As you start down the path of your power exchange relationship, he may want to submit to you in many ways and not just sexually. My husband want me to be a strong, strict Mistress/Wife and be the “Boss” of our marriage 24/4/365, and I am. He needs me to dominant him sexually and needs me to be in total control of his sex life. I am, totally. He needs tease and denial. I have learned to be very good at that and enjoy it. In regard to sex, I now regard his penis as being irrelevant to my sexual satisfaction. Cuckolding him really brings out his submissive side so I gladly do that because even though he is in chastity, I am not and I NEED intercourse to stay balanced.

By careful communication and much talking and listening and learning, I have become his loving Mistress.24/7 and he is becoming more and more submissive to me. We have not yet reached his submissive hard limit yet and I love being in charge. I like that he obeys me most of the time. He now says “Yes, Ma’am / No Ma’am” even in public situations. And I must admit to getting quite a bit of enjoyment in the power afforded me when I blister his bare bottom when I feel he needs it. Like you I do not like to be cruelly degrading or humiliating, but I am truthful about his small penis and that another man gives me the best sex everrr. But we also have “scenes” where I am a total Bitch Mistress and I greatly intensify bot the emotional and the physical domination. I will say things like: “Do you know that you are totally fcuking worthless in bed, a pathetic lover with a useless little cock? DO you know that? Answer me!!” And I will spank him for having a small cock or for being worthless in bed or for the fact that is a cuckold that lets other men fcuk his wife.

Your husband is new enough to this that he *thinks* he wants full-on D/s intensity 24/7. My FLR is 24/7 but most of the day is pretty routine. The difference is that I carry the most weight in making decisions, I give him tasks and punish them if he fails to carry them out when expected. I control the sex 24/7/365 in all ways. Other than the times he cutely says “Yes Ma’am” even in front of friends and others, there are few clues that I am his Mistress/Leader/Boss/Goddess. this lifestyle can be very rewarding when two people on the same page communicate, fulfill each others needs and desires in a way that both feel relatively comfortable with. Note I say “relatively comfortable”? Being real, like most wives who eventually get into things like sexually denying their husbands, I and felt very bad telling him “NO!” when he wanted sex. Was uncomfortable doing it. But now, I will tell him “NO! Now be quiet and go to sleep, we might talk about it tomorrow.” I enjoy being in charge sexually and like it that I can tell him no now. The first time I cuckolded him I must admit I did it without even thinking about my husband because the guy was a hottie. But we had discussed it and I knew my husband would be ok with it and into it once it happened. The fist time I got out a cane and blistered his behind I felt really bad that it left marks. But now I am proud of my “painting”! I make im go naked around the house for a day or two just to admire his bruised butt. If you saw his butt after the severe paddling he got the first time my husband touched me inappropriately without permission, you would probably have recoiled in horror, it looked raw and the bruises lasted for days. Now every spanking is real and severe because that is what gets through to his hard head. But it works for *us*. What works for us may or may not work for you and may take years to get to that point even if you want to go in that direction.

You should set rules and the consequences of violating them.

If bf is under discipline of chastity, he must not ejaculate without permission. He is not allowed to ask for permission if he’s under discipline or chastity with 2 exceptions, both during supervised masturbation sessions (the only time I tolerate masturbation).

1. If I tell him he may ask for permission.

2. A supervised masturbation session I’ve decreed to mark the end of his disciplinary or chastity period.

I always enforce the penalty, zero tolerance for ejaculation without permission while under discipline or chastity. Of course, during supervised masturbation, I rarely give him permission to ejaculate, so he gets a tawsing. Sometimes, I will “bargain” with him and get him to agree to things if I give him permission. If it’s a session to mark the end of a period of discipline or chastity and he ejaculates without permission, I don’t usually put him back in chastity, but he gets the tawsing no matter what.

He has to bring me the tawse, kneel, kiss it, present it to me and ask me to use it on him. Sometimes I make him ask sincerely, sometimes I make him beg.

Ejaculation without permission must not be tolerated. Discipline for breaking the rules must be sure, swift and severe. He’s going to learn to control himself or I’ll teach him how & until he learns to control himself, I’m going to control him.

Rules and guidelines for proper slave husband to proper oral servitude :

1.         Consider orally serving a woman a privilege and honour.

2.         Always be ready, eager and willing to serve her orally in any way and as much as she likes, at any time, anywhere and under any circumstances, no matter whether she just was at the gym for a workout or whether she is just having her periods or whether she just had sex, with you or any other man. You always owe her your full oral servitude at all times.  Consider it your basic duty as a ( gentle-)man to serve a lady like that.

3.         Consider Cunnilingus and Anilingus as the basic and natural form of having sex with a woman.

4.         Never expect anything in return, let alone demand any sexual favours in return.

5.         Absolutely never and under no circumstances ejaculate without her explicit permission. Do not masturbate or play with yourself while serving her orally, unless she wants you to.

