My name is Alan

I fell in love and married Julie, my beautiful wife who is now 31, and who is beautiful and charming in every way. She has a very sexy body, great legs and long reddish-brown hair. Our sex life has always been good as Julie is very passionate. After a year of marriage, I rekindled my intense fascination in chastity belts. The idea of being locked up sexually was always very exciting to me. For it to work, my penis is inserted into a hollow steel tube that bends downward. The tube then locks to the cuff ring around the base of my genitals. It gives me a comfortable but very secure fit for long term wear. Once locked in, it is impossible for me to escape from it or have an erection or orgasm. Julie would always laugh whenever she saw me wear it around the house, and say I look sexy in it.

I love my wife very much and it was important for me to have her hold the key. Wearing a chastity belt is much more fun when your lover has total control of your chastity. After some begging on my part, she finally agreed. After being locked up for a couple of days, Julie could see how horny I would become. She liked the change as to my willingness to please her and “earn” my orgasms. I enjoy the “frustration” of being kept chase, and then being allowed to cum after great anticipation.

I also enjoy being teased by Julie. She is great at doing a strip tease and wiggling her sexy ass in front of me, which drives me absolutely wild! Many times, she would keep me locked up for several days, which would cause me to go crazy with lust. Julie did, an a couple of occasions, offer to end the fantasy, but I always begged her to continue, as I love being at her mercy sexually. I know it sounds strange, but I feel “naked” without my chastity belt and I much prefer to wear it!

After about six months of chastity play, my wife started meeting other women who had chastity belted husbands of their own. Julie was amazed at how many man like chastity control! She enjoyed hearing how the other women keep their husbands in line sexually, and how much pleasure the couples would receive (and freedom for the wives) when the husbands are kept chaste. Without going into detail, there were reportedly some very kinky things going on! Now I know that this isn’t a lifestyle for everybody, it is defiantly the lifestyle for me, and I want to do it with Julie as the gatekeeper of my penis! Julie gave me one last time to call it off, but I begged her to be my Mistress and to never stop the fantasy. I also reminded her that there was no way I could ever cheat on her being lock up!

I shivered with excitement as she locked me up. After everything was locked, she grabbed the tip of my penis and said “this belongs to me now!” When Julie came home the next day, she presented me with a strap-on dildo. It was 8″ inches long and was much longer and plumber than my 5″ penis when fully erect. After I removed my clothes, she snapped it on over my chastity belt. The snap-on dildo endowed me with a very impressive artificial hard-on. Once she undressed, Julie told me to make love to her. After I climbed on top of her, Julie moaned as I lowered my artificial cock into her hot slit. She moaned louder as she took in all 8″ of it. It was just like real lovemaking, except my real penis was safely locked away in the bent tube. I had no trouble bring my kinky wife to orgasm. I made love to her several more times with my artificial penis. It would drive me wild making love to Julie while my own penis remaining chaste. I cannot begin to describe the kinky tension having to screw my beautiful wife with a fake cock. Julie, in turn, said it felt better inside her than my real cock!

After 2 weeks of celibacy, Julie had me strip and sit in a chair. My hands and feet were restrained, then she unlocked me. My penis went to an immediate erection. I tried to reach and touch myself but the writ restraints prevented it. Julie smiled and said that I won’t be allowed to touch it because my cock belongs to her. She teased me by gently pulling on my nipples and then running her tongue around them. She then got on her knees and wiggled her breasts above my crotch but was careful not to touch my penis. Julie seemed to take real pleasure in teasing me out of my mind! She then sucked on my toes and ran her tongue up my thigh. I begged her and said “I can’t take it any more!” She laughed and proceeded to lick her way up my other thigh. When she was done, she asked me if I liked having her as my Mistress for life. “Yes” I said, “but I can’t take it any longer!” “I need to cum! I want you, I want you bad!” She delighted in how bad I wanted her. She giggled as she reminded me again that my penis belonged to her forever while she stroked me faster. “You will remain chaste for me, strictly for my pleasure alone,” she added as she played with my tool. In no time, I squirted my load for her. With her other hand, she caught my ejaculate in her palm. After 2 weeks without cumming, my orgasm was very intense. The release was incredible! Once my penis was locked up again, she unlocked my arm and leg restraints.

After that first experience, my wife had me in a routine. I would wear the strap-on penis for lovemaking 3 or 4 times a week, and in return, she would strap me in restraints once every 2 weeks so she could tease and masturbate me. Even though I whined and begged to be let out more often, Julie was very strict on letting me cum once every 2 weeks if I was good. I once went a month without cumming because I did not please her properly! She always likes to remind me that my penis is just too small for her pussy! She also likes to wear something revealing and tell me that my little penis is not allowed inside her, and then watch with glee as my penis tries to throb inside the snug bent tube! My whining and desperate pleas are beautiful sounds for her ears!

Over the course of the next 3 years, I continued to be prohibited from having intercourse. It only made me want her more, and Julie knew it and loved it. The more I wanted her the more she would tease me that she wanted a real man inside her. She would enjoy my panic as I would try furiously to pull off my chastity belt or try to stimulate the head on my penis, but with no luck. Julie, who is a very beautiful woman, would tell me how lots of good-looking guys stare at her or try or flirt with her. Even though she would make me jealous, she could tell that deep down that I enjoyed the erotic frustration of chastity and hearing about other men who notice my pretty wife. (I guess that is one of the side effects of long term chastity, whereby I am submissive to her pleasure!)

Later in the Spring, Julie bought a skimpy green bikini. Just the site of her perfect body in her bikini caused me to shutter in complete sexual frustration. She once had me lay on the bed and strapped my wrists and ankles so I was completely restrained. She unlocked my chastity belt and let me lay there with a painful hard-on. As she headed out the door for the beach, she said she might be gone awhile in case she finds any cute guys to talk to. Julie laughed as I squealed in frustration. While she was gone, I laid there helpless but very excited. I couldn’t help but picture my bikini-clad wife talking to some young stud in the beach.

