Albert placed the neatly folded clothing on a cushion. He bent over his wife’s lap. Clarice started spanking her husband. Steady, forceful slaps soon brought tears. His buttocks blushed.

When the spanking ended, Albert knelt before his wife. Head bowed, he kept silent. Clarice reminded him of her warning to not let the television distract him from chores. He was lucky Joni was home. Had they been alone, she would have punished him with the aluminum cane.

Clarice told him to get back to work. Standing, her husband apologized and left. He was too ashamed to look his daughter in the face.

Joni was shocked. Her mother smiled and laughed. She had spanked Albert, she said, almost every day since long before their wedding.

She asked her daughter if her father had seemed unhappy through the years she spent at home. He had not. Albert knows that it is best for his wife to be in charge. He accepts that punishment makes him a better husband.

Clarice told Joni that she believed in female superiority. Girls are better than boys. Women are better than men.

Women are smarter, more intuitive. Women have greater empathy and emotional stability. Most everything in history that had gone wrong was the fault of men. Males were belligerent. Victims of their ego and penis.

Clarice asked Joni if she had noticed the metal device her father wore. She explained that it was a male chastity device. Albert could not have sex, even masturbate without his wife’s permission. This was good for a man. It gave him more energy and made him more focused on fulfilling his duties.

Joni’s needed to understand and accept the inequality of genders. Clarice promised to teach her how to spot submissive men. With a man who knows his place, a woman can have a satisfying relationship.

Mistress Io cannot say when she began wanting to lock a man in permanent chastity. A lifestyle Domme, she was surprisingly indifferent to male orgasm denial during her early years. Often she had ordered men to wear chastity devices out of kindness. They desperately wanted her to take away their sex lives.

Once locked, a man was rarely allowed release. Never would she act as a service top. Essentially a nice woman, Mistress Io was a sadist. Hurting a man was foreplay.

A few men lost their place in her life. They complained too much about chastity. Their hearts were empty of submission.

Male discomfort made enforced orgasm denial a delight. Mistress Io wanted a male who would accept a life without orgasms. One who worshiped her without quibble or compromise. A man who would accept the anguish of permanent chastity.

Jackson did not need ‘training.’ His compliance was swift, graceful and grateful. Between play sessions and when chores were finished, Jackson was good company. Slowly her skepticism dissolved. Maybe he was the lifestyle slave she sought.

Jackson moved in. He kept his old apartment. Mistress Io was emphatic: this was a trial.

He fulfilled all tasks promptly. No chore distressed him. Jackson needed to serve. He knew when to leave Mistress Io to her thoughts. Silently, almost invisibly he might bring a drink.

Mistress Io knew she could not ask for more. But she did. When Jackson learned that she wanted to take away his orgasms – all of them, forever – he shivered. She gave him two days to reply.

Jackson wanted to please her. He feared making a pledge he might not be able to honor.

He wanted his orgasms. But, life as the slave of a wonderful Domme would satisfy him more than sex. She was ecstatic. Jackson was an excellent servant and a good man. She felt proud of his surrender.

Jackson’s only sex organ is his tongue. He copes well with his chastity. At least once a day he gives his Mistress orgasms. Her pleasure speaks to him clearly and forcefully; he has the mental orgasm of deepest submission.

Oliver began addressing his girlfriend as Mistress Ella; their shared lives did not change much. He did all the housework now. The small apartment was easy to clean.

One evening Oliver arrived home late. They had plans to go out that night. His late arrival left them unable to make their reservation. Ella was so angry that she slapped Oliver.

That slap was another revelation. The look of hurt on her boyfriend’s face aroused her. She enjoyed his pain. She enjoyed tying Oliver up. Even more was the sheer delight of spanking him with the cane. He would whimper; her response was laughter. During corporal punishment, Oliver never felt pleasure. To his surprise, there was an afterglow. After a hard night of punishment, there was a spring in his step the next morning. She wanted to humiliate him. It would be some sort of intangible, mental suffering. Taking away Oliver’s orgasms would be perfect. Secretly she ordered a chastity device.

The package arrived promptly. That night she tied up Oliver. Then she took the chastity device out of the box and locked up her boyfriend’s penis.