6.         Whenever you think about losing control, beg her to help you, i.e. with some harsh testicle treatment ( slapping, kneading and/or stretching vigourously ) in order to immediately abort your urge to ejaculate and cool you down. It is YOUR duty to signal it to her early enough to avoid unpermitted ejaculation. There is no excuse for it, no matter how much she has been teasing you !

7.         Whenever allowed the privilege to ejaculate always instantly and automatically lick up every drop of your own slime, no matter where it has ended up. Should you have been granted the utmost privilege of being allowed to ejaculate inside her body ( vaginal or anal ), ensure that every trace of your male slime is again being instantly removed from her body by sucking and licking her vagina or anus with utmost respect, devotion and gratitude until she has been perfectly cleaned again from your mess. An excellent way for you to do so is to offer her your face to sit on, however always do it the way she likes it best.

8.         Always express utmost and humble respect when serving a woman orally, i.e. any form of oral service is always performed with you being fully naked, kneeling in front of her ready to serve, even if you are only required to tongue clean the soles of her shoes or kiss her anus ! You can only remain clothed or semi clothed if explicitly instructed by her to do so.

9.         Never touch her with your hands and always keep your hands firmly behind your back at all times while serving her orally, unless instructed by her to use your hands in any other way.

10.       Always follow her wishes and instructions promptly and eagerly no matter how much discomfort or humiliation it may cause you and never stop until she tells you to, pushes you away or simply gets off you.

11.       Always be prepared to eagerly drink and swallow any form of vaginal discharge, slime, sweat, juices, menstruation, semen (!) and of course her urine. Always lick her properly clean after she has climaxed and thank her for the privilege with a deep, passionate and memorable anal French kiss.

12.       Consider it a gentleman’s duty to offer her your mouth as ladies toilet at any time. Always assume the necessary position, which allows her maximum ease and comfort and enables you to swallow every drop, i.e. without causing any mess. Learn to swallow continuously and efficiently, allowing her to use your mouth freely without any restrictions or inhibitions. Always lick her clean after she has used you and thank her afterwards.

13.       Equally when tongue serving her anally, be prepared to tongue clean her anus AND rectum (!) properly from any sort of dirt, especially when she wishes to use your tongue instead of toilet paper. Always ask for permission to wash your mouth after tongue serving her anally, should you be required to perform further oral services for her or any other woman. Never perform Cunnilingus after you have performed Anilingus, without washing your mouth first ( -> could cause vaginal infections ). Otherwise of course be proud to taste her anal flavour in your mouth for as long as possible.

14.       The presence of other women does not change any of the above rules, i.e. when required to serve her you perform with equal eagerness and passion, strip fully naked and kneel in front of her, willingly enduring the humiliation it may cause you being exposed, paraded or shown off in front of other women.

15.       Accept the right of your lady to always offer your oral services as well to other women. Always obey her and serve any other lady given to with utmost respect and devotion in any way required, no matter whether you like her looks or not and accept the humiliation as a proof of your love for your lady and a proof of your respect and adoration for the female sex.

1. HAVE DINNER READY: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal – on time. This is a way of letting Her know that you have been thinking about Her, and are concerned about Her needs. Most Women are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

2. PREPARE YOURSELF: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when She arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. She has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. Her boring day may need a lift.

3. CLEAR AWAY CLUTTER. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your Wife arrives. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your Wife will feel She has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too.

4. MINIMIZE THE NOISE: At the time of Her arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, or vacuum. Greet Her with a warm smile and kiss, letting Her know you’re glad to see Her.

5. SOME DON’TS: Don’t greet Her with problems or complaints. Don’t complain if She’s late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what She might have gone through that day.

6. MAKE HER COMFORTABLE. Have Her lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest She lay down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for Her. Arrange Her pillow and offer to take off Her shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow Her to relax and unwind.

7. LISTEN TO HER: You may have a dozen things to tell Her, but the moment of Her arrival is not the time. Let Her talk first.

8. MAKE THE EVENING HERS: Never complain if She does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead try to understand Her world of strain and pressure and Her need to be home and relax.

9. THE GOAL: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your Wife can relax.

His Domme Owner has been satisfied with the slave man’s behavior. He is consistently humble. He obeys promptly and without unnecessary questions. Always his natural act is to do whatever pleases her best.

As a reward she permits him to kiss and lick her feet for a few minutes.

Looking at my pathetic, beaten husband — my toppled, defeated man — I became bitter. Contemptuous. I realized I had married half of a man. A weakling. Soon I learned that all men are that way — when handled correctly — but at that time my husband was the sole target of my contempt.

And I decided to rape him.

