I am in denial most of the time to try to regulate my servitude. My wife and I have realised that this is the most effective weapon. It is completely voluntary on my part. Earlier this week I was allowed to see to myself as my wife was feeling sorry for me. I did it as “economically” as possible, making sure that I would still be in a state of arousal when I had finished. I may as well not have bothered. As the week has progressed my mood has become less responsive to her and low, something we both find difficult to cope with. It seems that the only way it can be guaranteed that I stay focused on her is to deny me indefinitely. I have no idea if that is possible and I’m sure my wife would prefer it to not be that way but we see no other option.

When it became obvious that my Lori’s tube was comfortable enough to wear indefinitely, and that it was very secure, my key holder wife suggested we try a three month period of chastity to begin. There was to be no tease and denial what-so-ever, she has a zero tolerance for any type of penis stimulation, and a few failed milking attempts led her to eliminate those as well. At the three month mark there was no discussion at all – I was to go another three months. At six months without orgasm She decided that I would be allowed only one orgasm per year, on our anniversary. I thought this was too long and more than I had ever bargained for, but she was adamant that our relationship was so improved that I needed to accept it. I had become obedient and attentive like never before and she had come to love having me penetrate her with a strap-on dildo.

Permanent chastity is not only possible, it is preferable in some cases. She also admitted how much more she prefers the large vibrating strap-on dildo to my penis, and how turned on she gets at the idea of never letting me out of chastity and never letting me orgasm again. So she decided that I’m not to be let out for purposes of ejaculation ever again. I agreed and no longer struggle with the decision. For us it is best.

Glad to hear the same sort of story from others. It really is a lock it or leave it situation for me but I think she is completely justified – I was BAD, really BAD though I never cheated. I’m chastised, tattooed with her name and soon getting a chastity tattoo (though I won’t be shown the design or placement until we get it done), plugged often, spanked cropped and slapped, monitored via security cams in my home and office, and generally the house slave cooking most meals, serving her and cleaning up, I perform regular foot worship and pedicures, pussy slave, etc…. The grip keeps getting tighter and I am happier and happier. Very in love and truly fulfilled. We are still best friends and both amazed that it took 20 years of marriage to figure out this arrangement. It’s my fault that is took so long of course. The Lori’s device didn’t hurt either.

Yes, our lifestyle is D/s. Yes, we live in a FLR. Yes, he is in permanent chastity. His device will not be removed.

I have my personal reasons why I want him chaste. He has requested a possible release but I will not even consider this for two full years.

Thank you, lockit. It is not fantasy. It is very real. I do not plan on unlocking him with one exception. The one exception will be if I decide to send his chastity tube back to Ms Lori Lancer for a 2 gauge pin. In that case DC will be placed in the yoke with his hands locked. He will go into his Neosteel belt until the device gets back.  

I am exploring different ways of accomplishing total frustration for him driving him mad with passion. There will come a time that he will beg with all his heart to be released. He is almost there, but not yet.

Over the last few years, She has increased the amount of time i spend in chastity to the point of Her current position. She has decided i will be in permanent chastity for this vary issue. She is tired of my continual obsession with Her property and the hassles that go along with the multitude of devices, keys, and my constant questions of Her “plans.”

The only thing She has said is that my chastity is permanent, but She will revisited the issue in two years if i remain compliant, non- questioning, and non- argumentative.

She may also say, “If you can be this good all week, you might earn enough ‘good boy points’ that I’ll let you out this weekend. On second thought, we have that wedding to go to this weekend and its better that I keep you in so that you will be reminded to focus on me and not get distracted by all the pretty women in their dresses at the wedding.” She usually pats me on my thigh or on my device and will wink and smile at me.

What followed was an unbelievable night of sex. She kissed me and used just one hand on me to keep me hard for what seemed like hours, saying how much she liked her new toy. I was stunned when she massaged herself with my shaft and came twice, while I was still throbbing and without relief. She ran her hands over my handcuffs, making sure they were secure, and then went back to her slow stroking, driving me crazy. Finally she mounted me and rode me slowly. When I began to thrust up to her, she would just slide off. “Hold still!” she demanded. “I’m in charge here- I’ll say how fast, and when you finish. Start that bouncing around again, and I’ll go sleep on the couch- and leave you here.” Stunned, I did as she said- and after another 30 minutes of slow grinding, she let me cum- I thought I was dying. My whole body spasmed with the most intense, powerful, breath-taking orgasm I have ever had. We drifted off to sleep together, me still handcuffed, her head on my chest.

