True to my word, I put david through his paces today.

I called out to him: “david! Time for your first premie training!”

“Awwww!” he said.

Ignoring him, I told him to undress and come down to the living room. He asked why the living room? couldn’t we just do it in the bedroom? I told him the bedroom is a place for fun sex, not for training. We needed a different room and the living room would do fine. He’s always worried that somebody might see him when he’s in the living room because of the large picture windows. Nobody is near us, so it’s unlikely, though certainly not impossible. I was not concerned, anyways.

“But I might make a mess down there…” he complained. I told him there will be no “messes”. But just to be sure I would put a towel down on the floor for him to stand on.

I got a dark blue towel and put it down in the middle of the living room. Eventually he will blow a load, I am sure of it, ideally when Sue is there to see it, and I want his spunk to stand out against the dark blue background for the added shame factor.

I set up my folding chair and placed it right beside the towel. I also had my hairbrush, some lube, and my iPhone with a timer app on it. I also had an extra item that I kept hidden, but thought I would use later to humiliate him further.

david came down bare as a baby and looking quite sheepish. I had him stand on one end of the towel and I told him not to move from that spot.

I then instructed him as follows. “Ok baby, the whole idea is for you to rub yourself and last longer and longer each time. Today I want you to last one minute, three times in a row. If you need to stop, you ask my permission, ok? If I give you permission, then you can stop, but you’ll get a good hairbrushing to your rear-end afterwards. If you need me to clamp your cock, you need to ask me that also, ok? Next time we’ll go longer.”

I then dribbled lube over his penis and hand and told him to grab it in one hand, and his balls in the other. I have seen him masturbate before and I know he favours tugging on his balls as he rubs his penis. “Make it hard first” I told him. He started rubbing himself gently.

When he was hard, I started the one-minute countdown timer and said “Go! Faster and harder, baby. It’s useless if you don’t get close each time.” He sped up. Boy can his hand ever move fast when he wants it to. It was like greased lightning!

The timer went off with a big “BONG!” He made it!

“Good boy! I’m so proud of you! Is my little premie turning into a big strong man? Why can’t you last that long when you’re in my pussy? Can you do that again for Mommy?” I asked him.

He blushed and nodded.

I started the timer again and said “Go!” This time, as he was rubbing, I gave him a little spank on his cute wiggly backside.

“Oh no don’t!” he said, but kept rubbing.

I continued spanking him very lightly all over his bottom despite his girlish protests. About 30 seconds in it came: “I need to stop.”

“Keep rubbing.” I told him.

“No, please! I really need to stop. Please!”

“Stop! Hands at your sides!” I said.

he immediately put his hands at his sides and wiggled up a storm, squeezing his legs together and hunching over.

“Do you need my hand?” I asked him.

“No. I don’t think so.” he said as he relaxed a bit.

“Ok, you were about 20 seconds shy that time. That’s 20 spanks. Are you ready for number three?” I asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered.

I put some more lube on his hand, and started him going again. This time I walked in front of him and told him “Look at me!” As his eyes came up to mine I started slowly undoing the buttons on my blouse. I had a lacy bra on. I grabbed my tit and shoved it out towards him. I then peeled my bra back and let him see my left nipple. I moved it towards him and squeezed it just in front of his face.

“Oh! Oh!” he said. How gratifying my boy still gets turned on by something as simple as my bare breast, even after all that porn he looks at on the Internet.

“I think I might need to stop.” he suggested.

“Not yet!” I told him, “that’s just 30 seconds. Keep going. Imagine you’re banging my cunt hard like a real man and …”

“No! Please! I NEED to stop!”

I love the begging most of all.

“Stop. Hands at your sides!”

I could see a drop of pre-cum oozing from his tip.

I didn’t want him to cum this first time!

“Do you need my hand?” I asked urgently.

“YES!” he said between clenched teeth.

I grabbed his cock hard around its base. He spasmed in my hand and yelled out. He seemed in a bit of pain. But nothing more came out the tip.

“Will something come out if I let go?” I asked.

“I think so…” he said.

“Put your hand in front to catch it.”

I let the pressure off, and a bit of a mix of clear and milky cum oozed out from the tip into his waiting hand.