About 3 hours later, Julie finally arrived home. She looked at my hard-on and commented on how little it is. As I lay there totally restrained, she kissed my whole body area except my crotch. When she finished, she said she had a great time at the beach and met a very handsome college guy named Mark. She said he has a beautiful smooth, tan body and that he is on the swim team. I moaned in agony as my wife continued to drool over this good looking guy. She said he was wearing a tight speedo-type swimsuit at the beach. She smiled seductively as she said that she liked the giant bulge in his briefs. It made me squirm in desperate excitement! At the same time, I was actually turned on by her naughty behavior. After she was done kissing my body, she cupped her hands around my penis. Her touch felt wonderful and I said “thank you Mistress, please stroke me.” She started to stroke me and said she wanted to see Mark again. Suddenly pulled my penis rather hard and said that I should have no objection to her seeing Mark. “After all, your penis is so small. 5 inches won’t satisfy me. Mark’s penis has to be much larger than your!” “I am tired of the strap-on dildo, I need a real man inside me.” She went on to inform me that I will never be allowed to have my penis inside her or inside any other woman ever again!! While the thought of never having intercourse again was scary, it was very exciting to know that I would enjoy the thrill of the ultimate chastity challenge!

In my desperate hope, I told her “I love you, I have an undying love for you always.” “I want you to always be my Mistress and I want you to do whatever makes you happy!” I though for sure that I would now get a badly needed hand job or even a blow job, but instead I got more chastity. Julie whispered in my ear that right now what would make her happy would be another week of chastity! Ugh!! She took some cold packs from the freezer and placed them around my crotch. It was such a cold feeling. The cold made my 3-hour erection relax. When it did, Julie slid the bent tube over my limp penis and locked it in. Before she unfastened my hand and leg restraints, Julie took a few moments to enjoy my panic. She gushed over the fact that would never be able to enjoy intercourse ever again with my “little dick.”

It had now been a month and a week since I had cum, a record for me! My desperation had increased, and my wife found my record chaste condition to be very erotic. On that Saturday morning, Julie had me pick out some underthings for her to wear as she would be entertaining company. I became crazy with strange excitement as I knew she meant she would be entertaining Mark! I went to her underwear drawer and picked out a pair of black thong panties along with a sexy matching bra. As I helped her dress, she asked me if I thought Mark would like them. I groaned as if I were in pain but Julie just admired her great body in the mirror. After she was finishing dressing in a shirt and shorts, she told me to strip naked. I did, and all I had on was my chastity belt.

She led me to the bedroom closet where I was given restraints. I was also given a gag to keep my mouth quiet. She closed the closet door, and I could see out front of the door through the slants. Soon the doorbell ring. As she answered the door, I could hear a male voice. I could hear them talking in the other room. After several minutes, I heard them come into the bedroom. When they did, I got my first glance of Mark. He was a well built, extremely handsome guy with boyish good looks. I lost my breath as I saw my wife put her arms around him and kiss him. I watched in disbelief as they disrobe. I couldn’t believe this was happening! With both of them in their underwear kissing passionately, my penis ached as I watching my loving wife reach and pull down his brief. As she did, Mark’s penis bounced out into open view. I couldn’t help marvel at the size. It was at least 8″ long and very thick with a large head. He was hung like a horse.

Julie then got on her knees and started licking his penis. It had been over a year since she had my penis in her mouth. As Mark moaned to the oral delights from my wife, I remembered how much I enjoyed having her suck me. After she was done, Julie stood up and Mark slowly removed her bra and panties. I sighed quietly as his hands started to explore my naked wife. It was quite erotic to see both of them nude together.

After watching them for a couple more minutes, I strange thing happened — my jealousy went away! I suddenly realized that I was enjoying the show and that I wanted my wife to get it on with this stud! Even though I was locked up, it was as if I was living this experience through Mark! As I quietly peeked through the slants on the closet door, my whole body tingled with pleasure as I watched Mark’s fingers gently stroke Julie’s pussy hairs only 2 or 3 feet away. My cock throbbed as I watched Julie gently pull on his cock. As she pulled, as extended it right in front of my peep hole just a few inches from my face. I then felt this kinky and unnatural sense of gratification in knowing that his big cock will certainly satisfy my wife!

After some more foreplay in front of the closet door, Mark began leading my wife toward the bed. As they went, Julie made sure that she wiggled her ass in front of me which, of course, drives me wild! When they both got to the bed, Mark had her lay back. She looked so beautiful laying there! I watched intently as Mark hovered over her. His penis was rock hard as it was only as couple of inches above he pussy. I took a deep breath as he lowered himself on top of her. I silently gasped as watched Mark’s large cock disappear into my wife’s pussy. Julie then gave out the longest moan as she took in all 8 inches of his manhood! Instead of feeling jealous, I felt overjoyed as I watched his big cock penetrate my wife. I became fascinated that Mark was enjoying intercourse, something I will never experience again. To my surprise, I discovered it was more exciting for me to watch intercourse then to have intercourse! To watch this stud bed my wife was even more exciting than wearing a chastity belt! I had never heard Julie give orgasmic yells the way she was doing with Mark. Finally, Mark could hold it any longer. He started to moan in a very low voice. I knew he had to be shooting a big spermy load into my wife.

