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Some time ago I became interested in chastity, I had read a great deal of stories about forced chastity and became intrigued at the idea of not being able to have an erection unless someone else allowed it. I of course had no one to be a key holder but I wanted to see if it was something I would be interested in as a life choice. My thoughts carried me to at least try it since I am a great believer in not asking someone to do something if I do not understand fully what I am asking them to do hence letting myself be used a slave by a mistress so I would understand the ideology behind having one myself, something I had done three times. ...

Part 1 “Well what do you think?” Kate asked as she led Nicole and Dania into the cellar. The women looked at the heavy metal box that was no larger than 1.5 foot cubed. “Well how do you restrain someone in that?” Nicole asked disappointedly. “Oh easily” Kate smiled. The box was made up of two halves with a join around the middle allowing the top half to lift up. It had a round hole in the middle of one side that was half in each part of the box. It also had a glass like surface on top. ...

Note: Added missing part of this story 24.09.15 here Nick was delighted that she had invited him for dinner. Karin was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, she had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure. ...

Tom had agreed to help with Elena with research for her thesis. She had explained to him in great detail the aim of the project which was to better understand how people react to captivity. To understand how people’s emotional state reacts when put into situations where they have absolutely no control. The science had gone way over Tom’s head, but Elena had helped him with his project and now it was time to repay the favour. ...

Kate and Emma arrived for the final day of the exhibition. The stand was set up as it had been for the last few days, with its big glossy pictures and its collection of shinny silver restraints and cages. As per the previous days, Emma took off her jeans and t-shirt so that she was wearing only her bright red bikini and high heels. She was tall, slim and tanned and had long blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders. Kate managed the business side of the stall. She had dark hair and was more soberly dressed in smart jeans and a top. ...

Auditioning for the lead in the ballet performances of Spartacus was a career dream of mind. Unfortunately, I will be able to attend due to my rival, Jake. He has stolen countless roles through bribery, sex or deception. I knew for sure that I was getting this part because Jake was out of town on business. According to his Facebook post, he would not return until next Friday. However, Jake’s intervention permitted me from leaving our apartment. ...

The new fallen snow crunched under Mary’s white boots as she made her way briskly down the freshly ploughed streets that led to her home. Her breath made frosty puffs of fog in the crisp December air as she strode down the sidewalk, shopping bags in each gloved hand. She wore a red woollen coat that reached down to her knees, with a grey-black faux fur collar bundled tightly around her neck to keep cozy. Brightly coloured Christmas lights gleamed through the snow decked tree branches around her. The cool, clear air left a little tickle in the back of her throat and she fancied she could almost smell the turkeys roasting, the warm spices of mulling cider, the tang of mandarin oranges, and the sweet scent of peppermint springing forth with the warm glow from each passing window. ...

(I don’t especially like chastity personally, but I wouldn’t mind inflicting it on others under the right circumstances, this a very short intro to a storyline I would like to follow if there is interest.) …It was early fall, I riding in the back seat of the overlarge SUV with my date close up against me, my little black dress nearly invisible on the black leather seats in the dark. It was a short dress and I was showing a lot of leg in the back with my date, but he liked my legs, and pretty much all the rest of my parts as well, to include my wicked mind I was happy to discover. ...

(story continues from Playing Chauffer) Part 2: My Husband Baits His Own Trap (The Prequel part 1) “So Jack” I cooed in my husband’s ear after his rather wonderful oral performance, “tell me again about this cuckolding thing where I get to go out and fool around and you stay home and clean house…” I was stroking him while playing out verbally what I had at the time thought was just bedroom fantasy talk, my fresh panties that he had removed from my bottom not one half hour earlier (just before my first big “O” of the night) wrapped around his man hardware to keep his mess contained. It was a work night for both of us, and a post intercourse shower to clean his mess from my body would only keep me up for hours afterwards, condoms out of the question as the mere smell of them was a major turn off for me. It was an odd way for a husband and wife to make love all things considered, but my once and done man was quite selfless and liked to do for me first, and he had become quite skilled at such things as of late… ...

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 21: Saskia’s Unexpected Discovery) Chapter 22: Dolores’ Little Secret Dolores entered her spacious boudoir and closed the door behind her. To ensure that she received no uninvited visitors for the next hour or two, she secured it with the small key that protruded from the lock, before testing the handle to ensure that it was no longer capable of being opened. Not that this was a particular concern to her, as neither her three servants, nor the equal number of reluctant house guests that currently resided here, should have had any way of making it to the entrance of her own private apartment. ...