A FLR is unfair. There are many aspects of a FLR that lead me to this conclusion.  These include things such as the submissive husband does most of the chores (sometimes all), does not get the final say in any decision, has little control over the sexual aspects of the relationship and in many cases no control over his own orgasms. Additionally, he must always cater to the needs and whims of his wife and yield to her even when he feels he may be right.  There are many FLRs in which he earns the majority of the money in the household, yet he has no control over the money and may even be limited to a very small allowance.  If you are entering into a FLR, you are subscribing to the idea of unfairness.  You are buying into the idea that the female has ultimate authority and control over the male or submissive partner.

A FLR is a bit unfair towards the submissive.  What I have learned from your responses is that although there is unfairness, there are certain aspects that bring fairness, especially when you look at the overall benefits of the FLR.  If you were to take a few days of a FLR and break it up into small segments and look at just those segments individually, you would probably see a lot of unfairness.  For example your might see the husband taking orders from his wife, doing most of the chores, and pampering her.  You might see him wanting to do something but being told no by his wife.

As a male who is in an Female Led Marriage my sense is that an FLR is very fair. By taking on the role of head of household and allowing me to serve her as her husband-slave my wife is fulfilling many of my deepest desires. I hope that in my service to my wife I am giving her a gift as well. As I take on more and more of the household chores such as cooking, dishes, laundry, cleaning the house, etc she is more free to pursue her own interests, whether it is gardening, reading, going out with her girl friends, or just lounging at home. She has also grown so much in her confidence and authority (while I have lost quite a bit of my male edge as I submit to her in all things). In terms of our bedroom activity, she has become more dominant, allowing me only 3 orgasms so far this year, while she has had many many more– and this is the way we have come to think it should be. Her control over my orgasms makes me even more dedicated to her and increases my desire to serve and please her.

Is a Female Led Relationship Fair?  Yes, and as submissive male my self its for the best if mistress get her way in all things and her husband slave just does as he is told and waits on his mistress hand and foot with her needs only on his mind and how to be a better servant and housekeeper and how to massage his mistress’ feet better and her back and tried to be the best slave he can be with out ever topping from the bottom.

I’ll be honest and say that I am turned on sexually when I am treated unfairly. As time passes my wife becomes ever more strict with me, and unfairness is the glue that makes it work. We are at a point that I am kept naked; I am not allowed to speak or use the furniture in the house; I do all housework, all cooking, cleaning, serving, every day with no break; I am teased with no hope of release, and beaten if I accidentally release; sex is for her pleasure, never for mine; if I’m well-behaved and totally subservient I get five quick swats of the paddle in the morning and five in the evening, but I’m caned with greater severity if I need correction; I treat her like a queen and in turn I’m treated as a slave, with literally no rights that I can take for granted; the list goes on. All of this is terribly unfair, and I admit that, at times, it is hard to take. And I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I love my Mistress with all my heart. I worship her and the ground she walks on. Literally. In the everyday, non-D/S world I’m treated unfairly. But in the world of consensual 24/7 slavery, this is precisely how I as a slave should be treated, if my Mistress so chooses. My Mistress enjoys my subservience and my commitment to her comfort, and she has every right to treat me this way. It is a fair way to treat a slave.

I’ll add that, because I find unfairness erotic, my life as a slave is an endless tease. Something as mundane as serving Mistress a meal is erotic for the simple reason that I may or may not be allowed food. Then in turn, the eroticism is multiplied exponentially by the unfairness of my sexual denial. Mistress is satisfied sexually every day, usually by her slave — a slave who is denied release. That fact makes it all double up. Unfairness is part and parcel of this. Unfairness is a way of life.

On Saturday mornings when I hand (usually dictate after breakfast) a very, very long chore list that I know will take him all day while I am planning a day of total relaxation – usually exercise, tennis and/or luncheon with a girlfriend – the idea of “fair” is not paramount. I want to come back from my day and see visually that he has worked and is working hard for me. It is not about fair. I agree that it is about “need”. He literally hungers to serve me and make me happy. I of course cherish happiness. We entered this slowly but it works for both of us. He is a “free” person and if at anytime it does not (I don’t mean to sound harsh but it is true) – the door is open.
It’s simple. Semen retention (which she instituted) make’s me more submissive to her. She controls my ejaculation schedule and prohibits masturbation in her house. She’s also the primary and only income in the house earning in the six figures a year.