After they laid on the bed and caught their breath, Mark got up and headed to the shower. I looked over at Julie, as she started to get up. When I looked back at Mark, I could see his creamy white butt checks disappear into the shower. While he was in the shower, Julie opened the closet door to check on me. She then removed the gag from my mouth. I caught her by surprise by telling her that watching her with Mark was the most erotically frustrating/fulfilling experience I ever had! Julie was delighted when I told her I was glad I was never going have intercourse again, because I would rather watch intercourse then even experience it! She smiled and told me that she promises, no matter what, that I will never have intercourse again! I still shuttered at the thought, but was elated when she said that I will be “forced” to watch her have intercourse on many more occasions!

When the water to the shower stopped, my wife closed the door and put in her thong panties. When Mark started drying off, Julie grabbed his semi-erect cock and told him, “I want a lot more of this!” Mark smiled and got dressed. They kissed and made plans to get together n a couple of days.

After Mark left, she opened the door and was ready to unlock my penis. I asked if she could please wait. Julie was absolutely puzzled. While I was extremely horny, I asked that my arm and leg restraints be released first so I could please kiss her pussy. She got a naughty smile and quickly took off the restraints. I couldn’t help but remove her panties. When I did, my wife’s pussy was all creamy and gooey from Mark’s ejaculation. I can’t really explain why I did it, but I began to lick her pussy! I found myself licking up globs of Mark’s warm, sticky cum. Julie began to squeal with excitement as I lapped up more globs of white jiss from inside her slit. While it gives me no pleasure to lick up my own cum, I found it very satisfying to be licking up Mark’s ejaculate, as it has a very smooth, creamy taste. I liked the way it coated the inside of my mouth and tongue. There was no doubt Julie liked having me lick Mark’s cum out of her pussy. Julie then strapped me down and unlocked my chastity belt. Before she would touch me, I had to tell her how much I like Mark’s cock. I told her that it is a wonderful cock and that I want him to stick inside her while I watch. I really enjoyed the “tension” of having to praise another man’s cock while you wait for your orgasm! Finally, after I gave sufficient praise of Mark’s cock, Julie wrapped her fingers around my penis, and began to stroke me. In no time, I began to cum.

A couple of days later, Mark came over again and I hid in the closet. I so enjoyed watching my beautiful wife be undressed. In turn, when Julie undressed him he was wearing a jock strap. Once Julie removed Mark’s jock strap, she made sure I got a good long view of where all that cum came from! In no time, I was watching with curiosity and delight as Mark’s massive boner plunged into my wife’s eager pussy. It had been over 4 years since I was inside her pussy! I tried hard to imagine the feeling of my cock inside her. I stared a Mark’s cock as he it pumped in and out her, while I tried to imagine that was my cock inside her. I even tried to imagine the sensation his cock was feeling. After a few minutes of watching, I could see his cock pulsate in an orgasmic release. I knew that his load would be destined for my tongue.

My wife continued to “date” Mark for several months until he graduated and moved far away. Shortly after Mark moved, we decided we wanted to have children. Because my penis and sperm are not allowed inside her, she found a man who lives in another state who has similar looks and features as mine, including hair color and eye color. She became pregnant by him twice and we now have 2 beautiful, healthy children, ages 2 and 3. Many people have remarked on how much the children look like me (ironic, but don’t know the truth)! I am a good father and I love my children, even though they were not conceived my me (otherwise I would never get to have children)!

Even though my wife had 2 children, she kept her great shape and her body is sexier than ever! We bought a duplex as rental property, and rented out the one side to 2 college freshmen. We kept the other side as our “pad.” When the children are home with the nanny, I hide in the “pad” closet and watch Julie screw one (or both!) of the freshmen. They are young, blond and horny. They are both well endowed and jiss my wife good, which keeps my tongue busy! I still cum only once every 2 weeks (if I am good!) It has been over 8 years since I have had intercourse (and still counting!)

She enters and turns her back to me. I remove her fur. Beneath it she wears a black leather miniskirt and form fitting black silk blouse with plunging neckline that reveals the inner swelling of her breasts and a milky white pearl necklace around her neck. From the days when I was still allowed to lick pussy, I’m sure she (as will be true of all the other guests) has no panties on to interfere with Mistress’s plans, but she will be the mildest of all of todays guests, though of course that is only relative—all of them are quite stern and severe but the fierceness with which they dominate varies, and I’m pretty certain Alexis’s cruelty will be more on the restrained side. Having been relieved of her coat, she turned and went into the living room.

Oneica arrives next. Auburn haired, tall, slender, ice blue eyes, a fine slightly pinched nose, and delicate face hinting American Indian. She surveys me, “For a groveling wimp, you certainly make a fetching French maid.”

She enters and turns her back to me. I remove her black leather jacket, hang it next to Alexis’s fur coat. Her fluffy white blouse suggests rather than cleaves to her form. Her not too tight skirt stops above her knees. The three-inch heels taper her fine calves. Licking between her lithe, thighs left me quivering. After Mistress (and Glenda in her perverse way), Oneica understands me best. With severity and cruelty she leave me yearning to submit.

Marion’s next. The Blond. Alone among them, she wears long swishy dresses so capacious that in their enrapture I would lose my head in the feminine aura of touch, taste and smell that was to lick. “How’s the little boy today? Anxious to serve us our tea?”

I courtesy and bow my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

I can’t help loving her. She’s blond, and so smart. But she can be mean. That’s the blonde’s prerogative, I guess.

Diana enters sideways in browns, shoulders slouched, head a little forward, hiding her breasts; a touch of distaste in the corner of her lips; but a warm invite to adore the perfect legs falling from the her short brown leather skirt. “Oh, so your still here …” a small smile, “Happy to see you, slut.”

I courtesy and bow my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

And last, Glenda. Androgynous male dress doesn’t hide breasts and thighs that make me sigh with desire and a crotch in her pants that would open her pussy to me and show me where to lick. With a mean streak she didn’t hide. “Oh, you.”

