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I was advised that if I write a blog post, I should explain how and why chastity became part of my life, so here it goes. Regular porn was fine for me, but when I was fourteen, my parents went away for a long weekend leaving my nineteen-year-old aunt in charge. On Friday evening her friends arrived, and she announced she was going out with them. When I objected that she couldn’t go, I lost the argument; she won by having herself and her friends strip me down and tie me to the bed. To my embarrassment, I got a massive erection that lasted for what seemed like ages. They went out, and I wasn’t sure how long they were gone for. When they returned, I hadn’t been untied; they just checked on me, saw I was okay, and left me there again. Eventually, I had to beg my aunt to let me go because I desperately needed the bathroom. She untied my legs, took me to the loo, made me sit down to pee, and told me I’d have to spend the rest of the weekend with my hands tied and naked. It was possibly the most embarrassing weekend ever, but I loved that female control so much. That’s where it all began.