Quickly, I proceeded to our bedroom — opened my closet — and, stripping down to my panties, I strapped on the eleven-inch dildo. Then I went back out to the living room where my husband still lay on the floor, shaking, clutching at his groin, his sobs toned down to steady weeping.

I moved up behind him, and ordered him on his knees. At first he stalled, then I kicked him in the side, triggering a deep, gasping sound from his chest.

“Do as I fucking say, Justin.”

He moved jerkily to his knees, his head swaying visibly.

“Now undo your pants.”

His crying picked up again.

“Undo your FUCKING pants or I’ll slice your balls off with a paring knife then Fed-Ex them to your goddam parents.”

Justin undid his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.

“Now put your hands on the carpet.”

He obeyed. He was on his hands and knees. The huge artificial penis extending from my crotch like a swordfish’s spike, I moved up behind my husband, predatory, ready to ravage his tight little ass. I reached around him and gripped his balls; pinched them — he gasped, his voice feminine — and yanked down on them. Pushing the large, bulbous head of the dildo up between his legs, I began rubbing his balls roughly against it.

“You feel this, Justin? This is what real manhood feels like. Not a little cocktail wiener like yours, Justin; not like your little nibble-nuts. This is what a MAN feels like. You ever felt a man inside you? At work, Justin? Your boss, maybe? Ever let him take you?”

Justin wept a denial.

“Well then, I’m going to show you what a real man does. Maybe you can learn from this, Justin, so that one day maybe you can please me like a man.”

Then, releasing his little balls, I took my husband’s virginity in a ruthless fashion.

“Just pretend I’m one of your little buddies at work, Justin.” I speared the dildo between his cheeks, pounded it deep into his body.

“Just pretend this is one of their little peenie-weenies.”

By the time I was finished with him, by the time I thought I had proved my point to him, my husband’s voice was gone from him crying out so loud, at times screaming. I had broken several of my fingernails on the flesh of his buttocks. While I was screwing my husband’s hole I nailed him in the balls a few more times; at one point I grabbed his nuts and tried to crumple them up like croutons in my fist, making him recite the Lord’s Prayer while I did so. For several days he couldn’t walk without limping, for I had badly bruised his groin in various places with my elbow and my knees. His rectum was torn; bloodied.

And it took more than a week for the bruises to leave his face.

My husband, I determined, was the sort of man who required discipline from a woman.

Our relationship became, for a time, a prolonged struggle in which he attempted to re-assert himself as the dominant party — in response to which I inflicted further punishments upon him. I realized I had solidly acquired the position of dominance in the relationship and I had no intent of relinquishing it.

The punishment I chose for my husband took a variety of different forms: some mainly physical, some psychological. For example, about a month after I first raped Tim, I coincidentally ran into a man I had met a couple of times in college. The guy was still extremely handsome; I lusted after him in college — it turns out the feeling was mutual — but we had never gone out. Surprising myself, I asked him on a date.

“I thought you were married.”

“I am. I can still date other people, though.”

“Oh, you mean: your husband wanted to see other women, so you decided that it’d only be fair if you could–“

“No. My husband isn’t allowed to see other women. But I see other men.”

“Does he…”

“He knows about it, yes.”

“What does he say?”

“I haven’t asked his opinion.”

A couple of days later, I slept with this man, Mack, in my (and my husband’s) bed. I had arranged it so that Justin was lying in the narrow space under the bed while Mack and I made love on the mattress above him. So that he could feel the weight of our loving bodies against him.

Before he came, he decided to pull out of my mouth and have me ride his cock. My pussy already felt stretched; I was certain I’d be sore the next day. But feeling his shaft penetrate me so deeply, stretch me so wide, I lost my head in ecstasy, and began riding him in a thrashing, delirious way.

After he left that evening, I found my husband weeping under the bed. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out from under the bed, then made him suck Mack’s semen from my vagina. My labia, my mons, my clitoris — everything between my legs was drenched in his thick seed. I made my husband lick me clean. When he was done, I noticed that he had an erection — his cock was stiffer, fuller than I’d seen it in quite a while — so I told him his little weenie didn’t impress me, then slammed my foot against his balls. He collapsed onto the floor, holding his nuts like he was afraid they’d break off his body and escape. He wept for at least half an hour. I yelled at him to shut the fuck up, but he couldn’t control himself. Finally I had to smack him a few times.

After Mack left that evening I raped my husband again — perhaps more viciously than I had before. I made him stand above a mirror on the floor, bent over, while I sodomized him. I wanted him to see his own facial expressions — see his body shake and seize up — while I fucked him. Then I threw him to the floor, and lashed at his groin with a thick leather belt. When he tried to cover his genitals with his hands, I’d direct the belt against his face or chest.

I made him spend the night in the back yard — naked. The whole time he sat huddled, quivering, clutching himself for warmth at the side of the garage, where he thought it was least likely that anyone would see him.

