Is it a hard decision for her really? A husband who wears pink disposable diapers permanently and has a three inch wee wee or an ex-boyfriend who cock it so big and fucks her so good her lips go numb when she cums.

I deserved to be cuckolded at the very least and I should be thankful for the mess her boyfriend would leave inside her pussy for me to clean up. When she started fucking him I really was worried she would leave me. My lil sissy belly had butterflies and I thought to myself why would she want to stay with a baby girl. Eventually the butterflies calmed down and I soon realized that her getting fucked was the best thing that ever happened in our marriage. She now had the power over a real man and her sissy baby husband and our relationship quickly turned into a dynamic FLR. She had found her calling and I was exactly where I belonged., fully diapered and locked into a pink chastity cage.

I’m glad you found your true position in life. I’m sure it made both you and her sad for a little bit, but you’re both better for it. Diapered sissies don’t need to worry about sex, cuz they’ll never be able to satisfy their partner. it probably hurt to come face to face with your new way of life, and your wife’s more competent lover, but it sounds like she still really loves you and wants the best for you. Being locked in pink chastity is a stark reminder every time you see it that you will never be a man in her eyes, and will never think of you as a sexual partner. But you being in diapers shows that she really does still love you and wants to nurture and take care of you. You’re trading lust for a kind of love that can’t be compared. And you get to watch her pleasure and clean up after the act. Seeing that huge cock satisfy her in ways all of you know you could never do will reaffirm your position as a baby girl all the more. She undoubtedly appreciates the sacrifice you’ve made so that she receives mind blowing pleasure. Now that all the taboos are broken, and everyone knows where they stand, I’m sure your relationship will blossom into a beautiful thing as it grows.

– Panties only for me. I’ve had to toss my male underwear for women’s brief panties. I’m also not allowed to wear plain white ones: they must have girly colors or patterns.
– No pants allowed at home. I’m just in a shirt and panties, and she’s discussed buying nightgowns for me.
– 24/7 Chastity when not having sex. This is a tough one for me, but was my idea. I have a much higher sex drive and used to masturbate a lot. Now, except for weekly cleanings, I’m only to be let out for sex.
– Spankings are now a fixture. I get punishment spanks as they are earned, and a weekly Maintenance one every Monday (as a treat, I was allowed to pick which day of the week). She really enjoys spanking me, she’s discovered.

She told me she should leave me because she could find someone else to treat her right with no problem. By the end of it, I was sobbing and begging her for another chance. Daddy was gone, dead and buried. I was told to let her be alone for a week so she could think everything through.

As much as it made me fraught with anxiety of losing her, I resisted the temptation to call her. After five days, she called and told me she was coming over. When she got there, she told me she wasn’t breaking up with me, but I would have to change. A lot. My behaviors weren’t acceptable, and she refused to ever be treated that way again. I wasn’t dominant any more, because it made me an asshole, and she wouldn’t be little around me, because it made her too vulnerable to my toxic behavior. I also had to obediently follow every word she said from that point forward or she’d leave me. I asked her how long it was going to be like that, and she told me that it will always be like that. Meekly, I said, “You don’t want me as your Daddy any more… little one?” Then I got hit with the hardest thing I’ve ever had to swallow.

“Wolfie, you are a total disappointment as Daddy. In fact, for the last 6 months, I haven’t even thought of you as a man at all. I only kept being your little girl because I love you. To tell you the truth… Your cock doesn’t satisfy me. It’s never satisfied me. I mean, look at it! It’s tiny. It looks like it belongs on a girl! The reason we do anal is because that’s the only way i can be filled by you. You know how I giggle when you take your clothes off? It’s because your flaccid cock is pathetic, and I can’t help laughing.”

I was totally crushed. Tears were pouring down my face, but I was silent. We’d been together two and a half years by this point, and never in that time did I satisfy her. Two and a half years believing she loved my cock, and loved me fucking her. After allowing me to try to process my world falling apart for a minute or so, she brought up the time i wanted her to sissify me. Wide-eyed, I nodded.