2. Are there things you do not enjoy, but you “put up with” as part of your obedience? If yes, why do you do it and is it worth it?

I don’t enjoy semen retention. I ejaculate once on the last day of the month. She’s multi orgasmic, so she generally has had 60+ orgasms by the time she give me verbal permission to ejaculate.

Why do I do it? We have a great relationship, She’s gorgeous, and she won’t be in relationship with a male that is not semen retaining. The whole submissive thing flows out of semen retention.

3. Are there things that you enjoy doing, which you think others (in a non-FLR) would not understand why you enjoy them or would think that you are being taken advantage of as a result of doing them?

I don’t think males that are free ejaculating would understand any of this, and would call me pussy whipped. Taken advantage of? If I want to be in this relationship I need to consent to this. There’s about 10 other guys lined up to replace me I’m sure. It is the greatest most frustrating sex I’ve ever had.

 

 

 

At 5:45 in the morning, Brad’s alarm went off. He had to get to work early and and complete his morning chores. His wife, Sara and he are on different schedules. For this reason, and others, they sleep in different bedrooms. She sleeps in the master bedroom. They also have separate bathrooms. Sara’s is the master bath and Brad’s is down the hall.

Work is stressful but no more so than a typical day. He usually works through lunch. He left the office a little after 5 pm to go home. When he got there, the house was empty. There was a note on the kitchen counter. “I went out with some friends. I’ll be home later tonight.“ It read.

He went to his bedroom and changed out of his work clothes and put on something more comfortable. He got something out of the freezer for dinner and put it in the microwave, quickly ate it and cleaned up the kitchen.

Sara is always in a good mood when she comes home to a clean and tidy house. Brad went around the house to do what he can to make the house look as good as he can. He’s not sure when she will be home or if she will bring guests so he works quickly. Before long his phone chimed, he had gotten a text message from Sara. “I’m on my way home, I should be there in about 10 minutes” it said.

He went upstairs to the master bath and started filling the bath tub. About ten minutes later he could hear the garage door opening. Sara had returned home. When she came in, Brad greeted her with a kiss.
“I hear the bath tub running so I am going upstairs.”

She then moved closer to Brad and laid her hand on his chest.
“I would like to have a glass of wine after my bath, would you bring one to me?” she said with a seductive tone. He smiled knowingly, kissed her and nodded. She went upstairs as he went to the kitchen to pour a glass of her favorite wine. He took the glass up to her master bedroom.

He took a quick shower and changed into a clean t-shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs. He went back to the master bedroom but the door was closed. He lightly knocked on the door.

“Come in” she said.
He opened the door and found Sara sitting in the chair, wearing a silk robe sipping her wine and reading her magazine. When he walked into the room she put the magazine down and lit a scented candle. He walked over to her and took her hand as she got up from the chair. She turned the lamp off. The scented candle gave the room the faintest amount of light.

They walked across the room and stood next to the bed and started kissing. Brad removed Sara’s robe and let if fall to the floor. She was naked and her beautiful body glowed in the candlelight.
Sara put her hands under Brad’s t-shirt to feel the skin of his stomach and chest. He took the t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor.

Sara got onto the bed face down. Brad got onto the bed and knelt next to her. He lightly caressed and kissed her from her neck all the way down to her left leg to her ankle then over to the right ankle and worked his way back up again. She turned over and he lightly caressed her body from her breasts to her thighs and back up. Gently, he started licking and sucking on her nipples as he slowly moved his hand in-between her legs. She made soft sounds of pleasure that let him know she was enjoying his touch. She put her hands on the sides of his head and gently pushed.

He positioned himself over her and lightly licked her stomach. He circled her navel with his tongue and worked his way down. She kept her pubic hair short and neatly trimmed. Gently, he licked her pussy with long wide strokes. He started slowly and she began to make soft noises that let him know he was doing it right. As he moved his tongue faster her breathing got faster and shallower. He kept a steady rhythm until she was just about to go over the edge and he backed off a little. Her breathing started to slow down and the he started back up again. He gently placed one hand on her stomach. With the other hand facing upward, he inserted his middle finger into her pussy. He curled up his finger and started to rub her g-spot with the same rhythm with which he was licking her. She started to make little whimpering noises that got faster and louder as she built up to an orgasm. Finally, she let out a loud moan of pleasure. He could feel the muscular contractions in her pussy as she had a powerful orgasm. She collapsed as she gave a huge sigh of relief. As she laid in her post orgasmic glow, he moved up to lie next to her. She leaned over and kissed him softly.

