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This website began during the long months of the pandemic when the co-authors were stuck at home and bored. The International chastity game received great reviews while it was being built but when it was time to complete it, technological limits on how it was put made it harder to go on.
Realizing that, a second game, the College one , was created to be fully dynamic and easily edited which allowed to put almost all of the focus on the writing of the storylines.
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This in progress projet allows you to live rich experiences with college girls in your exploration in chastity. Over 1,000,000 words were written in the first year and it plays more like a dynamic nove. Mostly from a single main character POV, Allan
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Worked in parallel with year 1, it features common characters but all couples are married (or close to) instead of being new relationships. Different engine allowing for parallel story lines and crossovers. No main character.
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Our first game, currently on pause, which features over 100 endings, 33 girls from 10 countries! You make blind choices and get a wife and a lifestyle. No storyline, but no time commitment.
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I sat down on the sofa, but immediately tumbled over on my
back, as I could not sit with my corset and the belt, not to forget that stupid
skirt. This blocked all sight of my feet, so I could not see the ‘Rancho’ boots,
before they were put on my feet.
‘Rancho Style’??? I had read that name before, but at the
moment I could hardly think. How can a girl think, when she can hardly breathe?
How can a girl think, when a flimsy little piece of stretchy fabric is rubbing
her to madness, and she can not get her fingers at it, stopped by a ridiculous
big skirt, by an unyielding belt of steel??
It seemed to be hard work to get these boots on my feet. I
noticed, I had to stretch my feet as much as possible, which indicated these
boots had some high heels, maybe even very high heels. Okay, this wasn’t
completely new to me, although I had never worn any heels larger than four
inches.
“Ouch! Be careful… that hurts, Mom!” 
“Oh, I'm sorry. I must say, these are the funniest boots
I’ve ever seen… didn’t even know such things existed. Good Dad had a look at all
these sites on your notebook…” 
All these sites? What was she referring to? And what
did she mean with ‘such things’? I could now feel the shafts of the boots going
to mid-calf, and I also noticed, I could hardly bend my ankle any more. My feet
were kept in the stretched position, just downward, and I did not have to bend
at my toes. Furthermore, these boots had quite some weight; they felt like heavy
logs on my poor feet. 
“Done!” mother said, panting a little. “I wonder, how you
can walk in these things; I couldn’t even stand in them. Now let us get you up!”
She grabbed my hand and, for some reason, I suddenly did not want to play this
game any longer. I cannot say, what it was, I just felt something was totally
wrong with this Goth Halloween costume.
I still could not see my feet, due to the big black
petticoat. Carefully I put my feet on the ground… this was odd… no, I did not
like this; not at all… Mum was dragging me up, Dad steadying me from behind… I
had both feet on the floor now, standing almost on tiptoe, but I couldn’t feel
my heels - what was this, and why were my soles that slippery… I took a little
step, oh, that noise, there had to be a lot of nails down there… oh no, I
couldn’t walk with these things on my feet; I could hardly stand in them… 
Mom had dragged me to a mirror, and I almost couldn’t
believe my eyes: Now I remembered where I had read about ‘Rancho boots’…
Oh God, no! Dad had been at some of the pony girl sites, and what I had on my
feet weren’t any high heels, but hooves, hooves from an Italian company called
‘Punitive Shoes’, hooves that had real iron horse shoes as a sole… 
Do you know what it feels like, when you dream you are
dreaming? You know, you are in a dream, but as you cannot move a muscle or run
away the only solution to this must be, that you are dreaming, which cannot be
true, as you have a clear sense of all of it. 
I hardly noticed the rest of it. Still balancing on my
hooves – yes, I had tried to shake them off my feet, which was ridiculous –
still unable to breathe properly without being stabbed in my tender breasts,
still close to madness, as the soft itching at my clit continued all the time,
Dad had brought up the next item.
Without much discussion he clipped a pair of shiny
handcuffs on my wrists and connected these to my chastity belt in front, right
above the waist band of my petticoat; next I saw him going under my skirts with
another pair of handcuffs, larger though, and before I had time to wonder, he
had put them around my legs: Ah ha, I thought, leg cuffs they were.
Next was a short piece of chain, and a combination lock with four rotating
discs, he put two keys to the lock and then brought this around my neck. 
Meanwhile Mom had busied herself with my makeup - I
couldn’t see what she painted my face with, but she was using dark colors. She
finished off with putting a long black wig on my head, thus covering my natural
blonde curls. 
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Mom asked. “We only need the dog
collar and the leash now, and yes, of course, that funny necklace we’ve seen on
some of the pages. Here it is; it is made of steel and looks like a spider to me
- yes, it goes around your neck with this tube-like thing - here we go, must be
a symbol of a kind, I guess…” 
I knew what it was. Yes, it was a symbol of a kind,
but I’d rather not tell her of what kind, and I could just hope none of the boys
had any idea of it. 
“There you go! All set and ready to be picked up. Now let
me tell you about these keys around your neck,” Dad explained. “They are the
keys to your handcuffs and your chastity belt. We thought it would be a nice
idea to let you take them along, but, as you have no pockets, and it would be
too risky to loose them, you have them around your neck. No, don’t worry, the
chain won’t go over your head, I made sure of that. And you see the keys go just
down to your bosom, you can put them inside your cups, if you want. (Could I?? I
could not touch them, with my hands cuffed to the chastity belt.) Just let your
friend play with the combination lock, try their luck, if they want, there are
10,000 combinations there, enough for one evening, I think.
Okay, I can see, it is getting dark out there; your friend
will be around soon to pick you up. I think we’ll go down to the old and empty
garage, you can wait there, I’ll tell your friends where to find you…” 