“Mom told me the secret of her marriage. She has always been the center of Dad’s life, because she has made certain that she would always be the most important person in his life. She took certain steps to make sure her husband would be devoted to her. I intend to take those same steps with you.” By now I was really confused, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

Carol reached into a box I had not noticed before and removed a chastity device. She informed me that she was going to lock the device on me, and if I really loved her, I would submit to her control of my sex life. That night I eagerly looked forward to having the device removed for another night of torrid lovemaking. She grinned at me and said, “Sure, I’ll remove it- and soon as your hands are chained to the head of the bed.” When I began to protest, she just said that her Mom had been cuffing her Dad to their bed since their wedding night, and she intended to do just the same with me. “Of course, you don’t ever have to be handcuffed, if you really don’t want to. But I won’t take the CB 3000 off unless you do. Handcuffed the Cb comes off; no handcuffs and it stays on. Your choice!” I reluctantly agreed to the handcuffs, and was soon chained securely to the bed one again.

Carol removed the CB 3000, stiffened me, straddled me, and began a long, slow ride. I was warned not to move- there would be no orgasm for me if I did- so I remained motionless, throbbing, while she slowly slid up and down on me. Sometimes she would stop, slide off me, and then use my member to massage herself to a long, slow orgasm, telling me how good she felt, before remounting me. I never came once the next week.

She now has total control over me. The CB 3000 is very secure and escape-proof. Evenings find me doing most of the cooking and cleaning, and I must always spend at least 30 minutes between her legs, licking her until she comes at least once, but often twice. Then it is off to bed. The routine seldom varies- she likes to strip me naked, which makes me ache inside the CB, then handcuff me to the headboard, and the CB is removed. Most nights she just stiffens me by hand, keeps me hard for awhile while kissing me, and then massages herself with my staff until she has another orgasm. Then she rolls over and goes to sleep. I am left helpless and hard, just the way she likes me. Morning comes and the CB is reinstalled before the handcuffs are unlocked.

If I am lucky, I am allowed an orgasm a month, but I have gone as long as three months without one; if I displease her in any way, she delays my pleasure as long as she wants. It is a rare day, though, when she does not cum at least once. She likes to say that on or wedding day, she put a ring on my finger, but early the next morning, she locked a more important ring around my balls, and she intends to keep it that way. I still love her- but I never dreamed I’d wind up as her sex slave.

My wife put me on the floor two nights ago for rudeness, and then extended it by a further night as I did not make the bed (If I don’t make the bed, I don’t sleep in it). I was grateful that she gave me a thin mattress to use, as it makes it a bit more easy – although it is horrible not to be sleeping next to her!…

Now fast forward to today — and admittedly it was again my fault – i made my wife angry once again… she gave me the choice “50 strokes of the crop, or the floor tonight (with no mattress). She gave me a half hour to decide. I really couldn’t decide. Being whipped is just as bad, if not worse, than the floor,(My wife ensures whipping really is a punishment, and it is absolute agony for me) and if I am on the bare floor, it will be a bad nights sleep for me. After 30 minutes, i still hadn’t decided…it was a very hard decision she had asked me to make..she has told me now that i will have to endure both punishments and that it will be a lesson for me in decision making..so alas, it is the floor tonight and a whipping tomorrow.

With my first FLR my wife would often have me sleep across the foot of the bed or on a pad on the floor when she wanted to be able to spread out and have the whole bed. In fact this became the norm and to sleep next to her for a whole night was the exception. Eventually she moved me out of her bedroom entirely.

Yes, it’s an everyday thing. I’d been doing it off-and-on initially, (it took some getting used to at first), but the more I did it the more comfortable we both got, so it became customary. She was then able to buy a new smaller bed last year, one I’ve never slept in; it’s sacred space, I’m not allowed, I love it that way.We are a very affectionate couple, for sex she usually gets on my mat with me. No “wet spots” for her! :laugh:

In my previous relationship, I was put in a cupboard to sleep. (And before anyone starts turning this into a fantasy, it was due to the fact I snore. horribly.)

That said, it was a major part of the dynamic between us. Occasionally, as a reward, I was permitted to sleep, tied up, beside her bed, but that was the exception, not the rule.

If I fail to make the bed in the morning I am not allowed to sleep in the bed the next night. I do get a blanket and pillow but even with carpet, the floor is still very hard.

My wife had me sleep on the floor one night right after we had started our FLR. We were on vacation in a smaller bed and I think she liked it. Not sure if I brought it up or how it started. It was quite a thrill to have her put me beneath her. She then let me back on the bed for a couple nights till one night I had a bit too much movement on the bed and I was told to sleep on the floor.
We came back home and she continued to have me sleep on the floor. A few nights I was in the bed and then we had a couple week stretch where when I attempted to get on the bed or asked the answer was a firm no. Of course I did not argue. While part of me really enjoyed it and our new roles, I was definitely feeling a little mixed about it. The last few nights I have been back in the bed and I must say it is a better sleep. But the precedent has been set, and now I know that if she is not happy about something I will be back on the floor.

A couple days later after posting and I am back on the floor. She was not happy with my cleaning and my tone on a few occasions. I am hoping I can sleep on the bed after our Valentines day dinner tomorrow.

