Worm now has a garnish added to every single drink and every single meal he consumes.  Normally it will be a mouthful of spit deposited into his mug or glass before he begins to drink, or I drop a mouthful of spit onto each plate or bowl of food he is about to consume. (This is during all the vanilla times. Obviously during DS times, it is my nectar from a jug that is added instead of, or as well as, my spit.)

He must always say, ‘Thank you Mistress’,  when I have added my spit garnish, and I always then respond, ‘I should think so!‘ The lock down does mean this applies to every single thing he consumes every single day, day after day after day.

I love his expression of humiliation and hurt both when I drop the spit, and when I say, ‘I should think so!’ in answer to his thanking me. And I feel a lovely little power rush and a reaffirmation that I own this submissive human being and I can use and abuse him howsoever I please.

One of the couples we keep in contact with via e.mail from the munch have a different chastity regime however. They are heading towards an orgasm free (for him) relationship but the twist being the date of his final orgasm is entirely in his hands, so to speak.

They have been in a full FLR relationship for over 10 years and when he turned 50 a couple of years ago, her gift to him was a full neosteel belt to replace the mature metal cage they had used for years. In addition to this she gave him 50 numbered plastic discs.

Her idea being that if he gets to a stage where he can no longer deal with the frustration of being locked away, then he brings her a numbered disc – working down from 50 – and she will unlock and supervise him as he masturbates to release in front of her. He can do this whenever he feels the need to, as she puts it ‘relieve his silly male desires’. The sting in the tale is that once he has used all the discs then that will be it….. Something she is really clear on – NO further orgasms for him; however much he begs.

When we last met up back in Feb this year he was already down to disc 37 and had used 12 of the discs in a little over 2 years. His Mistress was quick to point out that at this rate by the time he is 58 his limited sex life will be over for good. My Wife got an email the other day from them and he is now down to disc 35. Even if he manages to reduce his releases down to just two a year from now on, (doubtful), he will only be 70 by the time enforced celibacy is imposed on him.

Me too. On Christmas I was allowed PIV after 355 days pussy-free. She allowed me only to put the head in for about a minute and I wasn’t allowed to move my hips or thrust. Then I was allowed to go halfway in and then all the way in — she used a lot of lube so I slid easily. Once I was in I wasn’t allowed to move for another minute, just to feel how wonderful it was. Then she moved three or four times and I felt myself lose it without asking permission, totally no control, two or three thrusts and I exploded. She told me it was OK, but that I had to lock back up. Total PIV time after 355 days was about 3 minutes. Other than the need to be a “man,” which I proved I wasn’t, I’m not sure why I thought this was a good idea.

When Sub Hubby was allowed to have PIV back a few years ago i unlocked him and he was allowed to mastrubate in front of me. When he came he was allowed to lick me and make me cum with the womanizer.

When he gets hard again he was allowed to fuck me. It lasts long enough to get my plessure, but he was not allowed to cum again. Our agreement was no cum inside me after all he was locked back in his cage….

Since he is not allowed to penetrate me anymore nor cumming inside my body… we use strap-ons as well for PIV. I love it !

My current partner does not allow PIV, it has been over 10 years since we got together.
My previous wife for the last years of our marriage only allowed me to kneel before her and masturbate over her boots or stockings before being told to lick it up.

I starkly advised, “I am being generous in providing you with two releases in the first place, and you will only have yourself to blame if you don’t get them! They are both guaranteed, provided you behave yourself and don’t let your male ego get in the way! Now, I don’t want to hear any more snivelling! Two releases is plenty, and it’s no concern to me if you choose to lose them.

We had been lying in bed together, in what had started as a vanilla moment. He was now clinging tightly to me, lamenting about how he simply can’t cope with so few releases, he was so desperate it was eating him up inside, especially since he was now permanently in his steel cage and can’t even get a proper erection.

He was equally in total awe and adoration of me and telling me how much he loved me and wanted to please me…. “But I need to come too”, he sobbed. I was implacable as I dismissively advised, “That’s enough David, you know chastity is good for you, it keeps you submissive, loving and caring, and stops you wasting your energy and exhausting yourself. I really don’t understand the fuss, we’re talking of two minutes in a year! If you just focus on your chores and pleasing me it shouldn’t present a problem. You don’t need to come, it’s such a selfish male trait. Now, I don’t want to hear any more grumbles, I want you to focus on the positives and show me some gratitude.” Obediently he slipped down to deliver me the most wonderful orgasm imaginable.