“Not impressive.” I told him.

“Sorry…” he said.

“I won’t give you the strap this time,” I told him, “because it wasn’t a real ejaculation. But that was very close. If I hadn’t been fast enough you would have cum all over my living room and then you would have been bent over the back of that sofa bare-assed and balls out and had your legs and ass strapped black and blue. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” he repeated, still holding his pre-jizz in his hand.

“We’ll call that 20 seconds shy again, but I’m tripling it because of your leaky cock. Any complaints?”

“No Ma’am,” he said.

“Put that in your mouth and hold it in there. I’ll make you spit it out into the sink after your spanking, and if I don’t see cum in your spit, you’ll get another spanking.”

I went to the kitchen to get a washcloth. I came back and cleaned the lube and whatever else off his hands, penis, balls, and between his legs. He stood there not saying a word, holding his mouthful.

Then I sat on the chair and pulled him across my lap for his hairbrush spanking. There was no warm-up at all. I gave him his 80 spanks hard but taking my time, reddening his ass quite thoroughly. Some of the spanks would have made him yell, but with his mouth holding tightly onto his mess it only came out as a muffled scream. I have learned how to spank hard with that hairbrush, and in sensitive places.

As I spanked I scolded him for being a bad boy. A bad premie. Not a real man at all. Not able to use his cock properly to please a woman. That’s why you’re being spanked like a little boy, I told him, across my knee like a child. A real man wouldn’t let his wife spank him like this. A real man would throw his woman across his knee and spank the shit out of her. But you’re not a real man, are you? You’re more like the woman in this relationship, aren’t you?

“mmmph…” he said, unable to speak with his mouth closed.

“Oh swallow that down!” I said impatiently.

He gulped and swallowed and then said “no…”

I thought that was ironic, given he had just swallowed a mouthful of jizz.

“Oh YES you are the woman!” I said. “And you better admit it if you want this spanking to EVER end. Now who is the woman in this relationship?”

“you are,” he said defiantly. What a brat! Brat wants her little bottom paddled I guess.

I started spanking very hard and very fast, including really hard ones to the backs of his thighs.

“I am! I am! I am!” he said.

I paused my spanking. “You are what?” I asked.

“I am the woman in our relationship!” he finally blurted out.

“Say it in a nice womanly high-pitched voice.” I demanded, rubbing the hard wood around on his beaten-up bum-cheeks.

“I am the woman in our relationship.” he repeated an octave higher. Ha Ha!

“Stand up.” I told him, stopping his punishment. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of lacy pink panties. “Put these on, woman.” I ordered him.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them up his legs. I’ve made him wear panties before, but this time he looked like he was going to cry.

I took him by the ear and led him to the corner, pushing his nose deeply into it. “Ten minutes in your panties, hands at our sides. No rubbing. No touching yourself. Think about why you’re being punished tonight, and why you’re standing there in panties. Think about how you’re going to do better next time.”

I was very stern with him. I am good at that when I want to be.

After his time was up I went to get him and give him a big hug. I acted very happy, and very grateful that he had agreed to is training. I told him that I hoped I was not too hard on him with the humiliation talk and that he did not take it in a mean way. It was just part of the training program the women on the discussion forum advocated.

“Maybe we could skip that part next time?” he suggested.

“Did I hurt your feelings, baby?” I asked.

“A little, yeah.” He answered.

“It’s just part of the training. Don’t take it so seriously! I think it’s an important part. Next time you’ll know I’m not serious about it. I’m just trying to help you is all. Ok?”

“I guess so.” he said.

“And I thought training you was super hot!” I added. “It made me horny. Now take me upstairs and ravish me with your tounge, baby! I know you’re a real man when it comes to that!”

And you know what? He was.

