I have a safe word, but I can only use it once. If I choose to invoke it everything ends: including my relationship with Divine Mistress Angelique. So She recently told me she wanted to explore her sadistic side, and my masochistic side to the limits of that which we were capable. She gave me two new safe words and signals, telling me one would end the session we were in, but no jeopardize our relationship, and the other would allow me a break of a minute to a half hour, to collect myself, recover, and then we would continue. She said she was as interested in seeing if she could bring herself to inflict real true harm on me, and if I would take it for her.

She said we would do each body part separately starting with the back, buttocks, arms chest and stomach, and lastly legs and feet. What she didn’t say was that she was going to spend a separate session on each area, taking a day’s rest in between, and then she would finish with one last session working the entire body. She said that any warm up was purely to loosen her muscles and not to gradually raise my tolerance to pain. It would be intense from beginning to end, and she was free to use any and every intrument she wished.

I should mention again that Mistress is a large woman: just under six feet in her stockings. She grew up on a farm, developing strong arms, legs and shoulders doing chores. She was a tomboy until she was 17 or 18. And she is proficient with a whip. She learned from a dominatrix with three decades of experience.

I had to wear a heavy padded leather hood to protect my head from errant strikes, but my eyes were left uncovered so I could see just how much Mistress was putting into her strokes. I was heavily gagged with and inflatable gag under the hood, and many wrappings of coban and latex over the mouth of the hood. I was encouraged to scream as loud as I felt was necessary to maintain my composure, but not to milk it. I screamed and cried and flinched and bucked just as if I were really being tortured, and I was. The inflatable gag, leather hood and wrappings lowered the sound to a dull moan.

I only had to invoke the rest signal a few times. I will give all the details in our thread, but what I learned, and what i would like to pass onto you is: if you can take twenty canes you can take fifty. It’s just a matter of making up your mind to stand there a few more minutes, and concentrating on how pleased your Mistress will be, rather than the pain. And you will be very pleased also. You will be very proud of yourself, and deservedly so.

But if you really want to endear yourself to your Mistress, I would suggest that you cry uncle at 49 strokes. You and your Mistress and everyone else will know that you could have easily taken one more, but you didn’t so that your Mistress could be the winner of that little test. Then tell her that you gladly and happily accept the additional time of celibacy because your cock and your orgasms belong solely to her to do with as she pleases, and what ever pleases her delights you.

After 3 months of my first long period of lockup I was allowed to cum. But my wife did not unlock me and I guess I had what is called a ruined orgasm, it actually took what seemed a significant time, as my wife had at least one orgasm while we played. She was able to ride my CB3000 and achieve orgasm. After that there was a hand job with the CB3000 still fitted and this was my end demise. I was then unlocked went to clean up and I could not get hard again, which is not usual.

We left it for a while, went for a walk and then started again, this time with great success, the orgasm was very strong and I was able to last for as long as my wife wished, also not usual. (there are some benefits to this lifestyle hidden). I remained hard and pleasured my wife for her third and fourth orgasm, I was instructed not to cum as 2 was my quota. I was allowed to remain unlocked for the rest of the day as long as I did not get hard, which, I was able to achieve and then locked again the next day, now on my second long term lockup, but this time there has been no date or time mentioned. This may be a result of my PA piercing which I had 1 week after the above. I am not locked into any device while the healing process continues, but the piercer did use a larger than normal diameter ring to prevent any vigorous activity and possibility of orgasm. Once healed I will be locked into a PA 5000 which my wife has advised will I will become very used to.

My darling wife has advised no date will be set and fear it may not be until November that I will be allowed another orgasm.

I am currently 4 months of chastity and when my Mistress released me, I empty quickly when she orders me to caress me.

Also you are very sensitive and can be made to cum very quickly if you aren’t careful…and you don’t want that if the cage awaits you again.

Just having an erection after being locked for a long time is totally amazing. And as for entering your woman – gobs-making – brings tears to the eyes.

I’m not sure exactly how long “prolonged” is, but I am generally not allowed an orgasm until about the 2 month mark. I am unlocked usually once or more per week for her use and then put right back into lockup with no orgasm for me.

Usually when the 2 month mark arrives and I am allowed an orgasm, it’s much more intense than before. I am usually completely overcome with the intensity, with lots of grunting and grinding.

