I needed a day trip so yesterday James and I drove to see my friend Ginger. She has been dying for us to visit so she could show off her hubby, who is now pierced and wearing a permanent chastity device.

Over the holidays, she got her hubby pierced and a few weeks later he was installed with a custom made stainless steel chastity device. The device is secured by a lock that works in accordance with his Prince Albert piercing. This particular device makes it impossible to achieve an erection. We were not at Ginger’s place 30 minutes before she had her hubby pull down his panties and show us the device. Ginger is so proud of it as if it is some kind of a major milestone in their femdom marriage, and I guess it is. James was both curious and horrified at the prospect that one day I might require this out of him.

Ginger jumped in and explained that the device could be permanent if she were to ever install it with break-off screws that can be broken off and filed down. However, she sees no reason to go that way. What’s important is that he can’t masturbate or remove it under any circumstances unless she unlocks it. It cannot be manipulated or pulled off like other chastity devices because of the bar that goes through the head of his cock with the Prince Albert piercing. He’s only been in it for 3 weeks but Ginger plans to allow him to remove it once a month for a detailed cleaning, and if he’s a been a good boy, perhaps permitted to masturbate (every other month) before he is locked up again. Ginger is not a fan of prostate milkings, which is what she would have to do if they were to ever make the device totally permanent with break-off screws.

Ginger’s hubby served us lunch and while we enjoyed our dessert the boys went into another room to see if they could get the DL2000 to fit and work with the CB6000. I’m happy to say that they solved the problem. I made James put it on and I allowed Ginger to discipline James with the remote, for old-time’s sake. I think a person likes to know that their Christmas gift is being appreciated and used. So it was only right to allow Ginger to see her gift in action.

However, James got off easy compared to Ginger’s hubby. Ginger explained to me about their new arrangement, with her hubby kneeling beside her, hearing and acknowledging every word. Ginger’s lover Dante has gotten an apartment not too far from their house and he comes over 3 or 4 nights a week to have sex with Ginger. Not only that, but Ginger’s hubby not only has to clean Ginger’s house and cook her dinner and do her laundry, but he also has to clean Dante’s apartment once a week. He even took his car to the car wash and hand washed it one afternoon while Ginger and Dante were at home, having wild sex. Can you imagine that kind of humiliation? To do errands for your wife’s lover while he is making love to her, OMG!

James has been such a wonderful servant in 2013 and deserved to have at least one orgasm. I know he likes to be dominated and humiliated but I felt he deserved some physical pleasure. I wanted to give him a special treat.

I removed his CB3000 and told him to lie on the bed. I removed my bra and I rubbed my breasts over his body. James’ absolute favorite way to have an orgasm is against my breasts. Even before we ever got involved with femdom, when we had intercourse and regular sex, he would often request if he could climax against my soft breasts. So last night I gave him this special treat. I rubbed my breasts against his erection and I gave him permission to have a pleasurable orgasm. He came very quickly and in buckets. I wiped my breasts clean with a towel and then I asked him if he could have another one. So I trapped his cock against my breasts again and told him he had two minutes to try to have another one. He did.

I reminded him it was a special treat and not to expect it again anytime soon. I told him to reinstall the CB300 complete with the Dream Lover. I haven’t set his new denial goal yet but I am thinking he can skip having an orgasm next year.

Ginger feels her hubby has been properly trained by the device and she is ready to take things to a new level. She plans on getting her husband pierced the week between Christmas and New Years and will be installing a more permanent chastity device for long-term wear on him. Her hubby is off that week which will give him time to adjust to the new device before he has to go back to work.

He hasn’t had an orgasm since August 17^th and he is pretty much at his limit. I’ve been teasing him, calling him my little horn-dog as he is noticeably horny and very affectionate from the denial process. I know from experience that any kind of intense D&S play or sexual contact would be setting him up to fail, and I want him to reach my goal of Halloween before he is allowed to climax.

At this point I’m even afraid to allow him to give me a massage as any kind of touch might be too much for him to handle. Just the other day he confessed to having lots of sexual and bizarre dreams. That’s a sure sign that he is desperate for an orgasm. I’ve been trying my best to channel his sexual energy into serving me domestically, assigning him extra chores and housework. I allow him to wear a pair of my panties to give him a little extra thrill when he does the housework but I have to be very careful over these next 10 days.