When we briefly tried sissification, we’d purchased a chastity device and some panties my size, among other things. We tried a scene once, but because I had a terrible habit of topping from the bottom, she wound up hating the experience, and we never tried it again. But then, she pulled it out. She explained to me that if i wanted to stay with her, she’s going to feminize me, because I can never be a man in her eyes ever again. She would make me into her girlfriend. The feminization wouldn’t be anything like when we tried making me into a sissy.

She reassured me the goal was to make me a better partner for her. Her pleasure would always be more important than mine. I would show my love for her by being obedient and loyal. I was expected to learn makeup, skincare, how to dress, and how to behave, and she would guide me every step of the way. The only time I would be allowed to ‘pretend’ I was a man was if i was working or doing something else public. I didn’t have a job at the time, she reminded me, so I would be feminized 100% of the time.

The last important detail is that I would never have sex with her again like a man, unless she otherwise desired it. I would be put into chastity for at least 3 months, and if I asked her to be let out at all before that, she would unlock me, and leave me. She reminded me again that her pleasure is the only important thing, and that I shouldn’t worry about ever cumming again. I would be instructed on how to eat her out exactly how she liked, and had to oblige the moment she told me to go down on her. She would also be fucking me in the ass regularly, now. Since half of the sex we had before our break was anal, she said it’s only fair she gets to fuck her girlfriend’s ass. What frightened me the most, though, is she mentioned that some day what I give her might not be enough, and she might find a real man to fuck her. I begged her not to, and she calmly shhh’d me and told me I should be begging her to have a man fill her like I never could. She may not ever do it, but I should be fully prepared if she does.

All of thiI was reeling. My head was spinning. I was now sobbing uncontrollably. I love her more than anything and anyone in the entire world. I would fight and die for her, and scream our love to the heavens. I had to accept her offer. I cried because I knew my life as it was was over. I hung my head, and slowly nodded. She sat by me and hugged me, and asked if I understood what it meant, and if i’m sure. I once again nodded. And like that, my training began. I was instructed to take off my clothes, and I obeyed. Once my underwear came off, she smirked and giggled, and remarked how tiny and cute my cock is, and laid me down on our bed. Almost as a last ditch effort to avoid chastity, my cock quickly hardened as she sat beside it. She smiled at me, and shook her head, no. She took apart the pink Holy Trainer v1 Small, and iced my now shriveling cock, quickly rubbed lube on the area, and slipped the base ring on. Then came the tube, the lock was guided through the pin, clicked shut, and that was it. The deal was sealed.

During that three months, she molded me as promised. The first thing she tackled was getting me to accept that my cock is “tiny, pathetic, and girly”. I repeated it 20 times a day, whenever she asked why I’m locked up, or why I’m in a dress, or why I’m not allowed to fuck her. Her favorite dildo was 8 inches, and before bed, she held it up to my caged cock, and laugh. That’s what drove it home. My cock wasn’t anywhere near as big. It really was pathetic! I really can’t satisfy her with my cock! After a few days of being locked, I was dramatically more submissive and obedient. I started doing all of the housework in whatever outfit she’d put out while she was at school. Sometimes, I was naked except for the cage when she got home I greeted her warmly, and she’d pull her pants down and I’d happily lick and suck away. Sometimes, I’d get to eat her out during idle activities like while she was watching a movie. I would gently eat her out for sometimes hours. She modified my diet and put me on a workout regimen, and I began losing weight. This blew my mind, since I’d never lost weight in my life.

I craved her affection in my denied state, so I did anything she asked of me, even just to hear her say “Good job, sweetie.” I asked her how her day was, how she was feeling, if she’d want to go out on a date or get dinner, just like when we first started dating. When she wanted a cock inside her, she’d put the strap on on me, and instruct me on fucking her. Soon, I’d learned exactly how to fuck her, and would go to town. It was fun, cuz I never worried about cumming too quick. She started screaming my name! But she wasn’t the only one, she loves pegging me. Apparently, I am the cutest slut she’s ever seen. After a few weeks of training my ass, she could fuck me however she pleased. Once, I actually came from her fucking me. I’ve never came so hard in my life. and she showered me in praise, telling me how proud she is, and that I came like a girl does.

