Male Chastity Story Novels & Stories

"Lulu, have you gone mad? That's two years, more than 700 days! You could easily lose count of the days. Knowing how cunning Jasmine is, she could have drugged or made Colin drunk one day. What makes you think that Colin can hold himself back? "He might be a disciplined man, but he is a man nonetheless. And men, they think with their genitals. There are scientific and historical studies proving that chaste men are often impotent." I shook my head. Why would scientists do this kind of research? Did they have too much time on their hands or something?

he asked, looking at me curiously. “I told you, I’m not allowed to hang around any males.” “You said you couldn’t date. I didn’t know male friends were also against the rules.” “My parents are super strict and religious. I’m not allowed to be around unmated males until I find my mate. Even then, I’m pretty sure they’ll lock me in the house until we’re married.” He laughed heartily. “Why don’t they just buy you a chastity belt?” “I’m surprised they haven’t yet!” I joined in with his laughter.

, those were her exact words. Meanwhile, I sat with my legs outstretched, my robe pulled up, and my dick out. I rubbed my pre-cum over the head, but it wasn’t enough lubrication. Without a second thought, I grabbed the jar of holy oil I had carried with me to bless, uncorked it with one hand, and poured it directly over myself. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Candy didn’t stop talking. I came hard into my hands right as she described how fast she was going to ride me. My breathing was ragged, my head completely disoriented, when I finally asked, “Are you done confessing your sins for the week, Candy?”

"Lisa's father, the impotent husband of a slave we had briefly, and five of my poker buddies, though one of them is probably more gay than not, and a submissive and he's currently on the Pacific Crest Trail hiking for several months with a brand new girl dominant." "I doubt if you'll have problems with the delivery driver," Sam said. "Don't order food from there any more. The gay submissive shouldn't be a problem either. Just tell him to stay the fuck away. The impotent guy; if he's impotent, how did he fuck your slave and how often would you see him?" "He used a strap-on, and I doubt we'll see him again. His wife was serving as a slave due to his impotence, but he realized he might be able

“That is not what happened. You got drunk and stoned. We rescued you from a would-be rapist. We had sex, as we do. The police came. Rhett and Cameron, mindful of your reputation, took you to the underpass whilst I stayed to try to smooth things over.” “That’s just…” She had a flicker of self-doubt. She had been drunk and stoned and great big portions of the night were just… blurred and confused. “That’s just not… It’s not right. You used the sex to… to punish me for taking off the chastity belt.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied coolly calm. “What chastity belt?” She stared at him, her heart racing. “The one that you made me wear yesterday.”

When she was furious, she cleaned the fridge to shine, sweating, angry, wanting to cry even--but when it turned out sparkling clean, she'd but up a smile, glad that life wasn't completely useless after all. While philbert was asleep montoya read through an article about masturbation. It was a sin against the sixth commandment, the article said. Love was supposed to be mutual self giving, The marital act, not done selfishly inward. Masturbation was dualistic and self indulgent, could turn into an addiction and destroy your personal life. So Dr montoya feared for her life and prayed to the virgin. But then it seemed as if, God brought her memory back. She remembered the suit case her husband h

But now, hearing it spoken so plainly, the truth pressed against her ribs. “We had our sons within the first year of marriage, Lucia. Yet, it did nothing to stop our husbands from seeking pleasure elsewhere,” Madam Facci said, “This isn’t about men in general getting frustrated with women. It’s about certain men. Men who never learned how to be faithful.”

I hadn't ever seen this item of jewellery until that moment. She looked at me and said commandingly, "go in the bathroom and remove it cuck! and when you are done, pour us all a nice cold glass of wine." Once off, I tossed the awful chastity cage aside and walked gratefully back into the room. My wife was now laid on her back on the bed I had paid for, all the while looking up longingly at her strong black lover who was towering above her. He was kneeling so she could suck on him whilst at the same time enabling him to dip his fingers into her pussy.

I knew I was sexy; I had the power to make men crawl, not me crawling. “Fine, Mariam, you win this time” he said, walking towards the bed. As he dragged my legs, spreading them wide open, he got down on his knees, his mouth on my pussy, making me tremble as I orgasmed But that wasn’t it. He turned me and slammed his dick into me from the back, groaning and moaning. The soft sounds of music and the moans of pleasure filled the room. We were lost in our world. … I’m another part of the city were James and his mistress. The video of her being fucked by another man glared at him from his phone screen: so he was not the father, and he had pushed Mariam away, and also his stock went down, now faci

I was dripping, soaked through layers of wool and cotton, the wetness cooling on my inner thighs as I imagined those hands pinning my wrists, that mouth on my nipples, that cock— God, I could almost feel it—stretching me open while the entire convent prayed obliviously around us. By the time Mass ended I was shaking, breath shallow, pussy fluttering with aftershocks that weren’t aftershocks at all—just the promise of what I knew I’d do the second I was alone again. I’d lock my cell door, strip the habit off like it burned, and fuck myself raw with the biggest dildo I owned while picturing Father Dean’s voice ordering me to take it deeper, take it harder, take every inch like the depraved lit