I also like to think about denying hubby and how he is suffering to please his Mistress. I can’t explain it but knowing that my husband is locked in chastity and completely under my control always makes me very wet.

I’m a dominant women married to a submissive man with lots of BDSM toys at my disposal. I have accumulated over the years an assortment of leather clothing, boots, gloves, corsets, etc. I have whips, crops, canes, paddles, restraints, gags, blindfolds, enema equipment, harnesses, dildos, etc.

But on top of that, I have hubby in chastity with the goal of denying him for longer and longer periods. The two can be in conflict with each other.

Last night is a perfect example. James has been denied since July 6th and my goal was to keep him that way until September 8^th. I could tell he has been very aroused lately, and that’s a good thing as it keeps him focused on me and my needs. James gave me a wonderful full-body massage Thursday night and Friday evening I allowed him to bathe me and dress me before I went out on a night on the town with a girlfriend. James was straining inside his chastity device as his hands touched and fondled my body as he bathed and dressed me.

So last night I decided to have a session with him. I wore a pair of leather thigh-high boots and allowed James to perform boot worship. Then I gave him an over the lap spanking with my hairbrush and the wooden Spencer paddle.

James was leaking pre-cum from inside his CB6000 but he was also flinching and twisting in discomfort as his bottom had not yet fully recovered from the caning he endured last Saturday night. I took it rather easy on him but I paddled him hard enough so that he went totally limp.

Then I decided to take him with a strap-on. Big mistake! I should have known better but James rarely climaxes from strap-on play and he knows to inform me if he thinks he can’t hold back. I bent him over the massage table and made sure his caged cock was not rubbing against the table. I was feeling extra dominant by this time so after I did the latex glove warm-up and penetrated him with the dildo that was snuggly attached to my strap-on harness, I was a little animated and I was slamming him hard, fast and forceful.

I was just starting to really get into it when he warned me that he thought he might climax if I didn’t stop. I was having too much fun so I ordered him to hold back a little longer. Well, no dice. He climaxed which really pissed me off. I kept slamming him and I spanked his ass with my hands very hard at the same time to let him know my displeasure.

James was no good to me the rest of the night. Once he cums like that, he loses his passion. I ordered him to orally pleasure me but it was no good. He was going through the motions and I had lost my edge. He licked me for about five minutes and then I just pushed him away. As a punishment I locked him away in the confinement room for the rest of the night as I watched television all by myself.

He apologized today and begged for forgiveness. Of course I forgive him but I told him that I was going to have to rethink how we do some things. I might have to keep our weekly sessions to discipline and humiliation and eliminate the more intimate acts such as strap-on play. I suppose I could do strap-on in the early weeks of his denial but once he gets to the one month mark, I need to be more careful. Maybe allowing him to give me massages and bathe me is too much for him, yet if I take that away I am denying myself pleasure. Maybe it’s time for a better chastity device, something more permanent. Or maybe I need to break out the Kali’s teeth when he gives me massages and baths. I’m just thinking out loud here.

Probably my favorite session was last month when I took a roll of blue medical adhesive bandage tape and wrapped his penis and the base of his balls tightly with it, leaving only the mushroom head of his penis uncovered. I made him take a Viagra an hour prior to this session so he had a stiff erection. Then I worked a large condom over his penis and the bandage. I tied him to my bed and I used him as my sex toy for an hour to 90 minutes straight. Due to the bandage tape and condom, James could fell no pleasure. In fact, it actually was a bit painful for him as I rode his penis. I kept rotating back and forth, riding his cock for a while and then sitting on his face and having him lick me. Back and forth I went from his cock to his face. I had multiple orgasms while he was feeling no pleasure at all.

He had been denied for about a month and since he took a Viagra, which he rarely does, I decided to take pity on him but it would have to be a ruined orgasm. So I tied him face up on the massage table, I carefully removed the condom and took our Hitachi double head vibrator and ran it against his very full and swollen balls and the exposed head of his cock which was a nice shade of purple. I rotated back and forth between the tip of the head and his balls until his cock pulsated wildly. I immediately removed the vibrator and he came, shooting his load way up in the air and all over his chest and stomach. His facial expression and the sounds he was making told me it was a most painful and frustrating orgasm. He begged me to touch him, to bring him to a more complete orgasm, but of course I denied his request. I then cut the bandage off his erection. It was quite intense for him as I un-wrapped his penis, his skin sticking to the adhesive tape. Then it was off to a cold shower so he would lose his erection in order to reinstall his chastity device. When using Viagra, it made for a most agonizing next morning as he awoke with an erection that was rebuffed by the chastity cage.