Eventually my husband seemed to give up the idea of ever being equal with me in our relationship. Instead of whining about my treatment of him — the way I occasionally woke him up in the middle of the night by anally raping him, or by stuffing phallic objects (dildos, carrots, etc.) into his mouth, etc. — he began threatening to leave me. He was “threatening to run away,” like a child.

I had essentially two kinds of responses that juvenile tactic. The first was shutting him up — and hopefully deterring further idiotic outbursts — but psychically punishing him.

The second way was by creating a scenario for him of what would happen if he ever did indeed run away.

“Most likely, Justin, I’ll track you down, bring you back, and then I’ll castrate you. Clip off your balls like a couple of kumquats.”

I told him this while we both lay in bed — he with his hands tied to one of the bedposts behind him. I reached under the blanket and cupped his testicles in my hand.

“And I’ve given it some thought. I’ve decided that when — because I’m sure it’ll happen eventually, it’s just a matter of when you piss me off enough — when I castrate you, Justin, I’m going to get it on videotape. And I think I’ll send a copy to your parents. Don’t you think your mother would love to watch that? She never thought I was good enough for you.”

I squeezed my husband’s nuts firmly. He whimpered; his eyes were tearful.

I told Justin I’d make him watch the tape of him being castrated over and over while I sodomized him with huge strap-ons, phallic vegetables, etc. on our living room floor. I’d make him re-live he emasculation as a daily ritual.

And I told him I’d take him out to nude beaches to show everyone his modification. I’d guide my eunuch around and chat with strangers about how pleasant it was to have a sexually void husband to serve me, and to act as a toy for me and my genuinely male lovers. I’d let the strangers examine his scars, and tell them about how he wasn’t really a man to begin with.

I mentioned that I might like to castrate him in the desert somewhere — or on the grounds of some isolated state park. I’d let the blood of his wound seep into the ground. Later I’d take my lovers to that spot, for them to screw me where I had terminated my husband’s masculinity. The disembodied spirit of Justin’s maleness would remain at that spot; hover around us; take part in our sexual encounter.

I told Justin that perhaps I’d dry his testicles and hang them from leather cords above the doorway to our house as good luck charms. And, perhaps, with his crotch mostly empty, I’d make him decorate the space where his nuts once dangled with prettier ornaments: things like Christmas tree decorations, or beautiful crystals, or bunches of aromatic herbs.

Or maybe I’d videotape myself at the dinner table, eating his cooked testes with him sitting beside me, watching. Weeping. My poor husband — I’d even make him do the cooking. Then I’d reach over to him with the fork: “Open up, Justin. Your turn to take a bite. Open your mouth, eunuch: it’s your food.”

Maybe after castrating him I’d freeze the testicles, then, periodically, I’d remove them from the freezer and — with him tied firmly, totally unable to move — I’d throw them, over and over, at his cheeks, his nose, his eyes.

The purpose of the Kali’s Teeth security device is to remind the male that erections and orgasms are not permitted without consent of the Keyholder. It is a physical preventive device. Therefore, in the interest of orgasmic control training the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device should be worn for the amount of time abstinence is desired. It will be noted that unprinted intercourse will be impossible without serious injury to the penis.

Tested males have relayed a few of the effects of wearing the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device. Erections are possible. However, if the male persists in letting himself get erections, for whatever reason, the teeth will, indeed, leave marks. Once the bracelet is removed, these marks will form scabs which will shower off after 3 or 4 days, leaving no sign. If the male can keep his mind on proper thoughts, the scabs will not even appear.

As already mentioned, erections do happen. The intense pain of using the device, however, ensures that they will not last long, even in the most extreme of masochistic males. Intense mental training provided by the Keyholder over a period of time is desirable. This, and the Fear of pain, of course, can actually help a male stop his penis from becoming erect once it has started to. Stopping it in mid-stream, so to speak.

It’s all in the mind really. This is where the true value of the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device as a training device shows forth. Coupled with audio lessons in orgasmic control, techniques provided by the Keyholder and repeater tapes; real, lasting change can be achieved. The Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device is much more than a preventive, security device – it is a complete program in i orgasmic control when used properly.

The Keyholder may desire to remove the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device in order to allow the male to become aroused without discomfort. Periodic teasing to erection enhances the use of the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device. Care should be taken not to allow the male to orgasm during these teasing exercises unless the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device will be removed for at least 24 hours. These permitted orgasms should be few and far between to ensure the success of the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device program. After adequate teasing without orgasm, the male should be allowed a lengthy ‘cooling off period’ before the bracelet is locked back on. This allows the erection to subside. If the Teeth of Kali Male Chastity Device is put back on immediately after teasing, the male might be so aroused that he might be able to ejaculate before the penis becomes erect once more. Testing has shown that perhaps a half hour of inactivity or a cold shower would suffice. The male should be monitored closely during this ‘cooling off’ to make sure he does not ejaculate.

