Can you believe it? 2025 is the year of Chastity according to Cosmopolitan magazine.

The definition of chastity is simple. Abstaining from all forms of sexual intercourse. It’s often related to when one takes a vow to not participate in intercourse. Many see it as something that only happens in the Catholic church, and though that is true, it’s so much more than a religious practice. If you asked 10  people why they participate in this fetish you would have 10 different reasons why. No two being the same.

Female Chastity is often related to purity and fidelity. A woman giving herself to her husband on their wedding night. For men it’s more of a fetish. Being locked away and under the ownership of a female can be as erotic, if not more, than being allowed to orgasm. For both it can be a mental or a physical form of chastity. One takes more self control than the other, and the participant must abide by the rules of play. As to where the other, the sex organ is locked down and the key holder is the only way out.

Male Chastity Devices:

Lock the cock

House of denial

Amazon

Flat chastity with catheter

Female Chastity Devices:

Amazon

Fancy steel

Lock the cock -female

Is chastity healthy?

For both sexes it can decrease the risk of STD’s, but what about the long term effects? For a man it can increase stamina, heighten trust between partners, and increase sexual desire. One comparison would be to spend a month on a diet, though you work in a bakery. Day in and day out you must see and smell the decadent pastries but not taste. At first it may mentally drain, but the longer you go without, the sweeter the reward in the end.

No matter why you decide to slip into the chastity world, do your research before and never enter into it without the trust of your partner.

Short chastity story (fiction)

Ethan had always been in control—of his job, his finances, his life. But when he met Sophia, everything changed. She had a confidence that both intimidated and excited him. One evening, as they sipped wine on her balcony, she leaned in and whispered, “Do you trust me?”

He nodded.

Sophia presented a small, silver device—elegant yet imposing. “If you want to be mine, you’ll wear this.”

Ethan’s heart pounded. The thought of surrendering his pleasure, his control, was both terrifying and exhilarating. With a deep breath, he submitted.

Days turned to weeks, and Ethan found himself more devoted than ever. Every touch, every teasing glance from Sophia sent shivers through him, yet he remained denied. His desire transformed into obedience, his longing into love.

Sophia relished his submission. She held the key—both literally and metaphorically. She dictated his release, and in return, he gave her his undivided loyalty.

One night, as he knelt before her, she smirked and dangled the key. “Have you earned this?”

Ethan swallowed hard. He didn’t know the answer—but he knew one thing: he was exactly where he wanted to be.

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Vanessa was in a state of adulterated shock. Not only did the young novitiate masturbate, but she took her first communion by bathing in the cum of the Priests. Her body frozen in time, Vanessa did not hear the soft footsteps behind her, but she did feel a feminine hand brush through her hair. Knowing immediately who it was, she trembled slightly, fearing that she would face another round of punishment.

“Sister, do you now understand the rules? Were you told the moment you took possession of your new role that we never allow masturbation? It is a sin and a waste,” Mother Superior said. As the older woman brushed her fingers through Vanessa’s hair, she took a single strand to wrap around her finger. Giving the hair a gentle tug will be the only reminder on this subject. Mommy Dearest has nothing on Mother Superior.

“I’m sorry. I know that I broke the rule, but I was weak, and the Devil commanded me to touch myself,” Vanessa confessed.

“Satan has many forms of temptation, but if you are to survive here, you must fight them. Tonight was a glimpse of the damage that you can cause. Do not invite the beast back into the home of the Lord. Do you understand me?” Mother asked.

With a simple nod given, Vanessa understood that she would no longer dip into the waters of the Devil. If it was a sin to satisfy the needs of your body, why was it not a sin for the Priest to jack their cocks all over her face? She would not ask, but it lingered in her mind as she picked herself up from the floor. “I will clean this floor and then shower,” she whispered.

As Vanessa collected cleaning supplies, she stopped for a minute to listen to voices down the chapel corridor.

“Keep her a virgin as long as possible. The more who see her, the higher the donation to the church,” said the male voice.

“I will try, but the child is discovering her body on her own. I caught her tonight touching her pussy,” Mother Superior responded.

A grunt from the male, Vanessa could tell he was upset. What did they expect of her? First, her pussy’s touched for the first time by a doctor. After that Mother Superior came in her mouth, and well then, the Priests covered her with their seed. She might be a nun, but she was still a human being with hormones.

“Take her to the baptismal pool when she finishes cleaning. I will cleanse her, and then she will always sleep in the room with you,” he said.

“My room? Why would I allow that nosy little girl in my room? I have needs as well,” growled the older woman.

The last thing Vanessa heard was a slap to the skin, a whimper, and Mother Superior apologizing for her actions. Taking the cleaning supplies and retreating to the chapel to clean, she did not look up when the good Mother joined her.

“When done, strip off your clothes and join me in the baptismal pool. Father will cleanse, and your room will now be with me,” she said, walking away in a huff.

Vanessa’s eyes widened. All she had on was the robe she wore to the chapel earlier. It would be the second time tonight she removed that soft terry robe. Dropping the clothing to the ground, the young Nun turned, walking to the chapel’s smaller room. The church does total submersion baptisms, but usually, you wear a sheer white gown. The moment Vanessa walked into the room; she found the old Priest fully naked in the water.

“Oh, dear Lord,” she whimpered, her hand covering her mouth in shame. There are people in this world that you should never see naked. She knew that the good old Priest was one of them.

“Come, my child. Join me in the holy waters,” whispered the Priest. “Mother Superior, please join young Vanessa in the pool,” he added.

Both young and old Nun walked up the three steps, stepping into the calm waters of the baptismal pool. Vanessa was shivering the moment she submerged herself in the holy bath.

