Mistress Io cannot say when she began wanting to lock a man in permanent chastity. A lifestyle Domme, she was surprisingly indifferent to male orgasm denial during her early years. Often she had ordered men to wear chastity devices out of kindness. They desperately wanted her to take away their sex lives.

Once locked, a man was rarely allowed release. Never would she act as a service top. Essentially a nice woman, Mistress Io was a sadist. Hurting a man was foreplay.

A few men lost their place in her life. They complained too much about chastity. Their hearts were empty of submission.

Male discomfort made enforced orgasm denial a delight. Mistress Io wanted a male who would accept a life without orgasms. One who worshiped her without quibble or compromise. A man who would accept the anguish of permanent chastity.

Jackson did not need ‘training.’ His compliance was swift, graceful and grateful. Between play sessions and when chores were finished, Jackson was good company. Slowly her skepticism dissolved. Maybe he was the lifestyle slave she sought.

Jackson moved in. He kept his old apartment. Mistress Io was emphatic: this was a trial.

He fulfilled all tasks promptly. No chore distressed him. Jackson needed to serve. He knew when to leave Mistress Io to her thoughts. Silently, almost invisibly he might bring a drink.

Mistress Io knew she could not ask for more. But she did. When Jackson learned that she wanted to take away his orgasms – all of them, forever – he shivered. She gave him two days to reply.

Jackson wanted to please her. He feared making a pledge he might not be able to honor.

He wanted his orgasms. But, life as the slave of a wonderful Domme would satisfy him more than sex. She was ecstatic. Jackson was an excellent servant and a good man. She felt proud of his surrender.

Jackson’s only sex organ is his tongue. He copes well with his chastity. At least once a day he gives his Mistress orgasms. Her pleasure speaks to him clearly and forcefully; he has the mental orgasm of deepest submission.

Oliver began addressing his girlfriend as Mistress Ella; their shared lives did not change much. He did all the housework now. The small apartment was easy to clean.

One evening Oliver arrived home late. They had plans to go out that night. His late arrival left them unable to make their reservation. Ella was so angry that she slapped Oliver.

That slap was another revelation. The look of hurt on her boyfriend’s face aroused her. She enjoyed his pain. She enjoyed tying Oliver up. Even more was the sheer delight of spanking him with the cane. He would whimper; her response was laughter. During corporal punishment, Oliver never felt pleasure. To his surprise, there was an afterglow. After a hard night of punishment, there was a spring in his step the next morning. She wanted to humiliate him. It would be some sort of intangible, mental suffering. Taking away Oliver’s orgasms would be perfect. Secretly she ordered a chastity device.

The package arrived promptly. That night she tied up Oliver. Then she took the chastity device out of the box and locked up her boyfriend’s penis.

She enjoyed the stricken look on Oliver’s face when she told him he would not be having another orgasm for a long time. He would have to earn it.

His first task would be to become more skilled at oral sex. She expected him to become able to give her successive orgasms. He would service her for so long that she would begin ache. Oliver was not bad at cunnilingus. Now must learn every trick and technique.

They still kiss and cuddle. Happiness romantic intimacy competes in Oliver’s mind with anguished horniness. She permits her boyfriend infrequent orgasms. She waits until Oliver seems too accepting of orgasm denial. She times releases to revive the memory of what she has taken away.

Ella hints that the day may come when she tosses away the key to his chastity device.

Ryan became her full-time slave man. How wonderful it was to wake up his Mistress, bring her a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee, and then cook her breakfast.

Mistress Alicia locked her new slave man in chastity the day he moved in. Enforced chastity was important to the Domme’s long-term goals.

She removed the chastity device on Sunday afternoons in the home dungeon. Sunday was often the day when Mistress and slave engaged in the roughest, most intense S&M. Mistress Alicia continually sought new and entertaining ways to torment Ryan.

Toward the end of their home dungeon sessions Mistress Alicia always gave Ryan permission to masturbate. As his hand worked, she gave him the most cutting and stinging whipping of which she was capable.

Even though violently aroused Ryan could not reach orgasm while being whipped. Mistress Alicia varied the routine. Sometimes she permitted him to wank only once a month. She would subject him to other torments while he tried desperately to achieve an orgasm.

Ryan was perpetually horny. Even though he was a masochist, this form of suffering did not give him pleasure.

