Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear than I’d expected. I mean, I was skeptical about it when she first suggested it, saying that she wanted me to wear it for a year to demonstrate my devotion to her, but as she slowly talked me into it I managed to convince myself that it couldn’t be all that bad, especially since I’d know it would be removed eventually. I hadn’t realized how frustrated I could get, or that frustration could actually drive me to tears.

“I really want you to do this,” she’d said. “I want to know that you’re this serious about our relationship. Please, honey, if you want me to be your Mistress, I want to know that you can take being dominated for a long time without a break.”

“You mean you want to test me,” I said, not sure whether to feel hurt or not.

“Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to be committed to being my slave? Do you reallyknow that you won’t get bored with it someday and want to change things? Because I’ll love you even if you’re not myslave, but if we’re going to try to be serious about thisD/s thing, I do want to know it’s going to work. So yes, I am saying I want to test you.”

“Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean,admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but …”

“Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know thatI had you locked up.” She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I thinkshe knows it has that effect on me. “I’d enjoy,” shedrew out the word ‘enjoy’ deliciously, “I’d enjoy knowingjust how frustrated you were getting. I’d love knowingall the time, even when we’re apart, that you’re my slaveand that you’re suffering for me.” She was getting turnedon talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned ondoes things to me.

“What if I can’t take it?” I asked nervously. “And does the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, isit really practical for wearing such a long time?”

“I’ll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to takeit off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the wholeyear.”

We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I rereadall my old wanking material that mentioned male chastitydevices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excitedher. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she lockedthe thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.

It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowingthat I couldn’t free myself and knowing that the plan was forme to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelvelong months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies andmy nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter Istood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock iton my body.

That night she played with me, and the frustration was spiceadded to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my handsand my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on mypenis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kindof frustration that can be fun in bondage. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought, “This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date.”

Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being somuch fun, but it wasn’t too bad. My desires, being thwarted, diminished, and that made the chastity belt easier to bear.I got used to washing with it on, managing to get enoughsoapy water to run under it to keep me clean. I got usedto the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly,oh so slowly, started becoming less self-conscious aboutit. I got used to sitting down to pee. And I got usedto seeing the chastity belt locked on me when I looked inthe mirror or looked down at myself.

I almost convinced myself that I really didn’t mind pleasingher without being able to take the same kind of pleasure.I almost convinced myself that the feel and taste of herpussy when I went down on her, or the wonderful sounds shemade, didn’t have to result in my dick painfully trying to get hard within its prison and my mind feeling as trapped as my penis by my lack of release. Almost.

After a month I was starting to feel a little crazy. “I’mnot sure whether I can stand this, love.”

“Oh, is it really that bad? You’ve gone longer without sexbefore, haven’t you?”

“Well yeah, but I could masturbate then.”

“Um. Think of it as a challenge. See whether you can masteryour desires. Do it for me, honey? Please?”

I gulped. “I think I can manage a little longer, but jeez,this is starting to drive me crazy!”

After three months, I was getting a little irritable. I wasalso constantly trying to think of ways I could get even alittle stimulation on my cock. I was sure that the slightesttouch there would trigger release.

“Dear, I really don’t want to unlock you yet, but it’s notfair that you do all these wooonderful things to me and I’mnot doing much back. Hmm. How do you feel about being fucked in the ass?”

Desperate for anything, I said, “Yes, please Mistress!”

“Honey, I want to hear you beg for it.”

The next half hour was thoroughly embarrassing.

I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading thelube in my ass! And when she started pushing the strap-onagainst my opening, I was in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight!As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built … and so didmy desire for more, more, more. But never release. My cockhurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect.At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast ofsensations.

Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that wouldset fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if yousaw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my headagainst the pillows and crying.

I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. Anda month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew itwould leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before herand begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And againI flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again,weeping and thrashing in frustration.

She’d given me some new rules while I was begging, littlethings to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I’d agreed to them. Our relationship was gettinga little more intense.

The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She mademe wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready tobeg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moansof pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her ridingcrop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and Igot a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.

Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work.I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fuckedme in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows,and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn’t startuntil Tuesday.

The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tagsaying “Property of…”. It’s only come off when I’ve had towear a tie since then.

“Mistress, I don’t think I can take this any longer! I’m goingmad, I’m so frustrated, I mean sometimes it’s just so intenseand fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited andI can’t get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and Ieven love the frustration but I’m not sure I’m strong enoughto take this.”

“Oh, but you don’t have to be strong enough, darling. That’s what the lock is there for.” She smiled so sweetly, and caressed myface so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on herevery word. “I really want you to do this for me. Do you thinkyou can manage now?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, much calmer, “I think I can. Please forgive me for … my weakness.”

“Oh, honey, I know it’s not easy. It’s not supposed to be easy.Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you’re sufferingexcites me.” I swallowed and she continued. “As a matter of fact,I’m excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slaveass again.”

Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me waituntil I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more,she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. Thatmeant I didn’t have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustrationa little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so. I think she knew exactlywhat she was doing.

New rules … I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well,if she’d wanted to she could have done that earlier. Still, bythen it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decidedshe wanted me. At first it was just another neat dimension toour game. Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had anyrights to my own body. That was both scary and fantastic. Andthe frustration continued.

In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started comingto grips more with my situation. I got better at handling thefrustration, better and not letting it get in the way of myenjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise. Perhaps knowingthat most of my “sentence” had passed helped.

The last month she removed the key from its hiding place andstarted wearing it around her neck. “The year’s almost up,”she’d say, “and it looks like you’ve passed my test. Areyou glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave,so we can make our relationship permanent?”

Yes yes, oh yes I was glad. And thankful for her reminderthat though my year of chastized hell was nearly over, it wasnot the ending of the dominance I loved, but the marking ofour knowing it would endure.