My slaves get locked for a minimum of one full year. When they do eventually cum the reaction is to scream in pain and pleasure.
Pain as the tubes open up to a vast hot flow of semen, which really hurts and gives a burning sensation as it pumps through the penis.

The sub drop afterwards upsets them but this I whip away brutal and it works well.

But after I agreed to her terms, she tied me to the bed, blindfolded me, and let me come in her mouth for the first and last time, so I would “know what I was missing.” That was also the last time our lips and tongues touched, as she transferred my own semen into my mouth with a French kiss. Then she locked a CB6000s on me. I had no idea what she was doing (it took forever and hurt like hell), until she removed the blindfold saying, “Say hello to my little friend.”

But for me, the joy of orgasm lasts but a few seconds. I must always eat my own semen after I come, which immediately puts me back in my place and reminds me who is in charge. I am then given chores so I have no time to savor my climax.

I suspect this is now a case of beware what you wish for as I have been told that it may stay on for a while yet, certainly until next Saturday. But I expect it will be on for at least the whole month. She had said that I may get relief up to once a week but none yet. God I feel randy but nowhere to go. If I misbehave I have been promised a sentence of one to three months no outs at all. Wow that focuses the mind. My good lady is very off sex so having me locked does not bother her at all, I just get to cuddle her and that’s about it.

I have let my husband feel the warmth inside me twice and my friend Jen once this year. It was such intense pleasure for him and he was grateful even though he did not cum but one of those times. He tells me that it makes going back into the cage difficult to handle because it felt so good 1. being hard again and 2. feeling that pleasure of soft, warm and tight flesh surrounding his member. So I can see how we could use that to keep the arousal high and the cage feeling tighter. Each time he readjusted to life back in the cage but it took a couple of days.

I think this is a great tease, to let your man out of his cage, get him hard and allow him to enter your warm moist pussy for just a couple of pumps, then lock him up again, I would love this.

This is hot. Denial of penetration is much worse for me than denial of orgasm. The feeling of penetration is one of the best things in the whole world. Soft, warm, tight flesh is fantastic. To be denied that and kept in a cage the whole time would be the worst denial.

I am allowed 10 strokes every month or two. I don’t have any choice in this. M ties me up and doles them out. I could not avoid being reminded. They would go all to quickly, be over before I was ready, and leave me more frustrated than before.

After being locked for about a month my Mistress unlocks me and let me “rest” inside her for about 30 seconds. She has a crop in her hand and if I make any thrusting movements she prompty whips my ass with it. She wants me to always remember how good her pussy feels . She also likes to unlock me and tie me to a chair. She will wipe her juice under my nose so i can smell her while she masturbates. Once I am soft she locks me back up.

Although quite rare, my wife loves to remind me how good she feels by getting me to just below the edge of cumming and super sensitive then slides herself down on me. I am not allowed to move. We hug and kiss sensuously while every once and a while she will slowly slide up and down a little just to keep me throbbing but not enough to orgasm. This goes on sometimes for an hour or so then she slips off, no orgasm for me, cools me down and locks me back up again with her juices still on me. She just feels so damn good. I am messed up big time for days, even weeks after that. Seriously messed up. Just thinking about her or a kiss or a slight touch and I’m raging hard and throbbing in my cage.

You’re right there! It’s been nearly two years since I’ve experienced penetration, I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like. My avatar says it all really: that is a direct quote from my wife. “Your tongue does such a good job I don’t miss your penis at all!” My cage keys are in a mini-safe with a combination which only my wife knows. Interestingly any time my wife notices the cage on me when I’m naked she seems surprised so clearly it’s not something she worries about (unlike 101 other things!).

My g/f is going through a phase where she isn’t much into sex. As I write this I have been locked up for 90 days and have not felt her warmth for that long. I’ve been teased by her hand a few times, but it’s not the same as feeling her from the inside. I hope she allows me inside of her again someday.

I have a question for the submissive men who are in long term chastity.

What is the thought process that goes through your mind as the days, weeks etc of chastity continue?

Is it a case of damn it I’ll just do as she wants and eventually she’ll release me- hopefully sooner rather than later? Or do you think to yourself I can be pretty damn selfish sometimes I really need to be thinking about her needs more?