Ryan’s suffering pleased his Mistress. Pushing a masochist beyond enjoyment without harming him was something she had long desired. Suddenly one day, his body shivered and for the first time in over a year he had an orgasm.

Mistress Alicia continued to only permit Ryan to wank when she subjected him to the worst pain. She permitted Ryan fewer and fewer orgasms. She cuddled, caressed and teased him. How his penis strained to become erect.

One day during a very long and painful whipping, he ejaculated without touching himself. Mistress Alicia had never been happier with her slave man.

This was her goal. She wanted a slave who would ejaculate only because she tormented him. He has not touched his penis in a very long time. He has no control over how long he is kept in chastity.

I’ve always wanted to leave a door open, a pathway to return to a so-called “normal” marriage. But this past weekend was when I closed that door once and for all. God willing I will stay married to James for the rest of my life. I love him and I want to remain with him however the definition of husband is forever changed as it relates to James. He is my submissive, my slave, my property and my cuckold. He is my equal only in that he is a human-being made in the image of God, thus he is worthy of my love and my respect. But he is not worthy to have sex with me and he is not my equal within this marriage. He has forever surrendered away any husbandly rights to my body. His chastity will become permanent and his humiliation will become more intense in the days, months and years to come. He exists to serve me and I will do him whatever I please. I no longer have any desire to have sexual relations with him unless it involves some form of D&S where he is being dominated and used for my pleasure.

I originally planned on including James every step of the way during our most unusual Anniversary weekend. I was going to call him up Saturday night and allow him to listen in over my cell phone set to speaker mode while I had sex with Thomas. I had lots of plans but I changed my mind. Instead, I denied my hubby all contact with me during this most special weekend. I called him Friday night to let him know we had arrived safely at the ocean but then I cut him off the rest of the weekend. He was in chastity and he had his list of chores to do and that was to be his gift to me, to be the best submissive husband he could be by giving me my freedom away from him. That allowed me to enjoy Thomas, just he and I, with no thoughts about how I could make the weekend special for my hubby. I wanted to make the weekend special for my lover, and I did.

Come Sunday night, when I arrived back home, James was in a most submissive frame of mind. He greeted me at the door on his knees and he kissed my shoes, telling me how much he missed me and how much he love me and adores me. He did all of his chores and even did a few nice things, such as having fresh flowers and some balloons awaiting me in my bedroom.

I teased him, lightly touching his body with the tip of my riding crop, as I gave him all of the details, both sexually and non-sexually, of what Thomas and I did over the weekend. Then I told him of my revelation Saturday night, how I had forever closed the door of perhaps one day returning to a normal married life, and how I only view him as my slave, my property and my cuckold. He will never enjoy any husbandly rights ever again

To drive this point home, I put away the crop and fumbled through my toy chest until I found my penis whip. This is a small little scourge with short strips of leather jetting forth from the wooden handle. I took the whip and in honor of our Anniversary, I inflicted 21 rather severe lashes to my hubby’s cock and balls. At around number 10 he began to beg me to stop and his body twisted and flinched from the pain, but I kept at it until I reached the magic number of 21. He was in great discomfort and his eyes welled up with water. Whether the tears were from the pain or from the realization of my revelation, I cannot say for sure.

I wasn’t certain what to do next. I thought of straddling his face and having him lick me to orgasm, but I felt that was a little too intimate given what we had just discussed. I fiddled more through my toy chest when I came across a face harness with the two-sided penis gag. The short side goes into hubby’s mouth and the long side is for the woman’s pleasure. I fastened the harness in place and then I climbed on top of hubby’ face, carefully guiding the silicon penis into my pussy and then I rode his face with great force as I grabbed the headboard for leverage. Hubby could smell me but he couldn’t taste me and the penis gag prevented him from uttering a word.

I rode him until my thighs began to hurt but I was very excited and didn’t want to stop until I climaxed. Therefore, I began to finger my clit while still riding the dildo, all the while hubby was gagging from the other side of the penis being slammed against his throat. I could tell from the way his body was twisting that he was in discomfort which further aroused me and took me to the edge. Finally, it happened, I climaxed all over his very red and well-smothered face.