How I broke my husband with one simple dress
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IT IS 7.48pm. I am just about to leave the house for a night out with friends. I have checked I have a spare pair of tights in my handbag, ensured that the working remote is actually in the oldest child's hand - no more panicked, 10pm ''WE CANT FID [sic] THE CONTROLLS!!!'' texts for me - and now, the last thing that needs to be done is to bid my husband adieu.
I walk into his ''study'', where he is listening to a reggae compilation, while contemplating his new Fotheringay mug, which is full of tea. He has a happy look on his face.
''Have a great night,'' he says, taking his headphones off, and beaming. There is a pause. I kind of … stand at him a bit. Loom, maybe.
''I'm off out, now,'' I say, again, more purposefully. ''Off into London. To see people.''
''Make sure you've got your keys!'' he says, cheerfully. ''Have a great night. Send my love to … whichever bunch of arch, chain-smoking homosexuals you're on loan to tonight.''
There is another pause. I stare at him quite intently. He stares back, confused. Pete can tell there is some manner of urgent business left unattended here - but he does not know what. I can sense his heart rate accelerating, like a panicked lab rat on sighting a speculum. The rat does not know exactly what is going to happen next - but it knows it's going to be bad. ''Do you … want a lift to Finsbury Park?'' he asks, eventually.
''HOW DO YOU THINK I LOOK?'' I shout.
Pete is immediately contrite - ''Sorry!'' - but also back in charted territory again.
Twelve years ago, shortly before our wedding, I told him - with the kind of fearless honesty that lovers can afford - that I would only ever impose two rules on our marriage. First, that he must never, ever throw me a surprise birthday party in our front room again. And second, that every time I appear in front of him in a new outfit, he must say, without hesitation:
''You look so thin in that!'' Pete says - delighted to be back on firm ground. He puts his headphones back on. He clearly thinks all the business has been concluded.
''Phew. Have a great night out,'' he says - going back to staring at his Fotheringay mug, which depicts the whole band as 15th-century minstrels. ''I'll see you in the morning.''
Unfortunately for Pete, ''You look so thin in that'' is not the droids I am looking for in this particular conversation. The dress I am in is a bit of a new development, in terms of my ''fashion range''. It's a 1950s tea dress in shape - but in pattern, it's got an African-textile theme going on. I'm wearing it with zebra-skin sandals, and a snakeskin clutch-bag. Basically, I need to know if I look like Lady Ace Ventura: Pet Detective in it. I don't know if this ''lysergic safari'' thing is working.
Were I with any of my female friends or relations, they would have understood this instantly. My sister Weena, for instance, would have greeted me with, ''You're perverting the assumed prejudices of postwar chicks, with some kind of 'demented gay Ghanaian disco' vibe. It's Mad Men versus Brixton Market. You're essentially saying you're a liberal - but with big tits. Nice. Catch that bus with confidence.''
This is what women do - tell each other what story their outfits are projecting, by way of confirming that the wearer has got it right. The women who love you recite back to you the aspiration and impact of your ''look'' - hence a group of eight of us being able to greet our friend Hughes with, ''Post-divorce slutty secretary - but with unexpected neon rave-stilettos! You're a sexy lady who will not cling to one man tonight, but seek the communal ecstatic uprising of a room full of party-goers instead. In this Pizza Express we are having dinner in.''
Women speak the language of clothes. Everything we wear is a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter - or, sometimes, just an exclamation mark.
Unfortunately, however, Pete does not speak the language of clothes. My dress and zebra-sandals are essentially shouting at him in French. Unable to make out a word they are saying, he panics.
''It's a top-notch item,'' he says, staring at it. ''Unusual. It's, ah, amazing that 'they' keep coming up with innovative things - even in 2012. That's … got to be good news for the fashion industry!''
There is a small pause - then he starts laughing so hysterically at the desperation of what he has just said that he slides off his chair, headphones still in hand, and kneels on the floor, red-faced, and weeping.
He's still there when I leave. Which is a bit annoying, because I did actually want a lift to Finsbury Park. My zebra-skin sandals are chafing.
From Moranthology by Caitlin Moran. © Caitlin Moran 2012. Reprinted by permission of Random House Australia. All Rights Reserved. RRP: $29.95
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The most common question women new to chastity ask is what type of device to put him in. It has to be comfortable if he is going to live with it on 24/7 and it has to be completely secure and effective if you are going to be happy with it. Unfortunately you will have to prepare yourself for some frustrating trial and error to find the right device and the right fit, because every man’s penis is different.
The chastity device probably needs to be custom fit. Generally, it is important to get him in the smallest cage his penis will fit in while soft so he cannot get an erection in the device. Sure, start with the one that is easy to put on. There’s a good chance it will come off eventually, even without trying. Go smaller, go much smaller, then go even smaller. The problem here will be erection and stimulation. Zero erection is the size you need – literally something as small as your husband’s smallest penis size ever. In no way do you need to worry about a device where the shaft is half an inch shorter than the length of his penis when completely flaccid. Often the original cage ordered turned out to be too wide or too long because of the man’s optimistic measurements or fear of being too confined. If you go with one that’s too big it will be unwieldy, add unnecessary weight and ultimately will be less suited to all-day every-day wear.
There are open “cage” designs and closed “tube” designs. The tube design has the advantage of restricting any access to the penis and not leaving any sensitive spots available for your husband’s touch. However, it will need to be unlocked occasionally for cleaning and skincare. An open cage design on the other hand enables the wearer to wash all bits of his penis in the shower and it allows the skin to dry after bathing or sweating. For long-time chastity I would therefore recommend an open design as it can be worn indefinitely without any need to be unlocked .
However, uncircumcised men may still require occasional removal of the cage in order to clean underneath the foreskin. If you would like your husband to get circumcised this is a good opportunity to ask him. The surgery itself is done quickly and under local anaesthesia, and it will be healed after around four weeks. Nevertheless, there are millions of uncircumcised men in chastity who report no problems at all.
Chastity devices are available in multiple materials, including stainless steel, titanium, nylon, polycarbonate, resin, and silicone rubber. Steel and titanium are the strongest and most hygienic materials as they don’t absorb any liquids or smells. However, their downside is weight: titanium weighs four times and steel eight times as much as the non-metallic materials.

