Purity Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

Purity Ch. 09

Disclaimer: Please read and take note. This work explores themes of power imbalance, older man/younger woman, corporal discipline, and the corruption of Christian traditions in a historical context. Please do not read this story if you find such themes offensive, distasteful, or upsetting. Also, understand this is a work of fiction directly from the creative mind of a fellow human being and is freely offered up for the enjoyment of those who would like it. British English spellings are used throughout. Troll comments will be deleted with extreme prejudice.

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While Edmund had planned the deliberately humiliating chastity belt measuring process to punish Alice, he could not fail to notice how aroused it had made her. Even now, as she hurried to keep up with his angry strides, her breath came in soft pants, and her cheeks were flushed, neither he would warrant were due to the pace he had set. If he could see beneath the bodice of her modest dress, he imagined he'd find her nipples flushed and pebbling the thin cloth of her shift, and he already knew that her honey covered the tops of her thighs and may, by now, be soaking into her woollen stocking tops.

If ever he had doubts that a chastity belt was required, let this be a stern reminder of her unbridled lust. Edmund's main concern was that the device was not yet ready, so measures needed to be taken to stop her from acting on her heathen impulses. This was why he'd had Seth gift him the length of hemp rope he had ...

... used so effectively to measure the belt's intended path between her tender folds. Having seen how the finished device would work, he believed that he could fashion something similar with the rope, which would function as a temporary shield.

Edmund was, in equal measures, proud and furious with Alice. On the one hand, she had submitted herself to the measuring without complaint, despite how deeply embarrassing he knew it had been for her. On the other, she had clearly enjoyed every minute of Seth's rough handling, the slick result of her arousal could not be missed when both men had seen her bent and exposed. He was also aware of how that muscle-bound oaf had lusted over what was his, and he felt a primal need to put his mark on her.

It would seem that the rope could serve a dual purpose.

'Alice,' he called her over to the kitchen table the minute they returned to the house. 'The devil makes work for idle hands, so you can put yours to work unpicking the strands of this rope. I want it unravelled to the length of your forearm.'

Alice looked at him warily, as well she might, but then got to work, hissing as she sat on the same hard wooden stool of the morning. When the job was done, she held it out to him for his approval.

Taking the rope, he slapped the strands against his palm. The separate strands were not too heavy but left a sharp sting in their wake. Yes, that would do nicely. He measured a short handle then cut away the remaining rope with the heavy kitchen ...