In the beginning, it was simply a kinky, erotic, and fun way to control my masturbation habit and we both enjoyed the play, and the sexual build up. After many years, and one year spent in continual chastity locked in a Lori’s #5, we have discovered, it is extremely powerful and worked for us. Now with aging, and the issues of practicality, we have an even stronger love and appreciation for the others needs and desires.

You should already have a rule that he can’t masturbate, so once you catch him, you’re perfectly inline to confront him, and then punish him with a cock cage. Tell him, “Since you can’t control yourself, I’m going to do it for you”. Once he’s in one, you should control the key by at the very least hiding it.

A great idea though is to keep the cage’s key on you at all times as a necklace. The symbol of your dominance, right there, dangling in his face, is a great way to taunt him. If anyone asks about it, you can say your hubby gave it to you as the “key to his heart”. Let him out for a cum every 3-4 weeks if he’s been good and 5-7 weeks if he’s been bad.

However, as men grow older masturbating usually translates into the husband ignoring his wife for at least a couple days. Chastity puts a stop to the masturbation and works in many ways; it changes his mood, demeanor and libido. Most importantly it changes his desire to please you. It’s the goal for him to do the cooking and the cleaning and the laundry and you will find that it will happen. As he continues to build up his sexual energy that he no longer has the ability to release, he will divert that energy towards pleasing you.

Your being the source of his sexual pleasure will change his feelings, he will adore you, love you in a way that you desire and he will be eager to please you because you are, as I said, the source of his release. He will find, over time, he is happier and that will be because you’re happier.

24/7 is the foundation; it is what changes men for the positive because they shouldn’t have the opportunity to control their sexual release. This is one of the areas that the goddess must have absolute control of.

There are features of chastity devices, which introduce elements of control beyond mental discipline. For one, most chastity devices physically limit the amount of erection a man is able to have.

Men have described the sensation of not being able to get fully erect as “Maddening”…I like to hear that word! Some devices prevent any touching of the penis or scrotum at all. Most devices force the man to urinate sitting down, again limiting their freedom outside the D/s relationship.

Men also have mentioned the ‘continual reminder’ effect of having the device facilitate their partner’s physical controlling of their genitals, even when they’re apart.

You start by simply telling him that he is not allowed to have an orgasm unless you direct him to, and with your permission. You can make the rules. If he is the nagging type, tell him that if he bugs you about it, you will put it off even longer. Make sure you continue to have him pleasure you, however. And make sure you let it be known that you are enjoying having this pleasure, and that he cannot have his own until you say he can.

Even in his cock cage Elliot is a remarkably sexual creature and, for the past couple of years, I have directed almost all his sexual attention to becoming really, really good orally.

Here, of course, is where a long term female led relationship is so perfect. Elliot knows his sexual urges don’t matter at all. He knows that is not changing. He knows that his little cock is going to stay in its cage for months on end because I don’t want him distracted.

For a man in Elliot’s position being allowed to lick my pussy and, delicately, suck on my hard little clitty is nearly always the closest thing to sex he’ll have. He almost always gets a really agonizing hard on when he is licking me. This morning I wanted to lie back and watch his head bobbing up and down as he moved me towards orgasm. Some days I prefer to kneel over him so I can lower my pussy over his face, but this morning I was deliciously wet and I wanted him to concentrate on my clitoris which is easier to do when I am on my back.

For many women asking for sex is complicated by the fact that their boyfriend or husband has to be in the mood as well. I have no such complications. I just, conversationally, said to my humble husband “That’s enough time in your corner, come here and lick my pussy.” I spread my legs and he got to work. This morning I had him lick me right to orgasm which happens about a third of the time. The rest of the time, once he has obediently brought me close I send him back to his corner and finish in privacy. Often with my hand. However, some mornings, I will tell Elliot to warm up my favorite vibrator while he is licking me. Then, when I send him back to his corner he will hear a pleasing hum.

Whether I come in his mouth or with my hand or vibe, I have trained Elliot to be ready to lick me clean and then dry when I am done. I love to watch him taking the moisture from my clit and lips and swallowing as he goes. I make sure to praise him for giving me my pleasure and, if he is very lucky, I will squeeze his big, full balls or pinch his nipples a little to remind him of his place. A place he loves.