Metal detectors may spot steel (but not titanium) devices. My husband has flown multiple times with a nylon device he uses specifically for travel, without setting off any alarm at the security checks.
There are different types of locks that can be used in chastity devices.
The most common lock type is a small padlock , which makes a satisfying “click” sound when you lock him and has the further advantage that your husband can lock himself without needing the key.
An integrated lock , also called magic locker or keyhole blocker is smaller and hence more discreet, however it has the disadvantage that you will need the key both for unlocking and locking (instead of just for unlocking).
A new type of lock called “Click & Lock” combines the advantages of the two: it is an integrated lock that can be locked without the key.
Some chastity devices offer the option of a so-called security screw , which is a uniquely designed screw that locks the device and which only unlocks with a custom key you can’t buy anywhere else. This is another discrete and lightweight option which claims to be more secure than a normal lock that can be picked quite easily.
Bluetooth locks are another option, although not yet available with most chastity devices. The advantage is that you don’t need to carry around a key because you can simply unlock the device with your phone, or even send a one-time code to your locked partner who can then use his phone to unlock the device. The downside is that you need to make sure the battery in the lock is not running empty.
Finally, there are numbered plastic seals . These can be used in lieu of a padlock, but they can only be used once and then need to be cut open with scissors. Each one has a unique printed number on it to prevent undetected tampering. Your husband can easily take the device off but he won’t be able to keep it secret from you. These locks are useful in some situations, for example for men who have to self-lock in long-distance relationships.
While a locked chastity device cannot be completely removed from his body, he will eventually figure out how to pull out his flaccid penis and masturbate behind your back , as many women found out the hard way. Once he has discovered this, chastity is just a game for him. It is not real and he not you is in control. If you feel that chastity no longer seems to be working, maybe your husband has figured out how to secretly have fun on his own. There are four approaches to increase security by preventing undetected pull-out of the penis.


The first and best is to pierce his penis so that a bar or loop can be put through it and locked to the device. He will not be able to pull his penis out unless he wants to rip out the piercing. The usual piercings used for chastity are the Prince Albert and the frenum piercing, both of which are simple to do, quick to heal, and harmless looking. There are chastity devices with a built-in piercing rod, which means that when you take the device off for sex, the piercing is gone as well, and the tiny hole on the underside of his penis is barely noticeable as the skin closes immediately when the piercing is out. A lot of the women I talked to were reluctant initially, but not a single one of them regretted having their husband’s penis pierced . The usual comment from many women was that they were sorry they had wasted time playing around with toy chastity devices.

Additional benefits of a piercing, besides security, are increased comfort and easy urination, as it makes the penis always stay in place. Normally, the penis tends to move a bit in the cage, for example after bending over, exercising, erections, or when his scrotum is loosening and tightening. A piercing makes sure that the tip of his penis is always pressed against the end of the cage as it should, thereby supporting an active, carefree lifestyle without any need to readjust the penis once in a while. For long-term chastity play, a piercing really is the way to go.

If you nevertheless don’t want your husband to be pierced, a device with a urethra plug is the next safest option . If the urethra plug is long enough is it virtually impossible to pull the penis out of the device
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