• No penetration for bitch-boy ever. (See the BAV register). A HUGELY SUBJUGATING MATTER for a male to become a born again virgin. His birth defect no longer needed by you at all. It becoming redundant. Him never feeling the male power of penetrating a woman.
• Lately I have moved to only rarely allowing him to lick me. That may soon get banned too. My body is a temple to be seen by him; but NOT TOUCHED.
• The combination of both of the above, eradicating any sense in him that he is important enough to be needed by me for any form of my SEXUAL fulfilment. (A great enhancer to him being cuckolded.)
• Augmenting the effect of one of the differences in status between us. Him in chastity and rarely getting orgasms, and those he does get are degrading. While he sees or hears many of my relaxed, languorous, NUMEROUS, HUGE orgasms.

I have already shared with David what his new regime will be. I initially eased his feelings by advising that he will definitely be released from his current 12-months period of abstinence after February 2021, regardless of the Covid situation, and that we would recommence using his chastity spreadsheet on the first Sunday in March. He was so very relieved to hear this though, I am delighted to advise, he showed no enthusiasm for his updated regime, when it was later revealed

It is so amusing to remind him how he used to yearn for the strict chastity regimes he read of in old copies of Madame magazine! Mind you, in those days, after his dreams, he could go off to play! In our first year or so together he went from weekly pleasures; to monthly; to monthly with occasional longer periods of abstinence; until more recent times, when he became a BAV with at most 4 – 8 releases a year; leading to his current full year of abstinence.

One of your readers lamented that David “has not touched his own cock for years. He cleans it either inside the cage or using a brush and tongs. The only time he gets a human touch is before Miss Christine applies Linnex.” Let me correct this misunderstanding. When I administer Linnex I wear rubber washing up gloves. But he will still get his relief using a flesh-lite, which I am sure makes him the envy of BB, feeling only the sole of a shoe!

We were going away for a couple of nights to a rather nice hotel, booked in my name of course. He was allowed a small overnight bag with 1 change of clothes, I had a medium size suitcase with several changes of clothes, dresses, skirts, tops, trousers, shoes, boots and a couple of coats and jackets in a long garment bag, these were all packed by him at home under my supervision. 

At the check in, with me signing in and hubby stood behind with the bags, I asked the receptionist, a nice suited Lady in her late thirties, where the bar was as I really needed a glass of wine after the drive. Then turning to hubby I said, ‘Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask?’

Red faced he asked if there was an iron in the room or if he could borrow one. Being told there was one in the wardrobe, I commented, ‘There you go darling, go and unpack and come and join me in the bar after your ironing, but please don’t leave any creases.‘ And with a smugness and a smile from the receptionist, I turned on my heel, heading for a dink and I didn’t even look back.

In reality we just played at this really as foreplay to sex, me calling him slave and having him lick my boots or shoes. Children, family and demanding work came along so it was rare that we ever engaged in these roles.

Now retired this has raised its head again and after much pleading by hubby I decided to try to be a Mistress of the house. One of the things I did learn within business, the person who controls the budget has the real power. Consequently I took away all his credit cards and cut them up, he is allowed a single debit card of which I can track and view any spending he has made. He certainly is never given cash to fritter away and spend as he likes.

Unless permitted by me to do otherwise, he can only use it to fill the cars with fuel and shop at supermarkets. He must give me the till receipts for me to check for any unwanted items like whisky which he loves, or rather vary rarely does nowadays!

Last we with my slave hubby we were out with a couple of friends for a meal. My friend complimented me on my new skirt (Phase 8), and hubby made an unwelcome comment about me having too many, immediately putting him in his place I told him then he would have to be careful if I have so many and remember  to read the care instructions. Of course this was of interest to the others and I explained that now he had retired he did all the washing and ironing, much to his embarrassment.

On one theme, firstly, I have many, many orgasms each week. My bitch is lucky to get an orgasm every six months. And it would take him more than ten years to have as many orgasms as I have on any single one of the several full-on DS days that happen each week. Secondly, my orgasms are generated with care and attention to ensure they are maximised in intensity. my bitch’s orgasms are under the sole of my shoe and utilitarian and humiliating.

