Chastity

CHAPTER 3
THE STAG

    It seemed as though I had just closed my eyes when I felt the sting on
my breasts causing my eyes to jerk open and a muffled shriek to resonate in my
ears.  My brain was groggy as my head throbbed with a dull insistent.  I
panicked, as my eyes seemed covered with a wispy web until they focused,
somewhat, on Veronica standing over me holding her crop hovering above me. 
Instinctively, I tried to push myself upright but my bound hands quickly
reminded of how Bruno had left me.

CHAPTER 2
INITIATION

A story based on a woman's real life experiences. Throughout her life she had been in control and strived to excel. She thought she had achieved what she wanted until an extended vacation with her best friend brought out her true sexually submissive self. She is quickly drawn into a world, she had only fantasized about, by her friend. Her training soon brings out her true desires and nature.

Part Twelve: 

June

 
‘Just Five Words. The five words that changed his life. The handful of words that turned him from a husband, father and successful businessman into something else entirely.’

He scanned carefully through the lines on the screen again.

“Hey, love. Listen to this.”

He read the opening synopsis out aloud for her approval.

“Sounds a bit dramatic doesn’t it ?” she replied.

“Yeah, a bit. But you’ve got to grab the readers by the balls, so to speak.”

Part Eleven: May

Mart had lost track of time.

In the dark silence of the cellar, day was night, and minutes were indistinguishable from hours. He lay there listening to the beating of his heart and the echoes of silence.

Regret is a dish best left uneaten.

He was stretched on the St. Andrew’s cross, his limbs fully extended but not overstretched. The main discomfort was from lying in the same position for so long and the void in his empty stomach. At least Dylan had tilted the angle of the cross so that he was lying horizontally.

Dylan.

Part Ten: April

“And what’s this room ?” Chantal asked, pointing with her finger.

She was a pretty, bubbly brunette, with her mother’s vivacious looks, her father’s intelligent green eyes, and a perfect pair of 34DDs all of her own. They were sat round the makeshift kitchen table in Portugal, looking over the plans for the house; Chantal, Kelly and Mart, along with Dylan, every-inch the professional architect and designer.

“It’s a cellar. For your father’s wine.”

“Under your bedroom ? Dad, you’re going to be uncorking bottles at night ?!”

Part Nine: March

It was Friday evening. Mart was squeezed into the packed commuter train and sighing with relief that his working week was finally over. He was strangely proud of the job he’d done setting up Jack’s filing and administration. It was dull, monotonous work but, as his dad used to say; if something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.

Jack had allowed him to leave an hour earlier than usual so it was only just past eight when he arrived home. The house was alive, music playing loud.

“Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed …”

Part Eight: February

Kelly sighed as she lay back in the deeply fragrant bath. She twiddled the hot tap to a halt with her toes, breathing in the aroma of lavender, jasmine and rose essential oils she’d mixed into the foaming water.

Part Seven: January

“Ten … nine … eight … seven …”

The party heaved with two dozen chanting, flushed faces, smiling around at each other.

“… six … five … four …”

But Mart stared intently at Kelly. His green eyes solely on her.

“… three … two … one …”

Then a great, communal cry went up.

“Happy New Year !!!!”

She blew a kiss at him, then turned and hugged the people either side of her. The chimes of Big Ben ringing in 2007 were broadcast over the speakers.

Finally, she turned back to him. He hugged her.

Part Six: December

She thought she was about to cum … Whoa lady !

James jerked back so that his glistening erection slipped out of her pussy with a sloshing sound.

“Not yet, baby.” He murmured, pecking her earlobe, fingers releasing her nipples, removing all contact with her erogenous zones.

She hissed in frustration. He smiled down at the pretty curve of her spine as she arched her back and reversed into him, hungrily seeking his dick.

Time to start working for a living lady.