I barely had enough energy left to untie him. I ordered him to clean up the toys and put them away. He asked if he could receive an Anniversary orgasm. I denied his request and ordered him to re-install the chastity device in front of me. Then I sent him off to bed but not before giving him a kiss and saying to him “Happy Anniversary!”

we did try penetration one other time besides the two orgasms I have had in the last 4 years using desensitizing cream with a condom and a cock & ball noose (an adjustable cock ring of sorts) to help keep me erect and it was a disaster. As the cream kicked in my erection began to deflate very quickly and I was not even really able to penetrate my Wife/Mistress/Keyholders very snug anatomy. I ended up more angry than anything and that was the only time we tried it. Her general feeling was that she did not really need penetration anymore anyway and that the hot grinding and making out and her vibrator more than satisfy her. I do know how much she used to like being taken hard and fast in our early days and how we would also grind until she climaxed and then would have me quickly enter her and thrust to my climax which would usually put her over the top again. I remind her of all of this and how me strapping on a dildo would still give her the control she craves while I would be pounding away feeling nothing but the anal plug attached to my strap on harness tormenting my prostate meanwhile suffering the indignity of being limp and leaking in my device. I also mentioned to her that I may end up climaxing from the anal stimulation which I thought she might might find sexy and hot in a very devious way….yet I get the usual, “I will have to think about it.” I also found hypersensitivity and PE are the downside of longterm denial (she was amused) and lockup so trying to add that in to give her penetration without my orgasm is useless in my opinion because the two times I have been in her in the last 4 years may total a minute and a half before I could not hold back. The least recent orgasm came in just over a minute…I was all set to settle in and allow myself to calm a bit and she started pawing at my nipples and raising her awesome feet and pretty painted toes to my face to kiss and suck and I lost all control to her delight even though I begged her to stop so I could try to make it last…I felt so weak and pathetic because I was unable to resist my primal urge to thrust and it was over…the last time over 2 years ago I barely got inside her and she started clenching on me and plucking my nipples again and with nary a thrust I felt my orgasmic trigger cock and I helplessly thrusted like 10 times because I feared I would only get a tingle and go limp and dribble. I can still see her closing her eyes and smiling and feeling her wrapping he legs around me as I groaned in humiliating resignation as I came.

I have no real solution to your problem except to say that whenever my wife wants penetration, we do so in the scissors position. She prefers it that way because I can concentrate on her top half while she can bring herself off while I’m inside her. She prefers me to keep still while she’s doing it therefore I feel only a little sensation. I’m sure if I were moving inside her I would find it much more difficult to control myself.

The other day I came across a file on my computer that showed it is now more than 10 years since I introduced my wife to chastity and orgasm denial. We started with a cb3K which neither she nor I liked much because of being so enclosed. We changed to metal devices, a Gerecke Twister 2 (which she chose), followed by two increasingly small MM JailBird’s. There is now no room at all for any erection and as many have said, that makes for great comfort. At the beginning my wife had me wear a large silicone dildo in a harness above my cage to provide her with penetrative sex. I remember getting a text from her saying to wear it when I got back from work, and await her arrival home! Probably monthly I was allowed inside and to ejaculate. As time has gone on she has dispensed with penetration and switched completely to oral pussy worship, which she loves. I haven’t been allowed inside her in the last two years and can honestly say I’ve forgotten what it feels like. She has no idea how long I’ve been denied (currently 6 weeks) and makes every effort to not bring me to orgasm but inevitably after months pass, some touch will set things off. She sometimes milks me with an Njoy pure wand, but it’s more successful – and provides more relief – if I do it myself. My orgasms have been replaced by intense feelings as she has her multiple orgasms: I finish up out of breath, tingling all over, my penis goes limp, and I’m sensitive as I used to be after coming. Everything apart from the ejaculation. My wife says that the most important part to her is the orgasm denial, but I’ve never been able to find out exactly why, she refuses to elaborate. So things have progressed slowly but surely over a decade to the point where my chastity is part of our relationship, unquestioned but always present. Who would have guessed 10 years ago that what I thought would make a fun variation to our sex life would have become such a permanent fixture.

I will also reach my tenth year of chastity lifestyle next September.
It seems as if it was yesterday that I ordered my CB 3000 and asked her to keep the keys.

Our dynamics also developed in a solar way to yours – I rarely come and I retrieve a lot of pleasure from orally pleasing her. She has also learned that she doesn’t need to worry about my pleasure as it derives directly from hers.

