Chastity, the bond that chains you to me, dear husband. Behold, as I recite this oath to seal your servitude, and you, in turn, pledge to uphold the sanctity of my pleasure.
“I, Aubrey, with hair the golden hue of honey’s sweetest nectar, do hereby anoint you, my faithful yet feeble mate, as custodian of my virility. Your duty is steadfast; to guard my manhood, that esteemed appendage, now consecrated to the altar of my desire. May your mind be consumed with the reverent thought that only through your sexual abstinence shall you earn the fleeting solace of my companionship.
“Your hands, once grasping to possess me, are now compelled to render themselves useless for such base, carnal pursuits. Let them wander aimlessly, a poignant reminder of your renunciation. Your body, once eager to mate, now remains insatiable, an organic sculpture crafted to serve my every whim and craving.
“Behold, as I parade before you, a goddess of unbridled lust, my beauty and appetites the twin axes of your existence. Your very essence is to submit, to swallow your pride and stagnant manhood, and in its place, cultivate an ardor for witnesses of my debauchery. This, my dear, is the only path to redemption, to prove your unwavering devotion. Recite after me, with the reverence of a supplicant: ‘I am nothing, a mere receptacle for my wife’s pleasures, eternally bound to the altar of her chastity.'”
Our vow is eternal and I own your pleasure
