As you start down the path of your power exchange relationship, he may want to submit to you in many ways and not just sexually. My husband want me to be a strong, strict Mistress/Wife and be the “Boss” of our marriage 24/4/365, and I am. He needs me to dominant him sexually and needs me to be in total control of his sex life. I am, totally. He needs tease and denial. I have learned to be very good at that and enjoy it. In regard to sex, I now regard his penis as being irrelevant to my sexual satisfaction. Cuckolding him really brings out his submissive side so I gladly do that because even though he is in chastity, I am not and I NEED intercourse to stay balanced.

By careful communication and much talking and listening and learning, I have become his loving Mistress.24/7 and he is becoming more and more submissive to me. We have not yet reached his submissive hard limit yet and I love being in charge. I like that he obeys me most of the time. He now says “Yes, Ma’am / No Ma’am” even in public situations. And I must admit to getting quite a bit of enjoyment in the power afforded me when I blister his bare bottom when I feel he needs it. Like you I do not like to be cruelly degrading or humiliating, but I am truthful about his small penis and that another man gives me the best sex everrr. But we also have “scenes” where I am a total Bitch Mistress and I greatly intensify bot the emotional and the physical domination. I will say things like: “Do you know that you are totally fcuking worthless in bed, a pathetic lover with a useless little cock? DO you know that? Answer me!!” And I will spank him for having a small cock or for being worthless in bed or for the fact that is a cuckold that lets other men fcuk his wife.

Your husband is new enough to this that he *thinks* he wants full-on D/s intensity 24/7. My FLR is 24/7 but most of the day is pretty routine. The difference is that I carry the most weight in making decisions, I give him tasks and punish them if he fails to carry them out when expected. I control the sex 24/7/365 in all ways. Other than the times he cutely says “Yes Ma’am” even in front of friends and others, there are few clues that I am his Mistress/Leader/Boss/Goddess. this lifestyle can be very rewarding when two people on the same page communicate, fulfill each others needs and desires in a way that both feel relatively comfortable with. Note I say “relatively comfortable”? Being real, like most wives who eventually get into things like sexually denying their husbands, I and felt very bad telling him “NO!” when he wanted sex. Was uncomfortable doing it. But now, I will tell him “NO! Now be quiet and go to sleep, we might talk about it tomorrow.” I enjoy being in charge sexually and like it that I can tell him no now. The first time I cuckolded him I must admit I did it without even thinking about my husband because the guy was a hottie. But we had discussed it and I knew my husband would be ok with it and into it once it happened. The fist time I got out a cane and blistered his behind I felt really bad that it left marks. But now I am proud of my “painting”! I make im go naked around the house for a day or two just to admire his bruised butt. If you saw his butt after the severe paddling he got the first time my husband touched me inappropriately without permission, you would probably have recoiled in horror, it looked raw and the bruises lasted for days. Now every spanking is real and severe because that is what gets through to his hard head. But it works for *us*. What works for us may or may not work for you and may take years to get to that point even if you want to go in that direction.

You should set rules and the consequences of violating them.

If bf is under discipline of chastity, he must not ejaculate without permission. He is not allowed to ask for permission if he’s under discipline or chastity with 2 exceptions, both during supervised masturbation sessions (the only time I tolerate masturbation).

1. If I tell him he may ask for permission.

2. A supervised masturbation session I’ve decreed to mark the end of his disciplinary or chastity period.

I always enforce the penalty, zero tolerance for ejaculation without permission while under discipline or chastity. Of course, during supervised masturbation, I rarely give him permission to ejaculate, so he gets a tawsing. Sometimes, I will “bargain” with him and get him to agree to things if I give him permission. If it’s a session to mark the end of a period of discipline or chastity and he ejaculates without permission, I don’t usually put him back in chastity, but he gets the tawsing no matter what.

He has to bring me the tawse, kneel, kiss it, present it to me and ask me to use it on him. Sometimes I make him ask sincerely, sometimes I make him beg.

Ejaculation without permission must not be tolerated. Discipline for breaking the rules must be sure, swift and severe. He’s going to learn to control himself or I’ll teach him how & until he learns to control himself, I’m going to control him.

Rules and guidelines for proper slave husband to proper oral servitude :

1.         Consider orally serving a woman a privilege and honour.

2.         Always be ready, eager and willing to serve her orally in any way and as much as she likes, at any time, anywhere and under any circumstances, no matter whether she just was at the gym for a workout or whether she is just having her periods or whether she just had sex, with you or any other man. You always owe her your full oral servitude at all times.  Consider it your basic duty as a ( gentle-)man to serve a lady like that.