Your story is very similar to mine. We started 12 years ago and really did not “grow” in the lifestyle until just over 4 years ago. I spent the first 8 topping from the bottom incessantly. We had many stops ans starts because I would lose my temper about how things were (or were not) progressing. I did have fairly frequent orgasms as well…but the whole concept seemed to escape her. We had a huge argument about it all 4 years back and our entire sex life went on hiatus.  We had a talk to clear the air and she said she would like it if I would re-lock and give her back the keys as long as I promised not to unlock myself with the emergency key or ask her for the key back because I was unhappy about something sexually. I obliged and that was over 4 years and a mere 2 orgasms ago. We have had our bumps in the road in that time but I have kept to my word and now find myself locked in a new, very snug HolyTrainerV2S. It seems like a lifetime ago that I presented myself to her in the CB3K! …and so it goes. I DO miss being able to masturbate….especially in the Spring when all the skimpy, clingy clothing comes out or when I see a couple where the female is all dolled up and you just know her guy is likely to be buried balls deep inside her later that night. That said, like you those intimate moments on my back where I am holding my Wife/Mistress/Keyholder while she bucks and shudders through a wave of orgasms are priceless….I FEEL her climax run through my body like an electric charge…it never felt that way before chastity. Anyway, I can identify with you wholly and totally. Thank you for sharing your 10 year anniversary thoughts!

I recall one woman describing how difficult it was to convince her husband to let her lock him up, as they are not a kinky couple, but she just liked the idea of keeping him chaste and thus more attentive after stumbling across the device online. She ended up liking it so much that she said she intends to upgrade the device to something more secure and make this a permanent part of their relationship, despite his hesitations. She said the beginning was the hardest because he wasn’t used to having his relief delayed and wanted out of the device, but that she was glad she stood firm and got through that initial rough period.

I think masturbation has always been about the same for men, but that it’s practiced by significantly more women now than before. It would also seem that more and more women are discovering male chastity by way of other women’s testimonials on the positive effect it’s had on their relationship. All of this is occurring at a time where more and more women are assuming leadership roles at home and work and more and more men are are assuming subservient roles that had been traditionally held by women. It’s all a sign of a societal shift in power that is rapidly occurring. I for one have come to accept and even embrace this inevitable change, but I still need to learn how to assume the role properly.

I sat down and established four cornerstones to a successful Femdom marriage. I referred to them as the 4 D’s: Discipline, Domestication, Denial and Domination. And as I shared these with others, I realized you could also bring it down to 4 actual D&S tools. I referred to them as the 4 P’s: The Paddle, the Panties, the Padlock and the Phallus.

1) Discipline (The Paddle):

A weekly discipline session between a dominant wife and her submissive husband is vital. It doesn’t have to be fancy with leather outfits and whips and bondage and all of that. It could be that from time to time in order to add some extra spice and variety but let’s keep with the fundamentals for now. Let’s keep to the paddle (or the hairbrush if you prefer). A weekly session where the woman has her hubby across her lap (or across her bed) and she disciplines him based on his weekly performance in serving her will do miracles in a marriage. If he’s been an obedient hubby, the discipline serves to remind him of his place and to keep him focused. If he has been a disobedient hubby, the discipline will be firmer in order to teach him and train him to do a better job. A weekly spanking will invade his mind, stir his submission and do wonders for a Femdom relationship. Not to mention that it will also build a strong bond of intimacy between the wife and her subby hubby.

2) Domestication (The Panties):

One area that needs to be addressed during the weekly discipline session is hubby’s performance in doing his assigned chores each week. And let’s be perfectly frank here. In a successful Femdom marriage, the hubby needs to be doing the majority of the housework. I don’t care how much he works or what a great financial provider he is, that does not excuse him from being domesticated. A domesticated hubby is an obedient hubby. If you allow him to skirt his domestic responsibilities, you are opening the door for trouble in other areas. And the best tool to remind him of his domesticated role is to require him to wear panties. He doesn’t have to be a cross-dresser and the panties don’t have to be a part of forced feminization. And the wife doesn’t have to transform her hubby into a sissy. But there are powerful psychological, sociological and sexual reasons why a submissive hubby should be doing housework while he is wearing a pair of panties (preferably a pair of his wife’s panties). The panties will remind him of his submissive status as well as provide him motivation (and probably sexual excitement which will assist with the motivation.)

3) Denial (The Padlock):

The panties are a psychological tool for training a man but an even greater tool at the woman’s disposal is the practice of keeping her man sexually denied. It’s been said that a denied male is an obedient male. I would add that an aroused male is also a motivated male. A sexually satisfied male is more likely to be a lazy and complacent male. And not only is the denial process essential in keeping a man obedient outside the bedroom, it can be vital in training a man to be a great lover.