“That was pretty good. Keep up the good work.” She said.
After a few more minutes she spoke again. “Well, I’m going to finish my wine and read little before bed.”
Brad got up, got her robe, walked around to her side of the bed and held it out for her. She got up out of bed and put the robe on. She gently put her hand around his neck and pulled herself to him. Looking into his eyes with a devilish smile she took her other hand and gently rubbed his hard cock that was barely restrained by his tight underwear.
“Poor thing, nothing for you tonight” she said with a sarcastic pity in her voice. “Keep up the good work and maybe we’ll have some fun this weekend.”
She kissed him goodnight and he went to his bedroom to try to get some sleep.

It takes a lot for Brad to resist the urge to relieve himself by taking matters into his own hands. Sara has set some rules and he has agreed to abide by them. Sara has absolute control of when, where and how Brad has an orgasm. She can tell when he has relieved himself by the way his attitude and demeanor changes. She can tell, like nobody else, when he is lying or holding something back. Besides, he has no desire to cheat. Over time he has learned to love the feeling of prolonged arousal. The build up and anticipation makes everything more exciting for him. Orgasms, when he gets them, are very intense and satisfying. She knows exactly what drives him crazy and she loves to tease him. She also knows that she holds a lot of power over him and she uses that to her advantage.

A few days later Brad was at work when he got a text message from Sara.
“Come home for lunch, I need some attention.” It said.
The office is not far from their home. It only takes about 10 minutes for Brad to get home. He drove into the garage, shut the door, went inside the house and went upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was closed. He lightly knocked on the door.

“Come in” he heard her say.
She was sitting in the chair with her ankles crossed and resting on the ottoman. The blinds were shut and there were a few candles burning giving the room a familiar soft glow. She was wearing purple satin spaghetti strap camisole. She stood up and walked over to him.

“Thank you, for coming home to see me” she said as she loosened and removed his tie. “You’re overdressed.”
She stood with her hands on her hips and watched as Brad stripped down to his underwear.
“You’re still overdressed” she said.
Brad took off his underwear and stood there looking at the floor. His body trembled from a mixture of nerves and arousal. He anxiously waited for Sara.

She walked behind him and gently took his arms and moved them so his forearms were together behind his back. She took the tie and wrapped it several times around his forearms and tied it in a knot. She walked around to face him, put her hand behind his neck and pulled him closer to her and kissed him deeply. She ended the kiss abruptly and walked over to the bed. She motioned for him to join her. “Lie down in the middle” she said.

Brad climbed onto the bed and shuffled his way to the center. He lay down on his back and rested his head on a large pillow. He adjusted a few times to get comfortable with his hands bound behind him.
Sara got onto the bed then got on top of Brad and sat across his thighs. His cock was hard and begging for attention. Sara took off the camisole she was wearing and tossed onto the floor. She sat there for a few seconds looking at Brad and letting him gaze at her naked body in the soft light. She then leaned forward and put her hands next to Brad’s shoulders. She shifted her weight onto her hands and slid her knees forward so she could straddle his chest. As she slid along his body, her pussy rubbed against his cock. Brad let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Sara’s wicked smile showed how much she enjoyed teasing Brad like that.

She then held the top of the headboard and lifted herself up on her knees. She moved forward so that she was directly over Brad’s face. Slowly, she lowered herself. Brad began to use his tongue on her. In this position, she was able to better control the pressure and the area of where his tongue went. It started out slowly but built up quickly. Her breathing got faster and each moan of pleasure got a little louder. As she got closer to climax, the motions of her body got faster. He did his best to keep up and not break the rhythm. After a few minutes of build up she had an intense orgasm. She lifted her self up slightly and caught her breath.

Without saying anything she lowered herself on to his mouth again. Sara wanted more and Brad was happy to oblige although he had little choice. This time it took a little longer. As things started to intensify she rose up for a second then came back down. She continued doing that until she had another orgasm. Her legs were trembling as she backed up and sat on his hips. She sat right on his hard cock pressing it flat against his abdomen. She looked at him with a familiar devilish smile and started to gently grind on his hard cock.