Near the end of the 3 months, to test my obedience, she invited her best friend over, to watch my cage be taken off. I freaked out when she told me, but she said she’d been keeping her friend updated since the day I agreed to be feminized. They were both in the living room, when Miss instructed me to come in. I greeted them, wearing a short skirt, thigh high leggings, a white button up top, all done up from head to toe. Her friend immediately busted up, and praised Miss’s work.

“You really do have him trained,” her friend observed.

“She. And you have no idea. She’s the perfect girlfriend!” Miss said, reminding her friend to refer to me as a girl.

“Can I see HER cage? I wanna see!”

“Well, Wolfie? Show her your cage.”

I lifted my skirt, and revealed a lacy thong, which made her friend roar with laughter, and Miss smile from ear to ear. I lowered my panties down to my knees, and held my skirt up.

“Oh my God! It really does make her cock totally useless, huh?”

“She can’t even get hard! She wouldn’t dare think of cheating, can’t touch herself, she has to sit down to pee, her little cock is all mine.”

“That thing won’t make it any more smaller?”

“Than it already is? Why don’t we find out?”

Miss walked over and unlocked my cage for the first time in 3 months. She’d gotten good at cleaning with a q-tip so i wouldn’t have to take the cage off. The tube slid off, as we all saw my cock. It was embarrassing. She took a ruler and measured out 1.5 inches. My face glowed red as she told her friend and shook her head. She moved to the side, so her friend could see. Her friend gasped and jumped up to get a closer look. She pinched my cock between her index finger and thumb. I gasped, and when I looked down, I saw that her thumb covered all of the shaft, and was reminded of just how pathetic my cock is.

“I’ve never seen anything like this! That’s really a cock?! How did you even feel it inside of you? Why did you let him inside of you? It’s so smooth! He shaves his little cocklet?You’re right, if girls had cocks, this is what they’d look like. ”

“Yes, it’s a real cock. She gets bigger when she’s hard, we use waxing strips to remove her pubic hair, and I fell in love with her before I knew how tiny her cock is.”

“Make her hard, I wanna see what we’re working with, haha.” This made me wince, but I remained there, holding my skirt up. Miss kissed me on the lips, and whispered in my ear that she was so proud of me. Her hand gently grazed across my crotch, and for the first time in months, I felt a stirring. She used two fingers like her friend did and slowly rubbed my cock. It grew fairly quickly, and within moments was at its full size, which was visibly smaller than when the cage was first put on. I whined at how truly useless my cock was. They measured again, just under 4 inches. And thin.

“Wow, he lost about a half an inch. From what I’ve read, it’ll eventually go back to its normal size. Now, Wolfie, pull your panties up and tell my friend why you are feminized.

“My cock is tiny, pathetic, and worthless, Miss. You knew I would be a better girl than a boy, so you made me into one.”

“And do you agree with Miss’s decision?”

“Yes, Miss. I failed you at being a man.”

“Do you regret letting me feminize you?”

“No, Miss.”

“Very good, Wolfie. Now that your three months are up, you don’t have to wear your cage any more. I can trust you to not touch yourself?”

“Yes, Miss. I promise to not touch myself.”

“Good girl. What do you think about Wolfie’s transformation?”

“Girl, you did an amazing job. She is so cute, her entire personality changed for the better, and he obeys every last word you tell him! But you had to do this, I think my clit is bigger than that. At least it’s adorable!”

Miss knelt down, pulled my panties up over my cock, and kissed it over the panties. The jolt of pleasure made me yelp.

“Does he sound like a girl when you fuck him?”

“Of course! He pushes back into me, too. He loves my cock!”

“Are you sure I can’t interest you in a night with Joe? His cock is 8 inches! You’ll be screaming!” My eyes darted up at her. Please, don’t, I thought. I want to be yours, and you be mine…

“Mmm, let me think about it. You’d take Wolfie for the night?”