She enjoyed the stricken look on Oliver’s face when she told him he would not be having another orgasm for a long time. He would have to earn it.

His first task would be to become more skilled at oral sex. She expected him to become able to give her successive orgasms. He would service her for so long that she would begin ache. Oliver was not bad at cunnilingus. Now must learn every trick and technique.

They still kiss and cuddle. Happiness romantic intimacy competes in Oliver’s mind with anguished horniness. She permits her boyfriend infrequent orgasms. She waits until Oliver seems too accepting of orgasm denial. She times releases to revive the memory of what she has taken away.

Ella hints that the day may come when she tosses away the key to his chastity device.

Ryan became her full-time slave man. How wonderful it was to wake up his Mistress, bring her a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee, and then cook her breakfast.

Mistress Alicia locked her new slave man in chastity the day he moved in. Enforced chastity was important to the Domme’s long-term goals.

She removed the chastity device on Sunday afternoons in the home dungeon. Sunday was often the day when Mistress and slave engaged in the roughest, most intense S&M. Mistress Alicia continually sought new and entertaining ways to torment Ryan.

Toward the end of their home dungeon sessions Mistress Alicia always gave Ryan permission to masturbate. As his hand worked, she gave him the most cutting and stinging whipping of which she was capable.

Even though violently aroused Ryan could not reach orgasm while being whipped. Mistress Alicia varied the routine. Sometimes she permitted him to wank only once a month. She would subject him to other torments while he tried desperately to achieve an orgasm.

Ryan was perpetually horny. Even though he was a masochist, this form of suffering did not give him pleasure.

Ryan’s suffering pleased his Mistress. Pushing a masochist beyond enjoyment without harming him was something she had long desired. Suddenly one day, his body shivered and for the first time in over a year he had an orgasm.

Mistress Alicia continued to only permit Ryan to wank when she subjected him to the worst pain. She permitted Ryan fewer and fewer orgasms. She cuddled, caressed and teased him. How his penis strained to become erect.

One day during a very long and painful whipping, he ejaculated without touching himself. Mistress Alicia had never been happier with her slave man.

This was her goal. She wanted a slave who would ejaculate only because she tormented him. He has not touched his penis in a very long time. He has no control over how long he is kept in chastity.

I’ve always wanted to leave a door open, a pathway to return to a so-called “normal” marriage. But this past weekend was when I closed that door once and for all. God willing I will stay married to James for the rest of my life. I love him and I want to remain with him however the definition of husband is forever changed as it relates to James. He is my submissive, my slave, my property and my cuckold. He is my equal only in that he is a human-being made in the image of God, thus he is worthy of my love and my respect. But he is not worthy to have sex with me and he is not my equal within this marriage. He has forever surrendered away any husbandly rights to my body. His chastity will become permanent and his humiliation will become more intense in the days, months and years to come. He exists to serve me and I will do him whatever I please. I no longer have any desire to have sexual relations with him unless it involves some form of D&S where he is being dominated and used for my pleasure.

I originally planned on including James every step of the way during our most unusual Anniversary weekend. I was going to call him up Saturday night and allow him to listen in over my cell phone set to speaker mode while I had sex with Thomas. I had lots of plans but I changed my mind. Instead, I denied my hubby all contact with me during this most special weekend. I called him Friday night to let him know we had arrived safely at the ocean but then I cut him off the rest of the weekend. He was in chastity and he had his list of chores to do and that was to be his gift to me, to be the best submissive husband he could be by giving me my freedom away from him. That allowed me to enjoy Thomas, just he and I, with no thoughts about how I could make the weekend special for my hubby. I wanted to make the weekend special for my lover, and I did.

Come Sunday night, when I arrived back home, James was in a most submissive frame of mind. He greeted me at the door on his knees and he kissed my shoes, telling me how much he missed me and how much he love me and adores me. He did all of his chores and even did a few nice things, such as having fresh flowers and some balloons awaiting me in my bedroom.