The male can do rigorous physical work while wearing the bracelet. In fact, after awhile, he will almost forget he has it on. That is, until he starts leering at an attractive Woman or engaging in some other such unauthorized male pursuit. Then the Goddess will bite… and hard!

I had him come to my house to clean the and do my laundry three time each week and then I started to get him come every night after he finished his work, he never got to sleep with me I made him sleep on a mattress on the floor of a small box room and be on call at all times if I needed anything.

After a few years like this I decided to him because of his wealth. He is not very good looking and is no good in the sex department, he has a little cock about 4 inches, but I told him that I would marry him if he became my full time servile slave, he agreed and we signed a contract that I would own everything and he would be my slave.

My husband’s living quarters are of course in the basement, there are two rooms in the basement one is large room directly under my TV and relax room and also under my gym the other is a small room off the large room that would have been the coal store it had a opening from the outside where the coal was delivered but this was now fully closed up, the room has no windows and is only about 8 ft x 10ft, he has a small radiator, an old steel frame bed that we found in the attic and a old wooden commode that serves as a seat and his toilet, the toilet bucket can be lifted out to empty, he has to empty his toilet bucket down a manhole in the yard, he is not allowed to use any of the toilets or bathrooms. He keeps himself clean by bringing down buckets of water from the laundry room and has to wash himself this way. I insist on this to ensure that he fully understands that he is a servant and he must live his life like a servant /slave. I have a call system one part he wears round his balls and the other I have hand held so when I require him I press the button and he gets a shock.

I keep this on a ring attached to my mobile phone.

He is on call day or night, and to keep him on his toes, if I happen to wake in the middle of the night I press the button a few times and he will come running, I allow him maximum of five minutes to be at my side, I sometimes in the night make him attend me as a toilet, this I know he get a thrill from me pissing in his mouth.

The rule is for every minute he is late over five minutes he gets ten lashes. If I am felling wicked I will sometime go to my bedroom and lock the door while he hard at work then I press the button and because he is unable to get in through the locked door and keep him waiting for maybe five more minutes before I open the door, this means I have the right to give him 50 lashed because he was not by my side, after I whip him I feel so horny I make him lick me until I come and come, even I have left his ass and back in lumps and marks he is still grovelling at my feet and thanking me.

His clothing and food are provided by me and he does the shopping for food and supplies, I have a special credit card that he is co signer and he buys all my food, drink etc and I check the receipt to make sure he has not added anything for himself and each Sunday I give him £14 cash and he must use this to buy himself food and hygiene supplies for the week, my food bill is around £150 each week as I like the best. I know only £2per day is not a lot for him but he knows in the supermarkets he can buy the food that is just going out of date or I have instructed him to ask for any out of date food and tell them it is for his dog !!! he buys the supermarkets own brands also he gets to eat my leftovers. We he is cooking for me he must also cook his meals at the same time but on different pans, he has one old pot to cook his food in and I make him boil his meat food together with any vegetables so everything looks and tastes the same then he in a large dog bowl, he serves me and waits till I have finished and have dismissed him to clean up and that I require nothing more before he eats, so all the time he is eating cold soggy tasteless food.

He has a small van to travel around in and again he charges the fuel to the special credit card, so that I can keep a check. I have a new Range Rover Sport that he must keep clean at all times, just for fun I tell him as a treat I order him to lick the leather seat I sit on, I think he really love doing this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After some thought I was trying t decide on a Christmas present for Weenie. Came up with the idea of maybe a strap on that I could put him into and found a little beauty.

It is a vibrating strap on that is hollow, so I am hoping to be able to insert his cage inside and then we can make love like we used to with all the cuddles. Only thing is I think his pleasure will be quite limited to virtually nothing while lock inside his cage wearing it…Ah well at least one of us will be satisfied.
As of that night Lisa updated to the rules to include the new “Soft Rule”, which reads; “Sissy will be expected to stay soft when unlocked, unless told otherwise”

Maybe you need something like a Kali’s bracelet so that your brain associates erections with pain or maybe you can find a hypnosis program to prevent erections. A shock collar for your clitty could do the trick as well.

I have had to wear the dreaded KTB when not able to properly control my erections in the past. Now, Mistress simply keeps the KTB prominently displayed on her dresser so that I see it every day as I move about the house. It serves as a constant reminder of the consequences of any improper actions on my part and has been very effective, even though I have not work it in some time! Your mind can control erections when properly motivated!

A very small chastity cage is constantly compressing the spongy tissue in a penis, so it would lose some of its elasticity. My wife did not want any erections so she had me get a 1 1/4 inch cage that touches my flaccid penis on all sides. After 4 years of daily 24/7 wear, my penis seems to be smaller when erect than it used to be.

