Kiki's Chastity Belt
Copyright© 2025 by RetrospectiveInsomnia
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A father locks his daughter up in a chastity belt to train her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Small Breasts
Every day that Kiki comes home from school, her father would be there to greet her. He would take her by the hand to lead her into the house, and to any of the neighbors looking on, there wasn’t a single thing out of place. Once the door closed behind her though with the lock twisted shut, that was when the troubles would start.
“Present,” said her father.
A moment passed as he looked down at her. It always started with those words. And standing there in front of him, Kiki would say nothing as the silence continued to wander. But slowly, ever so slowly she would reach over for the edges of her skirt, and then with the top half of her legs laid bare she would carefully take off her panties to reveal the metal surface of her chastity belt. It was a ritual they had gone through ever since she turned eighteen, and after an entire sixteen months of doing so she was almost used to it by now.
Well, sort of. Almost being the key word here. Sure, she had gone through the process at least a hundred times before, and could practically do so with her eyes squeezed shut. But no matter how hard she tried, she would never get used to the feeling of her father’s hand moving across her legs to tap against the surface of the belt. And as it grew closer and closer to that special little place in between that she knew she wasn’t supposed to touch...
“Ready?” he said.
Biting down on her lips, Kiki forced herself to look up. There was a spot on the wall across from her, and she found it now. It wasn’t very big, just the slightest hint of a blemish barely larger than the size of a quarter, but that was more than enough. Or at least enough to keep her focused on it as her father moved his hand against her, and as the next couple of minutes slipped on by, she would stare and stare and stare at it as if there was nothing else that mattered.
Down below though, there was an entirely different story going on. First came the visual inspection, her father’s eyes narrowing as he examined every last inch of her crotch. His fingers traced over the outer edges of her thigh where the metal met her skin, and there was a brief moment of tension as he tried to slip his fingernail under. Then, satisfied with the results, he would move his hand a millimeter to the side to repeat the exact same thing, and it was only after another thousand or so tests that he would lift his arm away as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
That didn’t mean the inspection was over just yet, however, and it was with a sinking feeling in her stomach that Kiki felt him stand back up.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice flat.
Kiki pivoted slowly, her gaze still fixed on the blemish until it slipped out of sight. What she would give to have it back in her view. It hardly seemed to matter in the next moment though her father reached over to place his hand against her shoulders, and slowly she allowed herself to be bent over at the waist with the back of her skirt lifted up.
“Any problems at school today?” he asked.
It was the same question he always had, and biting down on her lips she felt him searching for the backstrap of the belt. The metal had warmed a little against her throughout the day, but the entire thing still felt as tight as usual.
“No, Father,” she mumbled.
“And what about your assignments?” he said. He gave her another moment to answer, “Have you been completing them lately?”
“I have, Father,” she said.
“And those books you’re not allowed to read?” he said.
“I stay away from the library, Father,” she said.
That wasn’t nearly enough to rescue her though as he gave her one last stroke between her legs, and as he reached over to spread her cheeks apart so that there was nothing left to cover her second most intimate place as a girl...
“Then I hope you won’t mind if I check back here,” he said, as if there was nothing else to say on the matter. Which there really wasn’t. Especially as his hand pressed downward for the second time, and it was only through an entire year of experience that Kiki managed to keep her voice under control. Only just barely though as he started to push against the very center of her anus, and the fullness that followed was beyond anything she had ever felt. Almost as if she was being invaded in a place where nature never intended, and against the shame rising up inside of her it was all she could do to keep herself still.
Was this it, she thought. Was today the day that he would finally allow her to go over? The fact that she was still a virgin, and that it had been well over two and a half months since her last ruined release didn’t help at all with the mood.
The noise was quickly driven away though as the tip of his finger made it all the way in, and then it was just a matter of waiting for the rest of the inspection to be over. If it ever was that is. Her father seemed to take longer than usual today as if he was looking for something specific, and she grit her teeth. Bother it all. Why did he always have to go so slowly? In and out the movement went like the constant thrusting of a piston, and all the while there was nothing she could do but stand there with her hands braced against the door. And against the awful sense of frustration rising up inside, she was almost grateful for the break as he stopped halfway through.
“Tight as usual,” said her father, “Looks like you finally learned how to keep your fingers away from yourself.”
“Yes, Father,” said Kiki dully.
“And considering what a wonderful job you’ve done so far,” he continued, as if leading her on, “I assume I won’t have to check your other place down here as well?”
There was a brief pause before she answered, and this time when she did so there was just the slightest hint of a tremor. And not in the least because his other hand was currently rubbing over the surface of her chastity belt where her vagina was. Biting down on her lips, Kiki tried not to whine. Was it a trick question? Hopefully, her father hadn’t noticed the movement of her muscles around his finger.
“No, Father,” she said quietly, “I’ve been keeping it dry and clean.”
“Completely dry?” he said.
“Yes, Father,” she said, “The way I’m supposed to.”
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