3.         Consider Cunnilingus and Anilingus as the basic and natural form of having sex with a woman.

4.         Never expect anything in return, let alone demand any sexual favours in return.

5.         Absolutely never and under no circumstances ejaculate without her explicit permission. Do not masturbate or play with yourself while serving her orally, unless she wants you to.

6.         Whenever you think about losing control, beg her to help you, i.e. with some harsh testicle treatment ( slapping, kneading and/or stretching vigourously ) in order to immediately abort your urge to ejaculate and cool you down. It is YOUR duty to signal it to her early enough to avoid unpermitted ejaculation. There is no excuse for it, no matter how much she has been teasing you !

7.         Whenever allowed the privilege to ejaculate always instantly and automatically lick up every drop of your own slime, no matter where it has ended up. Should you have been granted the utmost privilege of being allowed to ejaculate inside her body ( vaginal or anal ), ensure that every trace of your male slime is again being instantly removed from her body by sucking and licking her vagina or anus with utmost respect, devotion and gratitude until she has been perfectly cleaned again from your mess. An excellent way for you to do so is to offer her your face to sit on, however always do it the way she likes it best.

8.         Always express utmost and humble respect when serving a woman orally, i.e. any form of oral service is always performed with you being fully naked, kneeling in front of her ready to serve, even if you are only required to tongue clean the soles of her shoes or kiss her anus ! You can only remain clothed or semi clothed if explicitly instructed by her to do so.

9.         Never touch her with your hands and always keep your hands firmly behind your back at all times while serving her orally, unless instructed by her to use your hands in any other way.

10.       Always follow her wishes and instructions promptly and eagerly no matter how much discomfort or humiliation it may cause you and never stop until she tells you to, pushes you away or simply gets off you.

11.       Always be prepared to eagerly drink and swallow any form of vaginal discharge, slime, sweat, juices, menstruation, semen (!) and of course her urine. Always lick her properly clean after she has climaxed and thank her for the privilege with a deep, passionate and memorable anal French kiss.

12.       Consider it a gentleman’s duty to offer her your mouth as ladies toilet at any time. Always assume the necessary position, which allows her maximum ease and comfort and enables you to swallow every drop, i.e. without causing any mess. Learn to swallow continuously and efficiently, allowing her to use your mouth freely without any restrictions or inhibitions. Always lick her clean after she has used you and thank her afterwards.

13.       Equally when tongue serving her anally, be prepared to tongue clean her anus AND rectum (!) properly from any sort of dirt, especially when she wishes to use your tongue instead of toilet paper. Always ask for permission to wash your mouth after tongue serving her anally, should you be required to perform further oral services for her or any other woman. Never perform Cunnilingus after you have performed Anilingus, without washing your mouth first ( -> could cause vaginal infections ). Otherwise of course be proud to taste her anal flavour in your mouth for as long as possible.

14.       The presence of other women does not change any of the above rules, i.e. when required to serve her you perform with equal eagerness and passion, strip fully naked and kneel in front of her, willingly enduring the humiliation it may cause you being exposed, paraded or shown off in front of other women.

15.       Accept the right of your lady to always offer your oral services as well to other women. Always obey her and serve any other lady given to with utmost respect and devotion in any way required, no matter whether you like her looks or not and accept the humiliation as a proof of your love for your lady and a proof of your respect and adoration for the female sex.

1. HAVE DINNER READY: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal – on time. This is a way of letting Her know that you have been thinking about Her, and are concerned about Her needs. Most Women are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

2. PREPARE YOURSELF: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when She arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. She has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. Her boring day may need a lift.

3. CLEAR AWAY CLUTTER. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your Wife arrives. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your Wife will feel She has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too.

4. MINIMIZE THE NOISE: At the time of Her arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, or vacuum. Greet Her with a warm smile and kiss, letting Her know you’re glad to see Her.

5. SOME DON’TS: Don’t greet Her with problems or complaints. Don’t complain if She’s late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what She might have gone through that day.

6. MAKE HER COMFORTABLE. Have Her lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest She lay down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for Her. Arrange Her pillow and offer to take off Her shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow Her to relax and unwind.

7. LISTEN TO HER: You may have a dozen things to tell Her, but the moment of Her arrival is not the time. Let Her talk first.

8. MAKE THE EVENING HERS: Never complain if She does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead try to understand Her world of strain and pressure and Her need to be home and relax.