“It’s too bad we don’t have time for anything else” she said. “You need to get back to work.”
Sara knows how to drive Brad insane. He knew he wouldn’t be getting his during this afternoon quickie. Sara usually gets a lot more out of him before she lets him cum. He knows that if he is going to have any chance, he needs to be on his best behavior for the rest of the week.
Brad got out of the bed. Sara untied his arms and gave him a light slap on his naked ass. He gathered up his clothes and went down the hall to take a quick, cold shower before going back to work.

Finally, Saturday arrives. Brad woke up just as early to go to the gym. There were a lot of things to get done around the house. He puts in a full workout as prescribed by Michelle. He didn’t shower since he will be doing a lot of yard work when he got home. When he got to his locker he had a text message on his phone from Sara. “Dinner and movie tonight. Dinner at 7, movie at 9” it read.
“I’ll be ready” he responded. Brad looked forward to date nights. Date nights often ended with them having sex and Brad getting his long awaited orgasm but with Sara he never knew for sure.

He went straight home and got right to work. He mowed and edged the lawn and pulled weeds. In the garage there were several trays of annual flowers that Sara must have recently purchased. Brad planted some of them in the garden beds in front of the house. He went around to the back of the house to plant the rest of them. Sara was lying on a lounge chair on the deck wearing a thong bikini. He looked over to her and she motioned for him to come to her. He walked over to her and asked if there was anything she needed.

“Will you please put this lotion on me?” she asked. She turned on to her stomach and Brad applied a liberal amount of lotion to her body from her neck all the way down to her feet. The coconut scented lotion reminded Brad of their honeymoon in Jamaica.

She looked at him with a smile and said “I could use some ice tea, it’s hot out here.”
Right away he went inside to make a pitcher of iced tea. He poured her a glass and took it too her.
“How much longer?” she asked him.
“About an hour” he responded.
“Good, I have and errand for you to run” she said.

By the time Brad finished with the rest of the yard work, Sara had gone inside. He went inside and found her in the kitchen waiting for him.
“Go to the dry cleaners, please, and pick up my dry cleaning.” she said while handing him a dry cleaning ticket.
He took the ticket and as he turned to go to the garage, Sara gave him a playful yet firm swat on his ass.
“Don’t take too long, you still need to get ready for our date, you didn’t forget did you?” She said rhetorically.

Brad got in the car and drove to the dry cleaners to pick up the dry cleaning. When he got home Sara was in the master bathroom getting ready. He hung the dry cleaning in the walk-in closet and went down the hall to his bathroom to take a shower.
When he was done showering he went into his bedroom. His attire for the evening was laid out for him. She put out his dark grey suit with a dark blue shirt and a tie. She even put out a new pair of black boxer briefs.

Brad got dressed and went downstairs where he found Sara waiting for him. She was wearing the dress he picked up at the dry cleaners. It was a black spaghetti strap mid-thigh length cocktail dress that accentuated her cleavage and clung tightly to her torso and hips. She was wearing tall high heels with straps that wrapped around and came half way up her calves.

“You look beautiful tonight” he said to her.
Sara reached over and straightened Brad’s tie. “Thank you darling, you look good in that suit, do you like what I picked out for you?”
“Yes I do, thank you” he said sincerely.

They went to one of their favorite restaurants downtown. They had a quiet romantic meal and shared a bottle of wine.

In the car, on the way to the movie theater, Sara reached over and put her hand on Brad’s thigh. She slowly moved it down toward his crotch. She started rubbing his now hard cock through his clothes.
She leaned over and whispered to him. “Let’s skip the movie and go home”.
Brad drove right past the theater and went straight home.

When they got in the door, Sara grabbed Brad’s tie and lead him upstairs to the master bedroom. She had him stand in front of the ottoman and she sat in the chair and turned on the lamp.
“Have you been working out and sticking to your diet plan?” She asked.
“Yes, I have” he replied.
“It’s been a couple of weeks, let see if we can see some results.” she said.
Brad striped down to his underwear which did little to conceal his arousal.

“I like the way those look on you” she said referring to the boxer briefs she laid out for him earlier. “Turn around, let me see how they look from behind”.
He turned around as she asked and patiently waited for her.
“Mmm, very sexy, now take those off” she said seductively.
Brad took off his underwear and stood in a fully aroused state with his back to Sara. She got up from her chair and slowly walked around looking him over. She sees his naked body all the time but this ritual she puts him through is all part of her wonderfully devilish game. The scent of her Sara’s perfume drives Brad wild. She walked behind him and put her hands on his shoulders and slowly moved them down his arms. She then moved her hands to his ass and gave a gentle squeeze then gently ran her long fingernails up his back. She then reached under his arms and around to his chest and caressed his chest and stomach.