It’s finally March (Spring can’t come soon enough) and yesterday marked two months since James had his last orgasm.

I then fetched the key to his CB6000 and unlocked him and eased the device off of him, along with the DL 2000. His denied penis sprang to attention. I got my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator and began a tease and deny session, turning the Wand on low and running it against his balls, along the side of his penis and over the head. I was careful to only stimulate him for a few seconds at time, turning the Wand on and off, on and off, on and off, just a few seconds at a time, as I traced the edges of the head of his cock, along the outside of his shaft and pressed the Wand against his swollen balls.

“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission.”

I kept up the teasing for a good ten to fifteen minutes and James was literally whimpering. He was right on the edge. I took my turkey baster and filled it with warm, bordering on hot water. I began to drip the water onto the sweep spot on the underside of his penis. A few drops, then I stopped, a few more drops, then I stopped again. James’ body began to convulse as he tried his best to hold back. His cock was literally pulsating with each beat of his heart. I decide to add some more stimulation, not physical, but mental. I began to humiliate him in a teasing manner.

“Derik called me the other night. He can’t make it for St. Patrick’s Day weekend but he wants me to meet him in Vegas the week of April 7^th. And he wants to take me on a cruise the week of May 12^th. Is that okay by you?”

James continued to twitch as I continued to drip the water on his penis. I got the Magic Wand and turned it on low and pressed it against his balls.

“So you will be home all alone for two weeks this Spring. I’ll be sure to leave you a long list of chores to do while another man is romancing your wife in Vegas and on a cruise. What do you think about that?”

James’s body began to quiver so I turned off the Wand and I stopped dripping the water. James couldn’t hold back. He shot his load in spurts and from his reaction, it was not pleasurable. He moaned and his body trembled as he shot his load way up in the air in several intervals, most of it landing on the Saran Wrap that covered his chest but some of it landed all the way up on his neck and face.

“Did I give you permission to cum?” I took my hand and gave his balls a firm slap.

James apologized but then he said, “Please … it’s on fire”.

“Please? Please what?”

James said his cock was burning. I knew what he really wanted but he knew better than to ask. He wanted me to stroke him to another orgasm to relieve his discomfort.

“Sorry, you came without permission. You’ll have to suffer.”

I went and got an ice pack and placed it on his still erect cock. When it went limp, I reinstalled the CB6000, but without the DL2000, and locked him back up. I cut him free from the Saran Wrap and told him to go take a cold shower to further ease his discomfort. I have to admit, I really enjoyed ruining his orgasm. It was actually funny, seeing his body twisting and that pained looked on his face as he tried to hold back but was unable as he shot his load in spurts.

About an hour later, I told him to take me out to dinner. We were out for several hours between dinner and a brief stop at the mall. When we got home, James did some laundry and cleaned the kitchen while sat back and relaxed.

One area that a Domme has to be very careful about is keeping all D&S play and femdom lifestyle interactions with her subby properly grounded. This isn’t always easy, especially if your sub encourages you to be cruel. For him it is all a part of his fantasy, it is some kind of dark hidden desire within him that wants to be treated harshly by a woman. I don’t mind playing the “Cruel Bitch” from time to time but the key word there is “playing”. That’s not who I am as a person, although a part of me enjoys being a little sadistic with my hubby occasionally. But I am not by nature an abusive person. I love my husband and even when I treat him harshly, I mostly do it for him. It satisfies some unusual need. It brings him pleasure in a perverse way. I’d be lying if I said I understood it all. I do not but that is who he is and what he needs to achieve sexual arousal. And the flip side to this is it provides the woman numerous benefits and perks. It can be a wonderfully satisfying lifestyle for all involved but there must be give and take.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself when I look at my marriage. I have lots of vanilla friends and family members who have rotten marriages and relationships. Some have ended in divorce and others are headed there. These women call me up and tell me of their problems and how lucky I am to have such a good marriage. If only they knew the half of it. After all, I not only have a husband who worships and adores me but he does the majority of the household chores, he submits to me making the decisions, he surrenders his paychecks to me, and he allows me to see other men socially, including having sexual relations with them if I so choose. It really is almost too good to be true.