But oh, how I looked forward to the day when the infernal device would be removed from my manhood and I could have the orgasm I’d been waiting a year for. How I longed to thrustdeep into her and feel her warm cunt gripping my shaft. Icould afford to let myself think these thoughts, now that thetime of my release was in sight. Every time I saw the key dangling between her breasts on its chain, I licked my lips.

So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been muchharder than I’d imagined, but I’d survived it. I’d held outfor a year, I’d passed her test, I’d proved to myself as wellthat I could bear such torment. I’d thought to beg her forrelease, but I’d never thought to use my safeword to escape.

And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year.She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied meto the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time,stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl of ice sat on thebedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels.A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plateresting on top of it. She stripped, while I watched,licking my lips, then straddled my face. “Eat me.”

When she tired of that, she sat astride my belly, idlystroking my nipples. “You made it,” she said. “It’sbeen a year.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to continue to be my slave after this?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do!” I was excited beyond belief, andas much in love with her as the day she’d first proposedlocking me up.

She smiled, that delicious slow grin, and said, “Good.Because I want to keep you! I don’t want it to be a game.We’ve been playing pretty seriously, but we’ve both knownthere was a time limit. Now I know you can handle thatkind of intensity for a long time. Do you want it? Doyou want to continue permanently as my slave? This deep?”

“Yes, Mistress! Anything! I am yours!”

I swear she started breathing harder and sweating a little.”I want this to be real. I want you to get a tattoo sayingyou’re my slave. And I want to get married, and I want youto take my name instead of the other way around. And I wantto know that I can continue to use you whenever I want, to punish you whenever I want, even to lock you up when I want,from now on.”

My heart raced. I was frightened to make such a commitmentwith no time limit, but I’d already found that I could notonly handle being dominated full time but even enjoy it evenas I suffered. “Yes, Mistress. I consent. I want that too.”

“Do you want it enough to give up your safeword?”

“Yesss! I am _all_ yours, my love!”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately,rocking her hips, scooting back so she was rubbing herselfagainst the edge of my chastity belt. “Oh God, how I loveyou. And you’re Mine!” She reached back and stroked mythighs, then leaned forward to lick my nipples, the key onits chain brushing against my chest. I panted, I moaned,I called out my love for her.

Finally she stopped, picked up the key, and said, “Well, it’stime to deal with this, no?”

I looked at her hungrily.

She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed thekey from the chain. She went to the glass of clear liquidon the dresser and uncovered it. “A toast,” she said, “toyour showing me you could pass my test!” She lifted theglass, and the key.

And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed andfoamed and slowly dissolved.

My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched myface, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.

“I have a soldering iron in the bedside table,” she said veryquietly. “I’m going to fill the keyhole with solder. You’remine forever, my love.”

Like most submissive males I was living out my fantasy, having a strict Mistress who used me for her sexual pleasure. As my wife became more interested on her role her demands on me during our ‘play’ became more intense. Her verbal humiliation regarding my sexual inadequacy became more skilled, even to the extent that there was real feeling in her words. The number of times I was allowed sexual release began to diminish and actual penetrative sex was limited to my birthday and Christmas unless me wife felt the need for my cock inside her. She also introduced ‘real’ punishment sessions into our play, her favourites being caning and overnight bondage. The thing which seemed strange to me was that unlike most dominant women she did not insist on being referred to as Mistress. When I asked about this she told me that she was not my Mistress but my wife who had the dominant role within our marriage.

This all changed when during one of our play sessions she had been particularly hard when caning me and bought me to tears. She then told me that I would be cuffed to the stairs balustrade and spend the night thinking about what a cry baby I had been. I accepted my punishment, expecting her to release me after an hour or so to join her in bed. However she just went off to sleep and left me there. I called out until she awoke and came to see me. She asked what the matter was and I asked her to release me, but she simply said that if I woke her again she would gag me and beat me until I cried again. I spent a miserable night, cold and sleepless on the stairs. When she awoke the following morning my wife simply washed and dressed ignoring my attempts to attract her attention. Finally I snapped and shouted for her to release me, when she refused I called her a f**king bitch. She became very angry and said that if I thought she was a bitch she would start acting like one.

Since that day my wife’s control over me has become absolute. True to her word she has made me understand what a real bitch is. I have been informed that I will never be allowed sex with her again and that unlike before I am to address her as ‘Mistress’ as I would from now on belong to her. Her interest began to increase in non-consensual Mistress-slave relationships where real power over a submissive results in them being made to do things which they would otherwise object to. She says that this is the only way to achieve a true Mistress slave relationship. My Mistress now has a wide range of video and photographs of me wearing female underwear, in bondage and in compromising positions,which would be shown to family and friends if I disobey her. She also has complete control of all the finances and al our saving are kept in her accounts. I have also signed a document allowing her to keep the house and other property if we divorce. Since taking control she main interest appears to be to make me suffer and it seems that the more I do the more she enjoys it. She has had sex with a number of other men and couples. She particularly enjoys having me help her get ready for her night out and talks continuously about how she hopes to get lucky. Whenever she is out I am locked in my chastity belt and made to wait for her return. If she does return I am subjected to the humiliation of my Mistress telling me about all the flirting and sexy people she has met and how she wished she could have bedded them. She now dresses to impress, attracting attention from whoever she can and knows that doing this excites me and keeps me wanting her. She also knows that her activities keep my cock hard and intensifies my agony when my cock is caged. If my performance is not what is expected, Mistress will punish me. Gone are the days when this was merely playful caning or slapping. It now consists of a hard beating followed by a night or two of ‘sleeping’ in the spare bed, restrained, hooded and gagged. The beating is the worst, full-on hard as she can, six or twelve strokes, each one making me jump and scream. The screams being muffled by the use of a gag so as not to alert the neighbors.