“Absolutely! I wanna rock that little girl’s world, ” My thoughts raced. She’s really going to do it. And I’m going to be fucked by another woman. She said I should be ready for this, but I thought she was just scaring me…

They chatted for a bit longer while I did my chores and served snacks, and when her friend left, she said she wanted to talk to me. She gushed about how proud she was of my transformation, and reveled in what a good girl I was. She sat on my lap and began to furiously make out with me. I was immediately hard, and she giggled, while still kissing me. her hands raced from my chest, to my waist, and settled there. With one quick movement, my top was off, and bra shortly after. Oh god, I’m going to have sex! With Miss! She took her shirt off to reveal her amazing, small and perky breasts, and put my hands on them. I groped her feverishly, like my life depended on it. She stripped her pants off, pulled my skirt and panties down hurriedly, and wrapped her hand around my cock. She started pumping very slowly, and alarm bells went off that I was already getting close. She shuffled down and licked the underside of it, which sent shivers across my whole body. I was so intensely sensitive, and she could see it. She was loving it.

“Don’t worry, Wolfie. I don’t expect much from your cock. I’m just rewarding you for being so good today.”

“I… Love you, Miss! Thank you for staying with me. I would be lost and alone without you… ”

“Hmm, I love you too, Wolfie. You worked hard to change who you were. Don’t forget what you’ve learned, and don’t go back to who you were, and I will never let you go.”

Then to my astonishment, she guided my cock into her pussy, and I nearly lost it. I’d forgotten what her pussy felt like.

“Nope, still too small. Sorry, but you’ll have to stay my girlfriend.”

She started riding my cock very slowly, never lifting off of me, probably because she thought it would immediately slip out. I was focusing all of my energy on holding off, but it was quickly becoming futile. She could see it in my eyes, as she sped up slightly. I slipped over the edge, and began spilling inside of her. I cried out and moaned loudly. The orgasm rocked me to the foundation of my soul. I heard her moan in pleasure along with me, and she told me I filled her with so much cum, and that the sensation was turning her on. I got maybe 5 or 6 breaths in before she slid her pussy up to my face and nestled it down. My mouth was being filled with my cum! This made me unbelievably turned on. I hungrily licked and swallowed all the cum I could from inside of her as she rolled and rocked in pleasure. I was intoxicated from her sitting on my face, forcing me to swallow my own cum from inside her. I was hers. There was not a doubt in my mind. I’d never felt more complete and right where I belong.

After she had worked up 3 or 4 orgasms, she rolled off, and cuddled next to me, spent. I was lost in thought. I’d gotten to orgasm! I’d been working under the assumption that orgasms were lost to me, except from being fucked. But I’d really cum inside Miss! And her making me eat her creampie… not only did it not disgust me, it turned me on much more than anything I’d ever done. I loved that woman, that perfect Goddess among mortals. I craved her pleasure. I wanted more than anything for her to bask in earth shattering orgasms. She deserved a real cock, a big cock, from a real man. I came inside her in less than 30 seconds, and didn’t moan once, until I came. I rolled over and asked if I could ask her something.

“Sure, Wolfie, what is it?”

“…You deserve a real man’s cock. You deserve the pleasure one can give you that I can’t. I love you and I am eternally devoted to you… So… Please, if you want… please fuck a real man.”

“Mmm, you silly girl. I told you you’d be begging me to fuck another man.” She smiled, satisfied.

“You were right, Miss… I’m sorry my cock is pathetic. The least I can do is encourage you to fuck a real cock.”

“I could have, and if I wanted to, I would have by now. I can say without a doubt, that you’re totally feminized, Wolfie. You’re my girlfriend, and some day my wife, because I love you. Because I love you, I know you better than you know yourself. Let me ask you honestly, do you want to be a man again? Now’s your chance. But if you stay a girl, I’ll leave your cage off. Your cock’s the perfect size for panties.”

This question took me totally by surprise. Did I? No. My anxiety and depression have totally gone away, I have a purpose, finally. I feel sexy, and not weighed down by society’s views on my tiny cock. I don’t even have to wear the cage any more! Then again, it’s basically served its purpose. I’m totally submissive to Miss. I WANT to be submissive to her. I shook my head.

