Question: is anyone seeking spiritual understanding regarding chastity

I discovered chastity as part of my spiritual quest wanting to remain chase. Through trawling the internet back in the 90s found about devices to help with urges and my interest grew from there

 

Nothing particularly spiritual about my chastity. I thought it would be fun in a naughty way. Mrs Chaste liked the idea as well. So 6 years on and I was right, it is fun!

 

I don't feel a strong connection between spirituality and chastity. I also don't worship women in general, just my wife/mistress. I guess the closest I come is that I believe chastity has made my marriage stronger and happier. That is on some level spiritual.

This is a very powerful statement. I realize I don't know you and don't want to read more into this than I should, but this statement really struck me. Have you considered discussing this reaction with someone beyond a mistress? Take care of yourself.

 

Maybe a question @Achedlock17 would want to weigh in on…

 

I also don’t feel a connection between charity and spirituality, chastity was all madams idea, but I do feel a sense of contentment knowing I am pleasing my madam by being locked for her pleasure and amusement, and to show my commitment to her.

 

I have wondered about something similar, and I think you have analyzed it beautifully. Rejecting the femininity in others also leads to rejecting it in yourself (or vice versa.) Embracing femininity in others leads to embracing it within yourself (and making you whole). Feminizing a man forces him to confront those aspects of himself that he may be rejecting (in himself or other.) Accepting feminization encourages a man to accept his whole self (both the masculine and the feminine.)

 

Something I really like about this forum is how varied people answers are! It’s clear that people use chastity for so many different reasons, and FLRs are also very different to each other.
It’s an interesting question, and reading the different answers shows such variety. For me, I have always had a deep fascination and love of females, from the age of about four at least. I do feel that women are sacred in a way, they give birth, they are the symbol of fertility, motherhood, gentleness. I’ve always thought men are there to protect them (probably now considered as a misogynistic view). This has also manifested in urges to submit as well for me; I have a memory it’s playing with my cousin and she played a princess and ordered me around when I was maybe six; it made my little chick hard as rock and I didn’t understand why. Being dressed as a girl by her exited me so much, again I didn’t really know why. However, this hasn’t meant for me that I was scared, or shy or quiet or resentful of women as I grew up; I have celebrated then my whole life, found them easy to talk to and on the whole I’ve enjoyed great success with them. Through my life I have persuaded many women to do my bidding and act dominant to me, but it soon became clear that this seems to be a fairly rare default position and never quite scratched that itch because I knew they were just doing it to please me, which was basically the opposite to what I wanted. Finding a truly dominant woman who is honest, reliable, stable and intelligent (let alone attractive) is rarer and harder than finding a Saxon sword in your fish pond.
I suppose I never really thought I would find such a woman, and had made my peace with that, although there was a powerful longing within me that wasn’t being fulfilled. Finally meeting such a woman, and more incredibly one who wasn’t even aware that she was a dominant, was indescribably amazing for me! That I was approaching half a century old before I did so was, in my opinion, still well worth waiting for! To be able to sit with a woman you love deeply and look at sissy clothes, shoes, chastity devices, discipline equipment with... watch porn together, read porn together... to share fantasies about a certain kinky scenario you’ve had your whole life and then hear them tell you the same scenario with no prompting... to kneel before a woman you adore and submit completely, to worship them and acknowledge your love of femininity... and, as a man who has lived a fairly wild and testosterone filled life, to be broken down by the feminine, to accept and submit to it, to live in a state of almost endless sexual excitement in chastity... well, that’s as close to a spiritual experience that I ever need. I am in no way religious and don’t believe in an intelligent creator, but I am at peace with making my beautiful partner, my Goddess on earth, as happy as I can- and I will never stop loving women.
Mind you, I love being a guy, I love having a cock, and I’ll always love football, beer, motorbikes and rock music, all the things that testosterone gives to us!

Sorry for the long reply!

 

Who gave us testosterone?

 

Chastity, in of itself, may not cause spiritual experiences for all. From my exposure to this forum, it does seem to be a conduit to, or catalyst, to recognize tendencies and desires that may have already existed and perhaps suppressed.

There is no doubt in my mind, that denying the most basic male need, does alter the thoughts and the mindful openness of the practitioner. And, if applicable, the participant in the practice.

As one increases the duration of denial, the impact on the male psychology is undeniable. It can be a very opening, and perhaps frightening experience. You may have to face urges, desires, and feelings that can lead you to places you did not expect.

And, if you make it far enough, and if you are so inclined, I think it is natural to begin to integrate your new experiences to your spiritual understanding and journey. It too, may need a refresh of sorts.

 

I can totally understand the spiritual aspect.
While we do play with the 4 chastity devices, my beautiful wife often reminds me of how much women have had to suffer in order to be pleasant to look at. When she was in high school she set her hair on brush rollers and slept with them every night. I have empathy for what she endured. I told her many years ago how just thinking about what she went through did something to me. I told her how I felt so bad that it made me shiver all over inside. She told me that she had never heard anyone say anything so sweet.
it was much later that she asked me to suffer for her. She got some brush rollers and placed them under a tight hairnet and told me to try to sleep with them. I didn’t make it through the night. Later I took it upon myself to create a locking hairnet from a fishing sein. I put a grommet in 3 places and put a lock through the grommets. She placed the net onto me and used a whole caulk tube of silicone rubber to attach the brush rollers to the net. I had to wear it until it dried enough for the rollers to stay in place.
There is something deeply moving about submitting to what she calls “roller punishment”. While I hate the way these rollers feel, knowing that it pleases her makes me able to accept the hundreds of pricks from the bristles against my scalp. I feel positively honored and somehow spiritually elevated when I submit to this treatment.
I know this blog is about chastity, but we submit to our wives in many ways. ss

 

a hopefully fun question in context of eroticized Goddess worship: is Divinity perfect? or something else entirely?

 

I am not sure if it is perfect. Goddess worship does seem to describe it well. Being asked to suffer for her exactly as she used to suffer and exactly how she wants me to suffer just seems right. I knew my wife during high school, but she was so beautiful that I could never get the nerve to speak to her. I later learned that she was painfully shy and really really a sweet person.