9. THE GOAL: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your Wife can relax.

His Domme Owner has been satisfied with the slave man’s behavior. He is consistently humble. He obeys promptly and without unnecessary questions. Always his natural act is to do whatever pleases her best.

As a reward she permits him to kiss and lick her feet for a few minutes.

Looking at my pathetic, beaten husband — my toppled, defeated man — I became bitter. Contemptuous. I realized I had married half of a man. A weakling. Soon I learned that all men are that way — when handled correctly — but at that time my husband was the sole target of my contempt.

And I decided to rape him.

Quickly, I proceeded to our bedroom — opened my closet — and, stripping down to my panties, I strapped on the eleven-inch dildo. Then I went back out to the living room where my husband still lay on the floor, shaking, clutching at his groin, his sobs toned down to steady weeping.

I moved up behind him, and ordered him on his knees. At first he stalled, then I kicked him in the side, triggering a deep, gasping sound from his chest.

“Do as I fucking say, Justin.”

He moved jerkily to his knees, his head swaying visibly.

“Now undo your pants.”

His crying picked up again.

“Undo your FUCKING pants or I’ll slice your balls off with a paring knife then Fed-Ex them to your goddam parents.”

Justin undid his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.

“Now put your hands on the carpet.”

He obeyed. He was on his hands and knees. The huge artificial penis extending from my crotch like a swordfish’s spike, I moved up behind my husband, predatory, ready to ravage his tight little ass. I reached around him and gripped his balls; pinched them — he gasped, his voice feminine — and yanked down on them. Pushing the large, bulbous head of the dildo up between his legs, I began rubbing his balls roughly against it.

“You feel this, Justin? This is what real manhood feels like. Not a little cocktail wiener like yours, Justin; not like your little nibble-nuts. This is what a MAN feels like. You ever felt a man inside you? At work, Justin? Your boss, maybe? Ever let him take you?”

Justin wept a denial.

“Well then, I’m going to show you what a real man does. Maybe you can learn from this, Justin, so that one day maybe you can please me like a man.”

Then, releasing his little balls, I took my husband’s virginity in a ruthless fashion.

“Just pretend I’m one of your little buddies at work, Justin.” I speared the dildo between his cheeks, pounded it deep into his body.

“Just pretend this is one of their little peenie-weenies.”

By the time I was finished with him, by the time I thought I had proved my point to him, my husband’s voice was gone from him crying out so loud, at times screaming. I had broken several of my fingernails on the flesh of his buttocks. While I was screwing my husband’s hole I nailed him in the balls a few more times; at one point I grabbed his nuts and tried to crumple them up like croutons in my fist, making him recite the Lord’s Prayer while I did so. For several days he couldn’t walk without limping, for I had badly bruised his groin in various places with my elbow and my knees. His rectum was torn; bloodied.

And it took more than a week for the bruises to leave his face.

My husband, I determined, was the sort of man who required discipline from a woman.

Our relationship became, for a time, a prolonged struggle in which he attempted to re-assert himself as the dominant party — in response to which I inflicted further punishments upon him. I realized I had solidly acquired the position of dominance in the relationship and I had no intent of relinquishing it.

The punishment I chose for my husband took a variety of different forms: some mainly physical, some psychological. For example, about a month after I first raped Tim, I coincidentally ran into a man I had met a couple of times in college. The guy was still extremely handsome; I lusted after him in college — it turns out the feeling was mutual — but we had never gone out. Surprising myself, I asked him on a date.

“I thought you were married.”

“I am. I can still date other people, though.”

“Oh, you mean: your husband wanted to see other women, so you decided that it’d only be fair if you could–“

“No. My husband isn’t allowed to see other women. But I see other men.”

“Does he…”

“He knows about it, yes.”

“What does he say?”

“I haven’t asked his opinion.”

A couple of days later, I slept with this man, Mack, in my (and my husband’s) bed. I had arranged it so that Justin was lying in the narrow space under the bed while Mack and I made love on the mattress above him. So that he could feel the weight of our loving bodies against him.

Before he came, he decided to pull out of my mouth and have me ride his cock. My pussy already felt stretched; I was certain I’d be sore the next day. But feeling his shaft penetrate me so deeply, stretch me so wide, I lost my head in ecstasy, and began riding him in a thrashing, delirious way.

After he left that evening, I found my husband weeping under the bed. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out from under the bed, then made him suck Mack’s semen from my vagina. My labia, my mons, my clitoris — everything between my legs was drenched in his thick seed. I made my husband lick me clean. When he was done, I noticed that he had an erection — his cock was stiffer, fuller than I’d seen it in quite a while — so I told him his little weenie didn’t impress me, then slammed my foot against his balls. He collapsed onto the floor, holding his nuts like he was afraid they’d break off his body and escape. He wept for at least half an hour. I yelled at him to shut the fuck up, but he couldn’t control himself. Finally I had to smack him a few times.