“Then it’s settled. You’re a girl, my girl now and always. Now, to celebrate… You want to ride my cock?”

At least his orgasms and erections, anyway. And maybe not forever, but certainly for a long, long time. I’ve decided to let my husband write this from his point of view, so here’s my first ever guest post. Meet Mr K!

The End?

Hi everyone, I’m Mistress Jenna’s husband, and I have a message for all those who submit to her: don’t annoy her, ever…

Last night was great. Mistress was feeling great, I was feeling great, and we had some spontaneous sex. I was very horny because I hadn’t had any orgasms for a few weeks. I wasn’t locked in chastity or anything. We actually don’t have me locked for very long periods to be honest. Usually I’m just on the “honour” system, with the occasional lockup for a few days or maybe a week when it’s either a punishment or a buildup to something.

I won’t go into too much detail, but I spent most of it pleasuring her and it was out of this world. I love to give her orgasms. Very often that’s all our sex life is, but last night she was feeling like it was time for me to have one too. She had me insert a butt plug and teased me with her mouth all over my body. By this point I was already a quivering wreck, but she was about to be even more generous – she was actually going to let me inside her. The last time I was allowed inside her was February. As you can guess, sex with her is a real treat for me. I think she can go without it because she sometimes has other boyfriends and also because I’m not very well endowed. (Some of you bought a photo set of her measuring me and some visualisations of how I compare to one of her subs.)

When she slid onto me, I already could feel myself dangerously close to the edge. I didn’t want it to be over quickly because it’s such a rare treat. She felt so great… Mmm… I’m going to remember this for a long time! She could tell I was close straight away, and she didn’t want me to finish so quickly because, well, it’s not very often it happens and who wants a quick lay? So she warned me “If you come without permission you’re going into chastity for a month.” I let out a minor protest because I knew it would be difficult to control myself, so she immediately retorted “Make that two months.” No more protests from me.

But she could tell. As she slowly rode my penis up and down just a few times, she could see it in my eyes that I wasn’t going to last. The rare feeling of sex, plus the threat of chastity, plus the butt plug was all pushing me way too close. So out came the characteristic cruelty of Mistress Jenna – she started stimulating my extremely sensitive nipples which immediately sent me over the edge.

The orgasm was incredible. I don’t think I’ve been that loud in years! I was quite literally screaming in pleasure. All this despite lasting less than a minute inside my Mistress. Wow, it was so good. But then it was over, and I could tell Jenna was not impressed with the performance. We cleaned up and went downstairs for the rest of the evening, with me promising to lock myself up a bit later and give her the key.

Jenna went to bed earlier than me, so I didn’t end up giving her the key once I locked myself in the cage. I then went to bed. Now, anyone who has experienced chastity overnight will have almost certainly experienced the pain that can sometimes come with it, especially on the first night when your body isn’t quite used to it. At about 4 or 5am the nocturnal erections were tugging on my balls so much that I caved in and unlocked myself, thinking that Jenna wouldn’t mind if I locked myself up again in the morning. What can I say – I was wrong.

I woke up and once Mistress found out I had unlocked myself without her permission, she got very annoyed. I misjudged that one for sure. I felt really bad. I locked myself back up again and did chores and felt guilty all morning. We had a friend visiting (who is still here), so when Jenna got back to the house with her, I handed Jenna my keys rather sheepishly.

“Are these the only keys?” she asked. I nodded. She boldly strode outside into our garden. I was already nervous and confused. Without skipping a beat, she threw the keys far, far away into some bushes and bramble completely inaccessible from our property. Even if I found the right neighbour to ask if I could climb through into this strange unclaimed area, I don’t think I’d have much of a chance of finding the keys.

I’m just standing there, wide eyed and speechless. I am so shocked. My stomach sinks. They’re seriously gone, and this padlock is staying on forever (or so I thought in my silly panic). Did she just eliminate my sex life? Is she serious about going this far? Fuck… I honestly don’t know how to describe how terrified I was right then. I’m in this cage for good.