Back on the bed, she will usually tell be to get onto the bed on all fours then choose the hood(s) and gag which will allow her to use me in the way she desires. If I am to be blindfolded, the latex hood with open mouth and nose will go on. If I am to be gagged, this will be pushed into my mouth and buckled around my head. Finally the heavy leather hood will be zipped into place and the collar locked to secure everything into place. If no gag is used I know that I will be required to use my mouth, licking pussy until she is satisfied. If I am gagged it is usually to stop my moaning as I am being fucked or screaming when I am beaten. Whatever happens I can expect my ass to be filled, sometimes with a plug, which seem to be increasing in size each time, a vibrating rubber cock, or Mistresses huge strap-on.

Do I regret calling my then wife a bitch? Yes I do, I was happy playing dom-sub games, now I am used abused and beaten and have no say in what happens to me and what my wife does with others. She appears very happy treating me as she does and really has become a bitch.

Keeping your husband in permanent 24/7 chastity is an act of deep love and devotion and, despite the outward face of it, is not cruel, dominant behavior or hard-hearted. In fact, when your man is close to orgasm and is begging for mercy, it is very hard for the woman who loves him to say “no“; but say it she must if she wants them both to enjoy the full benefits of true, long-term strict orgasm denial.

John is in a Lori #2C which is secure (even though he is not pierced) and enables him to cycle and work out and essentially live a normal life while wearing it 24/7. Of course it’s not 100% secure — no device ever can be — but it’s secure enough that escaping from it would be difficult and not without pain or risk. In other words it is an exceptionally effective deterrent to his masturbating (which is the only way he could ever orgasm, because while I do use Tease and Denial on him, I am strictly in control).

But what about the other aspects? His need and desire to orgasm and your desire to experience than and to experience him making love to you.

Let’s take the second point first: a sufficiently lifelike strap-on is the answer here. They are not cheap, but a good one is, not exactly perfect, but is good enough. You get 99% of the sensations of his making love to you “properly” without allowing him inside you or risking his orgasm (you can have him do this while he’s still locked, you see).

And to answer the first part… I used to think permanent orgasm denial was too much to ask of either of you, because you’d both be missing out.

But since John and I have embarked upon a full year in denial for him, it’s become apparent that the pleasure for both of us in regular tease and denial sessions with no hope of orgasm until New Year 2012 is to all intents and purposes the same as the mutual pleasure we get from his orgasm. In other words, there is no longer a need for him to have them any more.

The upshot of this is clear: IF a strap-on is good enough for you and IF the pleasure of Tease and Denial is enough for you both, then permanent 24/7 orgasm denial becomes not only possible but actually desirable for couples living the male chastity lifestyle. Because, for a man, knowing he isn’t going to get to orgasm properly ever again, nor indeed enjoy penetrative sex with you again… yet is still going to get the pleasure of making love to you with a strap-on and enjoy the Tease and Denial sessions you treat him to, it is one of the most erotic things imaginable.

My husband had adjusted quite well to his CB-3000 since I first started using it three years ago. We got it after I had asked him if his cock ever erected when he looked at other women. He admitted that it did, and I immediately thought it was a bad thing for my husbands cock to erect for any other woman, but me. I just think its best if my husband’s cock can’t be indiscriminately erecting for any impure thoughts or any sexy woman he happens to see.

It was about six months when I started to only allow him out once a month as my new standard. Sure, he would beg me to allow him out and to allow his little penis to erect for at least some pleasure, promising me that he would not ejaculate and lose the desire I had locked up, but I usually denied him. If he was good I sometimes agreed to allow him out on the condition that his hands be handcuffed behind him and I would control what ever he got and then he had to go right back in.

He quickly agreed having already waited three weeks. He quickly stripped and stood before me. I told him to turn around and I locked a cheap pair of handcuffs on him. I then unlocked the cage of CB-3000 and removed it. His little four and half inch penis quickly rose to salute me and it throbbed in anticipation of anything I would offer it.

I reminded him that he promised me that he would not come and that if he did, he would not get out for at least two months. On top of that I made it clear to him that I would make him lick up his mistake by squeezing his balls until he complied. I put on an Angora glove (a stimulation his little peter loves) and I started to just lightly stroke his needy little cock. It became so excited it was throbbing at my every touch and was soon leaking pre-come. I wiped it off and had him lick it from my finger while I squeezed his balls to help him. The next time he leaked, I did the same and then it was time for my little toy to be put away.

Oh how he did beg me wanting more, but I was afraid he would lose control, after all men with smaller penises are not known for their stamina. During the next three days he was even more attentive, caring and helpful than I could have ever imagined, so I asked him if he wanted something? He said he would love to be unlocked and stroked again. I asked him, “You want this even though you know I will not allow you to come?”

So I did it the same way again until he had leaked twice. I only stroked him for about ten minutes before icing it down and locking its cage back on.

The next month he was begging me for it the first week after I had allowed him to release. He had been so good I told him, “If you are good, I will allow you a ten minute time to be unlocked and I will stroke you once a week!”

I just have to say that as good of a male behavior modifier as a chastity device is, adding the teasing/denial to the program is the ultimate way to modify your husband’s behavior. Sure there have been a few times when I did not stop stroking him quickly enough and he started to ejaculate. But, its only a couple of squirts and not a full blown orgasm because I immediately stop and he knows that he has to perform the necessary clean up and then receive nothing for a few months. I always make sure he performs his clean up duty by encouraging him with some firm ball squeezing.

Something I thought I would never like is verbally teasing my husband every chance I get about his size or his predicament. It took me awhile to like doing it, but now I can’t stop teasing him about his small size, or that I keep it locked up. I have even started to tease him about me getting another man just for sex, since he’s so small and has to stay locked up all the time. I have been teasing him lately that if he doesn’t earn sex with me in a six week period that I will go out on a date with another man. Boy does that get him going!