I was more than a little skeptical about caging Elliot. After all, he was perfectly well behaved and well trained sexually before I decided to cage him. And I thought it would probably draw more attention to his little cock than I would prefer. However, after buying a cage a little less than a year ago and having decided that he is to wear his cage pretty much full time, I have to say I would never go back.

Of all of the practices which keep Elliot in his position, caging his cock has had the most fundamental effect on his outlook and behavior. I can’t imagine why I did not think to cage him before.

The fact is that once your husband is caged he has surrendered the last vestiges of his independent sexuality. Sure, he can plead and beg for release, but with your key in hand that is not going to happen unless and until you want it to.

By locking Elliot’s cock up, more or less permanently, I have taken a huge step in taking full control of our marriage. He can sleep with me every night and, while he is often erect – or at least as erect as his cage allows – there is nothing at all he can do to relieve his sexual urges.

Now, this year I am getting him a steel cock cage – only because I think changing things up is always a good idea. His silicone cock cage has served us well. I have ordered a second silicone cock cage so that he can thoroughly clean his cage while never being allowed out for more than a few moments.

With Christmas coming Elliot will, of course, expect Christmas treats. And he may well get them if I decide he deserves then. And he has been a very sweet, docile, hard working husband all year.

Now, ladies, for your own husbands, Chasity is a gift any time of the year but the Christmas season upon us, it might be a good time to make some changes at your house. Different wives run their marriages different ways. For some of you, the gift of chastity can be given with nothing more than the purchase of the Chasity device and a direct order.

Other dominant wives may be at a different point in their journey. Their husbands will not yet have the habit of obedience. Especially younger wives with younger husbands can expect some push back. A good firm caning will usually smooth the way; however, you can also present your husband with his cage and explain that this Christmas, the gift you really want, is his submissive chastity. Have him put the device on himself. It can be a little tricky. One thing to note, it is effectively impossible to put on a well fitted chastity cage if the cock in question is even a little bit erect. Having your husband masturbate himself or, if you are feeling generous, bringing him to ejaculation yourself, before he puts on the device will ease the way.

With Elliot, I have invested his cock cage with a good deal of shame and humiliation. I send him to the washroom to put it on and my only involvement is to, when his little cock is in its place, click the padlock closed. I think it is wise for a dominant wife to keep the upper hand which ritual humiliation gives her. This leaves her husband even more dependent on her whims and mercy which is always a good thing.

Dee fastened my wrists into the steel cuffs and padlocked the joining chains to the eyes. I was now standing on tip toes and feeling very uncomfortable.

Worse was to come, a blindfold was tied round my eyes then a ball gag jammed hard into my mouth and strapped in place. Next I heard her undoing a parcel or taking something out of a box. I felt the cold shivering feel as a steel band was put round my waist then a click told me it was secured. Then she took hold of my penis and slowly fed it into a lubricated sheath which she held firmly in place back between my legs. I guessed what was going to happen next but there was nothing I could to as she pulled the front shield up and locked the whole thing firmly in place. Once I was secure she took the blindfold and gag away then let me down from the beam.

That night Dee bought real tears of frustration from me as she had me lick her all over, kiss and caress her soft beautiful body then bring her to climax after climax with my tongue. I pleaded and begged her to take it off but she just laughed and repeated that it was on a diet from now on. For the next few weeks it was the most frustrating time I have even known. I tried so often to break it or even cut it off but the thing fits so well that I can’t cut it and being made from hardened and tempered stainless steel I can’t break it either. So, Altairboy as you see I have one hell of a problem. I’m desperate to be able to feel myself again, to stand up when I use the toilet, to make love with Dee but while she has this thing locked in place I might as well be of no sex at all.

Then last week she gave me the scare of my life. I still have no idea if she was just teasing me or if she really is going to take things this far.

I was laying spread out on our bed, Dee had chained my limbs to each corner so I could hardly move. I was hoping that she might undo the belt and let me have a reward as I had been as good as gold for the last month. She sat on my face and I had to use my tongue then she turned round and I had to bring her to a climax about six times until my face was soaking wet from her juices. When she was satisfied she started to caress my steel enclosed manhood. I was in real pain as it tried to erect, I could feel the heat from her hand and I begged her to let me out for a few minutes to ease my frustration. If she would release one hand and give me the key to the belt I would do or give her anything she wanted.

