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.

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.

My name is Alan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A month, ma’am.” I bow my head.

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

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

The girls settle into the furniture and burble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If anything, Glenda’s frigid smile grew sharper.

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

“I wonder?” Marion shrugged her shoulders.

Diana looked distastefully away.

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

Everyone looked admiringly at Oneica for understanding.

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

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

“Yes?” Alexis seconded.

Diana and Glenda looked grim.

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

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

“Mistress then put me in chastity again.

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

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

“And of course I did.”

A chorus of laughter, “We’re sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That bitch sure plays mean.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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