This is our latest toy and it has moved to the front of the line to be my favorite. It is so easy to put on and take off and gives my Queen so much control. The best part is that she controls it from her phone. We had a cheap version previously but with having a separate remote I always knew when to expect her to use it. This one I have no idea. And it reaches almost the whole house. So no matter where I am she can make it beep, vibrate or shock me. I have been wearing it every day since we got it and just putting it on makes me drip. The random shocks to come make me grin a bit as well. Luckily she has been nice with it and keeps the level low…….so far. I love how she can use it to call me or correct me at any moment. It’s small enough I could wear it anywhere as well. Hopefully she allows me to wear it out and more often like we have been. Every time I see her on her phone(which is a lot) I tense a bit thinking it could be coming. When I’m in the kitchen she can shock me to come to her. Just today I was in the other room and I felt a shock. A shock means I need to come to here now so I walked over and she was on the couch with her boots up. I immediately dropped to my knees, kissed the toe of each boot and removed them. I was starting to drip more than that should have caused. I was in love. More than the moment before. I see her taking this control with it and it makes me weak in my knees. It’s what I have always craved but never thought I would have. She also set the vibrate to mean she loves me and the tone is still undecided. I love that the vibrate means that. She can touch me without touching me. Even in a room by myself. It truly is a great toy with more possibilities than the pet store could imagine. I love you my Queen

My Mistress keeps me locked up & says my cock is pathetic & has no use for such a small tiny thing

Which brings me to the current state of affairs. In brief, my wife hasn’t released me since she locked me up on September 13. As I write this on March 14, I have now been locked up in my cage for over six months, and I have no idea of when I will be released, if ever.

In the past, I wore my chastity device more or less all the time, but I was frequently released for bicycling, and she occasionally released me so she could shave my genitals and play with my penis. The longest I went between releases was probably three or four weeks. In comparison, I now haven’t been able to touch or even see my penis in over six months.

When my wife was still occasionally playing with my penis, my releases were always on Sunday afternoons. Now Sunday afternoons are reserved for me to service her. I perform cunnilingus on her while she plays with my testicles. Once I bring her to an orgasm, she rolls onto her side and I begin applying my tongue to her anus. When she finally tires of my attention, she will bring me right up to the edge of an orgasm before signaling the session is over. She also continues to play with me most nights before we sleep.

Since my September lockup, her treatment of my testicles has gotten even rougher. She usually doesn’t spend very much time gently stroking them. Instead, she pulls on them harder and sinks her fingernails deeper into my skin than ever before. When she reaches down with both hands, I know I am about to be put through a major workout. Some mornings, the skin around the back of my scrotal ring still burns from the treatment I received the night before. Although I sometimes jerk around and wince in pain while she is tormenting me, I’m always disappointed when she quits. I prefer rough treatment to being ignored sexually.

I have spent some time wondering why she appears to enjoy treating me so roughly when it seems so contrary to her nature. I don’t know if the rough play provides some sort of catharsis for her or if it serves as a means for achieving revenge for the frustrations and irritations I cause her. Perhaps she simply enjoys the control she experiences while I am grunting and struggling to pull away from her grasp. It has also occurred to me that she treats me roughly because she has learned from several years of experience that my genitals respond best to that kind of treatment. For one thing, the risk of an unintended orgasm seems to be considerably lower when the play is rough. In any case, she has become very skilled at playing with me for extended periods without causing an orgasm. If she gives me an orgasm, it is by design—there are no accidents.

During the past six months, she has given me four orgasms, and all four were ruined. Indeed, she has become an expert at producing ruined orgasms. She works me over until I am in an unstoppable frenzy, and then she pulls her hand away from my balls the exact moment before I begin to ejaculate—leaving my penis to twitch and spurt away from inside its steel cage. I don’t know if she has read anything about how unsatisfying and frustrating a ruined orgasm is for a man or if she actually thinks she is rewarding me with a pleasurable experience. I suspect she thinks of them as simply a way of emptying my balls without much concern for my pleasure.

My most memorable recent orgasm occurred on New Year’s Eve. When we went to bed after welcoming the new year, she treated my testicles rougher than usual. Using both hands, she dug her nails deep into my scrotum and pulled on my testicles so hard I thought she was trying to rip them off. When I ejaculated, it went all over the sheets and her nightgown, but it was ruined! I didn’t know if I should interpret the orgasm as a New Year’s gift or as an assertion of her control.