I courtesy and bow my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Let me see what’s under that cute little maid’s apron.”

I lift the hem of the apron and show her my chastity device.

“Still in chastity eh? And how long has it been since Alexandra let you masturbate?”

“A month, ma’am.” I bow my head.

She draws a sour grimace, “A month, eh. Well, we’ll see.”

I tremble knowing Glenda has something bad in store for me.

The girls settle into the furniture and burble.

In the kitchen, I give final preparation to the cart: large samovar; variety of teas, sugar and honeys; cookies baked the night before; petit sandwiches made that morning. Napkins and utensils were already in the living room.

I rolled the cart out into the hollow of the circle they had draped themselves in from armchair to sofa to love seat.

Earl Grey, chamomile, smoky lapsang souchong, Dar Jeeling, jasmine, and English breakfast. The orders went around, and hobbled my bondage I prepared and passed them out, then made up and passed out the plates of the cookies and petit sandwiches.

At last Mistress began. “It’s been months, hasn’t it since we’ve all got together like this.”

“Yes,” the girls answered, “we’ve just ever been so wondering what you’ve been up to on the project.”

“Well it’s Glenda you know. After our last little one get together, she shook her head and opined. “He like’s licking pussy too much. Where’s the submission in that?”

“Always ruining a good thing,” Marion shook her head.

“But she does have a point.” Mistress retorted.

Oneica sipped at her jasmine, took a bite from her petit sandwich. “And so these months you’ve made yourself, and the little boy, so scarce? You’ve been mulling over Glenda’s opining?”

“Oh I think a site more then mull. I mean, having so thoroughly made him submit to licking our pussies, he would need radical retraining.” Mistress smiled, and looked dotingly at me. “I mean training. After all training is training.”

The girls giggled and all agreed. “Oh yes,” Alexis made as to test the swish of a whip.

Oneica silently sighed and shook her head at the simple truth.

Marion smiled with her red lips showing the pretty white teeth beneath.

“What do you expect?” Diana shook her head resignedly.

Glenda only smiled as the one who’d won the bet.

“But I think maybe at this point, we should let him tell you himself about his training.” She smiled at me and inclined her head, “Step before the cart, Dear, and tell them how I’ve trained you for tonight.”

I obey. I step before the cart and fold my hands in front of my white trimmed maid’s apron.

“Mistress began by taking away,” I swallow, “pussy.”

Mistress beams brightly at me. “That’s right, Dear, I’ve decided you are not worthy enough to lick pussy.”

I swallow. “I am not worthy enough to lick pussy.”

“Of course,” Mistress continued, “I enforced his abstinence with chastity. Tell them, Dear.”

“I was kept in chastity for many months. Finally I knew I was not worthy of licking pussy.”

“So much for the negative part, getting him off pussy. Now the what to attach him to?”

If anything, Glenda’s frigid smile grew sharper.

Alexis rested her cute chin in the cleft of her thumb and hand; her elbow cocked on the arm of the sofa, and peered questioningly.

“I wonder?” Marion shrugged her shoulders.

Diana looked distastefully away.

Oneica sighed with wisdom’s weight. “We have to be honest with ourselves, girls. Look at what we’re working with.” She shakes her head with sadly but with comprehension of what must be. “If he can’t lick pussy, he can wipe it when we pee.”

Everyone looked admiringly at Oneica for understanding.

“Yes,” Mistress agreed. “You’ve said it well.”

“And how did you teach him that?” Marion burbled.

“Yes?” Alexis seconded.

Diana and Glenda looked grim.

“Tell them, Dear.” Mistress smiled at me.

“Mistress allowed me a masturbation.” I swallow, arms still hang limp before the white trimmed maid’s apron. “When she knew that I knew I” I swallow. “am not worthy to lick pussy.

“Mistress then put me in chastity again.

“I was knelt outside her bathroom door while she went pee. I knelt with arms akimbo at my back, head down, as close to the floor as possible. Tongue out. Mistress gave me the mantra I obey.

“After awhile. I was permitted to kneel at her feet as she peed. Time passed till one day she looked down at me, “Come now, Dear, I’ve had a nice pee, and it’s at last time for you to wipe me. Sit up and I’ll teach how.”

“And of course I did.”

A chorus of laughter, “We’re sure.”

“But I also had to instill on him, that his efforts to wipe up my pee, was not to transgress into a lick.”

I courtesy and bow my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

Again it is Oneica who states the simple truth. “Well my little wimp bring me another cup Jasmine, like a good boy.”

After a while, Diana shifted her seat and hunched her shoulders, “‘Cuse me, got to take a pee.”

She stood up and looked sideways at me. “Come along, kid.”

She turns to the bathroom. I follow. “Does ma’am prefer I wait here or at her feet?”

“At my feet, slut. At my feet.” She hiked up her brown skirt, tucking it up behind her and settling into her seat. She looked meaningfully at me and nodded at the floor. I knelt, folded my arms behind my back, and bowed my head to the floor before at her feet, and let my tongue hang out. “I obey,” I whispered to myself.

When she was through, she stood, and still holding up her skirt behind, pivoted to the side of the toilet, and put her right leg up on the seat. “Wipe toilet-paper-tongue, wipe me nice and clean.”

I obeyed. I did as Mistress had taught me. I did not lick. When I was through she dimissed me. “Back to the cart, slut, while I tidy up.”

One by one they led me back. Let me kneel at their feet, present themselves to be wiped, and dismiss me. Alexis; Oneica; Marion; Diana; Glenda.

Not once, not twice but thrice when they got going, the tea cups were passed and parade began.

Alexis, “That was very satisfactory, boy. You may go.”