Just to be clear: the only hand on my husband’s penis is his own and the only thing being penetrated by the dildo is his ass.

You are correct that the full belt goes far beyond just chastity, it has a major psychological effect because the penis is totally inaccessible, not to mention having to sit down to pee and having a perfectly feminine flat front instead of a male bulge.

I know how he feels. Having the belt locked on is excruciatingly frustrating and it hasn’t gotten easier to endure even after all this time. What it does is force him to focus his energy elsewhere and to adopt a mindset that allows him to cope with his situation. Keeping busy and taking pride in completing his many tasks. Deriving pleasure from pleasuring me and gaining my appreciation and approval. It’s hard for outsiders to understand but taking on a new mindset brings him satisfaction and acceptance. Instead of his selfish desires he focuses externally, and instead of being idle he keeps busy so as not to dwell on being locked up.

Besides the issues related to the belt, how does he feel being under my complete control, subservient to me? it’s something he has adjusted to by knowing that he is provided for in every way, that we enjoy our companionship and doing things together, and that he is relieved of the pressure of “being a man” which he had trouble with. In many ways he has sacrificed his manhood, but the upside is not having the stress of being the breadwinner, having to make any decisions, and having to waste time with macho b.s.

It’s a major power rush to be sure! Our arrangement is practical but I don’t deny how the power I have makes me feel. Every morning I wake up with my husband’s manhood locked away while I hold the key, knowing that I have conquered a male to the point that I have his complete obedience and that his life consists of service to me in every way, domestically and sexually. Sometimes I look in the mirror and smile at how I have worked hard to build a dream life and been smart and powerful enough to emasculate a man and make him totally dependent on me. Not too many women can say that. It’s a power trip and hard to describe how satisfying and fulfilling it is, it only gets better with each passing day.

A male has a lot of pride, and removing that pride is important to an effective FLR, but smashing a man’s pride all at once can backfire. Achieving a balance in taking a man’s pride is important. I admit that it gives me a rush to chip away at his manhood and to humiliate him in small ways, but I don’t go overboard either.

To earn his weekly release he doesn’t only have to behave well but also complete a lengthy list if chores. So enduring my pegging is really just another chore that is required. He doesn’t enjoy it but does what he has to do.

my husband wakes up and helps me get ready for work by ironing my clothes and laying them out for me. I usually work 10-12 hours at the office, meantime my husband is busy with domestic chores. There is no daily list or hourly schedule because he knows what needs to be done. He’s busy cleaning, vacuuming, scrubbing, doing laundry for most of the day, or shopping for groceries or doing errands. I check on him via text or video chat at various points during the day. If he needs to leave the house he gets my permission first. Any time I call him he better be where he is supposed to be, meaning at home or wherever he asked permission to go, e.g. the supermarket. I check his weight and his waist measurement once a week to make sure he is under the targets that I set for him, but what he eats and how much he exercises is up to him. He is strictly forbidden from consuming any alcohol at any time. I give him cash for expenses but he has to account for every penny with receipts. When I get home I am usually exhausted, so I usually just throw my shoes and work clothes off and sit on the sofa while my husband brings me a glass of wine and rubs my feet. Then I usually point and he kneels down between my legs and pleasures me with his tongue, which he has become quote proficient at. He prepares our dinner and then we watch television or read quietly like any other couple before going to bed. So basically our life is similar to a typical dominant man and housewife, except the roles are reversed and more defined.

Sometimes we invite friends over and my husband cooks and serves a nice meal. None of our friends know that he is in chastity or the degree that I control him, but we are open about the fact that I am in charge and that he is subservient to me. Sometimes we go out and again I don’t hide the dynamics of our relationship, which is sometimes jarring to strangers. It’s still embarrassing to him and the last vestiges of male pride surface at times but he has gotten used to it when I make it obvious to the outside world that we are in a FLR. Sometimes I go out clubbing or bar hopping with girlfriends and my husband stays home, knowing that I will be checking on him during the evening. Sometimes I go on dates with other men, and of course this has been the hardest adjustment for him. I like to dress very sexy and tease him a bit, and I know it’s not easy for him to iron a sexy outfit and then help me put it on knowing that it’s for another man. However I never bring men home or talk about what happens because that seems excessive. Until very recently I would always meet my dates elsewhere although now I often have them pick me up at home. Sunday is the big day because that is when my husband receives his release from the dreaded belt. Assuming that he has behaved during the week, performed all his chores and stayed under his weight/waist target I remove the belt in the morning and he is free to do whatever he likes, within the confines of our property of course. Depending on how he did during the week I may keep it off for an hour or for the entire day. We may go motorcycle riding, go for a walk to the park, or just stay home and relax. At some point I announce that it’s time and I lock the belt back on, which he has learned to accept without whining

I absolutely don’t tolerate any begging, whining or complaining about anything, but especially about his desire for intercourse.

I respectfully ask you since your husband is very horny all the time and you don’t allow him intercourse, do you at least allow him long kissing sessions with you while being in chastity? can he grab or kiss your ass and boobs?

No, I absolutely do not tolerate any kissing or playing with my boobs. He knows he would stay in his belt for a good long time if he ever disrespected me by trying to initiate intimate contact.

For the most part, he is respectful and keeps his hands to himself and catches himself from staring too long at my bosom. But once he couldn’t help himself after being locked in his belt for a full month and he tried to grab both of my breasts. I slapped his face harshly and kept him in his belt for another month until he obediently apologized and begged forgiveness, promising to keep his hands off and his mind on serving me.