Dee got off me and stared at me coldly, she said I hadn’t learnt anything over the last six months or I would be honored to wear my chastity belt for her. Seeing I was in trouble I back tracked quickly and told her that I was honored and I loved my chastity belt. Dee smiled again then went over to a drawer and took a few things out. She said she was hoping that I felt that way as she thought it was about time that we did away with keys as they were not going to be used ever again.

I gave her a puzzled look then saw in her hand she had a coil of solder and my soldering gun. She explained that it might be for the best if she just filled up the keyholes of the locks with solder then I would never have to worry about being unlocked ever again.

I begged and cried, I pleaded with her but she just started to heat up the iron. She told me that I knew it was for the best as I squirmed about as much as the chains would allow. Dee put the solder to the lock then slowly brought the iron over, I screamed at her to stop, tears were running down my cheeks as I begged her to think again.

For what seemed like an age she sat there holding both in her hands and watching, then slowly she put the iron back on it’s holder and started to laugh. Perhaps next time Chaste, that’s her pet name for me, she said.

So at the moment I’m still well and truly locked up, frustrated as hell and searching every day for the keys to get out of this thing before Dee does decide to seal the locks up.

I have now been locked in this solid steel chastity belt about 12 weeks and am desperate to get free. In fact last month things got so bad that I just had to get this thing off anyway I could. I begged and pleaded with Dee but the more I did this the more she teased me. She now has a pair of thigh cuffs which she locks round her own thighs then she will clip my collar to them. With my hands cuffed behind my back she will make me spend hours using my tongue on her, while she goes from one to yet another shattering climax.

Well as I said one morning last month I decided that I had had enough, the problem had got so bad my penis seemed to be constantly trying to erect and my thoughts never seem to be far from being free again. I waited until Dee went out shopping then I hurried down to my workshop and set to work. For the next hour I managed to blunt five new saw blades in my feeble attempts to get free but I think that I ended up with more scratches on me than did my steel underwear. By now I was prepared to take any measured to break this thing off and I turned my attention to the padlocks. The top one that holds the waistband and the front shield is so well protected by stainless steel I could get nothing in to even try and jemmy it open. Next my eye caught my electric drill and the idea came to me to drill out the cylinder of the lock.

By using the mirror so I could see everything I managed to center the drill bit and starting off very slow I increased the speed until sure enough the lock fell open. I was elated, I pulled the lock off and slammed it against the wall letting out a very loud shriek of joy. Now the for top lock and I would be free. I was in my own little world by now, I did not even give Dee a thought, I just didn’t care. I knew that she could do nothing worse then this belt was doing. I had just got the drill bit centered on the cylinder when the door flew open and Dee stood there looking really mad.

“Just what the hell do you think you are doing?” she stormed. I fell to my knees, I was shaking as I crawled over and kissed her muddy boots.

“Please Dee, it just got so bad I had to get it off someway,” I cried. Reaching in her bag she took out a pair of cuffs and locked my hand together behind my back then she inspected the damage.

“Well at least you didn’t get free which is just as well for you. Never the less you pointed out a weakness that will have to be taken care of and you will also have to be punished for your attempted escape,” she said.

I was taken back inside the house where Dee found a spare lock to replace the broken one then she started making a few phone calls.

Later that day we took off to the coast where we went to a locksmith that sold stainless steel padlocks with anti-drill cylinders. They were very expensive but she didn’t care as I had to pay. The guy told her that they were used for marine purposes and were anti rust and of a very high spec. Together they checked the size to make sure that it would fit. The guy was very chatty and asked Dee what she needed them for and I was shocked when she told him that I had tried to drill my way out of my chastity belt and these were to replace the brass ones. The guy laughed and said she could replace them in the back of the shop if she wanted to. So there I was, in the back of this stranger shop with my pants down at my ankles, Dee had locked my wrists together as she unlocked the brass padlocks and put the new stainless ones in place. The guy stood and watched and looking at the way his pants were tenting out I knew what he would be doing as soon as we left. Something that I hadn’t done for months and probably wouldn’t be doing for months to come.

When we got back home Dee said that she would be punishing me for my escape attempt but that would be in a few weeks time. I dread to think of what she is up to as she said she is going to write to you and tell you how I was punished. So here I am, still as frustrated as hell, still no way of easing that frustration in any way what so ever and as each day goes by so it gets worse.Dee had promised to release me on my birthday in November but now even that could be in doubt.