Sara then lit a candle that was on the side table next to the chair and turned off the lamp. She then undid the straps on her shoes then took them off. She walked over to Brad, turned around and lifted her hair. Brad unzipped her dress and lowered the straps on her shoulders as she wriggled out of it and let it fall to the floor. She was now only wearing a white lace g-string. She turned and kissed Brad deeply and they went over to the bed.

They lay on the bed and continued to kiss and caress each other. Sara stopped and had Brad lie on his back. She lay on her side next to him supporting her head with her arm. She started to lightly run the fingernails of her free hand up and down his chest and abdomen with the lightest touch. She ran her nails around one nipple then the other in a figure-eight then slowly down the center until she reached his pubic hair then back up. After doing that a few times she moved her hand lower and began to use her gentle touch on his balls. Brad let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“What is the rule?” she asked him.
“I’m not allowed to cum unless you say I can” Brad said nervously.
“Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes”
“Yes, what”
“Yes, I’ve been good, I have obeyed the rule.”
Sara grabbed Brad’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Are you telling me the truth?”
“Yes, I promise, I’ve been good”
“Would you like to cum tonight?” she asked mockingly.
“Oh god yes, please, please let me cum tonight” he begged.

Sara took her finger and swirled it around in the tiny pool of pre-cum that had collected on Brad’s stomach.
“You like that don’t you” she said in a soft voice.

She got up and positioned herself between Brad’s legs. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock behind his balls. With a rhythmic pace, she gave a gentle squeeze. She then leaned in and, with a wide flat stroke, slowly ran her finger from the top of his balls to the tip of his cock. She repeated that a few more times.

“Oh yeah, that’s it’ Brad said as he started to move his hips. His breathing got faster and deeper and his moans got louder. Then Sara suddenly stopped everything.
Brad let out a moan of both pleasure and frustration and continued to thrust his hips in a vain effort to get off.

“Not yet” Sara said in teasing voice.

I have been dominant (though not a dominatrix) all my life. BB came from the bdsm/porn route, and was used to thinking of himself as submissive and having bdsm play (and play is the operative word, there was nothing real about it) in his relationships, although he now admits he was actually the one in charge in these relationships. The first time he approached me and spoke to me about the things he liked, I told him I would have to come first, and these things would follow.

Our relationship has evolved over the years from solely harsh treatment from me, to a loving relationship combined with even more harsh punishment and a high level of service. I am very demanding, and expect a high level of service in my everyday life. I am very strict, both in everyday life and in what you call the Mistress side. So, for both of us it has evolved, but from fairly opposing starting points! We both regard the way we live as lifestyle, and not something ‘tacked onto’ our ordinary lives

I asked your question to BB, and his reply was ‘If it’s truly female led, [owned submissives] shouldn’t have a say.x’ I view things as quite black and white so to me, yes, ‘female led’ and ‘she makes the rules’ should mean exactly what they say.
 

 

I got a piercing and stretched it out and ordered a Lori #5 chastity tube which came in about three months later. My wife decided we needed to do a two week stress test to figure out if all was well and luckily the device fit perfectly and caused no irritation. This is where things got scary.

At first she told me she would unlock me every other sunday. So come the first sunday unlock day she told me she wanted to keep me without orgasm for 120 days (a number an online friend recommended her) if i am good or until next year if she sees it fit. She is dead serious about this and will not unlock me not matter how much i beg. Last week she told me if i bring it up one more time she will add an astronomical amount of time.

Does anyone know if it is possible to remove a Lori without the key?? I am completely desperate right now. I have been locked now for 7 weeks and I am dying for release. I cannot imagine going for another two months or longer. We only have one key and she keeps it in her safe deposit box at the bank. Please help me. There must be a way to remove the screw. Has anyone ever successfully removed the lock on a lori?

And he DOES beg to come, still. I’m not sure why since he KNOWS it’s just not going to happen. I expect it’s a combination of his being thrilled at being denied explicitly over and over again, and the fact he simply can’t help himself when he’s in that state.