Last night, as we were sitting down for a couple of drinks before dinner, my wife and I got into another discussion about chastity. During the conversation, she stated that she was no longer going to be letting me out of my chastity device and she wouldn’t be giving me any more orgasms. She said that she had decided that this past fall because we always got along better when I was horny. I responded that we had been getting along better lately, but she quickly countered, “That’s because you are horny! If I give you an orgasm, you will go back to treating me like crap for the next two weeks!”

I was a bit stunned, and a mix of feelings flooded my mind. I felt a bit angry and resentful, but I also felt excited and full of love and respect for my beautiful wife. Meanwhile, my penis began struggling to become erect inside its cage. Later, while we watched some television, it was difficult to concentrate on the programs, and I didn’t sleep very well last night.

When we went to bed, she gently played with my balls while we continued to talk. I asked if she was serious about what she had said about not letting me out of my cage and giving me orgasms, and she said she was. I told her that I had been wondering if she had intended for the big blow job she gave me in July to serve as one last hurrah before my penis was permanently confined to its cage. She said that she hadn’t intended it that way initially, but that is how it had turned out. She explained that now I was able to wear my device indefinitely, our relationship was able to evolve to the next stage.

Even before we started our experiments with chastity, she had begun to move us away from a male-dominated sexuality centered on the penis to a female-dominated sexuality in which the penis plays no role. The logical extension of this progression would seem to be permanent chastity and a complete denial of the penis. (Wow, this is starting to sound Freudian!)

She began by moving us away from male-dominated sexual intercourse. We started having intercourse less frequently, and when we did, she was the one on top and in control. Eventually, we quit having much intercourse at all, and she seemed to be compensating me for that concession by playing more and more with my penis. As she did, she started teaching me that she could provide me greater pleasure if I delayed and denied my orgasms so I could last longer and perform more often. At some point, I found myself trying to please her by mastering the lessons she was giving me. I remember on several occasions, going into the bathroom after successfully resisting her attempts to make me ejaculate. As I walked away from the bed, I was grinning from ear to ear about the stud I had become, capable of finishing sex while still sporting a huge erection. (Talk about male hubris.)

After several months of orgasm denial, the natural next step was chastity play. Although I was the one who suggested experimenting with chastity, she was eagerly receptive to the idea, and before we had gained much experience with a CB-6000, she was urging me to purchase a secure Lori’s stainless steel device. (What a schmuck. I didn’t realize it then, but she was playing me like a violin.)

Shortly after we acquired a well-fitting steel device, I was wearing it 24/7 except when on my bike. Initially, she would release me once a month for a genital shave and some play. Usually after the shave, she would play with my penis until I ejaculated or, less frequently, she would replace my scrotal ring, mount me, and order me to lie still while she fucked me. With each session, her treatment of my penis grew harsher. I have described that treatment in earlier posts. Suffice it to say that both masturbation and intercourse became increasingly painful for me, and eventually I began having trouble achieving an adequate erection. After all, if my penis can no longer serve its purpose, nothing is lost by locking it up.

From her perspective, she was eliminating unwanted intercourse and penis play from our sexual repertoire. On the other hand, she would sensuously stroke my testicles while I licked her pussy or asshole. As thickheaded as I may be, I realized even then that she was eroticizing those activities by conditioning me to associate them with my own pleasure. Nowadays, I am genuinely disappointed when she isn’t in the mood to be serviced.

It is a little difficult for me to believe my wife is as devious as a thoughtful review of events suggests. However, it seems her actions, even before we began experimenting with chastity, have been consistent with an overall plan of moving us from frequent sexual intercourse to permanent chastity. Of course, I’m not sure she is interesting in keeping me locked up forever, but with no further need to release me for cycling, she now has her first meaningful opportunity to pursue that option. I don’t know when my next release may be, but I am actually hoping she might let me out this weekend to thank me for finally being able to ride my bike without taking off my device. Beyond that, I expect I will be released once or twice within the next few months, but I think I can probably count on an end to my releases before long. After all, the easiest solution for her is to lock up my penis and forget it exists, and I suspect that is where we are headed.

After wearing a custom-made metal chastity device almost full-time for the past five years, our sex life has evolved to where I clearly understand which activities are permissible and how my wife will respond to my attention. In fact, the permissible activities and rewards can be summarized quite neatly in the following table. As you can see, we participate in a fair variety of activities, all of which result in identical outcomes for me. Anything else is pretty rare.

