The Curse Of The Chastity Witch – Locktober Museum

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The Curse Of The Chastity Witch

You marveled at the elaborate exhibits in the locktober museum. Each piece seemed to be alive with energy. The energy of locked submissive denial. And then you came to the end of the corridor in the west wing of the Museum. The museum label read: “Wax sculpture of the last known chastity witch. Origin: West Africa, with roots in the west indies. She was last seen alive, in New Orleans, French quarter, in the mid 1800’s.”

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The Chastity Witch Remains Were Never Found

Continuing, you read on, captivated with the chastity witches story. No one knew her true age, or for that matter, her whereabouts, as she was peripatetic. She was skilled in the arts of ebony femdom trance, and captivating white men with her sexual prowess. And that was her trap. Any man who fell in love with the chastity witch, ended up locked in a cock cage, and enslaved deep in the locktober dungeons.

The Chastity Witch Disappears

The chastity witch vanished in the 1800’s, and only portraits of her, and ebony femdom phone sex audiosΒ  remained. And the sculpture encased in glass. She looked like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. Flowing jet black hair that fell to her waist, a necklace of animal teeth, with a strange looking amulet hung and rested just above her cleavage. A leopard skin skirt, hung from her hips, fastened with leather strings. She was barefoot, and there was body paint, and strange tattoos covering her body.

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Her Likeness Was Replicated From Old Portraits

As you stared at the sculpture – so lifelike it was eery – you started to get an ache in your groin. You find yourself aroused by her, and unable to stop staring. Shaking your head to snap out of it, and looking at your watch, you realized it was almost midnight, and that the museum was now closed. How had so much time passed, without your noticing? Racing to the museum entrance, you find the doors locked, and the main overhead lights had all been dimmed. Wandering down the other end of the hall, you search for another sign of life, in hopes of finding a security guard or the curator of the locktober museum, but there was no one.

The Eery Quiet Of The Museum Was Unsettling

“What are you doing here after hours?” You jumped and spun around to find a woman standing behind you, staring at you with curiosity.

“Didn’t you hear the announcement saying the museum was closing, four hours ago?” she asked.

Staring at her, in shock, before realized a question had been asked. “Uh… I don’t know, I guess I lost track of time.” It took a moment. The woman’s mocha colored skin, and dark hair, reminded you of the sculpture of the chastity witch. She was wearing a floral print romper, with a navy background, and flat lace up sandals. No teeth around her neck, or strange tattoos, but the face was the same.

Stammering, you dare to ask the question on your mind, “I’m- I’m sorry but you look like the chastity witch sculpture. Are you somehow related?”

The woman laughed and shook her head. “I had never heard of her before I started working here, and you’re not the first person to ask me that. No, she’s not my kinfolk, despite the resemblance.” She paused, looking you up and down, “are you hungry?”

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A Conversation With The Chastity Witch

Following her upstairs to her office, you sat down on the other side of her desk, as she prepared something to eat.

“I hope microwave cuisine is alright,” she said.

You felt the strange stirring in your pants, looking up and catching her bending over to get something out of the small fridge on the floor. After eating, you talked for hours. Your new friend told you her work permitted her to be in the museum after hours, and that you were not the first straggler to get lost in the locktober museum after hours. Hours of talking soon turned into seduction.

“When’s the last time you had sex?”

Startled, you stared up at her, when had she moved so close? “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“I said is this your first visit to the museum?”

Something Didn’t Feel Right, But You Could Only Focus On Her, And Your Growing Erection

Shifting uneasily in your seat, “yes it’s my first visit,” was all you could manage to utter. She had moved again, and was standing on your left side.

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This time you’re certain of what you heard. You stood up, and were about to ask what was going on, when she took a step closer, pinning you to the desk, and kissing you passionately. Several articles of clothing later, you are on your back, mesmerized by her jiggling, bouncing breasts, as she sat astride you, riding you to climax.Β  The lovemaking continued, there were gaps in your memory, and all you could think about, was the amazing fuck you just had, after it was over. And the fact that you didn’t know her name.

And the fact that she knew yours, and you hadn’t told her your name.

“Hey,” you said, after she had collapsed on top of you, and then rolled off to your side. “How did you know my name, and what is your name?”

There was a long silence before she replied, her dark hair swept over to one side, “I know everything, about everyone that comes into this museum. It’s my job to know, and it’s the reason I chose you.”

“What??” you asked, confused.

She draped a leg over your naked body, pressing her breasts against you. “Uma naki… sleep now.”

Your body jerked as you fought whatever magic took hold, trying to move but finding yourself paralyzed. You could hear yourself trying to say, “what did you do to me?” but no words escaped your lips.

You Awoke The Next Morning, With A Pounding Headache

You were still in her office, naked on the floor. Sitting up groggily, looking around, and then down, after feeling something tight and restrictive wrapped around your groin area. Your eyes go wide, looking down and seeing to your horror, the dark marble colored device you’re now locked into. It was a chastity cage, and there did not seem to be any lock, as it was fused to your body. You tried to stand but your body was too weak. There was something scratched into your skin that looked like a tribal marking. Upon finding your strength, you put your clothes on, and dashed downstairs to the entrance, only to find the curator of the museum waiting for you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She said, with a raised eyebrow.

Stammering, talking rapidly and recounting everything that had just occurred. The curator cut you off, and told you to calm down and show her the mark. She didn’t seem to be concerned about the chastity cage with no lock. Hesitating, you pulled down your pants. The curator looked down, tilting her head to the side. “Ah.. yes that’s her handiwork.”

“But what does it mean? Who was she? How do I get this off??”

She laughed, a deep husky laugh that echoed through the hall, “you don’t. And that tattoo means you are now her property, and that you will never cum again.”

The curator turned and walked away, stopping for a moment, “you also cannot leave here, once you’ve had your last orgasm.”

You Looked After The Curator In Horror At Her Words

Now it made sense, the ebony witch conjurer seducing you, and waking up locked in chastity after she took what she wanted from you. Racing back down to the west wing, you needed to look at the statue to be sure, but when you got to the chastity witch exhibit, your heart dropped. The statue was not in the glass case, it was gone. Somewhere in the distance, You heard the sound of women’s laughter, and realized the curators words were true. You would never leave the museum, and you would never cum again.

The Ebony Femdom Invites You To The Locktober Museum

If you enjoyed this Halloween blog train journey, I do hope you’ll stay on board and continue your ride. If you’d like to be my locktober chastity slave, call the Ebony Femdom, by dialing 1-800-601-6975 and asking for Duchess Willow. Email me at willow@enchantrixempire.com for: Custom audio requests, texting and virtual sessions, and phone availability.

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20 thoughts on “The Curse Of The Chastity Witch – Locktober Museum

  1. Wes says:

    Wonderfully written chapter that I can easily fantasize about being caught in! It’s not hard to imagine being mesmerized by you and giving up all control. Thank you for writing this!

  2. Lucifer says:

    The pictures and the story got me completely hard, despite myself. I could easily see myself kneeling before her, throbbing helplessly and aching to fuck, Wonderful job.

  3. jemmie says:

    Obviously there’s no escape possible, or maybe even desired, from the spell of the Chastity Witch! I’m lucky that I’m just a potato!

  4. Scooter says:

    This blog makes my mind spin with thoughts of what Duchess Willow’s Christmas blog may be!!! Thoughts of Santa in Chastity, his ass paddled to be as Red as his suit. His balls bluer then the night sky and the Duchess pounding his ass like a jack-hammer. Along with all of the other ways She will use Santa for Her own personal Pleasure!!!! Oh the thoughts flying through my mind are a whirlwind!!!

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