Marion raising again the pleated fabric she let drape when I had begun. “Thank you, my own little toilet-paper-tongue. Makes me feel so fresh. You can run along. I’m sure some girl must want you by now.”

Oneica kept me kneeling as she pulled her sensible skirt down and straightened it and her fluffy white shirt. “You see its true, you can learn.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” After a pause I went on, “It’s how I love you, for teaching me that.”

“Yes, I know, that’s how you show you love for my teaching. … And you never licked. Now run along darling.”

So it came down, and the third time around to Glenda. Of course I knew it would. It’s her role in the sisterhood. The one who says, Let’s kick him in the balls. But this one hurt. Figuratively at first, and for real shortly thereafter. So it was the third time that afternoon I most dutifully wiped her pee away without the wisp of a hint of a lick. As I was making a few last pats, she let her hips rock back and rubbed her clit against by tongue before it could withdraw. “He’s licking me! He’s licking me!” She cried. She yanked my head back by the throat ring on my collar and looked meanly down at me. “Suddenly think your worthy enough to lick pussy?”

What could I say. We both knew what she was doing, but I could not protest. What she said was! And I was the sniveling wimp whose word meant nothing. And what she wanted, was what came next.

She yanked me after her scurrying in my ankle chains my hands hanging in front of me, and drew me into the living room, and threw me down on my knees before Mistress.

“Ha, he doesn’t think himself worthy! He tried to lick me. He needs a good hard punishment.

“Mistress looked sadly at me. “And I so thought you’d learned.”

I said nothing.

“Well come here, Dear … Now pull down your panties … That’s good. Now lay down across my knees … there, let your chastity device dangle down between my thighs.” She laughed, “And don’t you wish they were squeezing your cock?” She pressed her forearms down across my lower back and against the back of my thighs to emphasis and frame my buttocks. “Sure you do. … Now who wants to begin?”

It was Diana’s day for firsts. First pee; first whacks, five each. She chose a leather belt folded down to a short leather strap she could easily snap across both my cheeks with an even, severe, but not unendurable cadence.

Each of them would choose her own. Alexis left my poor cheeks unbalanced with her back of the brush; Marion rebalanced with the short leather tab of a riding crop; and with sad brow, Oneida prepared me for Glenda’s final five, with a twelve red inch plastic ruler. The first three were firm. As instructed, I thanked her for each one. The next was far sharper. She sighed and shook her head, “This will hurt, darling, but you’ll thank me for it.” She cracked the ruler across my back sides so hard my head jerked up and tears sprouted from my eyes and it took me a moment to recover before saying, “Five. Thank you, ma’am,” and making my final acknowledgement

But as Glenda chose her instrument, I understood what Oneica had meant and silently thanked her again, for Glenda had chosen a slender bamboo rod. It whistled as she whipped it through the air. Taking her position, she lightly tapped it across my rear three or four times, then with a sudden snap, cracked it down across it so it stung as bad as Oneica’s final preparatory blow.

I gasped. “One. Thank you, ma’am.” God, what would her final stoke be!

More light taps and then again she cracked it against my rear so tear sprouted from my eyes. “Two. Thank you, ma’am.”

The light taps and again the crack and tears, “Three. Thank you, ma’am.”

And again, crack and gasp and “Four, Thank you, ma’am.”

She stepped back and tested the air with whistling switches, then softly stroked the rod across my burning backside. I gathered myself to absorb the pain.

Crack.

The tears welled from my eyes and I broke into sobs between which, “Five. Thank you … ma’am” And for a last time I acknowledged. “Thank you for teaching me that I am not worthy enough to lick pussy.” My head dropped down as I twice repeated. “I am not worthy enough to lick pussy. I am not worthy enough to lick pussy.,” and sobbed.

“Sure as hell you’re not,” Glenda snarled.

Mistress relaxed her hold on my back and thighs. Painfully I came to my feet and carefully pulled my panties up over my painfully striped rear, and smoothed my apron.

Finishing the last cookies and dribs of tea, I soon was helping them on with their coats and seeing them to the door.

Alexis, “You are slut. Just stay that way.

Oneica, “My little wimp, your learning makes me so proud of you.”

Marion, “I think you’re a very good little boy, and learned what Alexandra taught you.”

Diana, with a shrug, “I suppose I’m supposed to feel lucky that you’ll always here for me.”

And Glenda. “You disgust me. And next time, no licking.”

I courtesy and bow my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

We are alone in the kitchen. Mistress leans in a corner sipping a glass of wine while hobbled by my chains I clean up from the tea party.

“So, how did she do it?” Mistress asks.

Looking up from the dishwasher, “at the last minute she moved her hips to jam my nose against her clit.”

“That bitch sure plays mean.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“But still, I’m honor bound to her. I must complete the punishment. I’m afraid, Dear, I won’t be taking off your chastity tonight, and letting you masturbate. You’ll have to wait a month.”

Overwhelmed with frustration and pain from the spanking, I break again into tears and sobs.

“Come here, Dear, now. Let me pet you. … Poor dear; it’s so unfair. … But I have something for you.” The kitchen has been put away. “I have to go pee. Come with me and curl at my feet. Then you can wipe me as I taught you.”

“Yes ma’am.” I follow her to the bathroom

“And my guess, now, is that you like this even better now than licking pussy.”

I knee at her feet and prepare to assume position. She has brought me to the pit I long to plunge into. For a moment a teeter on the edge, then with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and yet a surge of joy, I surrender, “Yes ma’am, I am privileged and happy to be allowed to wipe your pussy.”

Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear than I’d expected. I mean, I was skeptical about it when she first suggested it, saying that she wanted me to wear it for a year to demonstrate my devotion to her, but as she slowly talked me into it I managed to convince myself that it couldn’t be all that bad, especially since I’d know it would be removed eventually. I hadn’t realized how frustrated I could get, or that frustration could actually drive me to tears.