Let me get this straight, you agreed to chastity and getting a secure device and now you’re trying to go behind her back sneak out of the device because you don’t like the lock up period she’s set for you? How is any of that fair to her? This is supposed to be about what she wants, not about what you want. Why can’t you just shut up and keep her happy? Maybe then she’ll start giving you more releases.

If anyone sanctions the notion that men should be let out whenever they’re tired of chastity then we’re essentially advocating the idea that male chastity is merely a kinky game for men to enjoy.

well my Mistress is a bit strict but i’m always allow to talk to Her and sometime She says yes and other time She says no. and I have stopped pouting now after She says no.

I would argue that by agreeing to chastity, he automatically agrees to her deciding his release schedule. That’s what submission is about. Sounds to me like he’s just looking for a way to cheat and that’s unacceptable. If he wants out, then he should tell her knowing that it means that it might cause strain in their relationship. Why not just give her what she wants and make her happy?

If he is released everytime he wants instead of when she wants then what’s the point of handing her control and trusting she knows best? That doesn’t mean he won’t genuinely want out at times (we all do), but that’s the whole point, she decides regardless. That’s why it’s important for women not to give in to stuff like this. I think he’s just having trouble letting go of control and needs to at least try to learn to accept the change. Women know best about these things.

I just get a firm ‘no’ or a ‘ you aren’t allowed’ if I ask for release from my device or for an orgasm.

One time I had been released and was busy licking her when I got it into my head to try and make love. My head had got as far as her chin when she suddenly said ‘what do you think you are doing, get back down there and finish what you started!’ When I told her that I wanted to make love to her I was told that I wasn’t allowed. I just got shoved so my head was back between her legs. Damn, I’m getting an attempted erection just remembering it!

We have been playing with chastity for about four years now gradually getting more and more serious to the point where I only had two orgasms last year

Well this year my wife has become so strict. I could always beg enough to get out but that is over she now won’t budge I have not bet let out for months now apart from the supervised 2 min unlock was and back on once a week and on top of that it now turns her so much …she was never sure how the dominant role would suit her now she has such powerful orgasms
She now only wants to let me out for the day on my birthday. …..Half of me loves it the other half is a bit scared
I have not had an orgasm this year yet
It is the sudden loss of control or at least the option of getting unlocked when I think I need it that both turns me on and is a worry
A fantasy come true and we both love it …I think

My wife has had a boyfriend for the last year who takes care of most of her needs. I am the primary financial provider but she seems to enjoy my suffering by imposing an almost semi permanent denial. In the end I want to make her happy. She does reward me occasionally but it is rare.

I have a variation of the “beg for a pegging” ritual that I use
on David from time to time.

At the start of the month, which is when I often change his
rules for the coming month, I make it a rule that the only way
he will get any sexual relief in the current month is to beg for
a pegging.

He has to approach me when I am eating my breakfast in the
morning by crawling under the table and kissing my feet. There
he can ask politely something along the lines of…

“Please, I beg you, will you peg me today Mistress.”

Then, I will respond with something like. “I’ll think about it,
now go away and do some work, and no wanking today or you’ll get
no sex at all and a good thrashing besides.”

It doesn’t do, I think to allow him to control when he gets
pleasure. So later in the evening, if I am in the mood for using
my strap-on I may well peg him with that. But if I don’t feel in
the mood for that that I’ll peg him in a different way, by using
clothes pegs on his genitals and he will get no spurting that
day.

In any case, even if I do decide to use my strap on, an orgasm
(spurt) is by no means guaranteed for him. That will depend on
what behaviour or mis-behaviour my questioning of him reveals
while I am fucking him from behind.

If he has been very good, then while I’m pegging him with the
strap on, I’ll let him use the tip of one finger of his right
hand to stimulate his own “big clitoris” at the same time like a
‘girlie’. He is permitted to do that until he spurts or I stop,
whichever comes first. If I stop before he spurts, I might
remind him that many women don’t orgasm in love making, so he is
in good company.

The fact that I might stop at any moment is an incentive for him
to not languish or attempt to prolonging any pleasure he might
feel from playing with his clit, but instead to try to ‘cum’ as
soon as he can.

If he manages to spurt before I’ve finished shafting him, he has
to catch all the mess in the palm of his right hand, which means
the stimulation stops at the very moment he starts to spurt. In
this way the only stimulation he receives while spurting is my
thrusting into his rear.