The denial process will teach your hubby to focus his sexual energy on pleasuring the woman (especially orally). Only after the woman has been sexually satisfied will she decide whether or not her hubby is to receive any sexual relief. How often a man is allowed sexual relief will be up to the woman as she weighs his performance, his attitude and his level of servitude. This gives the woman sexual power over her man and most men love to be under the control of a woman’s sexual power. 

Denial is often accomplished with the use of a male chastity device (thus the padlock). It doesn’t have to be but if the honor system is not working, a chastity device can be an invaluable tool. And should your hubby become a bit rebellious about wearing such a device, there are devices today that incorporate additional training aides such as spiked rings to prevent erections or electric shock rings that can give off pulses of correction via a remote control (much like a shock collar used to train animals). But with keeping to the fundamentals, a basic chastity device (like the CB2000, 3000, or 6000) should do in the beginning.

4) Domination (The Phallus):

The fundamentals can be both old school and new school. Physical domination via the paddle is old school yet still very effective. Sexual domination via the strap-on harness is new school and just as effective (if not more so). If a woman wants to get inside of her man’s head and train him via sexuality, there is not a better aide than the strap-on. The man who submits to the strap-on is a man who will submit to the woman who is wielding the phallus attached to the strap-on. The strap-on is a powerful tool as it cuts to the chase; psychologically, sociologically and sexually. It lets the husband know that his wife is the boss. Much like the paddle, the strap-on should be a regular part of any FemDom regiment. And much like the paddle, the strap-on will also build intimacy.

I keep it as simple as possible and it becomes habit and second nature for me. First, once a week, preferably on Friday night, I discipline my husband with an OTK (over the knee) spanking. I might dress up in a leather outfit but more times than not I’ll keep it simple and wear lingerie or something that makes me feel dominant or sexy. 

I will spank him as I grade his weekly performance. Did he do all of his chores? Did he put lots of thought and creativity in preparing my dinners? Was his attitude humble and obedient toward me? I also go over with him what I expect out of him in the week to come. Our weekly discipline session will often lead to sex. If I get excited, I will have him worship my body and orally pleasure me. 

Secondly, my husband gets home before I do each day so before I leave for work, I lay out a pair of panties on my bed. When he gets home, he knows he is to put them on and get to his chores, which includes preparing my dinner. My hubby is always pantied around the house. 

Thirdly, my hubby is in chastity all of the time. We did the CB2000 but have evolved. He now wears a Carrara belt. It is big and bulky and expensive but it is the best we found at making sure he is safe and secure and 100% unable to touch himself in any way. 

Finally, I use the strap-on, usually on our discipline night, every other week. So when you boil it down, we usually only have a D&S session once a week and rarely more than that. Every Friday night (or Saturday if we have plans on Friday) I discipline him and at the same time I grade his weekly performance and depending on the week and my mood, I will take him with the strap-on. These nights almost always lead to sex and sex is about the woman’s pleasure so I get pleasured and most times he stays denied. The other six nights we function in our D&S roles but I don’t have to dominate him because he is focused, so we can interact just like any other couple and we have the intellectual companionship and the friendship to make for a healthy marriage. It takes a little work but not as much as you’d think as long as I stay committed to that weekly discipline session.”

We’ve settled into a more domestic-oriented femdom lifestyle as of late. James has been serving me domestically and sexually (massages, oral servitude) while he has remained denied, wearing his CB6000 a goodly portion of the time around the house. To be honest with you, I don’t really keep track of his orgasms. They are rare and under my supervision but I had no idea it had been so long since his last one until the other night when he came to me and begged me for relief.

James confessed to me that he has been having lots of femdom dreams lately and that it is taking him longer and longer for his balls to subside from a swollen state whenever he becomes aroused. So I inquired “how long has it been since I last allowed you an orgasm?” He replied, “January 31”.

Wow, has it really been that long? I figured it had to be approaching four months but I had no idea it’s been almost six months. James remembers it well. It was during that stint in late January when we were “playing” almost nightly. On January 31, we did another face sitting session and I had been teasing and denying him for days so I knew he had to be on edge sexually. Therefore, after I had been sexually satisfied that night, I allowed him to masturbate in front of me.