Of course, a few minutes later I realised that nothing is inescapable. When the time comes, we’ll have to use a hacksaw or bolt cutters or something to remove the padlock. The point of doing it was twofold: first, it was so neither of us will be able to take the cage off “on a whim.” (Her words.) No more midnight unlockings; no more removals for spontaneous sex. Second, the theatrics demonstrated how she felt about my behaviour and how my pleasure means nothing to her for the foreseeable future.

So here I am. There are a few steps when it comes to experiencing chastity. The first step is just wearing it and feeling that your penis is inaccessible to you. A further step is to do something like posting the keys to yourself or freezing them in ice so you can’t just unlock yourself straight away, but ultimately you’re still in control. A huge step is giving your keys to someone else. And this morning was a further step again. Because at least when Mistress held my keys, I could often (and often not) persuade her to let me out for some reason or other. This significantly reduces the chances of me being able to persuade her, because I would have to sustain it long enough for one of us to go and buy the tools and actually go through with the removal.

I feel utterly trapped. I have no idea how long I’m going to have this cage on for. I know she kept one of her online slaves locked in chastity for 100 days, so I’m very scared. Although she has made me go two months without an orgasm in the past, I’ve never been locked for anywhere near that long before.

Yes, I’m scared, I’m nervous, and I’m the most sexually aroused I’ve been in a very long time…

A long-term subservient husband to a dominant female, In chastity since 2006 and permanent chastity since 2008. Now a cuckold to my wife/mistress and her girlfriend Anna – who I will also serve in a polyamorous relationship ruled by our Goddess who is also my wife/mistress.

This is a great post and the pictures of the whole process of shrinking your penis totally mirror mine. In addition to really shrinking the penis with a small cage, leaving the cage on for months or years means your body totally “learns” that erections are painful and after a number of months, my body actually has given up ever trying to get an erection. Not only is my dick now tiny, it continues to atrophy and who knows what it will look like in a few more years. From Her standpoint, the smaller the better and I do like not having much of a “package” as workouts and swimming are much better with a tiny dick and cage.

She likes to shop on Saturdays and She likes to have me scrub and clean the entire house!

Be careful what you ask for. 12 years later and 10+ years of permanent chastity, there’s no going back.

You have come a long way sweetie, after a year in a cage, you can’t even get that pathetic little cock of yours hard anymore…. soon we will no longer need to keep it locked up, I dare say another six moths will do the trick… Now thank me for giving you the privilege of taking your masculinity away…

It’s funny but even though mine has shrunk over the past 10-12 years to be barely a nub that never gets hard, we both prefer to be in a steel cage with a PA piercing for complete control. I feel utterly uncomfortable without it.

There doesn’t seem to be any side effects to being caged for a dozen years. Our doctor, who has been part of the equation all along, pays close attention and says if I don’t mind the fact that I have a completely shrunken tiny penis that will probably never get an erection, nothing is wrong.

Once Her orgasms became our orgasms everything fell into place and we both loved permanent chastity.

Question for all you in long term chastity. I have seen several post that indicate that your penis will shrink if you keep in long term chastity. I can’t get a smaller cage if I wanted too. My princess yell that my penis was shrinking.

Mine has shrunk very noticeably over 10 years. The key is no orgasms ever and once morning woodnslows down and stops, go to smaller and smaller cages. Started with 3.5” cage. Now don’t fill 1” cage.

In the morning, my slave gets up first and makes me breakfast. He awakens me by slowly kissing my feet.

After I am awake, he slowly licks me to orgasm. It is a wonderful way to start the day. While I eat breakfast, Roger prepares my bath. Then he bathes me, does my hair and paints my toenails. My slave sees me off to work the same way he welcomed me, on his knees, naked and kissing my feet.

I hope this has been an inspiration to women out there who want to have the good life. I have never been happier, and neither has my slave/husband.