He tells me that this whole process makes him feel very
submissive. And of course that is just the way he should feel
when allowed to spurt.

If any of his mess lands anywhere but his hand, then a good
thrashing follows straight away, and there is nothing worse for
my subby hubby than a thrashing after a spurt.

Of course he has to lick his hand clean and eat all his mess,
which is something that many subs like David also hate doing,
because after a spurt they tend to feel less like submitting.

 

It’s been a while since I have been here, so I probably won’t know many of you now. Anyway, the reason for my leaving had more to do with my wife and I working though some tough choices and changes in our relationship then anything going on here. I was in and out of chastity for a number of years and would go long stretches without being permitted an orgasm, but it still felt like a game to us more then a lifestyle choice. This past fall was a really hard time for my wife for some reason, and it really exposed a lot of the flaws in our D/s lifestyle. Our D/s relationship started to Crack and crumble and was making both of us sad and upset.

On Jan 2nd we had an old school romantic night of sex like we had before choosing our new lifestyle. The next day while we both agreed it was wonderful, we also felt like it was in some ways a betrayal of the lifestyle we had chosen and to be honest the lifestyle that had saved our marriage and made us happier then we ever were. Over the next month or so we came to the realization that my behavior during that month had been horrendous. My wife told me she hoped I enjoyed my orgasm on 1/2 because it was going to be my last at least a for a very long time, maybe ever. To enforce this she demanded I be caged in my Watchful Mistress cage that has the security screw, and told me to order the punishment pins they offer. She said she not only didn’t want me to have an orgasm or get hard anymore, but wanted it to hurt when I did try to get hard. Hoping I would eventually learn sexual pleasure for me was over. That was almost 3 months ago. I am still climbing the walls but committed to her happiness. She has never ever been happier nor more satisfied then she is now. Hopefully things will keep just getting better.

I have only had 2 orgasms in that 4 year span anyway and I have not had an orgasm in over 2 years if my memory serves me correctly. I occasionally send a steamy message to my Wife/Mistress/Keyholder to inform her just how long my denial is becoming. I know it shouldn’t, but it makes me very aroused (to the point I leak) to discuss or write about my denial of orgasms in days, weeks, months and now YEARS. Generally it amuses her and she won’t hesitate to respond with something along the lines of, “Very nice. I hope you are happy in your predicament; I am glad you can count. You wanted this, you came up with this and I am perfectly happy for things to remain the way they are and progress as they are. This works nicely for me and I am quite satisfied emotionally and physically.”

It used to be days, and now it’s months and years. My PIV time is usually between zero and 10 seconds every year, with the longest time between PIV at 17 months. I figured out the other day it would take me 30 years to equal what my wife gets in 5 minutes from one of her friends. I’ve been pussy-free on anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine’s Day, and all other major holidays since before 2008, and haven’t seen her nude since August of 2011.

 

The bound and gagged blond male has been a houseboy slave for six months. He focuses on service. All chores are done promptly and satisfactorily.

The Mistress Owners selected him for several reasons. His small penis an attribute they sought. Physical sexual inadequacy makes men more servile.

Also, the women are disgusted by male genitalia. At first he was locked in a chastity device. A small apron concealed his genitals.

They do not choose to have the offending organs excised. They relish inflicting phallic and scrotal torment. The have custom-built clamps with serrated edges. First they bruise and scrape surface of the skin. After that they apply Icy Hot, Wintergreen oil or capsaicin ointment.

They sit and watch his torment. He desperately tries to break free of the shackles. His screams are muffled by the gag. Every moment is terrible agony. He is so shaken that he can barely crawl to his cage.

Recently they decided, the male must stop having erections. He must stay limp without the chastity device.

They are training him to fear erections.

One Mistress Owner caresses him. Even kisses his body. When his penis hardens, the other Domme pounds him with a paddle. A game that can last for hours.

Having so much cruel fun, they are not angry that conditioning has yet to take effect. His anguish is their delight.

Beatings finished, they cover the red, aggrieved areas of his body with capsaicin cream. Again, they sit and enjoy his tears and moans.

His suffering arouses his Mistresses. When his pain abates, he watches as the two women make love.

In the morning, the houseboy will perform his tasks. Fulfill his Mistress Owners’ commands.

He grows anxious in late afternoon. He never knows how his evening will end. Mistress Owners may go to a party. Sometimes they are not in the mood to play with him. That is rare.

