female chastity

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.

More information:
re-creation of corrie's original website

xi

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...

big mistake

Renee inched forward on her desk chair until she was only just sitting on the edge of its seat. It put strain on her legs and lower back but the movement gave her temporary relief from the metal plate of the chastity belt pressing against her shaven vulva. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 5:15. Paul would be another half hour at least.

She willed the clock to speed faster: not because she awaited Paul's arrival with pleasure but because her nightly interlude with him was her only respite from the constant discomfort of his metallic "insurance policy".