I wish to emphasize that I did not write this, it was on SweetChastity.com and has since vanished. I am posting it here to preserve this story. Please do not credit me at all for this story.
Statue
By Xaltatun of Acheron
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“That’s just lovely!” said the blonde as Jack slid her wrap off her arms and handed it to the waiting maid. The maid walked away with it, heels tapping and hips swaying enough to make her skimpy French Maid costume flare slightly. “I do so like the sound of a fountain! It’s so soothing!” “I’m glad you like it,” Jack responded. “It’s one of my favorite toys.” “Toy?” the blond asked as she walked over for a closer look. The statue in the fountain looked like a kneeling young woman, head held back so the water spouting from her open mouth arched up before falling into the basin with the splash Jack’s date had found so entrancing. The nude knelt with her legs spread wide; the water was deep enough to come part way up her pelvis. Sonia noted what looked like a fine screen mounted below her.
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The Record
by WrapUp
I’m not going to do it this time… I am not going to let them treat me like their property. I can always find another job. Llyandra’s long fingernails click on the metal plate between her legs. The sound of nails against metal made her blush as she realized she was protesting being marked as company property, when she had already been convinced that giving up access to her own sex was not so bad… for the money.
The email came.. as emails do instructing all female staff to report to inventory control for bar-coding. So I called up a girl I know in another area who always gets these things first and asked her what the story was. So she turned on her web cam and showed me… just above her crotch, on an area that would usually be covered with hair, if permanent laser removal wasn’t so popular… a four inch wide… three inch tall barcode.
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Muffy-Vac Story
by WrapUp
OK… so I wanted to fuck it. But why would they make it look like that if they didn’t want me to. I want to take out the attachment that connects her pussy to the floor cleaner and stick my cock right in there. I want to do it with her arms and legs detached, and I want to stare into those eyes to see if there would be a reaction when I do it. God I want to so bad.
Amazing what passes for “alternative sentencing” these days. But with all the extreme mod’s walking around it is getting hard to tell what or who was who.
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Special Order
By Scott
Would she divorce me? That was a very real concern as I contemplated making the purchase from the Chastity Permalock Corporation. It would be a very special order, one which would utilize their nanite technology, but quite different their “normal” Chastilock purchases. I had spent hours on the phone working out the details with their technical services department, and they assured me that what I had in mind was quite possible.
She looks curiously at the sheer, pretty, black stockings. She’s accustomed to the classic back-seamed style with the reinforced “Cuban” heels and toes, but there’s something odd about the texture, lack of stretch and even the weight of these hose. She slides them gracefully up her long, curvy legs, and takes her time straightening the seams as I watch, nervous and intent.
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Women of Chasti-Permalock
by Ronnie of Borg
The Women of ChastiPermalock: Sam and Kendra
Welcome to our informal series, The Women of ChastiPermalock. In this series we highlight a woman who works for ChastiPermalock. Our employees are dedicated people, and this is our way of saying thanks to those who believe so much in our products, they have to take some home with them.
Today we are highlighting two women who bought the same thing, but used them in different ways. Sam works with our focus group process, helping guide our marketing division to new ideas and helps them understand how people respond to new ideas. A valuable contribution. Sam has been with CP for three years.
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Life on Display
by Retsujou
I’ve always been an exhibitionist; I savored being in the public eye, to be seen for what I wished I could be. As a teenager it got me a reputation as a tramp. I didn’t matter that I was a virgin, I showed off enough skin that everyone just assumed that I was putting out. I put myself through college as a stripper, and was never more content, but all things come to an end.
I met my future husband at the club; he would come in and watch me and the other girls as we danced. He was enough of a regular that everyone knew him on sight, and a heavy enough tipper that everyone liked having him around, but it was odd, he never looked in the usual places. He wouldn’t watch our tits, or peek between our legs as we strut our stuff. He just watched legs and belly and our faces. He seemed content with it, and as I said, he tipped well.
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