On another theme, I am free to do whatever I want with as many lovers as I want, indulging in reciprocal, mutual, intimate, sensual, sexual activities. My bitch NEVER gets to enjoy reciprocal, mutual, intimate sensual, sexual activities and he never, ever will.

On yet another theme, bitch-boy does all the chores in our house, I do none.

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I continued my close inspection, remarking, “I think we need to go down a size, … maybe even two sizes… You know I want it locked up really snug and sound … plus… I am thinking… if we keep taking the cage size down, so it is always a really tight fit … it will keep the shrinking going… What do you think?”

He was really upset at this. “Please, Christine, please don’t… It’s ever so tight and uncomfortable already… and it’s hard to lock it on!”
“Nonsense,” I curtly remarked, “There is definitely way too much room in there for my liking. I’ll get on to Lori tomorrow…. If we’re going to keep shrinking it, we need to make sure there is absolutely no room for any growth. None whatsoever!… I want it down well under four inches… which I am sure we can manage now it is kept locked up all the time… if we keep reducing the cage size!”

He was trembling and started to whimper about not wanting it to shrink. I brusquely fuelled his anxiety further by advising, “It is none of your business what I do with your little defect…. And, if I want it down below four inches, then I expect your full co-operation in achieving that! It’s not as though there is any purpose for it. I most certainly have no need for it, your tongue does me. Why didn’t you let me know it had shrunk?”

I then put on a show of becoming really livid with him, making him ever so panic-stricken! I furiously remarked, as I cupped his caged defect and pulled hard on it, “I AM REALLY NOT HAPPY WITH YOU!!!!! YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN IT WAS SWINGING LOOSE IN ITS CAGE AND THAT IT COULD GET A TINY ERECTION! I AM ABSOLUTELY FUMING THAT YOU DIDN’T LET ME KNOW JUST HOW LOOSE-FITTING IT IS!”

He tried to interject, but I just cut him off. “DON’T YOU DARE TRY AND MAKE EXCUSES. YOU KNOW FULL WELL I WANT THIS LOCKED AWAY TIGHTLY AT ALL TIMES! THERE SHOULD BE ABSOLUTELY NO ROOM FOR MOVEMENT. IT’S NOT MEANT TO BE HANGING FREE… AND IT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT THERE FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH!

YOU ARE EVER SO LUCKY I HAVE OTHER PLANS FOR THIS EVENING!…. BUT TOMORROW WE’LL BE GETTING OUT THE VICTORIAN LINIMENT… LET’S SEE IF YOU STILL THINK YOU WERE CLEVER HIDING THIS FROM ME AFTER THAT! He was now ever so distraught and tearful.
And, yes, we have ordered a smaller size cage!

The first issue on this topic for me, I have mentioned in a previous post. The terrible dilemmas for us poor Dommes! In this instance, hugely enjoying the amusement of having my bitch cock-caged and erection-free 24/7/365 for weeks or months at a time; including while washing. But poor me! Such caging means missing out for long periods on the pleasures of malevolent dickie-discipline and on physically applied tease-and-denial edging. I think now though, I have arrived at a happy medium.

For me and for bitch-boy the psychological message from such 24/7/365 cock caging is that my domination of him IS NOT A GAME, not some sort of mutually rewarding sex game. I humiliate him, and he suffers tedium sessions, and he is thrashed, and he is visually teased, but only I have orgasms and only I have sexual physical stimulation. The message is clear. What I do with and to him, is 100% for me, and he gets zero sexually from it. No domination game. REAL, cruel domination for my pleasure alone. Of course he gets to sleep the soundest sleep at night as a submissive being 100% clear; he is helplessly in the power of a pitiless cruel woman. The clarity he craves above all else.