 

 

For the best part of ten years, I have been serving my wife in our Wife Led Marriage, one in which my wife enjoys and encourages my submission. I enjoy, more then anything, to be kept locked teased and denied as a way of encouraging my continued submission, including my subservience. To that end, I am now expected to serve my wife, carry out most of the domestic chores, cleaning, shopping and laundry. On a more personal level, I am responsible for washing and cleaning her underwear and maintaining her shoe and boot collection. Since introducing her to the concept of a WLM, we no longer have PIV sex, preferring me to stimulate her orally about once a month, while I am only permitted self masturbation in her presence when she allows.

In our female-controlled marriage, my topping from the bottom is absolutely forbidden. My wife insisted on total, unquestioned control as a condition of our remaining married. That makes it easier for me.

we agreed that I should be locked 24/7/365 with releases no sooner than 3 weeks at a time and locked back up immediately after release. This was my suggestion to her after I’d inadvertently gone that long because we had a very busy end of our summer. We both saw how much more submissive and subservient I was to her after no O’s for 3 + weeks. So I made a promise to myself once I realized how much more motivated I was after being denied an orgasm for so long.

The essence of our female-controlled marriage is a complete power exchange. My wife has taken away all of the traditional male tasks and assigned to me all of the women’s tasks, while she also is emasculating and feminizing me. Is anyone else living this way?

As our relationship has developed I’ve been given the responsibility of doing almost all of the female tasks as well as the male tasks, I also spend a lot of time serving my Wife/Mistress. Our relationship has been working Very Well. I will add that it has taken some time we didn’t just wake up one morning and everything was changed.
My Mistress hasn’t emasculated or feminized me very much yet. My pubic area is shaved clean and I only wear panties, she has had me wear a Bra on a few ocations but that’s as far as its gone so far. My cage doesn’t get removed unless she wants it removed which isn’t very often. I think that communicating with each other and having a strong loving relationship even without chastity has made a huge difference in our Success.

But since we have been working in a FLR I have more on my plate then I use to I still do a lot of the heavy stuff but food shopping laundry and vacuuming dusting etc. Has now been turned over to me and yes doing more has its ups and downs and stress is up a bit but I think thats why we are who we are not every guy can say there cocks in a cage and only comes out to play when the wife wants. Its what makes us get up in the morning to be at our Mistress/Wifes beck and call and to serve the one we love in any way we can.

I do all of the household chores and, since I get to do them dressed in lingerie, at a minimum, I really don’t mind at all. It just feels so feminine to strut around the house in heels and a housedress or skirt. I love it.

I live the FLR lifestyle 24/7/365, with my husband subservient to me and securely locked in a Neosteel Arch belt. It has been a long and winding journey which I would like to share with anyone who is interested.

Deciding to convert our marriage to FLR was a major step, but locking my husband in chastity was in many ways even more important and has made my life exactly what I always wanted and deserved.

It has been a 40 year road to get to this point. I want to share day to day issues that come up and hear from all of you in this forum but I have to explain how I reached this stage of my life, I hope it is helpful so that you can understand a mean bitch’s point of view.

After a few weeks in the CB6000 he seemed to adjust pretty well and stopped complaining, but over the next few months he started to slack off again. One day I caught him and realized the problem. He was able to slip out and pleasure himself. Unfortunately for him that meant getting a Neosteel Arch which has him completely and securely locked, with his dick pulled back between his legs and no access at all. If he behaves he gets briefly released once a week, and believe me he is a very good boy now. The belt has finally made him completely obedient and subservient and made our marriage perfect as far as I am concerned.

Bottom line I refuse to apologize for living the life that is typical for a successful man in my position. At home I have a “wife” who does all the chores and makes my life as easy as possible, who is completely dependent on me, who jumps when I say jump and who has to accept that I have an active and fulfilling sex life outside of the marriage. And the chastity belt is fundamental, because it is a simple reward and punishment system that keeps him in line and at my beck and call. So that is how I arrived here. It has taken a while but I have the life that I deserve.

You’re right, you have every right to want an obedient and subservient husband. You have nothing to apologize for, you financially support him and grant him release every week if he’s well behaved, that’s pretty generous if you ask me. It takes a strong woman to realize what’s wrong in her relationship and take charge of the situation. We as a society should encourage more woman to be as empowered as you.

Excellent you are training him well. I stopped my husband masturbating by also locking him in chastity and its taken a while to find the right device that is secure and neat. He is now locked each day in his steel cage which also penetrates his urethra which stops him escaping.

I also decided that since he was no use as a male any more he can be my girl friend so I dress him up too as part of his submission training.
Works for me and keeps him so stimulated he does anything I want and is now only allowed to wear skirts and heels while at home.

In general as an assertive, dominant woman I am considered a mean bitch. And I admit that I am selfish and hard on my husband.

A few weeks ago I weighed him on our digital scale and he was 0.1 pounds short of his goal, which meant that he would stay locked up for another week. He was almost in tears and I actually felt sorry for him but it was important to maintain discipline so the belt stayed on. One of my rules is no whining or complaining so he just had to take it, he knew that if he begged me to release him I would add another week to his chastity. Tough, but fair.

#3 Belt >>> Cage. Switching my husband from a cage to a full belt was necessary for security, but it goes way deeper than that. Men have a sense of pride and arrogance simply based on having a cock. A good belt removes any access to his cock and pulls it back leaving a feminine flat front with no bulge at all, and it also forces the man to squat in order to pee. It has a huge psychological effect in taming the man and eliminating the masculine traits that interfere with FLR. In my husband’s case it had an immediate effect on his personality and resulted in a healthy attitude adjustment.