“I really want you to do this,” she’d said. “I want to know that you’re this serious about our relationship. Please, honey, if you want me to be your Mistress, I want to know that you can take being dominated for a long time without a break.”

“You mean you want to test me,” I said, not sure whether to feel hurt or not.

“Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to be committed to being my slave? Do you reallyknow that you won’t get bored with it someday and want to change things? Because I’ll love you even if you’re not myslave, but if we’re going to try to be serious about thisD/s thing, I do want to know it’s going to work. So yes, I am saying I want to test you.”

“Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean,admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but …”

“Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know thatI had you locked up.” She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I thinkshe knows it has that effect on me. “I’d enjoy,” shedrew out the word ‘enjoy’ deliciously, “I’d enjoy knowingjust how frustrated you were getting. I’d love knowingall the time, even when we’re apart, that you’re my slaveand that you’re suffering for me.” She was getting turnedon talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned ondoes things to me.

“What if I can’t take it?” I asked nervously. “And does the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, isit really practical for wearing such a long time?”

“I’ll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to takeit off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the wholeyear.”

We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I rereadall my old wanking material that mentioned male chastitydevices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excitedher. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she lockedthe thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.

It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowingthat I couldn’t free myself and knowing that the plan was forme to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelvelong months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies andmy nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter Istood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock iton my body.

That night she played with me, and the frustration was spiceadded to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my handsand my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on mypenis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kindof frustration that can be fun in bondage. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought, “This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date.”

Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being somuch fun, but it wasn’t too bad. My desires, being thwarted, diminished, and that made the chastity belt easier to bear.I got used to washing with it on, managing to get enoughsoapy water to run under it to keep me clean. I got usedto the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly,oh so slowly, started becoming less self-conscious aboutit. I got used to sitting down to pee. And I got usedto seeing the chastity belt locked on me when I looked inthe mirror or looked down at myself.

I almost convinced myself that I really didn’t mind pleasingher without being able to take the same kind of pleasure.I almost convinced myself that the feel and taste of herpussy when I went down on her, or the wonderful sounds shemade, didn’t have to result in my dick painfully trying to get hard within its prison and my mind feeling as trapped as my penis by my lack of release. Almost.

After a month I was starting to feel a little crazy. “I’mnot sure whether I can stand this, love.”

“Oh, is it really that bad? You’ve gone longer without sexbefore, haven’t you?”

“Well yeah, but I could masturbate then.”

“Um. Think of it as a challenge. See whether you can masteryour desires. Do it for me, honey? Please?”

I gulped. “I think I can manage a little longer, but jeez,this is starting to drive me crazy!”

After three months, I was getting a little irritable. I wasalso constantly trying to think of ways I could get even alittle stimulation on my cock. I was sure that the slightesttouch there would trigger release.

“Dear, I really don’t want to unlock you yet, but it’s notfair that you do all these wooonderful things to me and I’mnot doing much back. Hmm. How do you feel about being fucked in the ass?”

Desperate for anything, I said, “Yes, please Mistress!”

“Honey, I want to hear you beg for it.”

The next half hour was thoroughly embarrassing.

I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading thelube in my ass! And when she started pushing the strap-onagainst my opening, I was in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight!As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built … and so didmy desire for more, more, more. But never release. My cockhurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect.At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast ofsensations.

Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that wouldset fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if yousaw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my headagainst the pillows and crying.

I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. Anda month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew itwould leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before herand begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And againI flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again,weeping and thrashing in frustration.

She’d given me some new rules while I was begging, littlethings to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I’d agreed to them. Our relationship was gettinga little more intense.

The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She mademe wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready tobeg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moansof pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her ridingcrop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and Igot a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.

Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work.I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fuckedme in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows,and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn’t startuntil Tuesday.

The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tagsaying “Property of…”. It’s only come off when I’ve had towear a tie since then.

“Mistress, I don’t think I can take this any longer! I’m goingmad, I’m so frustrated, I mean sometimes it’s just so intenseand fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited andI can’t get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and Ieven love the frustration but I’m not sure I’m strong enoughto take this.”

“Oh, but you don’t have to be strong enough, darling. That’s what the lock is there for.” She smiled so sweetly, and caressed myface so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on herevery word. “I really want you to do this for me. Do you thinkyou can manage now?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, much calmer, “I think I can. Please forgive me for … my weakness.”

“Oh, honey, I know it’s not easy. It’s not supposed to be easy.Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you’re sufferingexcites me.” I swallowed and she continued. “As a matter of fact,I’m excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slaveass again.”

Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me waituntil I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more,she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. Thatmeant I didn’t have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustrationa little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so. I think she knew exactlywhat she was doing.

New rules … I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well,if she’d wanted to she could have done that earlier. Still, bythen it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decidedshe wanted me. At first it was just another neat dimension toour game. Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had anyrights to my own body. That was both scary and fantastic. Andthe frustration continued.

In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started comingto grips more with my situation. I got better at handling thefrustration, better and not letting it get in the way of myenjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise. Perhaps knowingthat most of my “sentence” had passed helped.

The last month she removed the key from its hiding place andstarted wearing it around her neck. “The year’s almost up,”she’d say, “and it looks like you’ve passed my test. Areyou glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave,so we can make our relationship permanent?”

Yes yes, oh yes I was glad. And thankful for her reminderthat though my year of chastized hell was nearly over, it wasnot the ending of the dominance I loved, but the marking ofour knowing it would endure.

But oh, how I looked forward to the day when the infernal device would be removed from my manhood and I could have the orgasm I’d been waiting a year for. How I longed to thrustdeep into her and feel her warm cunt gripping my shaft. Icould afford to let myself think these thoughts, now that thetime of my release was in sight. Every time I saw the key dangling between her breasts on its chain, I licked my lips.