Father Johnathan held out his hands. One for each girl to accept. As they both walked forward, they knew to kneel before the holy man. As they knelt, he pushed his cock between the two, guiding their heads forward with the palm of his hands. “Take me in your mouths and take the blessings that the Lord has provided for you both,” he whispered.

“Yes, Father,” both women said in unison. They each took one side of the Father’s cock with open mouths, their tongues bathing the shaft in their saliva.

Moaning, Vanessa rolled her tongue up one side, meeting Mother Superior at the tip, both women flicking the pointed tips around the slit of his cock. Saliva poured from their mouths, floating in the blessed waters.

Panting, the good Father looked to the elder Nun, nodding for her to push Vanessa down on his cock, her throat taking the brunt of the depth. Gasping for air, Vanessa felt the first tears run down her cheeks.

“Take it, sister. You must take the blessing of Jesus down your throat. It will bless you after the sins of defiling yourself tonight,” Mother said.

Vanessa cried as she swallowed the cock, her throat stretching to take more inside. She wondered if she was wrong for touching herself. Why were the Priests from earlier not punished for soiling her face? Vanessa learned the hard way there is a hierarchy in the church, and she is at the bottom of the pool when it comes to having rights.

“All of it, Sister,” Father Johnathan said. “Do you take communion tonight?” he asked.

Gurgling, her head nodded back and forth as a warm flow of semen poured down the back of her throat. His cock spasmed, flooding the teen with an enormous amount of hot, creamy liquid.

“Do not spill it. Not a drop,” Mother Superior warned.

Guzzling cum, sister Vanessa swallowed as the elder Nun used her hand to pump the girl’s throat, feeding her the offering. Mother Superior milked the father into Vanessa’s throat until his balls hung empty and low.

As his fingers clutched the side of the pool, the older male cleared his throat, his voice husky, “Do you repent for your earlier actions? Do you want forgiveness?” he added.

As she pulled back, a thin line of saliva still connected them as one, “I do. Please, Father, I am guilty of sin and want the blessings of the Lord to cleanse my soul.”

The older Priest nodded, a smile creasing his lips, “So be it. Return to your room and do not repeat the actions.”

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Making him Cum was not my ideal of a good time. On the other hand, his cries of suffering pleased me deeply.

“It’s been three months, please,” Daniel begged.

Overwhelming laughter fell from my lips, not from his words, but that look on his face. Was he actually going to cry about not cumming for three months? I’ve never in my life heard anything so pathetic. Was he so weak that he couldn’t stand a little pain in his balls? Of course, he was. He was a man, so yes, he was not as strong as a female in the physical sense.

“Are you for real right now? It’s been three months. Can you imagine what a Priest must feel like, Daniel? They give up cumming the moment they join the church,” I laughed but knew that was not true. Daniel and I started dating a couple of months ago, and for me, it was for profit, never love. Of course, I never told him that he would increase my bank account before putting him back into society like a broken man. The first week I allowed him to cum. The groundwork set the foundation for this broken man. I failed to give him the heads up about who and what I am.

“Gypsy, please let me cum. Goddammit, jerk me off or something,” he cried. “This isn’t fair. You told me when we met that I would be fucked like never before. Why do I feel like you lied to me?” he said.

My head fell back, laughing with such a force that the windows rattled. No, I am not mean. I’m sadistic, get it right. Strolling over to the bed, poor little Daniel sat on the edge of the kingsized mattress nude, well, almost naked. The chastity cage that held his cock was his only covering. The key to that device is hanging around my neck by a fragile gold chain. I want him to be able to see that little entrapment device each time he stares into my beautiful brown hues—the irises dancing with amusement to his pain.

Yanking, his hand tugged that secure device, pulling with such a force that it required a quick slap from the tips of my fingers. I do not want to hurt him, but he will learn that a woman is not for his pleasure, but a man is for hers.

“Do not touch without my approval. We’ve spoken of this, right?” I asked, my nail digging into his right nipple, yanking the tiny bud. Twisting as he squirmed, I pulled out, letting the nipple snap back the moment of release.

“Yes,” he said, his voice that of a broken man.

“Would you like to cum today?” I asked, knowing making him wait was amusing, but he was to the point of profit for me.

Daniel flashed with a hint of excitement, his eyes brought to mine. He shook his head like one of those bobblehead dolls that sit in the back of a car window.

“Please let me cum. I am so tired of this shit that I will do anything you want,” Daniel growled.

“Making you wait is fun, but I need a new pair of shoes. Here is how this will play out. I will charge you per stroke,” I smirked but knew by the horror on Daniel’s face that he wanted this to last as long as possible.

Removing the key from my neck, I opened the cage, placing it on the bed next to Daniel. The first stroke of his dick came from me, and that one was free. A wrap of my slender digits around the shaft of his 8-inch cock, I slowly pulled up, massaging the thick vein filled muscle with the tips of my fingers. Shaking my hand the moment I released his cock.

On the one hand, I held the cash in his wallet, and on the other, his bank card. It would all depend on how desperate he was as to how broke he would be by the time I finished.

“Stroke. I want to make sure you get your money’s worth, so I ordered some porn for you,” I said.

As the TV screen flickered on, the porn on the television sent waves of audio delight. Well, for me, it did. Whimpers of my night before played out in front of Daniel. He was forced to jack off to me getting fucked. Not by any man, though, by his brother. Honestly, I didn’t find him attractive, but knowing this would be playing today made it easier to fake.

“You fucking whore. You cheated on me. My fucking brother got to fuck you, and I get to beat off to you?” he screamed, his hand pounding his fist.

I counted as he stroked, keeping the best for last. I knew when his face contorted, and he was drooling down his cock that he was close.

“Be a good boy, and I will let you lick his cum out of me for me, making you wait,” I cackled in laughter.

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