More of "Fall in Chastity"

Why do (some) women like male chastity?

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We don’t have many — what I call — Virgo voices telling us what they like about Male Chastity.

There are women in online Male Chastity spaces, but they are a minority and mostly fall into the Keyholder category. They like the fuss of male chastity, the systems of controls, the teasing and denying, and they’ve made it sufficiently a hobby that they enjoy coming online and talking about it.

That’s very hot and these keyholder ladies are marvellous, but most of what they tell us doesn’t reflect the bulk of plausible reports from men on the forums.

The baseline for male chastity beyond the kinky internet, outside the BDSM scene — where dommes, by the way are mostly unkeen on the concept — is more like what I describe in my Chaste Manifesto: it’s about absences.

It seems, as far as the Virgo is concerned, no working penis, no fuss, no need to talk about it online.

I write, ‘it seems’, because it’s impossible to get a definitive explanation out of Xena — the one Virgo I can actually ask — so much so that I suspect part of the selling point is the absence of a need to introspect and formulate one!

My wife says she just prefers me locked and she’s definitely telling the truth. She’s ordered me to stay locked when the practicalities should have triggered her normal impatience with fuss and bother. She was also genuinely concerned when my first prototype permanent device broke; “But you’ve got another one, right?” She was also casually dismissive of my request for an orgasm during the change over.

In her book Come as You Are, Dr Emily Nagoski talks about Brakes that turn people off, and Accelerators that actively turn people on.

I think for Keyholders, chastity is mostly an Accelerator — the more of the dynamic the hotter and wetter things become.

However, I think for Virgos, male chastity takes off the Brakes. It’s not usually a strong positive turn on — an Accelerator. Xena doesn’t see my cage and get horny. However, she won’t get horny unless I’m wearing it. And maybe that logic extends into our relationship, and that of other Virgo-Chaste pairings, only we’re talking about more uncomfortable topics like feeling secure, or loved, or just holding back a sense of disgust about stickier aspects of male sexuality.

Who knows?

Maybe oneday somebody will study it properly.

In the mean time, it’s intriguing to imagine otherwise vanilla relationships that start with him already sealed into permanent chastity as a done deal.

If you’ve just joined us, you probably want to start with the first episode of Fall in Chastity, and catch up from there. Otherwise, read on…

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Fall in Chastity continued…

"Hold on I have to get my key." Heather let go of David's hand to rummage in her bag. Her black hair swung over her face.

David opened his mouth to tease her about only city folk feeling the need to lock their doors out here...

Her jumper dress slid off her right shoulder, unveiling smooth flesh.

David's mouth went dry. His penis twitched forlornly in its forever cage.

She dimpled and flashed her dark eyes at him from behind her curtain of black tresses. "What?"

"It's... been a lovely dinner date."

"It has... Oh, here." She threw back her hair and jangled a bunch of keys at him. She let out a trademark squeaking giggle. "So many keys and none of them for you."

David's hip's twitched. His penis reared against its bars. "Do you mind?"

She pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose it's not funny for you." She turned to unlock the front door, but threw a glance over her bare shoulder. "Of course, if you had a key, I might not want to date you."

"What?"

"Oh," she said. "Vibrators are less complicated than sex."

"I wouldn't know about either." David caught her crestfallen look. "But..." he added as gallantly as he could, "this has been a most uncomplicated date and I appreciate being in the company of a fascinating woman without being treated like a member of her collection of vibrators."

"Oh, you remembered my vibrator collection?" Heather flushed. Then her eyes widened. "And I'm fascinating?"

David nodded stupidly, trying to find the words. How come nobody had ever told her that? Her sense of colour. Her designs. The joy she took in all the sights and sound as they walked along to coast to the big hotel for a meal, then back in the dusk. It had been a warm dry Autumn evening and they'd not needed the cagoules they'd packed in their shoulder bags. And now here she was on her doorstep and he felt the way he had on his first date ever. "I'd like to paint you."

Heather grinned like a Cheshire cat. "You know how to flatter a girl." She moved closer and looked up at him. She closed her eyes and pursed her voluptuous lips.

"Er?" said David. "We said no sex stuff."

"Third date," she said in a stage whisper. "It's the Rules." She resumed her expectant posture and David just basically wanted to fuck her.

A gust of wind showered them with golden leaves.

Life was short.

"Damn." David kissed her lightly on the lips - tasted raspberry lip balm - then withdrew. "Thanks for a lovely date."

Heather grabbed his glass chaste collar and drew him back. "A proper kiss."

"I don't think..."

She met him open mouthed.

He tasted red wine and haggis from the meal then everything went pink. He clasped her to him. She shifted to put both hands behind his collared neck, clamped his mouth to hers.

David pressed his cage-neutered groin into her wool-wrapped softness.

Lips and tongues and teeth blurred together into a pulsing ball of desire that sent bubbles of lust into David's chastity device until it seemed he was poised to burst.

He pulled his head away and gasped for breath. "Oh My God!"

Heather squeaked, "But Morgan was a Goddess, silly." She nuzzled his neck below his ever-present glass collar. Her wet lips sent jolts into his quivering groin. "Come inside. I have the next best thing to a key."

David sighed. "It's a dildo and magic boxers, isn't it?"

She nipped his shoulder as she released him. Her eyes twinkled. "Might be..."

David shook his head. "You're just not taking my... situation seriously!"

"Be a grumpy bear. I'll have you know that I also happen to have the next best thing to a David waiting for me." She kissed him again, this time chastely, and slipped inside the cottage. "I'll think of you."

David stared after her.

He was right. She wasn't taking neutered state seriously at all. But she also wasn't like RedRunner and her sisters, always trying to sexually exploit him, mostly interested in collecting his scalp for boasting rights.

In truth, Heather seemed to want him for who he was, and the permanent cage sealed around his pierced penis was just a funny impediment that turned everything into a game.

It was maddening, but it was also... refreshing?

The evening sky clouded over and it started to drizzle.

David knew he should go back to his cabin. Some old SciFi writer had said there's nothing wrong with masturbation "but it's lonely". It was --- reflected David --- even more lonely when you weren't the one doing the masturbating.

Heather's front door opened, spilling warm light into the gathering night. She had taken off her boots and hat but was still wearing her ribbed sweater dress and what must be knitted stockings. "Oh do stop being silly and come in."

There was just nowhere else to go.