I teased him, lightly touching his body with the tip of my riding crop, as I gave him all of the details, both sexually and non-sexually, of what Thomas and I did over the weekend. Then I told him of my revelation Saturday night, how I had forever closed the door of perhaps one day returning to a normal married life, and how I only view him as my slave, my property and my cuckold. He will never enjoy any husbandly rights ever again

To drive this point home, I put away the crop and fumbled through my toy chest until I found my penis whip. This is a small little scourge with short strips of leather jetting forth from the wooden handle. I took the whip and in honor of our Anniversary, I inflicted 21 rather severe lashes to my hubby’s cock and balls. At around number 10 he began to beg me to stop and his body twisted and flinched from the pain, but I kept at it until I reached the magic number of 21. He was in great discomfort and his eyes welled up with water. Whether the tears were from the pain or from the realization of my revelation, I cannot say for sure.

I wasn’t certain what to do next. I thought of straddling his face and having him lick me to orgasm, but I felt that was a little too intimate given what we had just discussed. I fiddled more through my toy chest when I came across a face harness with the two-sided penis gag. The short side goes into hubby’s mouth and the long side is for the woman’s pleasure. I fastened the harness in place and then I climbed on top of hubby’ face, carefully guiding the silicon penis into my pussy and then I rode his face with great force as I grabbed the headboard for leverage. Hubby could smell me but he couldn’t taste me and the penis gag prevented him from uttering a word.

I rode him until my thighs began to hurt but I was very excited and didn’t want to stop until I climaxed. Therefore, I began to finger my clit while still riding the dildo, all the while hubby was gagging from the other side of the penis being slammed against his throat. I could tell from the way his body was twisting that he was in discomfort which further aroused me and took me to the edge. Finally, it happened, I climaxed all over his very red and well-smothered face.

I barely had enough energy left to untie him. I ordered him to clean up the toys and put them away. He asked if he could receive an Anniversary orgasm. I denied his request and ordered him to re-install the chastity device in front of me. Then I sent him off to bed but not before giving him a kiss and saying to him “Happy Anniversary!”

we did try penetration one other time besides the two orgasms I have had in the last 4 years using desensitizing cream with a condom and a cock & ball noose (an adjustable cock ring of sorts) to help keep me erect and it was a disaster. As the cream kicked in my erection began to deflate very quickly and I was not even really able to penetrate my Wife/Mistress/Keyholders very snug anatomy. I ended up more angry than anything and that was the only time we tried it. Her general feeling was that she did not really need penetration anymore anyway and that the hot grinding and making out and her vibrator more than satisfy her. I do know how much she used to like being taken hard and fast in our early days and how we would also grind until she climaxed and then would have me quickly enter her and thrust to my climax which would usually put her over the top again. I remind her of all of this and how me strapping on a dildo would still give her the control she craves while I would be pounding away feeling nothing but the anal plug attached to my strap on harness tormenting my prostate meanwhile suffering the indignity of being limp and leaking in my device. I also mentioned to her that I may end up climaxing from the anal stimulation which I thought she might might find sexy and hot in a very devious way….yet I get the usual, “I will have to think about it.” I also found hypersensitivity and PE are the downside of longterm denial (she was amused) and lockup so trying to add that in to give her penetration without my orgasm is useless in my opinion because the two times I have been in her in the last 4 years may total a minute and a half before I could not hold back. The least recent orgasm came in just over a minute…I was all set to settle in and allow myself to calm a bit and she started pawing at my nipples and raising her awesome feet and pretty painted toes to my face to kiss and suck and I lost all control to her delight even though I begged her to stop so I could try to make it last…I felt so weak and pathetic because I was unable to resist my primal urge to thrust and it was over…the last time over 2 years ago I barely got inside her and she started clenching on me and plucking my nipples again and with nary a thrust I felt my orgasmic trigger cock and I helplessly thrusted like 10 times because I feared I would only get a tingle and go limp and dribble. I can still see her closing her eyes and smiling and feeling her wrapping he legs around me as I groaned in humiliating resignation as I came.

I have no real solution to your problem except to say that whenever my wife wants penetration, we do so in the scissors position. She prefers it that way because I can concentrate on her top half while she can bring herself off while I’m inside her. She prefers me to keep still while she’s doing it therefore I feel only a little sensation. I’m sure if I were moving inside her I would find it much more difficult to control myself.

