The Chastity Belt 2: Nailed At The Ball: The Chastity Belt Stories, #2

By Sage Dearly

In the sequel to the tantalizing tale of erotic liberation, Esme and her husband Bowler embark on a new chapter of their sensual journey.
United by newfound understanding, they eagerly accept an invitation to a masquerade ball where inhibitions are shed as easily as masks.
Thrilled by the prospect of freedom and indulgence, they immerse themselves in the decadent atmosphere, where hidden desires reign supreme.
Within the intoxicating allure of anonymity and passion, Esme finds herself liberated once more, as the tantalizing promise of the night unlocks not only her chastity belt but also the depths of her desires.
As boundaries are tested, will their newfound harmony withstand the temptations that lie within the shadows of the masquerade? In a world where fantasy meets reality, Esme and Bowler discover that true liberation comes from shedding restraints and embracing the depths of their shared desires.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sage Dearly
• Release date: Apr 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224559176

Book preview

Chapter One

Esme lounged across the plush divan, the golden light of late afternoon casting a warm glow on her dewy skin.

She was wrapped in a delicate shawl that only just clung to her voluptuous curves, her auburn hair spilling around her in a sensuous cascade.

Her eyes, bright with mischief, met Bowler's as she recounted the tales of her past with the locksmiths, the air between them thickening with unspoken desire.

Such dexterity they possessed, Esme purred, her voice a siren song luring Bowler closer. With every turn and twist of their skilled hands, I was undone.

Bowler, his conservative facade crumbling under the weight of her words, leaned forward, captivated.

His blue eyes gleamed with the reflection of his own suppressed yearnings, desires that he seldom allowed to surface before.

The memory of Esme, surrounded by admiring locksmiths, made his blood run hot with possessive fervor.

Their intimate revelry was interrupted as a servant entered with an ostentatious parchment, sealed with wax.

An elegant invitation, embossed with gold and adorned with intricate designs, was extended to them.

It was an invitation to a masquerade ball and both peered eagerly at the words, scrutinizing it as if it would reveal hidden meaning behind the words.

It promised an evening of grandeur and indulgence it read, where the worlds of nobility and luxury would merge under the guise of anonymity.

They had only heard whispers about such parties, rumored to be hosted by a secret society that conducted these events in utmost secrecy.

It was a chance for the attendees to escape reality and immerse themselves in a world of fantasy and extravagance.

Whispers of steamy, scandalous rendezvous always seemed to circulate among the elite, but neither Bowler nor Esme had ever come face to face with anyone who had attended one, or, more likely, anyone willing to admit to having been at such a ball.

It was as if the rumored exploits were just a tantalizing mirage, hovering on