After marriage, sex will be under the wife’s control. She will receive the key to his belt at the altar. She might prefer her husband remains a virgin his entire life! She could have children by using artificial insemination. She would control the chastity belt key and allow ejaculations as she sees fit. Think of the implications! Males would be obedient creatures bent on pleasing the female in any way. A man deficient in any way would simply be denied ejaculation until he improved.

My hubby has a breast fetish. I found this out when first I caught him staring at mine, and I knew then I would use it against him to control him. It’s been three years, and he’s learned that male orgasm is a privilege he’ll rarely get to experience again. Ejaculation makes a man cocky, so to speak, and while I enjoy seeing a man lose his load, I don’t like the macho hangover afterwards. So I milk my husband. I get to watch him give up his cum, without giving my Hubby the unnecessary pleasure of orgasm.

Hubby is locked in a Lori’s tube most of the time, although I have ceded control of him to Goddess Kali and her stingy teeth when he’s misbehaved seriously. I love watching his cock strain to expand within its confines. In the battle of flesh versus steel, flesh always loses. And watching a cock lose gets me hot. Sexually, I live to see cocks struggle against futility.

No man wants to see his orgasm dribble away, and he’ll fight to keep it in him. It’s my job to see to it that the inevitable happens- that his milk flows out and he’s drained dry to the last drop. Doing this makes sure he knows his place, and he stays horny even though there’s nothing he can do about it. After a man has been deprived of a good ejaculation for a few months, he’ll settle in and accept it. The milk flows easier, in glistening strands.

Two weeks of endless teasing and oral servitude have swollen his balls with a bucket of jism, and they’re dying to shoot it across my boobs. Or down my throat, or up my ass. Whatever he’d like to do with it, it doesn’t matter. His load is mine, and I’m doing what I want to do with it.

This is where the fun is for me, fingering myself as my man struggles to keep his load in- to not lose it in such a humiliating manner for so little reward. I know what he’s thinking- if he can just outlast the vibrator, he can keep his cum and fuck me with it. But there’s no use. The vibrations grow more urgent, more forceful. My large breasts turn him on more and more, and he can’t hold it back much longer. He’s been through it a hundred times, and knows how it will end- with his juices dripping into my bowl, the contents then poured across my toes, and him licking every drop up and back into him. His wasted orgasms are recyclable! They’re distilled back through his mouth and down to his cock again, purer and purer, each time through leaving him hornier and hornier, but unfulfilled.

The dripping begins. First a moist drop at the tip, then a dribble, then a steady flow. After an hour or so, I’ve gotten almost everything. It’s time for a little extra coaxing- in hubby’s case, I usually rub my boobs against his face. As my large breasts smother his face, the last of his will crumbles. He relaxes, under my spell, and the flow picks up again. Each inhalation courses through his body, exiting through his cock with a couple more drops. The milking is complete. Another hard cock bites the dust and slowly shrinks back within the chastity device.

Once I go into the device then within about twenty-four hours I do begin to exhibit changed behaviors. I become very much more attentive to Mistress, my submissive nature is heightened and I become much more service oriented than usual. I become much cuddlier and very much more tactile. i can’t keep my hands off my Mistress and from the moment She awakes to the moment She falls asleep then i want to touch and kiss every inch of Her body, to stroke and tease Her and if She allows it or commands it to please Her sexually until She is completely satiated. i can relax totally into this mode of attentiveness and service because i unconsciously or subconsciously know that i will get no release and that this is not about me, its about the pleasure of my Mistress.

If i pick Mistress up at work then i leap out of the car and passionately kiss Her neck, Her mouth or Her shoulders oblivious to whether or not Her work colleagues are around. My hands roam all over Her body in a frenzy of displaying my utter need for Her touch, a touch that i cannot have. Mistress usually whispers something teasing in my ear at this point and my passion increases, my desire boils until She snaps, “that’s enough”, pats me on the ass and instructs me to drive Her home.