A lot has happened since January 31 so I must say that I am very proud of my hubby for holding off this long and not begging me for relief sooner than this. Of course he likes being denied. He loves the feeling of being aroused and under my control. However, two months is a long time. I remember about ten years ago I tried to deny him for longer than a month but he had a wet dream and climaxed in his sleep.

And to celebrate my decision to make him wait a few more weeks(and to add to his frustration) I had James orally pleasure my body. He came to me begging for relief and I was the one who got the orgasm. Seems only fair, don’t you think? I will have had at least 50 orgasms since my hubby last had one. That is why I could never be a submissive. But my hubby loves it and he wouldn’t trade his place in this marriage for all the orgasms in the world. 40 to 1 ratio! Like I said, seems fair to me.

Now on to the big news. First of all, I got hubby some nasty S&M gifts for Christmas, including a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet (KTB). I ordered the mild version with dull spikes but don’t let that mislead you. They still work when training a man not to become erect without your permission.

So far I’ve only used it once. I put it on James, locking it around the base of his cock and balls while he performed cunninglingus and analingus on me. He was most uncomfortable while I was being pleasured. I only left it on him for about 30 minutes but it worked beautifully as he did not grow an erection. When I took it off it left some nice marks on his flesh around the base of his cock but it did not break the skin. He grew an immediate erection once I took off the KTB. He was very excited as he admired the ‘teeth’ bites on his skin. I made him take a cold shower and then install his CB6000.

Another interesting item I bought James for Christmas was a set of X-mats. These are mats designed to keep pets off the furniture. They have plastic points all over them. I got this idea from my friend Ginger. She uses these mats as a punishment for her hubby. Naturally an animal is smart enough not to lie down on these mats because the plastic spikes hurt. But what if a dominant wife orders her hubby to sit on them or lie down on them? They become punishment mats.

hubby has been very aroused, so aroused that last night (after we got back from a very nice dinner) he begged me to put on my new custom-fit leather pants and give him an over the lap spanking. And when I say he begged, I mean he begged. It was both sweet and a little pathetic at the same time. But I loved it. I love to hear a man beg, especially my husband. Not many men are good at begging. James has gotten better at it over the years but last night was perfect begging, just the right combination of sincerity, worshipfulness, desperation and sexual frustration. It turned me on.

So I made a deal with him. I would put on my new pants and administer a spanking with my leather paddle but if he had an accident, if he had an unauthorized orgasm and screwed up our denial schedule, or if he had another wet dream when he slept, then I was going to get him pierced and install a permanent chastity device. James was so desperate to see me in my pants again that he agreed.

I didn’t make a production out of it and no Sgt. Pepper’s jacket, just my leather bra and the pants, no boots. As soon as James saw me sitting on the edge of my bed with paddle in hand, he fell to his knees and asked permission to kiss and lick my pants. I granted him permission. He started at my feet and worked his way up. To say he was full of passion would be the understatement of the year. He was really getting me excited as I could feel his tongue through the leather.

I ordered him to climb across my lap. His chastity device was in the way but I wasn’t about to let him out so I opened my legs a bit and tucked it between the inside of my thighs. I told James not to move, not to hump and not to wiggle else I would end our session.

I took the leather paddle and I did very little in the way of a warm-up. I started our moderate and I took it to hard in no time. I really blistered his ass and he seemed to love it. He was deep in subspace and he just laid there like a statue, not saying a word, not even a grunt or a moan. I continued and I could feel his swollen penis between my legs shrinking inside its cage, which told me he was in pain, yet not a sound. I continued until he finally yelled out his safe word. His ass was bright red and scorching hot.

I soothed it with my bare hands and now I was dripping wet from excitement. I rolled him off of my lap and I undid the belt and unzipped my pants. I ordered him to open the zippers on the pants at the ankles and to pull off my pants and carefully hang them up. As he did this, I removed my panties and I commanded him to crawl between my legs. He orally serviced me and it didn’t take long for me to climax.

Hubby was a good boy and his denial schedule is still on track. I examined him this morning, no traces of a wet dream, he was leaking pre-cum just from my slightest touch and his balls are still very full. One more month of chastity to go!

He hasn’t had a conscious orgasm since the end of March. My goal is to deny him for two straight months.

Hubby had a wet dream in the wee hours of the morning on May 6th. We had a prolonged tease and denial session the night of May 4th and I guess it was too intense because while he was sleeping during the morning of the 6th, he ejaculated inside his chastity device.