Thanks, you are right that I know what I want and I demand nothing less from my husband. My husband is not allowed any PIV sex, as long as he is married to me he won’t be penetrating anyone. I do enjoy him pleasuring me orally and he does that on almost a daily basis. He does see me walking around nude but unfortunately I think that its frustrating for him when I do that. He is allowed to masturbate when I grant him his weekly release but he is on his own, I don’t watch and he is certainly not touching me, licking me or watching me when he is unlocked.

I’m just curious, why do you allow him to masturbate? Once my wife decided she no longer wanted my penis involved in sex, it was permanent chastity for me. In a FLR, I would think you would have more authority and control by not allowing him any sexual gratification ever.

Not trying to suggest how to run your marriage, just curious why you allow him that much autonomy and freedom.

Given he’s in a Neosteel have you got or considered the RCES (Remote Controlled Education Shield)? Perfect for giving him a few volts right where it hurts when he needs kept in line or taught a lesson.

1. I “keep him around” because I enjoy his company, value his support and appreciate being married to him and sharing our lives together.

2. 95% of my orgasms are provided by my husband. He pleasures me with his tongue on pretty much a daily basis. Sometimes I enjoy the company of other men and desire full sex but that is secondary to the intimacy I have with my husband.

3. There is a kink to my relationship with my husband in that I enjoy having total control over him and I admit the power trip turns me on. But keeping him chastised has a major practical side to it besides kink, it makes the relationship work for me by keeping him focused, behaved and motivated. Without the chastity our marriage probably would fall apart due to his laziness.

4. It’s not a kink for my husband in any way. He hates being locked up but it’s the price he has to pay to maintain our relationship, and it’s worth it to him to endure being in the belt.

He has not warmed up to being pegged, it’s just something he has to endure. Besides being a show of power it is physically arousing for me, but after penetrating him I usually have him turn around and bring me to orgasm with his tongue. The belt stays on throughout, the model he wears has a rear opening.

Thanks! Transitioning from a cage to the belt changed everything for the better. It is completely secure, but more than that it is imposible for my husband to even see or touch his penis, and the belt also creates a flat, feminine front with no bulge whatsoever, which has a powerful psychological effect. A lot of a man’s ego and arrogance is related to his penis, having it not only locked away but essentially disappeared humbles a man and makes him much less defiant. Managing his releases gives me all the control that I need, he craves being out of the belt and that is enough to keep him productive and behaved.

Also from the very start as soon as I caged him I painted his toes and insisted he maintained them bright red to start him on a path to enforced feminization as well. The rest is just history now he has gone too far down the rabbit hole and basically accepts his enforced chastity and his ultimate emasculation.

The belt was only part of it, but mainly my husband accepted the traditionally female role in our relationship. Instead of taking initiative he learned to follow my lead and to look for me to give him instructions and to set his limits. He adopted a mindset of thinking about pleasing me (and avoiding ever displeasing me) in order to receive his rewards. He learned to adapt to my moods and to modify his behavior to my whims. The best way to out it is to say that the belt wiped away any typical male arrogance and pride that he had left.

As you said he has to serve my pussy knowing that he will never penetrate a woman again. It’s humbling for a man to only use his tongue instead of his penis. Being on his knees with his face buried between my legs is a daily reminder of his position in our relationship, and it’s still difficult for him to accept, but over time he continues to adjust and accept.

I would allow it. It would reinforce the fact that his pleasure comes from submitting to my power.

You seem to have done a great job with your husband so far in progressively reducing his male ego, and hopefully in completely de-sexualizing regular intercourse, eliminating that option in favor of regular service to you. He may still resist, but your consistency is key! In my experience, fully achieving that allows the male’s fantasies and energy to be redirected away from himself and towards pleasing us. More importantly, along that training process, I’ve noticed my males continue responding with increased submission when I make an effort to give them positive reinforcement as they perform certain tasks that I demand in order to eliminate that “male pride” or stereotypical male attitudes and behaviors. That firms up their commitment over time, and makes it clear to them that his submission is praiseworthy and is something for him to be very proud of!

Wow…..I just can’t imagine being that close to pussy daily but never getting to use your penis again never to feel the warmth and tightness of a great pussy
I can’t imagine he can totally accept that. How does he resist ? Does he ever look to get out of his cage when your gone?
It seems if he is never going to get to use his penis ever again it would be more humane and simpler to just have it removed? Ever considered if you view it so worthless ?

 

I have been been caged for a little while now, mistress says my cock is hers…..I am not allowed to play with it, and when I was released last time…..no O, she has me plugged at night and the next evolution is plugged and caged 24/7…….I have no release……not allowed anal pleasure and not allowed to touch “her” cock. I know she has a plan but I am getting a little concerned that she is intending long term denial….I don’t watch porn, Mistress doesn’t approve….but then whats the point anyway if I can’t cum? Is there any other way I can get release without disobeying my Mistress?

Since I am not allowed to have PIV intercourse or to masturbate, all of my orgasms come from prostate milking, pegging or an anal vibrator. How regular this is, I don’t know. But it’s the new normal for this submissive hubby.

No PIV for 5+ years, no wanking ever permitted, so I’ve come to appreciate and look forward to being milked. Being an older sissy makes me more docile and easier to control, I think. She certainly has the control.

My sub has not had one for years. Nor will again.Ever.