My wife doesn’t like me sticking my tongue too deep into her mouth, and she has little tolerance for breast or nipple play. She usually responds by sinking her fingernails deep into my scrotum and pulling on my balls like she is trying to tear them off. The offending behavior quickly ceases.

You may find that if you are patient, your wife’s play will become rougher over time. My wife is not particularly sadistic by nature, but her play has definitely become a lot rougher. She used to softly stroke and tease my balls. Now she is more into digging her nails into my scrotum and perineum, scratching and pinching, and pulling and squeezing my balls. She doesn’t like me talking to her about chastity or how she treats me, and I try not to top from the bottom. When she is working me over, I try to keep my mouth shut, but I cannot help but let out a little yelp once in a while. I suspect she sometimes pushes me to see how far she can go before I make a sound or try pulling away. Of course, as long as I keep quiet and continue to take it, she thinks she can keep torturing me. She also receives positive feedback from my body’s response and the improvement in my demeanor after one of our sessions.

After several years of chastity play, she has learned a lot about how my body responds to various techniques. I am sure she knows that I am more responsive and she can play with me longer when she treats me roughly. In fact, when she plays really rough by sinking her nails in deep and pulling hard on my balls for a couple minutes, it is like a switch is turned off, and she then can play with me indefinitely without having to worry about my penis getting too excited and ejaculating accidentally. But I also think she simply enjoys having control over me as I squirm and struggle to pull away from her grasp.

Last night, my wife and I engaged in an extended make-out session, but she didn’t give my genitals as much as a touch. Daybreak found me quite horny, with my penis pressing firmly against the inside of its cage. I tried providing myself a little stimulation by pressing my cage and balls up against my wife’s soft behind, and I was hoping she might be willing to play a while before starting her day. However, those hopes were dashed when she informed me that she had something she wanted to get done before leaving for her morning yoga class. I walked frustrated and naked into the kitchen to start breakfast. My penis was dripping, and there was precum sticking to my leg. Chastity with no planned release is profoundly different than chastity with occasional releases.

“Profoundly different” is putting it quite mildly. ESPECIALLY when she ceases to touch your penis or balls…perpetually. Welcome to my life.
You may soon find your main sources of pleasure to be at her service however she deems fit, the privelage of helping to produce her orgasms or witness them while she masturbates or the helpless feeling of your locked dripping, penis soaking your underwear pressed against her rump as you drift off in frustration. Perhaps if you are lucky or unlucky depending upon how you view it, she will indulge or exploit dark, repressed fetishes and fantasies within you which you may have shared with her and have you so hard up for physical pleasure that you begin to play with anal plugs and dildos with ever increasing frequency and find yourself touching your nipples whenever you get the chance. You may even grow to CRAVE these things as I do. Wait until your first anal orgasm.

She seems to genuinely enjoy tormenting my testicles though, and I can’t see her wanting to stop that. On the other hand, she has never enjoyed playing with my penis, and she would just as soon lock it up and forget it. Before we started chastity play, she used to stroke my penis just short of an orgasm almost every night just before we went to sleep. She says she did that just to please me, and she resented it. I can see now that we were already moving away from sexual intercourse, and she thought she had to play with my penis as compensation for that. Chastity was the perfect solution for her—she no longer needed to engage in intercourse or pay tribute to my penis. Now that it is caged, she never touches it except when she occasionally lets it out for a little play, and that has become more and more infrequent. Given I no longer need my device removed for cycling, I expect her to continue increasing the time between other releases. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if she quits releasing me altogether. She probably sees no purpose in either of us having access to my penis. Lately, whenever she thinks my balls need emptying, she doesn’t go to the trouble of releasing me. She simply milks my testicles until I have a ruined orgasm. She acts as though she is doing me a favor, but a ruined orgasm inside a cage certainly doesn’t compare to intercourse, a blow job, or even a lousy hand job. So, yes, I can easily imagine that we are quickly approaching the point after which my device is no longer removed—permanent chastity, I guess.