Mistress Sonia re-locked Her now smaller, after 3 years continuously locked, 51mm flaccid cock into Mature Metal 38mm long Jail Bird July 12 2015 and has not unlocked it ever since. There has been no skin damage of any kind, however, not being able to move or grow at all while always being teased and kept constantly horny by Mistress is extremely frustrating and can be quite uncomfortable. slave wakes at least 2 to 3 times a night from immediately denied nocturnal erections and has not needed a warm clock to wake itself since the 38mm cage was locked on. This has all become Mistress’ slave normal and everyday life now and Mistress is now thinking about a 25mm Jail Bird for July 2017, Mistress’ 5 year anniversary in Owning Her chastity slave. Mistress doesn’t believe Her slave is suffering enough for Her anymore.

My wife and I have always negotiated the minimum number of orgasms I get for the next year. That number has always been lower and lower so that I have gotten used to very few orgasms and learned to share my wife’s pleasure.

The reason why we negotiate the minimum number of orgasms each year because every time I mentioned leaving my orgasms completely up to her, she said that I do not want that because I would have none. For reasons posted in the past, my wife actually has no need for my penis and the only pleasure she gets from me during sex is my moans of sexual frustration.

We have a FLR or D/s relationship outside of the bedroom. My wife has noticed that I do not bug her for an orgasm anymore. Yesterday she read an article which basically said that many, not all, men who want chastity want permanent orgasm denial and there is nothing harmful about that and wives do enjoy sex more when their men express their sexual frustration in bed. I do know that my wife is having the best orgasms of her life for the last two years until she lets me cum and then dreads the next month as do I.

It is one thing to give you KH full control knowing that you will get a certain number of orgasms each year and quite a different feeling knowing that it may be a very long time or never for an orgasm. The trick for my wife is to let me think there is hope for an orgasm but keep denying me while keeping that hope alive. All she agreed to is to let me orgasm if she feels I am in mental or physical distress. She said she will also consider giving me an orgasm on special occasions but no promises. I know she does not want me to have any. She has said this over and over again. She stays away from me for a week or so after my orgasm because I get grumpy and sad. Then again it is said that serial killers prevent their captured victims from trying to escape by giving them just a little hope that they may live. It was chilling to read that but it does make sense. We all can get through rough times if we have hope, no matter how small. It is what religion provides to many people. It will be interesting how she manages this.

Has anyone actually gone a year or more without a full orgasm?  My guess is that she will tell me that I may get one at the end of the year and then find a reason why I need to wait another year or just a few months longer. Knowing my wife, she may actually give me one as she views that as a punishment, not a reward.

I only answer this post because he is not allowed to post, so I will tell you I have been denying him for longer periods of time. I feel like he is so much more sensitive to the touch than he has ever been. I use a date method to set his day of release and have added the month and day together to determine the weeks he will locked up without cumming. His longest was 14 weeks and now we are on 23 weeks.

I have a doubt. I explain, I have my husband was the first and the only one I have been with. And I feel like I’m not satisfied with the size. Measure 5 inches erect, do you think this okay?

Apart from this I think that suffers from premature ejaculation according to my opinion, since penetrating me lasts at most 3 minutes. He is only able to make me enjoy his tongue (with that if he is very skillful)

I honestly do not like him and for some reason he’s excited that he can not satisfy me. Well, I’ve decided to do something about it.
I want to put him in chastity with a small cage 24/7 without any release (he will not have hygiene problems since he is circumcised) and that his penis diminishes of size until it is not able to penetrate to me. I want to buy a dildo and that I only penetrate with it and of course much oral sex. And humiliate him like that (I know he likes).
I have some questions.

I have always defined my relationship with my husband as complete FLR. Meaning that I am in control of everything: financial, sexual and otherwise. I make the decisions and he abides by them. I make sure things run smoothly by managing his tasks and routines. He wears a chastity belt because it reinforces my control and provides a simple method of reward and punishment, meaning that it ensures that he is motivated and disciplined.

So I define FLR as a way of life, whereas I think of femdom and D/S as terms that are more related to sex. I am a female and dominant and he is submissive, but the sexual component of our relationship is only one component, not the principal one. Obviously my being the boss and him being locked means that sex I initiate sex, and that his needs are not met in the traditional male fashion, but I think of femdom and D/S as being focused on kinkiness and on “scenes”, which really is not what our sex life is like. Of course the fact is that I sometimes peg him and that most sexual activity consists of him being on his knees pleasuring. But I characterize our relationship as FLR, meaning that my control is comprehensive and absolute, not focused on the sexual aspect.

In our case, the Mrs. has always been very dominant in all aspects of our marriage and married life. Since she has, for a very long time lacked marital “intimacy” and since I have tried to adjust to it, submitting to any behavior that may give me that feeling of intimacy I so much desire, I’d have to conclude that our relationship is definitely Domme/sub.