My longest single spell of enforcing this 24/7/365 cock-caging was twelve weeks. But that was enough for me! It was time then I enjoyed a full-on DS day, that would include lots and lots of malevolent dickie-discipline and a good long session of, playing with his boy’s bits. I so enjoy these activities. So now, my happy medium is firstly, that he is caged 24/7/365 as a default position and on some full-on DS days he remains caged throughout the whole day, but on other DS days he is freed of his cage so I can indulge in a playing with his boy’s bits session, and in dickie-discipline. Two caveats to this. On the DS days when he is freed of his cage, he is only freed of his cage during playing with his boy’s bits and while dickie-discipline is ongoing. On such days, we begin with a deterrent thrashing of his butt and thighs and hips and the cage is on for this. It comes off for a playing with his boy’s bits session. It goes back on for a colouring-in with dolly tedium session. It stays on for a second thrashing. It comes off for, say a dickie-discipline Vampire gloves session, or nettles session. It goes back on. It is always on while he watches me have my final orgasm of the day which is how full-on DS days are concluded.

Secondly, while he is caged, I particularly indulge in activities that have zero sexual elements for him. My boot on his throat, leading to some retching by him, while I rock in my garden swing seat. Remotely monitored colouring-in with dolly; him facing the corner of a bedroom, me outdoors or in the sitting room. So even during a full-on DS day when he is free of his cage for particular activities, for the rest of the time, he remains locked in his cage, erection-free. I get a huge, cruel power rush, seeing his cock is caged while I thrash him or while I have my boot on his throat while I rock in my garden swing seat as I am making clear to both of us, that what I am doing is exploitatively and unfairly 100% for me and there is nothing sexual in it for him. He is a TRUE slave. THIS IS NOT A GAME! He is equally deeply effected although he gets nothing from it at the time, but later as a true submissive, he is bathed in the warm waters of what he needs more than anything else: Being in no doubt he is helplessly in the power of a pitiless cruel woman, and it is NOT A GAME.

I should add that for speed, rather than his cock-cage going on, I most often use a spiked strap locked on his flaccid cock and pulled very, very tightly. And I mean VERY, VERY TIGHTLY. That is so important. (He squeals or whimpers when it is applied which I adore!) Even the slightest attempt at erection is impossible and also very, very painful. The strap cannot be used for long periods as urinating is impossible and if it is on for more than three or four hours, it can cause punctures of the skin which I don’t like. Luckily removing it and immediately replacing it, means the tiny spikes dig into new places so it can be worn for hours without punctures.

I will also add, I sometimes apply the ruler while he is flaccid which also has no sexual element for him. I apply it hard! If he starts to get erect I stop and his cage goes back on or he is sent to a corner until his defect is soft enough for the spiked strap to go back on. Serious penis pain without even the compensation of some moments of erection! This smacking of his flaccid defect also sends a message the activity is for my sexual pleasure and not his in any way.

I will also add me having orgasms between full-on DS days while he is in his cage 24/7/365 and, during the full-on DS days in which he remains caged throughout, further makes clear our lifestyle is about MY SEXUAL pleasure and his sexual pleasure is irrelevant to me. (But not actually irrelevant, as denying him a sex life while I have so many orgasms every week, is very arousing and so vital to me.) And I will finally add that when I cuckold him, this makes it even more clear to him that I have a maximised sex-life while his is so very, very limited. OUR LIFESTYLE IS NO GAME!

Most recently I have adopted an activity during some vanilla days, (while his defect is of course locked in its cage), of Mistress’s Little Masturbation Helper. (I believe Christine M uses a similar acyvity). My description will be brief as it is still an evolving activity but the crux is that he helps me during a masturbation, multiple-orgasm session. I generally begin the session, to bring me my first serious shot of sexual arousal, by giving him 12 or 18 very hard dressage whip strokes while he is bent over holding his ankles. Next when I am sat up on my bed, he passes me a toy I ask for. He applies one toy to a part of my body while I apply a different toy to another part. When I have reached an orgasm, while my eyes are shut and I am recovering, he gently takes my toy from my hand. He waits silently while I recover and then I begin for my next orgasm. Eventually I have had enough orgasms for the session and, with my eyes still shut from the final orgasm, when I have recovered enough to speak, I tell him to fuck-off back to his chores. And he knows the first of those chores is to pick up all my masturbation toys and take them to the bathroom and clean them and put them away.

What a lonely and humbling and affecting task it must be for him, in his state of caged and enduring chastity, to be diligently cleaning my masturbation toys while thinking of the several massive orgasms he has just helped me enjoy, and knowing it might be months before he gets to have an erection, let alone an orgasm; and thinking that in due course he will probably be prohibited from ever having orgasms.