I have been wearing a custom-built stainless steel chastity device for almost four years. Prior to obtaining the stainless steel device, we experimented with acrylic and silicone devices for about a year. For the first year and a half that I wore the stainless steel device, we followed a series of three six-month chastity agreements. At the end of 2012, my wife informed me that she planned on keeping my penis locked up but that our relationship would no longer be subject to an agreement. Since then, she has made all decisions regarding our sex life and my chastity.

I basically wear my chastity device full-time year round. There have only been a few exceptions. Because my wife is uncomfortable about packing my device in our luggage, we do not bring it with us when we travel by air. During those trips, we may engage in some light petting, but there is no sex, and she will not touch my genitals. She expects me to resume wearing the device as soon as we return home. On a couple occasions, we arrived home very late at night, and I was a bit timid about asking her to lock me up again. Exhausted from the trip, and enjoying having my penis free (I liked having erections!), I ended up postponing my surrender for several days. That was a mistake, and I was punished. Now when we return from a trip, I immediately ask her to lock me up, no matter how late it might be.

However, she believes that she is not obligated to do anything she doesn’t want, and she makes it clear that I will never have sex with her again unless I continue to wear my device, and she refuses to touch me, or let me touch her, when I’m not wearing it. Recently, she told me that I will only rarely experience sexual intercourse in the future, and when we have intercourse, she will always be on top. I will never again be allowed to fuck her.

She has always enjoyed petting much more than I, and since I have been locked up, we regularly begin our bedtime with a few minutes of kissing and touching. Unless she is too tired, or she is annoyed with me for something I did earlier in the day, the petting usually leads to her playing with my testicles. If it doesn’t, I know she is in the mood for me to focus my attention on her feet or her anus. In the past, when she played with my balls, her touches were gentle and sensuous, but they have become quite a bit rougher over time. She usually digs her fingernails deep into the base of my scrotum and repeated tugs hard on my balls. When she begins using both hands on me, it can be difficult to take, but I have learned to enjoy and look forward to this torture.

My wife doesn’t like having her pussy eaten more than once a week, and that usually occurs on the basement couch on Saturday nights. I kneel naked on my hands and knees while she lies back against a pillow. These sessions have evolved to become more and more about worshipping her and focusing exclusively on her needs. She used to stroke my back and softly play with my testicles, but lately she seldom touches me. Once we’ve finished and gone to bed, she quickly kisses me goodnight and rolls over to sleep.

When we used to follow a chastity agreement, she would shave off my pubic hair once a month. Once she finished, she might masturbate me by hand for twenty or thirty minutes. Whether she gave me an orgasm or not would depend on how well she thought I had behaved over the past month. If she thought I deserved it, she might even climb onto my penis and ride me to an orgasm. However, once our last chastity agreement expired, she no longer felt obligated to perform this monthly ritual. She generally doesn’t think I deserve to be shaved, and she has only shaved me or given me an orgasm a couple times over the past year or so. When she has shaved me, she has roughed up the skin on my penis so the aftershave will burn, and any masturbation or intercourse has been pretty uncomfortable for me.

Most of my orgasms occur while she is playing with my testicles and my penis is locked up in its cage. Once she senses that I am about to ejaculate, she quits touching me, thus ensuring that the orgasm is ruined. Some of these orgasms are accidental. However, she has become quite skilled at avoiding unintentional orgasms, and she may give me a ruined orgasm just to drain the semen out of my balls. She is often able to give me a “dry orgasm”—my penis begins a series of involuntary spasms, as if it were ejaculating, but no semen emerges and I don’t experience the pleasure of a climax. Sometimes when we play, she will milk me for a few minutes by softly stroking my perineum, but we don’t have dedicated milking sessions.

My wife enjoys lying on her stomach in bed while I massage her all the way down from her shoulders to her feet. When I massage her feet, I lick them, and I lick and suck her toes. Over the course of a week, I spend a lot of time licking her anus with my tongue. Because she only allows me to eat her pussy once a week, ass worship often serves as a ritual substitute for worshipping her cunt.

