Vow of Chastity: Part I

By Taylor Fallon, Alpha Female

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I reached around My slave and began to gently manipulate his erect nipples, ever so lightly at first then slowly building in pressure and intensity. As I ran My long, lacquered nails in circles across the tight, pink tissue, he began to strain against his bonds, the ropes cutting into his skin. he moaned, barely audibly, “Please Mistress, please.” I laughed out loud as I looked down to see the head of his significant member (he is unusually well-endowed) painfully protruding through the steel chastity device. It seemed as if his entire being was somehow preparing to be extruded through the tiny opening, the edges of which were now biting angrily into sensitive, engorged flesh. he bucked and stabbed into the candlelight desperately attempting to simultaneously rid himself of the cruel contraption while placating the swollen urgency throbbing between his legs. I held on securely throughout the bumpy ride. Although he knew better (he had been ordered to build the inescapable apparatus himself), his body betrayed him and he begged, again more loudly, for relief…

Such a provocative little intro. What makes it so exciting and separates it from your typical “bodice-ripper” is that it is completely true. Before I go any further, I must state that long-term chastity play is serious and should not be embarked on without proper research and preparation. As a submissive who thinks he’s ready to give a gift that keeps on giving, are you completely comfortable with the possibility of sharing your most intimate secrets (Goddess-forbid) with medical personnel? Mistresses, are you prepared to make any arrangements necessary to get a key to your chaste slave’s location in the event he is incapacitated and cannot “break glass in case of emergency” to access one that has previously been hermetically-sealed? A worst-case scenario may require one, if not both parties to choke down a modicum of pride when the jaws-of-life are broken out. At the very least, good communication is required. If these potential realities trouble you in any way, perhaps a long-term, permanent chastity belt is not the best choice. Again, as with any type of BDSM play, please educate yourself before starting down the prickly path.

What is meant by “long-term” or “permanent”? Depending on the individual being belted, what the Owner’s training goals are and the intensity of the D/s relationship itself, the sentence (smirk) could last as little as one week or as long as several months with the latter solely for the most advanced and experienced of players. I have a slave who safely made it through a 107-day ordeal. Needless to say, it was a very productive period for him. But if the quality of O/our D/s interaction was lacking, I doubt that he would have been driven to complete the seemingly endless chastity assignment. The permanence stems from the fact that the device cannot be slipped out of, unlocked or removed without leaving concrete evidence of the illicit tampering. Dominants, check the size of that back ring on the CB2000 and make them prove that they can’t pull a Houdini. Let’s face it, men are ruled by their libidos, therefore it should be expected that even the most honorable sub may undertake several clandestine escape attempts. With that being said, whenever feasible, I prefer to have such devices custom made. With virtually zero potential for removal without My key, he won’t ever have to worry about sneaking forbidden gratification when he awakens in the middle of the night, blood rushing to his aching loins, thinking about the exquisite suffering endured that day at My beautiful hand. With a proper fit, it’s almost physically impossible and the odds are on My side.

Of course there are those out there who, although they wax poetically (and repeatedly) about the concept of chastity control or training, by day two have completely lost interest. they will do anything including lie to a Mistress’ gorgeous face to facilitate the onset of relief, the effort and reality of it all apparently being far too overwhelming and thus missing the point altogether. It is precisely that delicious effort, strain and stamina offered in hopes of winning Her approval and that all-consuming erotic reward that fuels the whole mind-fucking endeavor. I will examine this phenomenon in Part II.