My Wife/Goddess is very much in the same thought process.
In our pre-chastity past She loved to make me cum and watch me spurt; now She seems to really enjoy milking and ruining me along with not putting up with my post-orgasm moodiness.
The previous Saturday I was milked and last Saturday night She ruined me while teasing – last Saturday She was once again edging me relentlessly to the point I was begging for an orgasm; after asking if She was going to ruin me She mentioned that’s not Her plan but if that’s what happens then so be it… at one point I felt ‘something’ and asked if anything came out – She said no but then when She squeezed my shaft She pushed some cum out – “Well, looks like I did ruin you…”

I’m now approaching 6 months without a real orgasm and getting deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of insane hornyness and lust / craving for my Wife – as much as I’m desperate for an orgasm during edging I’m ultimately grateful that my Wife denies me.
I sometimes think back trying to remember what a real orgasm feels like…

I love orgasms and will take one as soon as it’s offered. She doesn’t have to tell me twice and usually happens seconds after she says ok…but they are for me. A gift. She has and can orgasm from grinding on me with me inside, but it’s not the earth shattering kind from either the strapon or the wand. So, if she gives them to me it isn’t because she just got too horny to hold back and needed my penis. It is because she wanted to give me a treat. Like all gifts, it doesn’t pay to expect them. Luckily for me she hasn’t gone past 4 weeks or so without her feeling I deserved a gift. She could easily find her generosity evaporate if she felt that she didn’t want the other me to keep showing up.

i am not allow spurty ones but i am milked evry 4 weeks if i have been good.

It has been over a year for me and I have learnt to get pleasure from anal mastrbation now which is now more intense than a regular o
My wife loves it and unfortunatey can’ see me getting a unlocked for some time
We both love our lifestyle and sex life so no complaints

My last regular Orgasm was September 20.Since if been locked by my Goddess in October i had no regular Orgasm.
Ans i dont know if i sometimes happen that i‘m allowed to cum regular again.

My last PIV action was 2 January 2016 with a ruined orgasm, been on ejaculation ad erection denial ever since, RO only very irregular.
My princess likes it very much hat I can meanwhile make myself ejaculate when rubbing my penis like a clit without erection and so do I.

My wife sometimes allows me to attempt PIV sex with her, but it’s not at all sexually satisfying for her. It’s more of a means for her to reinforce my inadequacies and laugh at and humiliate me for not being able to get it in at all in some positions, slipping out constantly if I do get it in, and for the fact that she can’t really feel much when it is in.

It’s been a loooong time since I was able to orgasm while inside her (w/ condom). And I highly doubt I’ll ever do it again. But we take breaks from chastity, so sometimes I am allowed to masturbate after my pathetic attempts at PIV and/or after she rides my face and has me lick her while she enjoys her huge dildo.

Yesterday Goddess tells me about her plans for me in 2018.

No PIV Sex

No wanking permitted

Only milked by her.

So 2018 will be my first orgasm free year.

I have not been allowed to penetrate my wife for years now. I only get ruined orgasms through milking. She enjoys her “boyfriend” vibrator better than my pathetic little cock and she can have a real orgasm with her lover twice a week but I only see her when she comes back home. I get sometimes a chance to see her panties or garter belt with little white stains…

lubed latex gloves in rear — or just vibrator in rear and on scrotum — prostate orgasm — no need for penile orgasm really — if done well with humiliation — prostate lasts longer — 30 seconds not 3 — and is less intense but sweeet — “cum like a girl you are a sissy now.” personally the whole sissy thing goes with this. if you are still macho sorry, that does not go with the new kind of orgasm for you now — if you give up penile orgasm you should be in the girl outfit at least during sex ?? never cum unless in bondage and with something in your behind, your pussy. personal opinion. vibrator on frenum (under head behind head) is nice but does not make it a penile orgasm. you can train to adapt to diff kind of orgasm without erection without leaving cage. good luck.

 

I have continued to practice chastity with my husband. He remains locked in a male chastity device that encases his penis and cannot be removed without me unlocking it with the key I keep.

There are so many benefits in the past couple of years since my husband came to me with this request. He is no longer allowed to masturbate. He used to do that a lot, mostly to internet porn, Victoria’s Secret catalogs and various swimsuit catalogs. It always seemed odd to me that I receive all these Victoria’s Secret catalogs and Venus Swimsuit catalogs and I’ve never ordered anything from them or requested their catalogs. Hmmmmm, I wonder how that happens, lol.Things I’ve read on other chastity sites recommend that a wife can use chastity training to restrict a husband’s fantasizing to her and her alone. This intensifies his attraction to her and prevents him from creating arousal fixations on other women.

It makes sense, that if your husband is constantly masturbating to photos of 25 year old skinny little size 0/2 models, that it will make him more fixated on girls who look like that. Eventually he may lose the ability to be turned on by his 45 year old wife who has gained a little weight over the years and wears a size 16 (ok, I’m really a 26). That’s how men end up running off to have an affair with some waitress from the diner.

In chastity, William is only allowed to have orgasms in my presence and while fantasizing about me, the woman he’s married to. The women in those catalogs are so much younger than William that it is almost like kiddie porn for a man his age. After nearly two years, William says that he is more focused on my body and how it looks. His focus on me during our teasing and love making sessions is now at a level that seems almost like worship. I love that!

And his obsequious demeanor grows stronger every day. So one day, I told him to dig all of the Victoria’s Secret, Venus and swimsuit and lingerie catalogs out from underneath the bed. I had him pull the order envelopes out of each one and tear the address label off of each kind. I had him tape each label to a piece of paper and write, “Please remove this address from your mailing list.” I had him put them in the envelopes, seal them and put stamps on each one and I put them in my purse to mail. Then I had him put all of the catalogs in with the garbage. I did this on trash day and then had him take them to meet the garbage truck and see that they all got tossed in the trash. The poor thing, he pouted like a little boy to have to say good bye to all of his young girls. As a reward, I allowed him a session of worshiping my butt and feet and told him that I was the only lingerie model he was going to fantasize to from now on. Oddly, he seemed blissfully happy for me to take ownership of his sexual fantasy life in this way. For some time, it has seemed like he tells me more often how beautiful and sexy I am. I hope to keep that devotion growing and growing.