Although chastity can keep me at a high level of excitement (and frustration) for days, it is difficult to always meet my wife’s expectations, especially when I am tired or busy at the office. Because I seem to be unable to work hard enough to earn additional orgasms, one could conclude that I receive as many orgasms as I deserve, or as many as I really desire. I miss fucking my wife, and simple things like experiencing erections or just touching my penis, but the overall pleasure I receive from having my penis locked up probably exceeds the pleasure I enjoyed when we engaged in conventional sex. My wife believes that male chastity is superior to ordinary sex. But it represents a different path, and the male cannot hope to experience its benefits fully without choosing to leave the ordinary behind.

These quotes exactly mirror my/our situation! The long-term chastity experience seems to be changing my wife’s reaction to oral worship. [Penetration is a thing of the past]. She told me this morning that the orgasm was great and different and described it in detail to me, something she’s never really done before. Perhaps she is emphasizing that she is getting all the orgasms! I think though that her relaxation during sex and ability to concentrate entirely on her own body’s reactions is more to do with it and she is just enjoying it. I also think that seeing me always wearing the device gives her a frisson of excitement. Her pleasure is giving me great pleasure too.

Saturday evening, after we finished watching television, my wife lay on the couch in front of the fireplace. As usual, I stripped off my clothes and kneeled naked on my hands and knees before her. I started massaging and licking her feet and toes, eventually working my way up her legs to her pussy. I spent the next twenty or thirty minutes performing cunnilingus on her. She eventually had a powerful orgasm, at which point she lifted her legs up and back so her knees were bent over her chest. Once she begins to orgasm, I know to quit touching her. I gave her a few moments to recover, after which I gently kissed and stroked her legs and buttocks. Then I silently picked up my clothes and walked up the steps to our bedroom. On this particular evening, she never once touched me, and after we climbed into bed, she simply kissed me goodnight and rolled over. If I were to receive any favors, I would need to wait at least until the morning.

On Sunday morning, I again began working on her feet and toes with my fingers and tongue. Once again, I began working my way up her legs, but this time I knew she expected my tongue to end up on her anus. While my tongue was at work, she began sinking her nails into the base of my scrotum and pulling on my testicles. Knowing I will not be released from my chastity device, I have no choice but to enjoy whatever attention I am receiving. After a few minutes, she began massaging my testicles with her feet. She continued until I experienced a ruined orgasm. I would have thought the orgasm was an accident except that she quit stroking my testicles precisely at the moment semen began pumping out the end of my penis cage. The ruined orgasm left a lot to be desired, and in no way did it substitute for being free of my chastity device and ejaculating inside her vagina.

But my wife had more in store for me. When I entered our bedroom late in the afternoon to clean up before dinner, I was surprised to find her sitting on the edge of our bed next to a large towel and a bowl of water. She informed me that it was time for a shave. I used to receive shaves regularly every month when we still had a chastity agreement, but at this point, she hadn’t shaved me in over a year, and my pubic hair had been at full length for several months. I also hadn’t had sexual intercourse with her for over a year. During that period, I had only received two or three orgasms, all while locked in my chastity device. She had accidentally given them to me by playing with me too long, and she ruined them by stopping just as soon as I started to ejaculate.

She now removed my chastity device and soaked my genitals with a warm, wet washcloth for several minutes before covering them with shaving cream. After a couple of minutes, she began the shave. She always shaves my penis as well as my testicles. Although there is no hair on my penis except near the base, she enjoys pulling the razor blade over my shaft and along the contours of my glans. Plus, shaving my penis ensures it will be extra sensitive when she splashes aftershave on it. But before she does that, she again runs the razor over my genitals in search of any hairs she might have missed. Next she rinses off my genitals and roughly rubs them dry with a towel. By the time she applies the aftershave, my organs are beet red and the skin on my penis is seeping. My wife enjoys seeing me squirm as she slaps and massages the aftershave into me, and any additional attention she might now provide will produce a mix of pleasure and pain.