Friday night I was in the mood to discipline hubby and I was in the mood to add a little flavor to it by dressing in leather bra, leather thong and my thigh high leather boots. I began with an over the lap spanking with my hairbrush (hubby in chastity) but the poor dear got too excited and started to experience some discomfort from his balls being so full and swollen and the plastic ring of the chastity device restricting the blood flow. His balls were turning purple so I had to make a decision … end the session or allow him out of chastity. I made the wrong choice and should have known better but what can I say, I was in the mood to dominate him. I put my faith in his ability to place mind over body. I thought he could hold back his orgasm if I didn’t touch his erection. I was sadly mistaken.

After I unlocked his chastity device and he painfully was able to remove it from his expanded testicles, I knew I couldn’t put him back over my lap. If his erection touched my soft thighs for a second I knew he would have difficulty not climaxing.

So I had the idea that I would place him in bondage in a stand up position and a more severe discipline session might make him go limp. It’s worked in the past. We have hooks in the doorframe of the doorway leading from my bedroom to my bathroom. James is tall so he was able to stretch his arms out over his head while keeping his feet firmly on the floor. Standing on a stool I tied his wrists to the hooks using leather wrist cuffs. Once he was secured, I began to whip his backside with my riding crop. As is normal during our discipline sessions, I graded his performance in doing his chores and his overall level of servitude over the past week. I pointed out where he could improve as well as verbalize to him what was expected of him in the week to come.

As I was whipping his buttocks with the crop, increasing the severity, I noticed he was not going limp at all. In fact, he was dripping an unusual amount of pre-cum. That should have been a red flag for me to stop, but again I wanted to see if he could resist. Besides, there have only been a few occasions when hubby has climaxed during a session without any physical stimulation.

I switched to the cane, figuring the pain from the dreaded cane would decrease his sexual excitement and as a result lessen his erection. I figured it might help if I could get his mind to focus on something else so I ordered him to count each stroke of the cane. We got to about 7 or 8 when he let out a scream and he shot his load all over the bathroom floor.

If it’s of any consolation, I can tell you it was not a pleasurable orgasm. He tried to hold back and he was feeling the brunt of my cane as he was climaxing. I was not really upset, in fact I was kind of amazed at what I just witnessed. But I gave him 5 more hard blows with the cane as a way of expressing my displeasure before I untied him and made him clean up his mess.

I felt a little sorry for him so I allowed him to worship my boots and my body (his erection still very, very stiff) and orally pleasure me. His punishment for the unauthorized orgasm? Two more months of denial.

It’s been a week since hubby was allowed an orgasm after being denied for two months. I noticed a definite drop in his enthusiasm for submission last Sunday night, Monday and Tuesday. Don’t get me wrong, he was still the same sweet man and he was respectful toward me but he didn’t seem very interested in femdom interactions of D&S play. In fact, he seemed rather cold as if wasn’t interested in any intimate interaction with me. He also was rather lazy when it came to doing his chores.

I wore my new custom leather pants last night and gave hubby an over the lap spanking with my leather paddle. I also allowed hubby to worship the leather as it clung to my body.

This was all a precursor to a wonderful and lengthy session of female body worship. I am not seeing anyone right now so hubby is my entire outlet for sexual pleasure. Last night hubby performed lots of body worship, toe sucking, ass licking, and pussy eating. Hubby also used my vibrator on my clit and hand penetrated me with my large black dildo.

It fills me in a way few men can and over the years hubby has become quite good at using this dildo on me in the slow sensual way that I like. I swear he is almost as humiliated by having to pleasure me with a dildo as he is when I cuckold him.

We did some Queening with me sitting on his face as he penetrated my ass deeply with his tongue. And the night ended with me relaxed on the bed with hubby between my legs licking my pussy. I had three or four excellent orgasms. Hubby was in chastity the entire time as our sex life has returned to what is normal for us.

I stood in front of him and ordered him to thrust his hips and hump the air. The rubber tubing caused just enough stimulation to take him to the edge but there was zero stimulation to his sweet spots, the head of the penis, his shaft or the underside of his cock, and just the smallest amount of pressure to his balls. I then began to verbally dominate my hubby. I told him how pleased I was that he went two entire months in chastity without a single accident. I told him that the next time I might expand his denial time by an additional week. My next goal will be 9 weeks so he’d better concentrate and have a good one tonight.