So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been muchharder than I’d imagined, but I’d survived it. I’d held outfor a year, I’d passed her test, I’d proved to myself as wellthat I could bear such torment. I’d thought to beg her forrelease, but I’d never thought to use my safeword to escape.

And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year.She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied meto the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time,stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl of ice sat on thebedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels.A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plateresting on top of it. She stripped, while I watched,licking my lips, then straddled my face. “Eat me.”

When she tired of that, she sat astride my belly, idlystroking my nipples. “You made it,” she said. “It’sbeen a year.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to continue to be my slave after this?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do!” I was excited beyond belief, andas much in love with her as the day she’d first proposedlocking me up.

She smiled, that delicious slow grin, and said, “Good.Because I want to keep you! I don’t want it to be a game.We’ve been playing pretty seriously, but we’ve both knownthere was a time limit. Now I know you can handle thatkind of intensity for a long time. Do you want it? Doyou want to continue permanently as my slave? This deep?”

“Yes, Mistress! Anything! I am yours!”

I swear she started breathing harder and sweating a little.”I want this to be real. I want you to get a tattoo sayingyou’re my slave. And I want to get married, and I want youto take my name instead of the other way around. And I wantto know that I can continue to use you whenever I want, to punish you whenever I want, even to lock you up when I want,from now on.”

My heart raced. I was frightened to make such a commitmentwith no time limit, but I’d already found that I could notonly handle being dominated full time but even enjoy it evenas I suffered. “Yes, Mistress. I consent. I want that too.”

“Do you want it enough to give up your safeword?”

“Yesss! I am _all_ yours, my love!”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately,rocking her hips, scooting back so she was rubbing herselfagainst the edge of my chastity belt. “Oh God, how I loveyou. And you’re Mine!” She reached back and stroked mythighs, then leaned forward to lick my nipples, the key onits chain brushing against my chest. I panted, I moaned,I called out my love for her.

Finally she stopped, picked up the key, and said, “Well, it’stime to deal with this, no?”

I looked at her hungrily.

She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed thekey from the chain. She went to the glass of clear liquidon the dresser and uncovered it. “A toast,” she said, “toyour showing me you could pass my test!” She lifted theglass, and the key.

And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed andfoamed and slowly dissolved.

My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched myface, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.

“I have a soldering iron in the bedside table,” she said veryquietly. “I’m going to fill the keyhole with solder. You’remine forever, my love.”

Like most submissive males I was living out my fantasy, having a strict Mistress who used me for her sexual pleasure. As my wife became more interested on her role her demands on me during our ‘play’ became more intense. Her verbal humiliation regarding my sexual inadequacy became more skilled, even to the extent that there was real feeling in her words. The number of times I was allowed sexual release began to diminish and actual penetrative sex was limited to my birthday and Christmas unless me wife felt the need for my cock inside her. She also introduced ‘real’ punishment sessions into our play, her favourites being caning and overnight bondage. The thing which seemed strange to me was that unlike most dominant women she did not insist on being referred to as Mistress. When I asked about this she told me that she was not my Mistress but my wife who had the dominant role within our marriage.

This all changed when during one of our play sessions she had been particularly hard when caning me and bought me to tears. She then told me that I would be cuffed to the stairs balustrade and spend the night thinking about what a cry baby I had been. I accepted my punishment, expecting her to release me after an hour or so to join her in bed. However she just went off to sleep and left me there. I called out until she awoke and came to see me. She asked what the matter was and I asked her to release me, but she simply said that if I woke her again she would gag me and beat me until I cried again. I spent a miserable night, cold and sleepless on the stairs. When she awoke the following morning my wife simply washed and dressed ignoring my attempts to attract her attention. Finally I snapped and shouted for her to release me, when she refused I called her a f**king bitch. She became very angry and said that if I thought she was a bitch she would start acting like one.

Since that day my wife’s control over me has become absolute. True to her word she has made me understand what a real bitch is. I have been informed that I will never be allowed sex with her again and that unlike before I am to address her as ‘Mistress’ as I would from now on belong to her. Her interest began to increase in non-consensual Mistress-slave relationships where real power over a submissive results in them being made to do things which they would otherwise object to. She says that this is the only way to achieve a true Mistress slave relationship. My Mistress now has a wide range of video and photographs of me wearing female underwear, in bondage and in compromising positions,which would be shown to family and friends if I disobey her. She also has complete control of all the finances and al our saving are kept in her accounts. I have also signed a document allowing her to keep the house and other property if we divorce. Since taking control she main interest appears to be to make me suffer and it seems that the more I do the more she enjoys it. She has had sex with a number of other men and couples. She particularly enjoys having me help her get ready for her night out and talks continuously about how she hopes to get lucky. Whenever she is out I am locked in my chastity belt and made to wait for her return. If she does return I am subjected to the humiliation of my Mistress telling me about all the flirting and sexy people she has met and how she wished she could have bedded them. She now dresses to impress, attracting attention from whoever she can and knows that doing this excites me and keeps me wanting her. She also knows that her activities keep my cock hard and intensifies my agony when my cock is caged. If my performance is not what is expected, Mistress will punish me. Gone are the days when this was merely playful caning or slapping. It now consists of a hard beating followed by a night or two of ‘sleeping’ in the spare bed, restrained, hooded and gagged. The beating is the worst, full-on hard as she can, six or twelve strokes, each one making me jump and scream. The screams being muffled by the use of a gag so as not to alert the neighbors.