The other day I came across a file on my computer that showed it is now more than 10 years since I introduced my wife to chastity and orgasm denial. We started with a cb3K which neither she nor I liked much because of being so enclosed. We changed to metal devices, a Gerecke Twister 2 (which she chose), followed by two increasingly small MM JailBird’s. There is now no room at all for any erection and as many have said, that makes for great comfort. At the beginning my wife had me wear a large silicone dildo in a harness above my cage to provide her with penetrative sex. I remember getting a text from her saying to wear it when I got back from work, and await her arrival home! Probably monthly I was allowed inside and to ejaculate. As time has gone on she has dispensed with penetration and switched completely to oral pussy worship, which she loves. I haven’t been allowed inside her in the last two years and can honestly say I’ve forgotten what it feels like. She has no idea how long I’ve been denied (currently 6 weeks) and makes every effort to not bring me to orgasm but inevitably after months pass, some touch will set things off. She sometimes milks me with an Njoy pure wand, but it’s more successful – and provides more relief – if I do it myself. My orgasms have been replaced by intense feelings as she has her multiple orgasms: I finish up out of breath, tingling all over, my penis goes limp, and I’m sensitive as I used to be after coming. Everything apart from the ejaculation. My wife says that the most important part to her is the orgasm denial, but I’ve never been able to find out exactly why, she refuses to elaborate. So things have progressed slowly but surely over a decade to the point where my chastity is part of our relationship, unquestioned but always present. Who would have guessed 10 years ago that what I thought would make a fun variation to our sex life would have become such a permanent fixture.

I will also reach my tenth year of chastity lifestyle next September.
It seems as if it was yesterday that I ordered my CB 3000 and asked her to keep the keys.

Our dynamics also developed in a solar way to yours – I rarely come and I retrieve a lot of pleasure from orally pleasing her. She has also learned that she doesn’t need to worry about my pleasure as it derives directly from hers.

Your story is very similar to mine. We started 12 years ago and really did not “grow” in the lifestyle until just over 4 years ago. I spent the first 8 topping from the bottom incessantly. We had many stops ans starts because I would lose my temper about how things were (or were not) progressing. I did have fairly frequent orgasms as well…but the whole concept seemed to escape her. We had a huge argument about it all 4 years back and our entire sex life went on hiatus.  We had a talk to clear the air and she said she would like it if I would re-lock and give her back the keys as long as I promised not to unlock myself with the emergency key or ask her for the key back because I was unhappy about something sexually. I obliged and that was over 4 years and a mere 2 orgasms ago. We have had our bumps in the road in that time but I have kept to my word and now find myself locked in a new, very snug HolyTrainerV2S. It seems like a lifetime ago that I presented myself to her in the CB3K! …and so it goes. I DO miss being able to masturbate….especially in the Spring when all the skimpy, clingy clothing comes out or when I see a couple where the female is all dolled up and you just know her guy is likely to be buried balls deep inside her later that night. That said, like you those intimate moments on my back where I am holding my Wife/Mistress/Keyholder while she bucks and shudders through a wave of orgasms are priceless….I FEEL her climax run through my body like an electric charge…it never felt that way before chastity. Anyway, I can identify with you wholly and totally. Thank you for sharing your 10 year anniversary thoughts!

I recall one woman describing how difficult it was to convince her husband to let her lock him up, as they are not a kinky couple, but she just liked the idea of keeping him chaste and thus more attentive after stumbling across the device online. She ended up liking it so much that she said she intends to upgrade the device to something more secure and make this a permanent part of their relationship, despite his hesitations. She said the beginning was the hardest because he wasn’t used to having his relief delayed and wanted out of the device, but that she was glad she stood firm and got through that initial rough period.

I think masturbation has always been about the same for men, but that it’s practiced by significantly more women now than before. It would also seem that more and more women are discovering male chastity by way of other women’s testimonials on the positive effect it’s had on their relationship. All of this is occurring at a time where more and more women are assuming leadership roles at home and work and more and more men are are assuming subservient roles that had been traditionally held by women. It’s all a sign of a societal shift in power that is rapidly occurring. I for one have come to accept and even embrace this inevitable change, but I still need to learn how to assume the role properly.