I then told him that although I failed to record each and every one as I had hoped, by my calculation, between being frequently orally pleasured by him, being fucked and orally pleasured by Thomas, being fingered to orgasm as I was kissing a young man when I was out in Vegas, and the occasional pleasuring of myself, I had at least 50 orgasms since he last had one. I admonished him to think about that. We are the exact same age, we are happily married and yet his wife gets to enjoy 50+ orgasms to each one he is permitted to have. Then I teased, “Do you think we can get to 100 to 1 in the future?”

I ordered James to hump the air faster. His erection was stiffer than I’ve seen it in some time and he was dripping pre-cum into a small puddle below him on the rubber floor of the confinement room.

I continued with my teasing and taunting, telling him what a sight I was beholding, how pathetic he looked humping away at nothing. I teased that I should video this pitiful spectacle and post it on my blog so the whole world could see what kind of a man I’m married to.

I read his body language, paying close attention to his cock, watching how it was throbbing and pulsating, trying my best to judge how close he may be to climaxing. Each time he seemed like he was about to climax, I would order him to stop humping and to relax his body. I then grabbed one of the resistance bands, stretched it toward me, and let it go. It snapped hard against this cock and balls, making hubby yelp out in pain. It was enough to shock his mind away from wanting to climax, if only for a few seconds. I then ordered him to resume humping the air and the buildup began all over again.

We did this for about 30 minutes, he would thrust his hips, being stimulated just enough by the rubber bands and my verbal humiliation to take him to the edge of climax, than I would order him to stop and I would pull one of the bands and snap it hard against his balls. And we would go again and again.

After about 30 minutes, I took things up a notch. I retrieved a dildo and lubed it up in front of him.

I stood to the side to try to get out of the line of fire (the best I could as the room isn’t wide enough) and I took my fingers and I twisted his nipples. I ordered him to continue to hump away, the bands and the dido once again doing their work, and I told him to concentrate on my voice. The extra stimulation of me playing with his nipples was more than he could handle. His penis was throbbing up and down with every beat of his heart. I ordered him to hump faster and I gave his nipples a firmer pinch. He was ready and so was I. I gave him the command, “DO IT, JAMES! DO IT NOW!”

And with that, he shot his load way up in the air and across the room, most of it landing on the rubber floor but some of it splashing on me. As he climaxed, I took my hand and began to slap his balls real fast. He winced in pain but he shot more, in long spurts. I squeezed and twisted his balls and even more came out of him, some covering my hand. I placed my hand to his mouth and ordered him to lick it clean of his disgusting spunk while I slapped his cock with my other hand until he was done squirting. And it was disgusting, two months worth of buildup all over the confinement room floor and some on my sweaty skin. I carefully stepped around it all, removed the resistance bands and unlocked his wrist and ankle cuffs from the wall. I stepped to the back of the confinement room and ordered James to get down on all fours.

I commanded him to lick his sticky mess off of my body. I was also covered in my own sweat so I was in need of a human washcloth. He was actually kneeling in his own spunk as I directed his mouth to my arms, my stomach, my thighs, my legs and my feet. He licked me totally clean with a tongue bath. I even allowed him to clean off my leather thong with his tongue.

At one point, as he was licking my left foot, I took my right foot and pressed his head down to the rubber floor and commanded him to lick up all the mess he had made, even that which was on the rubber floor. He hesitated and I knew the idea was repulsive to him. I repeated my command, “You heard me, lick it up. You made this mess, so you must clean it up. Lick it all up and do it NOW!” He loves it when I talk to him like that. I enjoyed watching my hubby humiliating himself for my entertainment.

I asked him if the two months of denial were worth it for this special moment. He nodded that they were so I let him stay there as long as he wanted. He kissed the inside of my thighs and gently kissed and licked my pussy. It took me awhile (I prefer harder and faster licking but I allowed him to go at his pace on this night). Finally I climaxed and then about ten minutes later, I came again. He kept licking as I dozed off. He fell asleep between my thighs. When I awoke I tapped him on the shoulders and sent him to his bedroom.

This morning I gave him another special treat. I allowed him to masturbate in front of me one final time before I locked him back in chastity. I was totally clothed in bum around shorts and shirt, nothing sexy or fetish. I had him kneel naked before me and I looked him in the eyes as he stroked it for me. He once again came on my command, this time into a hand towel I was holding. I wanted to make sure his plumbing was all cleaned out before he went back into chastity. If all goes well, it will be 9 weeks, September 8, before he gets to have another one.