Enforced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

The darkness lasted only a moment. Torches roared back to life showing figures lined the walls in pairs and groups, each carved in explicit poses that made Chelsea's stomach twist. One statue showed a man behind a woman in doggy style, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her pussy. Another depicted a couple in missionary, the woman's legs wrapped around the man's waist while he drove his cock deep inside her.

“And right now, I want both of you.” The air crackled with a new, dangerous energy. David stood, paralyzed, watching his boyfriend’s resistance melt under the touch of the woman who had just blackmailed him. This was a disaster. This was also the most electric, forbidden thing he’d ever witnessed. “You want to punish him, Michael?” Leila whispered, her fingers working his zipper down. “Punish him by taking what’s his. Fuck me while he watches. Make him see what he’s been missing.”

My fingers twist her nipples harder, pulling, and she pops off gasping, stroking me slick and fast. “Y-yes… Father… I’ll confess,” she whimpers, diving back down, sucking rough and frantic, her head bobbing like she’s starving. I kneel higher, angling deeper, hitting the back of her throat with each push. “Any time you skip mass, this is your punishment,” I say, voice breaking with a groan as she deepthroats me, gagging but holding, her nose brushing my pubes. “Suck your priest dry… make up for every missed prayer.”

"You can only experience the sexual pleasure you're feeling tonight with Greg. Because only your husband knows how to make you feel like that. If you try to feel it with anyone else you will feel nothing not even with yourself unless Greg tells you otherwise. Because you gave yourself to Greg he owns you and the Bible tells slaves to listen to their masters." "Now tell me your truth Chastity." She sped through telling me the truth six times and I again stopped her before her seventh and repeated the strokes and "Good Girl Chastity" six times in a row. My bed was soaked with her cream. I briefly wondered how the girls were going to sleep on the bed tonight it was so wet. When she was almost c

Still, I apply as much intensity to it as I can. — Because our bodies are sacred. —Does your goddess preach chastity? On impulse I think about answering yes, then I remember men during fertility rituals and I get confused. For a while the only sound around us is that of your footsteps and the chain that holds me, clinking softly. — Oh, yes — he continues in an even more sarcastic tone. —Your oracles must not be tainted. I have the reflex to make him swallow his words with a slap, but I take a deep breath.

“You are not allowed to take any form of contraception. I am rich enough to handle kids. You must always be clean and you must never discuss what happens in our room with anybody. “Am i understood?” “Yes master.” “You a fast learner, i love that!”

He seemed strangely satisfied by that answer for someone who didn't like my response when I lied about not fantasising about a master. “Good.” He leaned down, his warm breath fanning my cheeks. “Which hardcore sex have you ever had? Whips? Strung on a cross? Ice? Chastity cage? Sound? Nipple and navel clamps? Chains? Chokers? Leathers? Gags? Blindfold?”

She would be so disappointed if she learns about this pregnancy. Before I took that chastity oath at age thirteen, mum never failed to let me know the dangers of getting pregnant outside of wedlock. She used herself as an example always. She would say “ Zara, remember always, that your body is the temple of the Lord. You don’t defile a temple. Keep it pure always, so that the master dwells in you at all times. I had failed to remember that and got pregnant at sixteen. I don’t want that for you. All that stigma, it threatens to break you”

With a deep breath I forced myself to look up at the ceiling, not wanting to see his face as he heard my next question. “Fitz…there is more. I need to know…maybe it is me being foolish or not understanding everything but…is it considered normal to whip a woman?” “Vanessa what in God’s name are you asking that for?” he cried. He sat up on the bed, his face full of fear as he looked up and down my bare arms and legs. “No, no nothing has happened to me. But he has…he has so many books and pamphlets on how to make a…a resistant woman obedient. There was whipping, beatings and, I don’t know! I wondered if it was a side of pleasure I did not understand or if he is simply a beast.”

She arched her hips, rubbing the moisture over his lips and cheeks, then suddenly changed position, grabbing hold of his erection and massaging his balls. ‘I'll bet you’d like to let go of this spunk, wouldn’t you, slave?’ she sneered. ‘But you can’t. Masturbation is forbidden till I say you can do it. Take the chariot back to the stable and clean it thoroughly. I order you to lick the mud off the wheels with your tongue. D’you hear me? Put some effort into it. You’re pathetic, lazy and disgusting.’ ‘Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress. You’re so good to me,’ he whined.