Femboy Chastity Novels & Stories

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Shuddering, I put it down, wondering why and exactly who would buy something like that. “It’s for chastity, Princess.” My eyes drifted towards him, his fingers trailing over the other belt like thing which had a heart cutout at the front and locks at the bottom. He smirked at me and said, “They have one for naughty girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” My throat felt dry. Licking my lips, I asked, “W-why would anyone buy it though?” “It’s a kink. Staying in denial after edging and giving the control to their partner.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Nobody questioned the stone-faced librarian who hurried home and slammed the door shut. Unlike the other days, Mary decided to make preparations before taking on the big black cock. She inserted the second-largest vibrator as Kegel weights the whole time and plugged it in with the vibrating handle at work. For that, she deliberately wore a dress and strapped the vibrator in with a hastily purchased faux leather chastity belt to strap the vibrator in. Nobody could tell that anything was different with Mary as she became better at controlling her expression at work, although there were many increased bathroom sessions.

I was on a roll and had done my research. "Next, I found a chasity device called the Bird Cage." I showed him a picture on my phone. "It has a ring that goes behind your ball-sack and up towards the base of your penis. The cage then slips over your penis and locks onto the ring. I already ordered it. I think you should wear it for two months. We will revisit your actions during that time. Communication is the key to this relationship. Hopefully, I will be ready to trust you again when that time is over. " Brandt nodded slowly, so I continued.

Shasta told us the steps she had to take before Bernice accepted he wasn't a boyfriend, he was a sex toy, just like a vibrator. "I made Momma come to his bedroom. I still don't let him in mine. I chain his collar to the bed then tell him to lie down on his back on the bed and tie his arms and legs down so he can't move. I show Momma how I control him. I tell him to get hard, he gets an erection. I tell him to get soft, his dick go flaccid. I tell him to get erection again and then I mount his prick. I fuck him until I cum three times, then tell him he can cum. Then I make him lick his cum out of my cunt, lick my asshole. I get off him and order him to get hard again, then soft, then hard.

It didn't cost anything to suck the woman, at least to make sure she didn't feel pain, because she was lubricated enough. Many moaned loudly for the pain, not for the pretence. I don't think I've ever met any inmate who had the courage or desire to suck a prostitute. What I thought was very bizarre, because pussy never ceased to be pussy. And it didn't cost anything to ask the girl's origins to find out if she used a condom. Most of them used it. At least for conventional sex.

I stare her confused. "You dirty bitch," Chase laughs and she joins in. "No, the idea is, each month or so I change the books in here. See, in this book it features, a black and red leather whip. Silver nipple clamps, a purple dildo." She points and I nod. "The idea is, if people read the book and are interested in the toys, I try and find ones as similar to those described in the book. Each book, has a selection of toys beneath them."

They were eyeing their table and checking the girls out. "Look ladies, we have an audience,"Isabelle gestured with her eyes to the frat boys. "They're cute, especially the one in the glasses." Chastity licked her lips. "I would love to rock his world. I'd fuck him into graduation." The other girls laughed hard. "You're into nerds?" "Yes! I am a dangerous vixen, I enjoy turning the good boys into bad guys. I love goofballs too." She took the martini from the waitress and sucked on the straw a little too seductive.