I’ve met women in this lifestyle who were very abusive to their husbands. It’s not for me to judge because I am sure the husband probably encouraged his wife to be that way but over time the D&S play more or less ceased and it became an abusive lifestyle. I witnessed women treating their hubbies very harshly, slapping them around, kicking them, locking them up in small cramp spaces when they were not needed, and cuckolding them without including them in on the fun. I question whether these women had any feelings at all for their husbands. Perhaps at one time they did but the love seemed to wax cold and all that was left is pure contempt. This one couple we met I could tell the wife disdained her husband. And it wasn’t some public humiliation scene they were engaged in that I misread. It is how their marriage evolved. She talked to him like he was dirt. She had stripped him all of human dignity and he basically existed to make her money and clean her house. If that’s what he wanted, more power to them, but it’s uncomfortable to watch.

He was feminized but she didn’t even bother to make that fun for him. She never dressed him up. He had to do that on his own. The poor guy was trying to make his lot in life exciting, dressing like her maid, wearing a self-installed chastity device, calling his wife names of endearment like “Princess” and “Goddess”. He thought he was being a good submissive, and he was, he was an excellent submissive. However, the poor guy was abused and he had the unhealthy looking whip marks and cigarette burns on his skin to prove it. But more than the physical abuse, he was carrying around the emotional scars. He wasn’t even allowed to look at his wife in the face. She forbade him to even look upon her … ever. If she caught him, she would slap him hard across his face. He always had his head downward and he didn’t look happy. Yet he was the one who contacted us. They wanted to meet other couples so she could show others how she had emasculated and degraded her husband. She thought they had a great femdom marriage. She didn’t like me at all because I refused to treat James that way. She said I was too nice to be a Domme.

Take the other night for example. I had placed James in the confinement room, bound and all alone in the dark, being punished for neglecting something I had asked him to do for me. He had an excuse but I wanted to teach him (and that is the purpose of punishment, to teach a man) that when life throws up a barrier, the dedicated submissive will still find a way. He will seek to please his Mistress even if the task proves to be difficult. I felt James gave up too easily on the task.

Therefore, he was being punished. After his confinement for several hours in restrictive bondage in an uncomfortable position, I released him and took him to my bedroom. There I administered 90 strikes of corporal punishment with my cane collection, 10 each from each cane, 2 wooden canes and 7 Delrin canes.

When I was done, James’ buttocks were bright red and striped and he was most repentant. Was I being abusive? Perhaps, if you didn’t understand the dynamics of our marriage you would probably come to that conclusion. But I didn’t stop there. I could have put him back in the confinement room for the rest of the night for him to dwell further on his punishment. Instead, I allowed James to worship my body.

When I administered his corporal punishment I was wearing only a silk bathrobe, nothing underneath. I dressed like this because I knew punishing him would more than likely get me aroused (yes, I have come to enjoy dominating my hubby almost as much as he enjoys being dominated, a wonderful byproduct of this lifestyle). After his punishment, I soothed his sore bottom with cool aloe then I had him kneel before me. I disrobed and took his head and placed it against my wet pussy. I sat on the edge of the bed, reclined back on my elbows and allowed him to worship me to orgasm. I could tell James was very excited. I could tell James was in that special place, a place he goes after he has been dominated or humiliated. It is a place where he is at peace and all is right with his world. How could I ever deny him this place? How could I not take him there?

Yes, it is a fine line between domination and abuse. And I would be lying if I said I always stayed on the proper side of that line. I try but there have been times when I have crossed that line but I have recognized it and was quick to get things back in balance. I can play rough at times and he likes that, he needs that, but what matters most is the heart. My heart is in the right place and as long as there is love, a.k.a. loving female authority, I am free to explore the deep, dark caverns of his submissive heart. I am still learning of him, and learning about me. There is a spiritual component to this lifestyle that I do not understand but when we experience it, like the other night, it transcends sex.

Once we got back to her place, Ginger had her hubby change into his maid’s outfit. He waited on us, fetching us drinks. Ginger had a glass of white wine. I had a beer at Gordon Biersch so I just had ice water at Ginger’s.