Back on the bed, she will usually tell be to get onto the bed on all fours then choose the hood(s) and gag which will allow her to use me in the way she desires. If I am to be blindfolded, the latex hood with open mouth and nose will go on. If I am to be gagged, this will be pushed into my mouth and buckled around my head. Finally the heavy leather hood will be zipped into place and the collar locked to secure everything into place. If no gag is used I know that I will be required to use my mouth, licking pussy until she is satisfied. If I am gagged it is usually to stop my moaning as I am being fucked or screaming when I am beaten. Whatever happens I can expect my ass to be filled, sometimes with a plug, which seem to be increasing in size each time, a vibrating rubber cock, or Mistresses huge strap-on.

Do I regret calling my then wife a bitch? Yes I do, I was happy playing dom-sub games, now I am used abused and beaten and have no say in what happens to me and what my wife does with others. She appears very happy treating me as she does and really has become a bitch.

Keeping your husband in permanent 24/7 chastity is an act of deep love and devotion and, despite the outward face of it, is not cruel, dominant behavior or hard-hearted. In fact, when your man is close to orgasm and is begging for mercy, it is very hard for the woman who loves him to say “no“; but say it she must if she wants them both to enjoy the full benefits of true, long-term strict orgasm denial.

John is in a Lori #2C which is secure (even though he is not pierced) and enables him to cycle and work out and essentially live a normal life while wearing it 24/7. Of course it’s not 100% secure — no device ever can be — but it’s secure enough that escaping from it would be difficult and not without pain or risk. In other words it is an exceptionally effective deterrent to his masturbating (which is the only way he could ever orgasm, because while I do use Tease and Denial on him, I am strictly in control).

But what about the other aspects? His need and desire to orgasm and your desire to experience than and to experience him making love to you.

Let’s take the second point first: a sufficiently lifelike strap-on is the answer here. They are not cheap, but a good one is, not exactly perfect, but is good enough. You get 99% of the sensations of his making love to you “properly” without allowing him inside you or risking his orgasm (you can have him do this while he’s still locked, you see).

And to answer the first part… I used to think permanent orgasm denial was too much to ask of either of you, because you’d both be missing out.

But since John and I have embarked upon a full year in denial for him, it’s become apparent that the pleasure for both of us in regular tease and denial sessions with no hope of orgasm until New Year 2012 is to all intents and purposes the same as the mutual pleasure we get from his orgasm. In other words, there is no longer a need for him to have them any more.

The upshot of this is clear: IF a strap-on is good enough for you and IF the pleasure of Tease and Denial is enough for you both, then permanent 24/7 orgasm denial becomes not only possible but actually desirable for couples living the male chastity lifestyle. Because, for a man, knowing he isn’t going to get to orgasm properly ever again, nor indeed enjoy penetrative sex with you again… yet is still going to get the pleasure of making love to you with a strap-on and enjoy the Tease and Denial sessions you treat him to, it is one of the most erotic things imaginable.

My husband had adjusted quite well to his CB-3000 since I first started using it three years ago. We got it after I had asked him if his cock ever erected when he looked at other women. He admitted that it did, and I immediately thought it was a bad thing for my husbands cock to erect for any other woman, but me. I just think its best if my husband’s cock can’t be indiscriminately erecting for any impure thoughts or any sexy woman he happens to see.

It was about six months when I started to only allow him out once a month as my new standard. Sure, he would beg me to allow him out and to allow his little penis to erect for at least some pleasure, promising me that he would not ejaculate and lose the desire I had locked up, but I usually denied him. If he was good I sometimes agreed to allow him out on the condition that his hands be handcuffed behind him and I would control what ever he got and then he had to go right back in.

He quickly agreed having already waited three weeks. He quickly stripped and stood before me. I told him to turn around and I locked a cheap pair of handcuffs on him. I then unlocked the cage of CB-3000 and removed it. His little four and half inch penis quickly rose to salute me and it throbbed in anticipation of anything I would offer it.

I reminded him that he promised me that he would not come and that if he did, he would not get out for at least two months. On top of that I made it clear to him that I would make him lick up his mistake by squeezing his balls until he complied. I put on an Angora glove (a stimulation his little peter loves) and I started to just lightly stroke his needy little cock. It became so excited it was throbbing at my every touch and was soon leaking pre-come. I wiped it off and had him lick it from my finger while I squeezed his balls to help him. The next time he leaked, I did the same and then it was time for my little toy to be put away.

Oh how he did beg me wanting more, but I was afraid he would lose control, after all men with smaller penises are not known for their stamina. During the next three days he was even more attentive, caring and helpful than I could have ever imagined, so I asked him if he wanted something? He said he would love to be unlocked and stroked again. I asked him, “You want this even though you know I will not allow you to come?”

So I did it the same way again until he had leaked twice. I only stroked him for about ten minutes before icing it down and locking its cage back on.

The next month he was begging me for it the first week after I had allowed him to release. He had been so good I told him, “If you are good, I will allow you a ten minute time to be unlocked and I will stroke you once a week!”

I just have to say that as good of a male behavior modifier as a chastity device is, adding the teasing/denial to the program is the ultimate way to modify your husband’s behavior. Sure there have been a few times when I did not stop stroking him quickly enough and he started to ejaculate. But, its only a couple of squirts and not a full blown orgasm because I immediately stop and he knows that he has to perform the necessary clean up and then receive nothing for a few months. I always make sure he performs his clean up duty by encouraging him with some firm ball squeezing.

Something I thought I would never like is verbally teasing my husband every chance I get about his size or his predicament. It took me awhile to like doing it, but now I can’t stop teasing him about his small size, or that I keep it locked up. I have even started to tease him about me getting another man just for sex, since he’s so small and has to stay locked up all the time. I have been teasing him lately that if he doesn’t earn sex with me in a six week period that I will go out on a date with another man. Boy does that get him going!