After Mack left that evening I raped my husband again — perhaps more viciously than I had before. I made him stand above a mirror on the floor, bent over, while I sodomized him. I wanted him to see his own facial expressions — see his body shake and seize up — while I fucked him. Then I threw him to the floor, and lashed at his groin with a thick leather belt. When he tried to cover his genitals with his hands, I’d direct the belt against his face or chest.

I made him spend the night in the back yard — naked. The whole time he sat huddled, quivering, clutching himself for warmth at the side of the garage, where he thought it was least likely that anyone would see him.

Eventually my husband seemed to give up the idea of ever being equal with me in our relationship. Instead of whining about my treatment of him — the way I occasionally woke him up in the middle of the night by anally raping him, or by stuffing phallic objects (dildos, carrots, etc.) into his mouth, etc. — he began threatening to leave me. He was “threatening to run away,” like a child.

I had essentially two kinds of responses that juvenile tactic. The first was shutting him up — and hopefully deterring further idiotic outbursts — but psychically punishing him.

The second way was by creating a scenario for him of what would happen if he ever did indeed run away.

“Most likely, Justin, I’ll track you down, bring you back, and then I’ll castrate you. Clip off your balls like a couple of kumquats.”

I told him this while we both lay in bed — he with his hands tied to one of the bedposts behind him. I reached under the blanket and cupped his testicles in my hand.

“And I’ve given it some thought. I’ve decided that when — because I’m sure it’ll happen eventually, it’s just a matter of when you piss me off enough — when I castrate you, Justin, I’m going to get it on videotape. And I think I’ll send a copy to your parents. Don’t you think your mother would love to watch that? She never thought I was good enough for you.”

I squeezed my husband’s nuts firmly. He whimpered; his eyes were tearful.

I told Justin I’d make him watch the tape of him being castrated over and over while I sodomized him with huge strap-ons, phallic vegetables, etc. on our living room floor. I’d make him re-live he emasculation as a daily ritual.

And I told him I’d take him out to nude beaches to show everyone his modification. I’d guide my eunuch around and chat with strangers about how pleasant it was to have a sexually void husband to serve me, and to act as a toy for me and my genuinely male lovers. I’d let the strangers examine his scars, and tell them about how he wasn’t really a man to begin with.

I mentioned that I might like to castrate him in the desert somewhere — or on the grounds of some isolated state park. I’d let the blood of his wound seep into the ground. Later I’d take my lovers to that spot, for them to screw me where I had terminated my husband’s masculinity. The disembodied spirit of Justin’s maleness would remain at that spot; hover around us; take part in our sexual encounter.

I told Justin that perhaps I’d dry his testicles and hang them from leather cords above the doorway to our house as good luck charms. And, perhaps, with his crotch mostly empty, I’d make him decorate the space where his nuts once dangled with prettier ornaments: things like Christmas tree decorations, or beautiful crystals, or bunches of aromatic herbs.

Or maybe I’d videotape myself at the dinner table, eating his cooked testes with him sitting beside me, watching. Weeping. My poor husband — I’d even make him do the cooking. Then I’d reach over to him with the fork: “Open up, Justin. Your turn to take a bite. Open your mouth, eunuch: it’s your food.”

Maybe after castrating him I’d freeze the testicles, then, periodically, I’d remove them from the freezer and — with him tied firmly, totally unable to move — I’d throw them, over and over, at his cheeks, his nose, his eyes.

The purpose of the Kali’s Teeth security device is to remind the male that erections and orgasms are not permitted without consent of the Keyholder. It is a physical preventive device. Therefore, in the interest of orgasmic control training the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device should be worn for the amount of time abstinence is desired. It will be noted that unprinted intercourse will be impossible without serious injury to the penis.

Tested males have relayed a few of the effects of wearing the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device. Erections are possible. However, if the male persists in letting himself get erections, for whatever reason, the teeth will, indeed, leave marks. Once the bracelet is removed, these marks will form scabs which will shower off after 3 or 4 days, leaving no sign. If the male can keep his mind on proper thoughts, the scabs will not even appear.

As already mentioned, erections do happen. The intense pain of using the device, however, ensures that they will not last long, even in the most extreme of masochistic males. Intense mental training provided by the Keyholder over a period of time is desirable. This, and the Fear of pain, of course, can actually help a male stop his penis from becoming erect once it has started to. Stopping it in mid-stream, so to speak.