Over time (i.e. 5 years), yes. Use it or lose it, as they say. And I guess that without stroking it all the time (wasting orgasms as my wife calls it), shrinkage should occur. I clearly went from 5.9″ to 5.4″ when extremely hard. I know that sounds terrible from a male perspective, but it is erotically fulfilling to a submissive. I asked my wife for her thoughts before I posted this reply, and She said (actually texted me): “The shrinkage is a tangible reaffirmation for my husband that he cannot adequately satisfy my needs. There is no reason to allow him any sex as he is unable to satisfy me with his small penis.”

Ten years ago, my subhub was about 5 1/2″ erect. These days, he’s down to four at the most. LOL

I’m exactly the same as in the previous post. I’m in a Lori #5, so there’s no teste ring it’s just held in place by the snug tube and the head of my penis, and locked on with a 0g PA pin. After 10 months (it never comes off – ever – and most likely never will) my cockhead seems bigger, all the blood goes there and the base of my shaft. It seems like my penis head has gotten bigger, always slightly engorged. I’m always semi hard, but it seems my penis has adapted to the tube and changed shape a bit, and the head has filled out the space it has in the tube, under the bars on top.

Well my subby has very definitely shrunk over the years since he’s been locked 24/7/365, which for me is a definite added bonus. Also increases his sense of inadequacy – just how I like it!!

My keyholder told me it didn’t matter if I shrank or not, because I wasn’t going to be fucking again. As usual, she knows what she’s talking about.

The key for me is to stay in the cage, and only be released for the couple of minutes to cum once or twice a year. Then I’m locked right back in as soon as I cum, go limp, and get cleaned up. If I’m never out for more than a few minutes twice a year, it never gets a chance to regain the size it used to be. Loss of size is a non-problem since I don’t fuck anymore.

The final step was 4 years of 24/7 lockup and now I fit into a 1 1/4″ Jailbird which my wife wanted me to get to prevent orgasms and squash my penis down. Now my penis often retreats into my body so at times you cannot even find it. Also my penis rarely gets erect anymore due to being denied orgasms for at least 1 month and but often more over 4 years. The best way to explain it is that I am so used to fighting having an orgasm when my wife teases and edges me that now my penis fights getting erect.

Add being sterile and we have a small penis that does not get erect and that is my wife’s reason to keep me locked up permanently. She reminds me that my penis is useless to her and we have not had intercourse in longer than either of us can remember. My wife only orgasms with her vibrator because she has no use for my penis other than to tease to illicit moans of frustration from her which seems to turn her on.

My wife moved in her girlfriend and I got to watch and assist them to give each other orgasms and once in awhile they would milk me but only when I was in some kind of pain. Sounds terrible but I have led this life for the last 20 years but only the last 4 being locked up. We tried to quit and lead a normal sex life but that lasted only 2 months and we went back to chastity and orgasm denial.

I do think all of the above has affected my penis. When I do orgasm it is with a limp penis. I rarely get hard and that is even after taking Viagra. Best I can do is a semi hard cock.

Judging by the posts from many of our readers, “ritual” and creating “the right atmosphere” play a major role in establishing an effective disciplinary regime. Some are naturally much more severe than others – but this is all a matter of personal preference and unique nature of different relationships. Here, re-posted once again from the fearsome Mrs. Birch, is a very severe monthly milking routine. Not for everyone but extremely effective for the naughtiest of males!

“Robert is routinely granted relief on the last Thursday of every month at 8-25pm. I am always home on a Thursday as one of my favourite TV programs commences at 8-30pm. Note the timing, Robert has five minutes of ‘pleasure’ each month! Something I never take away from him. He has all month to look forward to it as his right! From a life of gratification, how and when he wanted it, he now has five minutes of regimented ‘pleasure’!

Thursday is his night for ironing. He is expected to be in the laundry, (downstairs and attached to his bedroom) prior to eight o’clock. At eight twenty-five exactly he is required to report to me in the lounge room, curtsey and ask, “Please Ma’am, could you attend to my needs please?”

He also has to present me with a special egg timer that we use. This is a five minute timer kept on the lounge bureau, since it is quite attractive and a true antique timer that uses falling sand as the measure. It is also a nice conversation piece. He hands me the timer which I immediately invert and place on the coffee table, before advising him, “Yes, please go and prepare yourself.” I then give him the key to his chastity belt. The timer has started.

