Stories from Chastity Island
Tales from Chastity Isle
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Though seasoned in sailing and capable of navigating the open sea alone, when the navigation system onboard Cathy Conrad's boat malfunctioned, her vessel veered off course by several hundred miles. With little food left, Cathy opted to moor her boat in a sheltered cove of a distant island she had noticed on the horizon. Pondering if the island was inhabited, she wondered, "If there are natives, what kind will I meet, and how will they receive me?"
Adventurous and experienced in exploring tropical regions, Cathy wandered around the island on foot.
Not long after beginning her journey, she encountered her first native, a young man with only a peculiar locking device adorning his genitals. His lean, brown body struck Cathy's fancy. He gazed at her, beamed, then cupped his hands to his face and let out a high-pitched call. Soon, a half dozen more similar young men appeared, all sporting the same device.
"What a remarkable island!" she mused. "Uninhabited or occupied solely by these stunning, tanned young men. They're friendly too!" The men approached and greeted her with tender, passionate kisses on the lips. "I'd also get used to this.."
Her hands roamed along the men's backsides, eliciting both her arousal and laughter from her tan, handsome suiters, who seemed to encourage her touch.
"I can certainly grow to appreciate this.."
The men then guided Cathy to their homes, where they opened freshly caught clams and enjoyed their meal. They alternated looking her in the eye with intense stares at her midsection, smiling broadly, as if conveying a hidden message.
"This might be the thing I'd cherish the most."
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Dangling from ropes, Marsha questioned why she had become involved in such a debacle.
From her swinging perch in the tree, Marsha exerted all her effort to pluck ripe native fruit, but eventually fell onto the island's sandy ground in embarrassment. "I'll never satisfy these challenges," she thought. It was rumored that everyone who succeeded in these tests would find love.
A haven for women desperate for romance, this island was an idyllic, tropical paradise. Mild, cool breezes floated in the air, and the verdant, undulating hills bore tall, swaying palm trees. The details of the 'Order of the Conch' - the secret society on the island - were tightly guarded, but the women were well aware of the blindfold, coastal ceremony, and its allegedly ecstatic conclusion.
Return participants often spent lengthy periods with the island's local boys at their preferred locations. 'The Maroon Lagoon' was considered the most isolated.
Marsha lacked the skills to tie a bowline, read a sea map, or had no seafaring experience, and her time on land had been years in the past. There, helplessly lying on the beach, she abandoned her pursuit of the native fruit.
"These islands are like the elusive bananas at high tide," a returning woman snickered.
3
Spread-eagled on the shore, the native boys resembled the countless starfish uprooted by high tide.
As the ladies strolled past, they examined each flesh-bearing, naked form individually. The lads, prepared to fulfill any desire, could fetch mats of woven palm fronds or fresh coconut oil, and even coconut cream if requested. However, the locking chastity devices remained undisturbed. "Fulfilling your desires is the lad's happiness," the brochure read.
The instructions requested "brightly colored wear, a beach wrap, hat, and sunglasses." Returning ladies had learned to pack a beach towel or oversized shawl, lest they wound up lying with two or three lads swathed only in banana leaves.
With many young, casual lovers, what woman wouldn't be excited? Each woman guarded her privacy, even refusing to divulge the ripe details of her island adventure to her closest friends.
In this region, polyandry is quite common - multiple men are used to satisfying one woman, making decision-making complicated for the women. When chosen, the men excitedly dashed away with the ladies, but only after cleaning themselves in the ocean, their dark skin glistening.
Tonight, the local men were going to dance 'to the drums' - the hypnotic beats designed to reignite the women's passion, remove their pent-up restrictions, and reconnect with their wild nature.
"You'll experience it," a former lady said, "all women experience it."
This small island was rumored to be inhabited solely by handsome native boys wearing chastity devices, luring women cruising through these waters to moor near its rocky coast. The boys seemed friendly enough, skipping naked along the sandy beach or wading out in shallow waters to catch their daily catch. The boys were occasionally seen sitting on large rocks overlooking the crashing waves, almost daring the female captains to sail too close to the island's dangerous reefs.
The women were captivated by the boys' iridescent slim bodies and unblemished tans. They found them sexy.
Communication with the boys was difficult, limited to distant hand waves or high-pitched howls, but most believed the boys were anticipating the women's visits. The boys were good-looking, and the women loved staring at their smooth, youthful physiques, with some women even using binoculars for a better view.
It was high tide, and the ocean's waves were strong.
"Perhaps we could take the dinghies and venture inland," some women suggested, "but would that be prudent, and how would we return to our boats through the rough surf?"
Additionally, the question arose of what to do with these boys when encountered. Several daring ladies insisted on removing those locking chastity devices: bring enough metal tools from the boats, and it wouldn't take long or much energy.
"Unleash those sexy boys," one woman joked.
As the boys had their own plans; they built additional shelters, expecting a group of waving female spectators to visit their island any time soon; also, they created dozens of shell necklaces as presents for the visitors. Additionally, they followed their tribal custom of properly greeting the women, which each boy took great care to practice.
Six large seashells were amassed, one for each boy, into which were placed the sticky pulp of a local fruit - to be licked clean by the women. Although none of the boys had previously performed the ceremony, they all heard about it, and this was how they presumed it was done.
When the woman with the binoculars observed what the boys were up to and understood its significance, she and the other women quickly launched the dinghies, disregarding the possibility of ever returning to their vessel or reconnecting with civilization.
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