Chastity Is My Punishment

Chastity Is My Punishment: A Tale Of Forbidden Pleasure

A long-standing tradition among the nobility of the Empire, chastity is a punishment that has been used for centuries to ensure that a person is never to experience the pleasure of the flesh. It is a strict rule that all members of the royal court are required to adhere to regardless of their gender.

I was no exception to this rule. As a member of the royal court, I was expected to remain chaste at all times. Despite the fact that I was only nineteen years old, I had been subject to this punishment since I was a child.

For years, I had to endure the torment of not being able to experience any form of physical pleasure. I often fantasized about what it would be like to feel a man’s touch, to experience the pleasure of being with a woman, but all of my dreams were dashed by the fact that I was not allowed to even think of such things.

That all changed one night when I was sent away to an obscure brothel deep in the slums of the city. I was given strict orders to remain there, under the watchful eye of the madam, until my punishment had been served.

I arrived in the brothel, nervous and frightened of what might happen to me. I was quickly ushered into a small room, where I was instructed to remove my clothing and lie down on the bed. I could feel the eyes of the madam and her employees upon me, and I was suddenly aware of my vulnerability.

The madam then proceeded to give me a thorough examination, looking for any signs of physical pleasure that I may have indulged in. After the examination was complete, the madam smiled and gave me a stern warning that I was to remain chaste for the duration of my punishment.

The next few days were a blur of activity. I was made to serve the employees of the brothel in whatever way they saw fit. I was expected to do whatever was asked of me, no matter how outrageous or perverse the request.

One night, after a particularly grueling day of servitude, I was summoned back to my room and instructed to wait for someone. I had no idea who or what was waiting for me, but I could feel my heart racing and my body trembling in anticipation.

When the door opened, I was met by a tall, muscular man who was dressed in a fine suit and wearing a mask. He was obviously a client of the brothel and had come to take advantage of my punishment.

The man proceeded to order me to undress and then began to explore my body with his hands. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body and I gasped with delight as he ran his hands over my skin.

He then proceeded to take me to the bed and lay me down, where he proceeded to pleasure me with his lips. He kissed my neck and shoulders and then moved down to my inner thighs, licking and biting softly as he went.

He then took me in his arms, pushing his hardness against my body and thrusting deeply. I moaned with pleasure as he ravished my body, exploring and tantalizing me in ways I had only imagined.

Finally, he moved on top of me and entered me deeply, thrusting and pounding until I was screaming with pleasure. He continued to move in and out of me, hard and deep, until I came with a shuddering orgasm.

Afterwards, he kissed me softly and thanked me for my services before leaving, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of pleasure that I had just experienced.

That night, I learned that chastity is not always a punishment. In some cases, it can be a blessing in disguise. I can only hope that one day I will get the chance to experience true pleasure again.