It’s all in the mind really. This is where the true value of the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device as a training device shows forth. Coupled with audio lessons in orgasmic control, techniques provided by the Keyholder and repeater tapes; real, lasting change can be achieved. The Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device is much more than a preventive, security device – it is a complete program in i orgasmic control when used properly.

The Keyholder may desire to remove the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device in order to allow the male to become aroused without discomfort. Periodic teasing to erection enhances the use of the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device. Care should be taken not to allow the male to orgasm during these teasing exercises unless the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device will be removed for at least 24 hours. These permitted orgasms should be few and far between to ensure the success of the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device program. After adequate teasing without orgasm, the male should be allowed a lengthy ‘cooling off period’ before the bracelet is locked back on. This allows the erection to subside. If the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device is put back on immediately after teasing, the male might be so aroused that he might be able to ejaculate before the penis becomes erect once more. Testing has shown that perhaps a half hour of inactivity or a cold shower would suffice. The male should be monitored closely during this ‘cooling off’ to make sure he does not ejaculate.

The male can do rigorous physical work while wearing the bracelet. In fact, after awhile, he will almost forget he has it on. That is, until he starts leering at an attractive Woman or engaging in some other such unauthorized male pursuit. Then the Goddess will bite… and hard!

 

I had him come to my house to clean the and do my laundry three time each week and then I started to get him come every night after he finished his work, he never got to sleep with me I made him sleep on a mattress on the floor of a small box room and be on call at all times if I needed anything.

After a few years like this I decided to him because of his wealth. He is not very good looking and is no good in the sex department, he has a little cock about 4 inches, but I told him that I would marry him if he became my full time servile slave, he agreed and we signed a contract that I would own everything and he would be my slave.

My husband’s living quarters are of course in the basement, there are two rooms in the basement one is large room directly under my TV and relax room and also under my gym the other is a small room off the large room that would have been the coal store it had a opening from the outside where the coal was delivered but this was now fully closed up, the room has no windows and is only about 8 ft x 10ft, he has a small radiator, an old steel frame bed that we found in the attic and a old wooden commode that serves as a seat and his toilet, the toilet bucket can be lifted out to empty, he has to empty his toilet bucket down a manhole in the yard, he is not allowed to use any of the toilets or bathrooms. He keeps himself clean by bringing down buckets of water from the laundry room and has to wash himself this way. I insist on this to ensure that he fully understands that he is a servant and he must live his life like a servant /slave. I have a call system one part he wears round his balls and the other I have hand held so when I require him I press the button and he gets a shock.

I keep this on a ring attached to my mobile phone.

He is on call day or night, and to keep him on his toes, if I happen to wake in the middle of the night I press the button a few times and he will come running, I allow him maximum of five minutes to be at my side, I sometimes in the night make him attend me as a toilet, this I know he get a thrill from me pissing in his mouth.

The rule is for every minute he is late over five minutes he gets ten lashes. If I am felling wicked I will sometime go to my bedroom and lock the door while he hard at work then I press the button and because he is unable to get in through the locked door and keep him waiting for maybe five more minutes before I open the door, this means I have the right to give him 50 lashed because he was not by my side, after I whip him I feel so horny I make him lick me until I come and come, even I have left his ass and back in lumps and marks he is still grovelling at my feet and thanking me.

His clothing and food are provided by me and he does the shopping for food and supplies, I have a special credit card that he is co signer and he buys all my food, drink etc and I check the receipt to make sure he has not added anything for himself and each Sunday I give him £14 cash and he must use this to buy himself food and hygiene supplies for the week, my food bill is around £150 each week as I like the best. I know only £2per day is not a lot for him but he knows in the supermarkets he can buy the food that is just going out of date or I have instructed him to ask for any out of date food and tell them it is for his dog !!! he buys the supermarkets own brands also he gets to eat my leftovers. We he is cooking for me he must also cook his meals at the same time but on different pans, he has one old pot to cook his food in and I make him boil his meat food together with any vegetables so everything looks and tastes the same then he in a large dog bowl, he serves me and waits till I have finished and have dismissed him to clean up and that I require nothing more before he eats, so all the time he is eating cold soggy tasteless food.

He has a small van to travel around in and again he charges the fuel to the special credit card, so that I can keep a check. I have a new Range Rover Sport that he must keep clean at all times, just for fun I tell him as a treat I order him to lick the leather seat I sit on, I think he really love doing this.