He must run downstairs to his room and remove outer clothes and chastity belt, leaving on his panties and Lady Jane shoes and hurry into the laundry toilet. I am usually there first. It is in a large space with no walls around it, he is not allowed any privacy in life. I am dressed casually, certainly not attired for his titillation, unless he is turned on by yellow rubber washing up gloves. The only time I wear such items for I have no use for same other than this forthcoming chore. Robert places his hands on his head and stands before the toilet. (Time elapsed: 1 minute). I then advise, all part of the rigid routine, “Lid up.” He turns, raises the lid and stands with his penis over the toilet bowl.

I stand behind him and gently stroke his nipples. The poor dear is so starved of sexual attention that he is usually erect within seconds. As soon as he is erect, I cease my ministrations and pull down his panties to the tops of his thighs so his penis pops out before I advise him “Condom.”

He is required to have placed a condom, out of its package, on the toilet cistern before he comes upstairs to me. This he quickly, trying not to fumble in his haste and waste precious seconds, rolls on to his organ. He knows that he must minimise contact and not fondle his organ unnecessarily.
Condom in place he advises, “Ready Ma’am.” (Time elapsed: 2 minutes).

I then very quickly and vigorously, almost viciously, from behind, jerk his organ with my rubber gloved hand. He is so tense that it rarely takes even a minute before he is ready to spurt. I am watching this very closely and as soon as I note a slight start of a spasm I stop, take my hands away, step back and watch amused as he spurts, in a most frustrating fashion into his condom.

I assure you there is no orgasm when this method is employed, try it yourself and see! The look of frustration, total and utter frustration, is a picture to behold. Even now after several years of this treatment, he cannot quite comprehend just how frustrating the experience is. It leaves him yearning and desiring satisfaction, dreaming of what he used to experience. He remains totally unrelieved of his sexual tensions and urges, indeed they are multiplied ten-fold as a consequence of the frustration of being so near, yet so far from an orgasm. All that has been released is his semen, not his sexual tension. (Time elapsed: 3 minutes).

There is of course no time for him to ruminate on this, for the timer is still running in the lounge room, his five minutes of pleasure is ‘running out’ fast!

I quickly whisk off his condom and tie a knot in it before tossing it in the toilet. I don’t want to risk him fondling his weenie!

“Toilet paper” is my next command. Robert must immediately peal off some toilet paper and hand this to me before placing his hands back on his head. I quickly wipe his penis before throwing the paper into the toilet bowl too. I then pull up his knickers whilst he remains standing, still with that peculiar bemused look on his face – unable still to grasp that it is over, he feels emptied, yet totally unsated, unsatisfied and more in need of sexual orgasm than ever!

“Dismissed!” I advise. He turns, curtseys, politely says, “Thank you Ma’am.” (Time elapsed: 3 minutes 15 seconds).

He now hurries, in fact he runs into his adjacent bedroom to quickly replace his clothes and chastity belt (the lock will lock without a key), before hurrying back to the toilet to flush it. And he does dash around now in panic mode! (Time elapsed: 4 minutes 15 seconds).

Then he must run upstairs and into the lounge where I will be once more. He looks with blessed relief at the timer as the last grains are falling. Once more he curtseys, before showing his belt is on again. It is always in place!

“Get back to your ironing.” Is my cold, disinterested response. (Time elapsed: 4 minutes 30 seconds)
“Yes, Ma’am” he replies in a most sincere manner, “thank you.” He must advise this with sincerity and he must not rush his words, though he is right now very anxiously watching as the last grains of sand slowly, inextricably, too quickly for his liking, fall from the timer.

He then literally turns on the spot, rushes out, and runs downstairs, as required, to the laundry. It is not far from the lounge and once there he immediately picks up the iron ready to start and calls up in a loud clear voice, the only time I allow him to shout to me from another room, “Iron at the ready, Ma’am.”

I now stop the timer, knowing he will be waiting for the next hour or so with bated breath, praying the sand had not run out before he picked up his iron once more, for that is the official end of his period of pleasure. Knowing that this rush and concern over the consequences of being late will have further deflated any possible enjoyment of the moment. It’s all over in less than five minutes, no slow, sensuous strokes of his engorged penis, no gradual winding up to a crescendo with an explosive orgasm followed by a relaxed post-coital winding down to savour the effects and tingling sensations as the orgasm lingers and slowly cruises through all the pores and nerves of his body.

No. Robert’s time has now come and gone! Five minutes exactly each month, that’s it. No more, no less. Routine strictly adhered to so Robert knows exactly what to expect. Five minutes, not a second longer and he is back to his ironing. Though in reality it is really only a minute or so of actual playing with his weenie!

“I expect that the ironing will be finished when I get home from work each day! I have an important business meeting tonight and my skirt is still waiting to be pressed. Perhaps a little reminder with our favorite carpet beater will encourage you to be more focussed in the future? Once we are finished, you can spend the evening kneeling in the closet, polishing all of my shoes – and they had better be shining when I get home or you and I will be having a bottom beating appointment every night for the rest of this week. Do I make myself clear young man?”