After the shave, I’m not sure what to expect. She might masturbate me by hand until I have a fantastic orgasm. Or she might masturbate me for several minutes before abruptly stopping and informing me that the session is over. Once in a while, she will climb on top of me and fuck me to an orgasm, or she may stop just short of giving me an orgasm. On this occasion, she climbs on top and begins fucking me. Now I understand that the morning’s ruined orgasm was indeed intentional. She earlier leaked my balls so I will last longer now. As always, I am instructed to lie still without thrusting. If I thrust, she stops. Although she has applied lubricant on me, her vagina seems tight and every stroke is agony for the raw skin on my penis. When I finally ejaculate, she quits humping me and I am relieved that the discomfort has ended. Any sexual relief is secondary in importance.

I am unsure whether my genital shavings and the associated torment are intended as rewards or punishments. I guess she intends them as rewards because she has told me that I no longer receive them regularly because my service hasn’t always been satisfactory. In any case, it is clear she has no intention of allowing me to experience an orgasm without some sort of restriction or discomfort.

Once she dismounts, I am allowed to shower before she reapplies my chastity device. After she finishes securing the device, I am relieved that my penis is once again safely enclosed in its cage where it will be protected from her for the next several weeks or months.

“Acknowledgments,” provides the justifications for my wife assuming control of my penis. For her, the most important justification is item 5, that, “Phallocentric sex is selfish, and Husband’s penis distracts him from giving Wife’s body proper attention, thus diminishing the overall quality of sex between the two parties.”

So far, our current relationship is fairly consistent with the old agreement. The major exception is section F, “Additional Provisions.” She shaves me when she wants, usually once a month, but sometimes she will go without shaving me for several weeks. She knows I enjoy the shavings, and she will cancel or postpone a shaving if she doesn’t think I deserve it. She never milks me, and I do not have an emergency key. The second key, which was initially intended to serve as an emergency key, is somewhere in her studio in a small plastic box secured by a combination lock. I used to carry the box in my brief case, but I gave it back to her when she told me she could no longer remember the combination.

Since we began our experiment with male chastity almost three years, I have never been allowed to masturbate. My wife will play with (and/or torture) my testicles several nights a week, but she will only touch my penis when she shaves my genitals once every month or so. If I have been good, she may masturbate me for a few minutes afterwards. Only rarely will she masturbate me to an orgasm. Less often, while we are in bed, she will unlock my chastity device and ride me to an orgasm. Meanwhile, I am expected to provide her regular cunnilingus, analingus, foot worship, and body massages.

When she returned to the bed, she took off her pajamas, which was a signal that I could touch her breasts. I gently licked and sucked on one of her nipples for a couple minutes, but I know not to continue for too long because she doesn’t particularly enjoy my playing with her breasts, and it is intended only as a treat. Plus, she won’t play with me until I begin attending to her feet and legs.

I would love for her to remove my chastity device so I can mount her, but I know this will never happen. If I want her to continue pleasuring me, we must play on her terms. Once I have finished applying lotion to her legs, I attempt to work my tongue onto her clitoris and vaginal opening, but she keeps her legs firmly closed. If I want to perform oral sex, it will have to wait until tonight. Instead, I place my hands on her buttocks and gently roll her onto her side. In the way she softly strokes my testicles, she lets me know she approves. I begin massaging her buttocks and the back of her legs before eventually applying my tongue to her anus. I alternate licking her anus and swirling my tongue over the goosebumps that have formed on the surrounding skin.

This continues for quite a while, and at times I can barely stand the pleasure she is providing me. Again, I imagine myself mounting her, free of the chastity device, but I know this isn’t a possibility.

I have a suggestion on the contract…. change “Transfer of control of the penis” to “Transfer of ownership of the penis”.
Just transfer it over to her and be done with it, it’s essentially already hers anyway. Just make it official and legit.

I agree with you that the penis piercing would be a good idea to guarantee the permanent chastity and take the question out of it.
At the time of the piercing she could also have “Property of” and her name and last four numbers of her SS tattooed on her penis.

Once her penis is secured permanently in the chastity device, she may find that she misses occasionally playing with and sucking
a real penis. If so, help her find a bigger and better one than hers (which is locked up and not usable) to play with.

First, any suggestions regarding our old chastity agreement are moot because my wife allowed the agreement to expire at the end of 2012 without an extension or replacement. She more or less requires me to wear a metal chastity device full-time, 365 days a year, and she maintains complete authority over our sex life without any rules or guarantees that might appear in a contract.