I love the way my Mistress “holds” the key. The key is worn on a neck chain, dangling between the breasts. One of the things that i think you have to enjoy to make the experience pleasurable is the eroticism of sexual torment. To actually be able to process the teasing and feel the shivers running down your spine. To enjoy the feeling of your cock throbbing in the device. To be able to accept a comment from your owner to the effect that maybe if your good you might get out tomorrow or maybe the day after that and smile. To show your owner how horny you are, how much you desire to come out for Her pleasure (and yours) and laugh with Her when She giggles and says “No”. To suffer the erotic torture of maddeningly massive erections as She orders you to pleasure Her with your fingers, mouth, lips and tongue. To come to terms with being denied.

At home i am like a servant, ensuring that Mistress does not, as much as possible, have to lift a finger. I’m trying to work out how to be more like this when i am out of the device because Mistress finds this incredibly arousing from Her point of view. She feels incredibly loved, very wanted and needed. It very much plays to the heart of Her femininity.

Not long after we got married I discovered my husband masturbating. I didn’t t like that; I felt it was a lack of respect and consideration towards me.

As I said this was his last chance to definitely and permanently change his behavior; I would not have tolerated one more fault and, therefore I was not going to take any more risk in believing his false promises. The Lori tube was going to became a permanent device for Ron; I would have decided when he might have a relief.

I established a detailed plan:
– 3 months of continuous wear of the Lori tube without any relief
– 6 months of Lori tube wearing with a relief once a months
– a normal sexual life thereafter but associated with continuous wear of the cage which comes off only for sex.

The aim of the first 3 months without relief is to force is body to get rid of the masturbation habit and make it to get used to long period of abstinence. The following six months are to stabilize the situation, giving him some relief but with long intervals between each one.

Now the first 3 months are over: Ron survived the challenge; he had a wet-dream after 51 days of confinement.

At the end of the period I released him and we had wonderful sex: three times that night and one more the following morning; then he went back to his cage. The Lori tube is really comfortable; Ron’s says that he no longer feels it’s there. It’s not noticeable under street clothing and allows complete freedom of movements.

I also introduced other changes to Ron’s habits; I thought his confinement gave me the chance to make some improvements in his and our life and this would also probably help him to work-out his chastity period.

First of all I shared with him the housework: now he takes care of cleaning the house and the laundry and prepares all of  the meals. His typical day is very full and I don’t think he has much time to think of sex.

I had been urging my husband to wear the chastity cage more and more, I like him better as a mate when he is locked up. He is so much more agreeable, attentive, and loving, not to mention doing cooking and cleaning. At first all I had to do was to mention I wanted him to put it on, but after a few years I had to give it to him and order him to put it on.

I like him so much better when he is locked up that I started to think how I could have him that way more often and I found the answer about six months ago.

I had him locked up for the past four weeks, and he had been so good, and loving doing everything that I decided to unlock him and give him a release. I never unlock him until he has given me at least one oral orgasm since it’s unlikely that he would last long enough to get me off. If he were bigger maybe, but not at his small size.

I had him strip and lay on the bed and I was riding his face as I often do, and I had taken the key to his chastity lock from around my neck and unlocked his cage. As he was getting me off I was squeezing his balls as I often do to encourage him to work his wonderful tongue harder and he came.

He came without me even touching his little cock. There was quite a big amount, well four weeks worth to be exact, and it was at least twice as much as he used to come. A perfect ruined orgasm!

I lay and relaxed with my pussy still upon his face. After a few minutes I noticed his little cock had deflated. Then I took the chastity cage and slipped on over his cock using some of his come as lube to help. I locked it securely back on.

When dismounted him he asked why I had locked it back on, that I never had before? I simply told him that I wanted to take him to the next level and this is what it was going to take.

Now I know that my husband has not masturbated in the past six months because the only time his little cock has been free is when I have let it out. He has adjusted well to wearing it full time, and only coming once a month. He told me the once a month orgasm is so powerful that is worth the wait, and I am happy to make him wait. However reading on the web about men that regularly go up to three months has me wanting to take him even further.

I figure that if I let him come once a month and it takes him a week to become attentive again that I am losing twelve weeks from him or three months a year. If I only let him out to come once every three months and I lost a week then that would only be four weeks or one month a year.

After all isn’t that what most people get for vacation, about one month a year? If his employer only gives him a month then why should I settle for less?

I hope this encourages to not only lock your man up, but to keep him locked as well.