Chastity Novels & Stories

And perfect. “I shouldn’t let you in again,” she said after a long pause. “But you will.” She looked away. I stood and walked to the kitchen. Grabbed a towel. Wiped her clean like she was something I owned. Clarissa sat up and pulled the robe back on. I tossed her the small black box. She opened it. Inside was a single black choker. Thin. Velvet. No gems. Just a small silver ring in the center. She stared at it. “I want you to wear it next time we fuck,” I said.

" The voice of Axel Payne—Carl's close friend—echoed through the cracks in the wall. I froze mid-step, caught off guard for a second. As the most powerful Alpha in the Eastlands, Carl ruled over an empire of businesses. To keep his dealings private, his castle was riddled with hidden chambers. Moments later, the sound of something shattering echoed through the air again. Axel continued, "What do you mean you only ever loved Fiona? Maybe Daisy was just some Rogue you dragged in from the Borderlands, but she's spent years being a decoy, and she's never let you down!

A hiss escaped my lips as the sharp sting hit me. “Beautiful,” She moaned, giving the chain a slight tug. Pain and pleasure shot through me in equal measure, making me bite my lips so hard I could taste blood. The woman pushed my panties to the side, slipping two fingers in, curling them just right while her thumb teased my swollen red clit. I gasped, arching against the restrains. She slid her fingers deeper, making my pussy juice drip all over the table. A whimper escaped my lips. I squirmed around, desperate for a release, but the cuffs held tight.

Caitlin said like she didn’t believe her. “Of course. What is sex, really? A God created procedure to have children. Personally, I find it rather of a nuisance,” Chastity said. “What?” Chelsea stretched out in a high-pitched tone. It’s like she couldn’t believe Chastity said what she said. “You get all sweaty and sticky,” Chastity said with a deep frown. “Your hair gets messed up and tangled. And for what? For a few minutes of feeling good. It’s not worth it.”

“A dormant power. Ancient. Buried deep in the moon’s bloodline. Only her wolf can’t carry it. No one else does. It’s ripping her apart from the inside.” Kairox’s voice was hoarse. “What does she need?” The witch met his eyes. “She needs to be mated and marked. Fully claimed. The bond will anchor the power, give her wolf something to hold onto. Else she dies.” “How long?” “Two hours. Maybe less.” Silence filled the air. Kairox looked at me—eyes wild with torment. I started to shake again. Convulsions rolling through me harder. He turned to the healer and the witch.

She lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "This is all your fault! You can't stand seeing me happy, can you? Ever since you were a child, you've been a scheming little vixen, stirring up trouble everywhere you go. Look at what you've done now. Your father wants a divorce. Are you finally happy?"

“I crave it. I crave the ruin you bring.” The sash fell away. The cassock parted. Beneath it, nothing but skin and the taut evidence of his desire. Christina sank to her knees on the Aubusson carpet, the same carpet that had cushioned the footsteps of saints and sinners for centuries. She took him in her hand first—gentle, then firm—then in her mouth, slow and deep, as though receiving communion.

"That should keep you nicely in line." He helped her off the bench and guided her to another piece of furniture - a sort of sex chair with straps. He bound her wrists and ankles securely, leaving her spread-eagled and exposed. Then he moved behind her. Cassandra knew what was coming but still yelped when the first blow struck her well-paddled rear. She gritted her teeth against the sting as Chad began spanking her in earnest. But it was almost a relief after the teasing, to feel the pain translating into pleasure that built with each smack.

By the time I finished the long, intense session, she was a leaking, desperate, sobbing mess—a perfect, broken vessel ready for permanent ownership. I held up the cold, heavy steel chastity cage. “This is the final seal of your commitment, Tia. One full year of uninterrupted chastity begins today. The cage will now be welded shut for the next six months as an unbreakable symbol of your deepening permanence and total surrender to God’s will through me. Do you accept this path to true purity and redemption?” “Yes, Father,” she whispered brokenly, voice hoarse from screaming. “I accept. I surrender everything to you.”

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.