Only when ordered to the bondage chair, does know he will suffer. Sometimes until dawn.

His wife had always been the boss. She took control of him on their first date. The first years of their marriage were superficially conventional. Unlike most husbands, he washed the dishes and clothes.

He was happy to please his wife. And afraid of angering her. Twice she beat him up badly when annoyed.

She was a writer. She wrote Femdom novels and stories. One novel became an underground bestseller. Now she the money to make her life perfect.

She told her husband quit his job. Two weeks later, they moved to an island. One of the secret Femdomnomic islands.

Here dominant women practice the Femdom lifestyle openly. Men live as slaves. Males have no civil rights. Men may not be murdered. Otherwise, there are no rules governing their treatment.

For deeply submissive men, natural slaves, life here is a wonderful and glorious transformation. These men are few.

Most men are terrified. They are trapped. Escape is impossible. Husbands become chattel.

Inside their new home, the wife wasted no time. She knocked her husband to the floor. When ordered to strip, he hesitated. She kicked him. He begged for mercy. After one last, brutal kick, he undressed.

He was trembling and fearful. His wife smiled. Her pleasure at his discomfiture was terrifying.

She seemed more powerful, even omnipotent. And ruthless. Instinct kept his mouth shut. A question might earn more pain.

When she ordered him to kneel, he instantly dropped to his knees. He bowed his head.

She called him slave. That would be his new name. He should forget the name he was born with.

She told him no one here would pity him. All men are slaves of women.

Disobedience, laziness, tardiness, incompetence would all be punished. Mercy was not for the likes of him. He was just another worthless male.

The basement was a dungeon. She would play games with him. And invite other women to play as well.

She took him to a little room. It had a shower, small bed, and chest of drawers. She ordered him to take a shower.

The shower had no temperature knobs. The water was cold. Never again would he enjoy a hot shower or bath.

He dried himself. Without being told, knelt before his wife. He could sense her looking down at him. Smiling, happy with his servility.

Ordered to stand, he obeyed. Mistress Wife handed him a dress. A maid’s outfit. His primary role in life would now be that of a maidservant.

She laughed. How happy she felt. Her pathetic husband was mortified. Far more shame and humiliation would follow.

The next day she told him to put on stockings and heels. Then an ugly, garish wig.

She locked sissy in a chastity device. Masturbation had been his consolation. Never again would he enjoy an orgasm. She would milk him. Making lick up his ejaculate would be hilarious.

She collared sissy slave the next morning. With a leash he was led outdoors. He saw other men being led by women. The Dommes smiled to see the new member of their community and her male.

He burned with shame. The women openly laughed at him. He felt even the women who ignored him were secretly mocking him.

Mistress Wife entered a grocery store with sissy husband in tow. His shame only deepened. She felt nothing but fulfillment. This had been her plan before she even met the man she would marry.

Belief in female superiority convinced her that female supremacy was the world’s only hope.

Men must worship women. Males must see females as a higher form of life. Humility would replace arrogance. Kneeling in obedience, men would surrender power to women.

She had used men as slaves. Mostly for sex. She discovered the delight of hurting men. Her collection of whips steadily grew.

She had considered finding a man or men to permanently enslave. These feelings were too vague to act on.

An agnostic, she often laughed at foolish religious beliefs. They might as well worship her instead of their imaginary friends.

Worship her. She pictured men bowing, softly singing hymns praising her. She was their Goddess.

Imaginary worship made her tingle. She would make it true. Her home would be a church.

The process has been slow. She only accepts the adoration of worthy men. A few good men devote their lives to her.

She enforces strict protocol. Following the rules and rituals are proof of sincere devotion.

When entering a woman, an empty-handed man must drop to his knees and crawl. Placing his forehead on the floor, he awaits acknowledgment. On leaving he crawls backward.

When permitted to do a chore, the male thanks her for using him.

Aside from a chastity device and slave collar, the men remain naked.

Each shaves his body daily. Some must shave twice daily.

The openly pray to her. They share her urine as a treasure.

The most blessed spend time in her dungeon. Each man wants to suffer for her pleasure.

Her worship is growing. Soon she will move to a small estate with a large house.

Many men who know of her, send money. Some send large donations.

Women inspired by her example have turned their homes into places of worship. Their congregations may consist only of a husband or a few boyfriends.

The religion of Woman Worship continues to spread.