I, of course, employ these principles in my daily life with my husband. He does, like any well trained male, observe a good chastity regimen which has worked wonders on his manners and conduct.  He is allowed plenty of ways to demonstrate his lust – however, his doing so will result in severe punishment.

The goal is associating arousal to at least a moderate/healthy level dependence and fear, by ensuring he is both very tempted but very cautious, about acting out his urges.  That is why I don’t particularly pay attention to fully covering my breast in his presence. I may neglect buttoning my shirt if it’s hot, or come out of the shower wearing only a towel. I casually wear semi-transparent shirts in the home, or very tight garments. It is his responsibility to demonstrate a basic level of respect and reverence by never laying eyes on my body (or that of any other female). He is taught that however mild my other punishments may be, the one thing he must never ever do is stare at my body. That includes legs when he hasn’t earned that privilege by making me happy.

Infractions aren’t hard to detect. He already understands that “down” is the only direction he’s allowed to look when in the presence of any female, and that initiating eye contact with one is considered a sign of disrespect and punished as a serious infraction.

When I catch my male staring, I slap his face hard and so quickly he initially doesn’t know what’s going on. I found that for this training to be effective you must hit quickly, like thunder, so that you can create the “golden moment” of confusion, arousal and fear – after he’s started enjoying the sight, but before he’s realized what he’s actually doing, or the consequences. I love the way he looks at me in complete confusion with a “but what did I do??” look on his face, touching his cheek, then suddenly assumes an “oh my god what have I done” expression. That’s the golden moment.

Even young girls know the position of inferiority they can put a male in by creating a sexual urge in him, and later feigning offense/blaming him for his indecency. All we’re doing is making the urge irresistible through chastity and opportunistic exposure, and being a bit more severe with the punishment.

Thinking of a male in long-term chastity, who out of fear and reverence controls his powerful urges, and chooses to sacrifice and respect my privacy – even as I run around the house scantily clad – by never allowing his eyes to set on any part of my body, turns me on. I think of him looking down to the ground in surrender and abject servitude as he hands me a towel after my shower, or the beverage he’s prepared for me and the girls. I think this form of “mental castration” is a step beyond chastity in the sexual control of the male, in that it requires complete and voluntary compliance, and his constant vigilance. Only in this way can his surrender of his sexuality to my whim be complete and genuine.