Try it, Take Control…

Thanks to Oracle and FemaleSupremacy

Even more to the point when the husband/slave is in permanent chastity. There’s absolutely nothing I won’t do to please Our Goddess.

At some point mine became completely useless. My erogenous zones are my nipples and my anus. My tongue is my most useful organ.

He woke up this morning extremely horny, way more so than usual, with wet boxers. He had a nocturnal emission I guess you could say. Not unexpected, he’s had no kind of release in just over 9 weeks – no milking or ruined, nothing. He did have his chastity tube on but that won’t prevent something like this – not sure anything really would.

So the question is – do I count that as his release and start the clock over at zero? He has no memory and obviously was still desperate to cum. Or do I keep going with it as if it didn’t count and continue to call it 9+ weeks of complete denial?

And the humiliation! (as if telling thousands of people he jizzed in his sleep doesn’t count…). He woke me up to tell me like a good boy and he paid for it. I told him that he is apparently a 12yr old boy now so he must make his voice crack when he talks to me today (and I will call him at work to make sure others can hear him). I also made him put his underwear in his mouth and suck them clean. Milked, ruined, or a nocturnal oops, he still has to clean his mess.

When you are in permanent chastity the question doesn’t apply but everything else does – especially cleaning up the mess.

When I embraced submission to the point of Her orgasms becoming my orgasm, wonderful things happened. I actually felt Her orgasm inside my groin. I drained significantly. I tingled and my skin became very sensitive. It was fantastic. Now, when I’m horny I beg for the chance to please Her and, of course, She has me do whatever else She wants to tease and delay. But soon, my willingness to please Her wins out and I get to take Her to Her happy place, sometimes over and over.

I don’t know if I could handle 6 months of strict chastity but I think it’s awesome that you have restricted him in this way, amongst all the other restrictions you have placed on him. And the cuckold… wow!!! May I ask how long you plan to keep him locked without orgasm? Do you cuckold him often? CBT? Humiliation? Feminization?

A little secret: Kyle didn’t think he could go 6 months without orgasm either. No one ever does. But once that lock clicks shut, what you think you can do is irrelevant. What you want to happen is irrelevant.

A common mistake subs make is to think that chastity is all about how long they can go without orgasm. That’s not true. It’s not a sub’s challenge at all. It’s the Domme’s challenge to see how long she can go without giving him one – and I’ve always loved a challenge

Currently, I have no plans to ever allow Kyle another orgasm ever again. His orgasms don’t benefit me at all – in fact they rob me of my obedient, desperate-to-please buff slave.

Now, let me think … which do I want more? One of those – a devoted man who hangs on my every word, obeys my every command, worships the ground I walk on, and regards me as literally the only woman in the entire world… or a drooling selfish masterbater and a big sticky mess for ME to clean up because he’s passed out from HIS pleasure, followed by weeks of disobedience while I wait for his desperation to impress me to build back up to more pleasing levels?

Yeah, he’s not getting another orgasm.

When She reaches this point and conclusion, you will never orgasm again. At least a penile type.

More than 10 years and She still enjoys experimenting and moving down the path of a female dominant relationship.

flr-feminist-couple asked: Wow, so you never had orgasm since 2008? That is impressive! My soon to be hubby is very very far from you in controlling him, but I will change that over time 🙂

There was one crazy night about 3-4 year ago when She tied me firmly to the bed, removed the caged and blew me (She was way drunk) and then “snowballed” me. I was so cranky for ten days after that She swore that was the last time – and I’m sure it was. Anal orgasms though are different. They drain me, amuse Her and don’t seem to cause the same dopamine crash. Good luck in the discipline. She discovered training me was an”3-legged stool”. One leg is permanent chastity. A second is physical discipline – chores, expectations, immediate discipline for failure to meet expectations and maintenance spankings to make sure I know She is boss. Pegging is the 3rd leg and while physically pleasing to me, it’s clearly a domination thing. It takes all 3 in good measure to put and keep me in the right place. I now crave Her leadership and guidance. It makes my life much better although I’m not sure I would have believed it 8 years ago. Good luck and I would enjoy hearing about your progress down this wonderful path.