My wife implemented the floor as punishment about 6 months ago. I forgot to get one of her suits she needed for a meeting out of dry cleaning – that resulted in two nights at the foot of the bed. Thank goodness for carpet! I did a lousy job on the bathroom mirrors last week and that got me night on the floor as well. I can be a slow learner at times in regard to submission – that trait is very regretable to me. A sore stiff back is a reminder to be a better sub.

She did mention getting me a pet bed the other day so I have someplace to sit when in the living room. I am not allowed on the furniture in the living room.

I have spent many nights sleeping on the floor. We have been in an FLR marriage for over 30 years. Occasionally she will use the dog punishment. I must act as a dog would and dogs do not sleep on the bed. In the winter I will be allowed a blanket. I have spend nights outside so the floor is not bad.

Part of our FLR is that our master bedroom and bathroom are exclusively her’s. I am not allowed to sleep in her bed unless she invites me. We have had this agreement in place for the last year (maybe a little more) of our three year FLR. I sleep on our living room couch. This is a degree of my surrender to my wife that she was fairly emphatic about. However, I also want to emphasize that this does not inhibit our intimate activities, for example, my wife likes to conduct tease and denial and other activities in our living room. On rare occasions she will invite me to her bedroom to help or just watch while she pleases herself.

I have a good friend involved with the Fem Dom Club. He and his Mistress became so engrossed in the Slave / Mistress lifestyle that his wife began to take it quite seriously. It became slave do this, slave do that, slave come serve. After several months they were no longer husband and wife. His wife looked upon him as her (term removed – we prefer the term submissive). Period. One evening she frankly told him. Slaves do not sleep in the same bed with a Queen. She had him sleep on the couch. The next day they set up a bed in the basement. After servicing her each evening with massage or orally he tucks her in and slips away to his slave quarters in the basement. When she awakens she calls his cell phone and he begins his slave day in her service.
It sounds strange, but in a way she’s right. Slaves don’t sleep in the same bed with the Queen.

I have been sleeping in my own room for about 2 years now, ever since my wife obtained a chastity device for me in fact.
She likes to call me to her or to send me to her room when she requires me to “attend” to her
I have to admit I would prefer to be in the same room so that I can watch as she prepares for bed or dresses in the morning
Perhaps she’ll change her mind

In our FLR my wife has made the rules significantly stricter over the last several months. I will discuss the catalyst for the increase in restrictions in another forum but suffice it to say that my wife is using the “FL” aspect of our relationship to drive my behavior in the direction she desires. The bedroom and adjoining full bath are now hers. This has been the case for about two months now. I am required to sleep on the couch in the living room or on the one in our home office. On a rare occasion she will give me permission to cuddle with her in the morning. Please don’t take this to mean that we have a relationship that lacks intimacy. On the contrary, my wife is exercising her authority to guide our intimacy in the way that she prefers, and while often times difficult for me the discipline has brought us a lot closer. She employs intimate contact with me on a near daily basis. We have found that bedroom restrictions can be as, or perhaps more effective a disciplinary corrective measure than other forms of denial. She has also made it clear that this situation will be long term.

My wife expects me to cook and clean and do allof the house chores.  What wows her is when I serve her a special dessert or drink when she is relaxing in the family room.  She loves it when I dote on her in butler mode. She loves when I bring her flowers or go out of my way to do something extra for her.  (Not that there is that much extra after doing all of the other things daily and weekly.)
She loves it when I offer to stay home and do all the chores and house maintenance so that she has more time to go shopping.  She likes when I wash her car.  She loves when I give her a massage.

This is really easy and very effective. When my first wife got angry, punishment was just so. We had an eyehook on the inside of the bedroom door closet. We had my hands secured together with two simple cat collars, then with a clasp attached to the eyehook. Once secured, now totally naked, she would apply clothespins to my nipples, my scrotum and penis. The worst place was on the ridge of my penis head. It hurt like hell. My wife would then leave me in the room, as she would go about her routine business. Some times she would lay on the bed and read as I’d suffer and squirm and moan in terrible pain. But when it was time to take off the clothespins, if she was really angry, she’d twist and yank those clothes pins off. I’m not ashamed to say I often screamed in pain. You would think that a loving wife would show some mercy when I would cry out. But she always would say. “It’s suppose to hurt, or it isn’t discipline.
What was good was we had children in the house, and a punishment session could take place right in our bedroom. She would have me strip, secure my hands and apply the clothespins She would gag me, then close the door to the closet. and the punishment went on even though the kid’s room was down the hall.
There was little effort to provide effect discipline. As long as I wasn’t gagged she could apply the clothespins, and leave to suffer for as long as she wanted. Pretty simple. Trust me. When she threatened me with a clothespin session, I changed my attitude. I hated those clothespins. And I was horrified every time she came around to take them off. It hurt worse taking them off than it was to keep them on. What a head trip. I wanted those clothespins off my nipples and genital, but I knew it had to get worse before it got better.

Between long stints of chastity because he couldn’t get things done in order to earn release, and very harsh physical pain sessions including being beaten awake from a dead sleep, he finally figured out that he needed to respect my wishes.