Keeping Catherine Chaste

Chapter One

Chapter One

Sister Catherine’s Tale Begins

I suppose I should start my story at the point when I reached puberty, but first, to give you some idea of how I got to where I am today, I must speak a little of my background.

I grew up in a very devout family and community. Religion, being what it is, a power structure designed to control the masses, was insidious in its impact on my development and my views about myself and sexuality. So, as I approached the cusp of adulthood, my natural desires, feelings, sensations together with the thoughts and emotions accompanying such growth came to the fore. Given the strong convictions of my parents and my schooling in their version of morality, I was unavoidably subjected to all of these perfectly natural events, but they made me feel extremely guilty about what was happening to my mind in relation to my maturing body. Oh certainly, I knew I was a female and destined to bear the children of tomorrow, and I also knew I had to take a stand as far as my moral behavior and appearance were concerned, but my raging hormones and the normal curiosity of a teenager drove me with inexorable certainty to experiment with continuing delight about my body’s increased awareness of itself. The guilt that followed each such episode, thanks to my religious upbringing, became more and more hard to bear, until finally, in tears of dismay and shuddering at thoughts of absolute damnation to everlasting Hell that I was sure was to be my lot, I went to my Mother and asked if there was anything to be done to maintain my purity until marriage.

She, being a faithful and somewhat naive soul, took my confession to the parish priest and he quite naturally showed her a brochure he’d received from the Archdiocese, telling of the new products being offered by the Chasti-Permalock Corporation. He also showed her a letter from the Bishop that affirmed these products were now being used with great effectiveness in The Church’s convents and monasteries around the world, and on the inside back page of the brochure it was indicated that another product was also available; this designed to keep younger female members of the Church both chaste and obedient to parental (and thus the Church’s) authority. It was called The Chastity Preservation and Temptation Restraint System. Of course, she thought it was precisely what I needed, and so brought a photo-copy of the information home to show my father.

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Little did I realize, but weeks of intense discussion between them followed, then one day after my bath, she told me to wear only my underwear and stay in my room. Moments later she came in and proceeded to measure me most thoroughly, but provided no explanation. I thought I was soon to get new clothes; a rare event. How right I was, but not what I expected! I forgot about this event shortly afterwards; disappointed when nothing further seemed to result.

Of course, I was unaware, but they’d decided that I was in need of a something substantial to save me from the temptations of the flesh, and so preserve me for eventual marriage. We were not well-to-do, and so the purchase was a substantial financial burden for the family at that point, but nevertheless, they eventually proceeded to purchase it, having decided to go for the full system.

I was sixteen years of age at the time, truly at a point in my life when ‘Age of Consent’ issues were no longer relevant, but, as with most young women in our community (a small one), I lived at home, and expected that I would do so until I was married; probably at around twenty to twenty five years of age. Then, I would move to the house of my husband and we would live happily ever after ... at least that’s what I envisioned happening.

It was after Church, about two months later, that Mother took me aside in the cloakroom and whispered that I must go and have another bath upon our return to the house, then wait for her in my room, and not put on any clothes. Of course, my curiosity was immediately piqued, and I quietly nodded that I would do as she indicated, despite having washed quite thoroughly already. I sat primly in the back seat of our car on the trip home, rubbing my nylon clad legs together under my demure long slip and skirt.

‘What’s going to happen next?’ I wondered.