My husband has said that what he likes most about having me maintain him in chastity is having me tease him. He earned a lot of “Obedient Husband Points ” over the weekend so Sunday afternoon I treated him to a chance to draw a slip from his grab basket. He doesn’t know that it’s filled only with items allowing him to perform acts of service to me or some extreme teasing but no orgasm. He was so excited when I held the grab basket for him.

He fiddled with the various slips of paper as if good fortune or luck might get him the best favor. The slip he drew said, “Time out of device with hands tied, handjob but no orgasm.” It was one of the ones he wrote. So I got the love cuffs out of my nightgown drawer and attached them to his wrists and ankles and clipped on the restraints at each corner of our bed. He was already getting pretty erect by the time I got the key from the lock box and removed the lock from his chastity device. I had a little trouble getting the penis cage off, he was so large. I left the back ring on because it’s so hard to get him back in that but I pulled the pins so they wouldn’t jab him. He writhed and moaned with excitement. I clipped my hair clip on his erect penis and tugged on it some.

Then I decided to really tease him. I said, “Wow, seeing you so hard has made me really horny. I think I want you inside me.” He got really excited and said that he would love that. I took my hair clip off his penis and straddled him. I put just the head of his penis very slightly inside of me. He raised up trying to thrust deeper but he couldn’t due to the restraints and having me on top of him. I rubbed and teased a little more and he dribbled some. Then I said, “I’d love to let you loose and let you take me but as long as it’s been for you and as horny as you are, I’m afraid you would go crazy and get too carried away”. He begged, ” No I won’t, no I won’t!” I said, ” No, you can’t control yourself when its been this long and you’re this horny. I think I’m going to keep you in restraints and take you like this. This way I can control how it goes.” I eased just his head in a little a few times. He was moaning and pleading and trying to lift his pelvis up to thrust deeper inside me. With him tied in four point restraint and me on top of him, I was able to control how deep he went and prevent any further penetration.

At one point I slipped myself all the way down on him so that he was completely inside me. I asked if that felt good for him and he said that it did. Then I said, “I’m glad this feels good for you. I want you to have a good memory of this day. I’ve decided that this will be the last time that you are ever allowed to be inside me like this”. He pleaded, “But why?” I said, “Well, you have asked me to be dominant in our marriage and you have said that you want to pledge yourself to me in obedience and submission.” He agreed that this is true. He tried to do pelvic thrusts but couldn’t move with me on top. I told him to be still or I would pull off. He complied. I continued, “Putting your penis inside me is an act of dominance. You even act more dominant whenever I allow you inside me. If I am to maintain the dominant position in our marriage, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to allow you inside me.” He just pleaded pitifully, “No.” I said, “You asked me to take charge and manage our marital sex life for the betterment of our relationship. This is what I think is best and what I’ve decided. There are lots of other ways for you to feel good. There are men who never get to put their penis in a woman’s vagina and they do just fine. Now lie still and we can stay like this for a bit. I want your last time to be a pleasant memory for you.”

I moved up and down on him very slowly a couple of times. It seemed like he could be close to coming so I said, “OK, that should be enough” and I pulled off of him. He was trembling and whimpering.

Then I said, “Wow, that got me really turned on. I need to cum now” I rolled off of him and retrieved my vibrator from my underwear drawer. While I was pleasuring myself I didn’t realize that I had my hand firmly wrapped around his penis. He almost came when I did. The whole time, he was straining at his restraints trying to roll over to rub his penis against me, bury his nose in my hair or have any contact with me he could. I had gotten so horny teasing him, that I had a really incredible orgasm. I wrapped my body around his while I was still quivering.

I have found, that while he is completely immobilized in four point restraint and I have my hand firmly wrapped around his penis, he will agree to, and promise anything I ask of him. While I had him like that, I gently stroked the hair on his chest and whispered in his ear, “Sweetie, I need you to do some things for me today.” His voice trembled as he said, “Yes dear, what is it?” I told him, that when I let him loose, I was going to take a nap for a while and I needed him to gather all of my boots from my closet, wipe them all down and polish them and put them back in boxes to be stored in the hall closet for the summer. In his trembling voice he said, “Yes Dear.” Then I said, “You know that I’m going out of town on business next week. I want you to get out my suitcase and set it out in the guest room for me. Then I need you to gather up all of my bras and underpants in the bedroom and wash them for me. Then I want you to get my navy dress pumps, my black dress pumps and my taupe slingback pumps and make sure that they are all cleaned, polished and wrapped in shoe bags to be packed. Then, don’t forget my aerobics shoes because I want to work out when I’m at the hotel. And, I want you to do it quietly so you don’t disturb my nap.” Then I asked him to repeat the instructions which he did perfectly.

It’s amazing how attentive a man can be when he’s spread eagle on the bed, held in four point restraints, and you have your hand firmly wrapped around his penis. He was saying, “Yes Dear, I’ll take care of it, right away Dear.”

Then I told him what I would like him to prepare for dinner: Lemon herbed grilled chicken breasts, grilled asparagus and Chardonnay (the cooking classes I enrolled him in last fall have really paid off). Then I told him he could wake me from my nap with a glass of wine when he completed the chores and had dinner ready to serve. I squeezed my hand more firmly around his penis for emphasis. He was full of “Yes Dear” and “I will Dear, right away dear.” An obedience trained husband is such a useful thing for a busy career woman to have.

It took quite a while with an ice pack on his penis and testicles to get him to come down to where I could get his penis tube back on. It took several attempts because he kept getting aroused each time I had to handle it just to get it stuffed back in. I finally figured out that it helped to use the end of my toothbrush to stuff it back in so I didn’t have to touch it, because the warmth of my fingers kept getting him aroused again.

I had a lovely relaxing Sunday afternoon nap after an incredible orgasm. William woke me gently at dinner time and served me my glass of wine. He had a wonderful dinner prepared and I can’t think when I’ve had as nice a spring afternoon.