Chastity Punishments Novels & Stories

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?"

• Failing to properly serve • Achieving orgasm without consent • Any other punishable offense as dictated • Forms of Punishment Punishments include but are not limited to: spanking, nipple pinching, hair pulling, withholding of orgasm, caning, starving any other punishment as he sees fit. Punishments are intended as full and complete penance for offenses. Punishments should always fit the offense and would be executed with full understanding that once over, the issue is over. Section Two: Limits of Dominant/ Submissive Contract Limits of submissive Hard: Bestiality, branding, cutting, injections, scarification, permanent markings (excepting mutually agreed upon), any toilet play, animal pla

He responded. “The chastity cage is obviously used for punishment, so it is not really enjoyable except for masochist submissives. Another example, the flogger as I told you, this can be extremely pleasurable when it used to deliver very light stings. But it can be more painful when used as a punishing instrument.” He explained. “Don't worry, as part of your training, I would only use it lightly just to show you the sensation it can provide. You will learn more with other Doms when you become a member of the club.”

Not direct enough, but it should give options that were equal and balanced. "I challenged you three times." I started to speak and gave a short pause. "If it was only twice, it would be a light punishment, but since I challenged you a third time, then the punishment should be more severe." I ran my tongue around my lips which had suddenly become dry. "Nine lashes, twelve spankings, three denials of orgasm, exposure for two hours." "Enough!" Marcus interrupted me as he went on to list the options. "Don't move." He ordered.

“This sloppy cunt has been talking to the wrong people. Now it’s going to learn what real punishment feels like.” He pulled his fingers out and forced them into my mouth. I sucked obediently, tasting myself and the others as he stared into my eyes with pure dominance. The Punishment Chamber doors opened with a hydraulic hiss. It was a large, dimly lit room filled with every kind of restraint and device imaginable like chains hanging from the ceiling, spanking benches, fucking machines, and a large central platform with cuffs on all four corners. Kane threw me onto the platform and locked my wrists and ankles into the heavy metal cuffs, spreading me wide open like a starfish. I was completely

She looked confused, and looked to Gamma Peter. “What’s going on Peter?” Naomi asked. “What’s going on is that Chastity is burning the whips, and silver handcuffs used to brutalize her for years.” Gamma Peter stated. “What whip….oh.” Naomi stated quietly. “You knew about these items?” Gamma Peter asked. “Of course I did. Aurora said she felt we all should have our own to discipline the Om…I mean Chastity so she brought them.” “So you knew about this, but never told us about it?”

Her presence in that white robe only serves to amplify the stark juxtaposition. "What were they like?” "Hazel... " I warn her. "Jonathan, something that doesn't involve sex or I'll be very jealous.” I think back. "Punishment of silence, spanking, deprivation of orga*m," she looks at me jealously "In mast*rbation. " I correct " Staying mute for several days, wearing the collar on the street. "In the street? What does that cross look like?” I get up and walk over to her. "Curious lady, let's try it out...”

Peeing has to be done sitting down. I think she achieved her goal in those five days. I started dreading the mornings. I didn’t and still don’t mind the ass play and the milking. But the chastity device made my days long and painful. I had to make sure that I wasn’t out in the forest because I could not take a standing piss against a tree. I couldn’t shift. It would have broken our spirits had it continued much longer. Now we are no longer locked up but under command to not have any form of sex with a living being. Gunther and I are frustrated to the bone. We need to pound something or preferably someone. Dysnomia has made it clear that it will not be her anytime soon.

I still felt stuck. She pulled away from my lap, her gaze dropping to my dick. "I told you not to call me that when we’re together like this," she snapped. The reason was obvious. She didn't need the reminder that she was engaged in this with her nephew. But I had no room for sentimentals. I just needed to feel something. "Punish me," I taunted. She smirked, undoing her robes in a way that was meant to be seductive but left me cold. "On the bed. On your stomach, Adrián," she commanded.

He knelt on the bedroom floor, wrists bound behind his back with soft leather cuffs, the chain between them short enough to keep his arms pinned and useless. The tiny chastity cage squeezed his cock mercilessly, the metal bars digging into his pale skin as he tried to shift for comfort. She had locked it on him two weeks ago, and every day since had been a slow torment of denial, his dick straining against the confines whenever she walked into the room.