female chastity


I can't remember the first time I dreamt of submitting to someone, nor can I recall any experience that might have precipitated that dream. That dream has followed me around: I just haven't been able to make it come true. I recall the first time I read that knights in the Middle Ages used to lock their ladies in chastity belts whenever they left for the Crusades (whatever Crusades were). Later I found out what Crusades were and that the story about the chastity belts was pretty well nonsense. At the time, though, I imagined I was one of those ladies who, with her heart thumping and her breasts heaving, gave her knight the key, and with it her own self. I just never reflected on why I had this particular fantasy. In fact I never took account of why I had certain very specific fantasies, and I avoided thinking about whether mine were any different from those of most other people.

cynetta's chastity belt

"Cynetta, I've given this, A LOT of thought. I want you to get a chastity belt..., for yourself."

"Why? You know that I'd never fool around with other women, Karen."

"I trust you there. I want it to insure you can no longer do unlady-like things with what's still between your legs. Despite your promises not to play with yourself, I know you still do. Don't lie to me about it either. You do and I know it."

securing sarah

I saw her face light up as she took the handcuffs from the rack and turned them over in her hand.

I said, "You look like you've used those before."

She smiled. "They remind me of a boyfriend I had in college. I spent quite a few hours in them then. It was fun, but that was as kinky as it got."

wendy's woes

Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts.

cindy, the belted nymphomaniac

This fictitious short story is about female-female domination and the forced use of a chastity belt. Please write us if you have comments or ideas for new stories. If you are a female and this story excites you, I would love to hear about it.

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The Advert
‘Damn’ Janine put down the paper, yet again, there were no jobs that she deemed herself suitable for.

To make it worse, the rent was due in less than two weeks and she had no money to pay it. ‘Shit’ she muttered. ‘There’s got to be something’. She picked up the paper again and flicked through the pages. Moving from the Jobs section she read across to the small ads.

chaste & tattooed

My name is Danielle Dean and I am 27 years old. I am a graphic illustrator and comic book artist by trade. At least I was, and I hope to get back to it soon. But there is a lot of work to be done, a lot of things to be taken care of before I can think about that again.

Corrie Russell

Corrie Russell, a woman who went out and got herself locked in a steel belt with no means of exit except destroying the belt.

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re-creation of corrie's original website


She gathered together her willpower and cut into the box labeled "Old things" in black marker. Xi knew that the contents were Anna's before she had even opened the flaps in the dim attic light. She pulled out old sweaters and dresses. Ugh! Last decade's styles... She had never seen these clothes before. Anna must have brought this box straight to the attic when she moved in. She set the clothes neatly to the side. She couldn't send this stuff to the Salvation Army. If Anna had saved it, it must have meant something to her. And if Anna returned one day...