Novel & Cerita Locked In Chastity Story

It turned out that, to the public, Ula’s husband was Jordan. I was seething with rage. I opened the car door and shouted at John. “I am Ula’s legal husband!” I pulled out the locket that Ula had given me at our wedding from around my neck. Since it was extremely valuable, the locket she gave me had gone viral on the day of our wedding ceremony. John’s eyes widened when he saw it. I thought he would recognize me. However, he lunged forward the very next second and snatched the locket right off my neck.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

She couldn’t stand in front of God and all their guests and marry Clint , no matter what the ceremony meant or didn’t mean to him, unless she knew. She had to know if she could do this with him and not feel like she was dying inside. He growled in frustration when he came to all the hooks on the corset. “All these damned buttons and hooks. Why not lock yourself in a chastity belt?” She sucked in a breath as he squeezed the corset tighter to release her from it one small hook at a time. When she was nude, he worked quickly to

‎I bit my lower lip as Tyson took a step closer, we were still just outside their room. ‎A desperate need filled my body as I met his eyes. How long could I deny I'm attracted to him? I know I wouldn't be able to deny it for long. ‎"You're my elder sister's husband, Tyson. We can't have sex together, it's wrong," I said, trying to be reasonable. But it came out as a breathless whisper and it only served to increase the tension between us. ‎"Are you saying it's naughty... and forbidden?" he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm.

“Yes. So does your ex-fiancé. He is married now.” “I know. Your mother told me.” “How does it feel?” “How should it feel? There was never anything between us.” “Yet, on our wedding night, you said otherwise,” he said. “I thought you would be disgusted if I said so.” On the contrary, Demian did not care at all. “I don’t understand the mindset of you people. Why would I be disgusted that my wife had previous relationship with someone before our marriage, not during or after?” “In our family, female chastity is encouraged. Chastity is a must for a noble lady before marriage,” I explained.

"From today, onwards, your freedom belongs to me. Your life is mine now. You are my pet who does what your master wants you to do!" My eyes widened when he pulled me and crushed me with a kiss. What's going on ?! I don't want to be this guy's possession! There's no way.... ...Their story is title THE UNCHASTE PUNISMENT.

He had locked it. "Tyson!" she snapped. "Stop it! I'm not playing kinky games with you right now. Get it off me." His huge hand covered the bare wrist of her other hand and in seconds she was securely padlocked into the leather cuffs, short chains trailing down from each. She tugged and pulled at the cuffs, but they didn't budge. She stared angrily up at the big man. "What exactly do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "I'm teaching my woman how to relinquish control and trust someone to take care of her."

However, that might be a fucking lie, because I’ve been losing grasp of the word concentration since I made this chaotic girl my wife. She never misses a chance to barge into my thoughts uninvited. Whenever I’m working, in a meeting, or even in court, I think about her on my desk with her legs wide apart as she moans my name and tells me she’s been a naughty girl and wants me to teach her how she can be a good girl. Though she doesn’t genuinely mean that, considering she’s constantly being naughty in one way or another. And I can’t stop thinking about that, about her hidden tendencies and sweet taste. I haven’t been able to stop since the first time.

Drake, unwavering in his delivery, continued, "I have verified the information, my lord. The moon goddess herself has noticed a connection between Silas and Chastity. It is an unbreakable connection, and the implications of this union are profound." Elder Cassandra, known for her sharp insight, questioned, "What do you mean, Drake? Elaborate on the implications of this bond. You’re Silas’s right-hand man, and " Drake took a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Chastity will lead to the extinction of our species, as the ancient prophecy predicted. She is the Lycan who bears the power to end our existence. The mating bond between Silas and Chastity signifies a convergence of destinies, and w

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.