After we socialized a little, Ginger decided to give James a real thrill. She changed into her custom-made leather catsuit. I was there the day she was measured for it when we were in Vegas last June but yesterday was the first I saw her in it. Wow, did she look hot! The catsuit is black with red laces on the sides from her ankle to her underarms, and more laces on the arms. She wore a pair of red high heel shoes to complete the outfit. James’ tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. Ginger sat back down on the couch and had her hubby kneel with his head to the floor so she could use him as her footstool.

It was now time for the fun to begin. I grabbed my purse and produced the key to James’ CB6000. I had him undress and then I unlocked his chastity device. Surprisingly his erection was soft, which told me he was embarrassed and nervous being naked in front of Ginger. But once I caressed his skin with my hand and told him to stare at Ginger in her sexy catsuit, his erection sprang to attention.

I did a little verbal teasing, asking him how long it had been since he last climaxed. Then picking up on what I was doing, Ginger started to ask me about Derik and my time with him in Pittsburgh. Ginger teased James about what a hunk Derik is, as she met him when we were in Vegas in September. Then we began to tease both husbands about being cuckolds.

About this time I reached into my purse again and pulled out a dildo and a small tube of KY Jelly. I lubed up the dildo and I slowly inserted it into James’ anus. I then told him that I wanted him to ‘cum’ for me without any stimulation to his cock. I teased that he wasn’t worthy to have me touch his genitals.

I began to fuck him, holding the dildo in my hand, sliding it in and out. James was completely humiliated and totally embarrassed. Ginger added to his humiliation, making all kinds of comments, saying naughty things such as “You heard her, Bitch, cum for us!” and “Show us what a slut you are!”

James was dripping pre-cum so Ginger fetched a condom and put it on him. James got really excited as she touched his cock briefly by rolling the condom over it. He was on the edge but struggled to orgasm with no physical touching of his penis. Ginger twisted his nipples as I continued to hand fuck him with the dildo. I admonished him, “Come on James, DO IT, my arm is getting tired. DO IT else I’m putting you back in chastity.”

Ginger chimed in, “You heard your Mistress.DO IT BITCH!”

And with that James’ body convulsed and he shot his load into the condom.

“Good boy!” I commented as I withdrew the dildo.

Ginger held up a small plastic garbage can and James had to roll off the condom and dispose of it in the trash. Ginger drove the point home by saying, “That’s what your wife thinks of your orgasms, Bitch. They belong in the garbage along with other unnecessary and useless things”.

Ginger likes to call her hubby her Bitch, so she uses that word a lot. James seemed to respond to being called ‘Bitch’ so perhaps I’ll start calling him that when I dominate him.

After he dropped the condom into the garbage, James then knelt down and became my footstool as Ginger and I chatted a little more, totally ignoring our husbands. We even talked about possibly double dating over the Holidays, Ginger with her lover Dante, and me with my new lover Derik. That had to be extra humiliating to our husbands, hearing their wives making plans about going on dates with other men.

We stayed until around 10:00 before finally heading home. Although he was embarrassed and humiliated I think James had a great time and was most appreciative of my efforts to make his orgasm special.

This morning, I allowed him to masturbate once more, kneeling in front of me, climaxing into a hand towel. I wanted to make sure he was totally cleaned out before locking him back in chastity. Our next denial goal is 11 weeks. That means hubby will be denied until January 3. Maybe I’ll make it New Year’s Day. That would be 10 weeks and 5 days, which would be a new record for us.

Now comes the hard part. James experiences a letdown that lasts for days after he is allowed an orgasm. He has a lot of leafs to rake today. As long as he tends to his chores I’ll give him his space as his sexual batteries begin the process of recharging.

Marriage of a limited sort still exists. The highest status a male can have is husband. His primary purpose is to provide material for breeding. While a groom, the male is milked, his sperm frozen for future use. The wedding day begins his life of perpetual 24/7 male chastity. At the end of the ceremony, his permanent chastity device is locked in place.

The husband is primary homemaker. Cooking, cleaning, laundering are among the basics of his day. His Wife will use his tongue for her pleasure. Within the bedroom, husbands are often shown affection never displayed in public.

As the groom’s chastity device locked in place, his wife receives the paddle symbolizing her authority. When necessary women spank and beat men. This is an inalienable legal right.

The paddle placed above the woman’s bed and regarded as a sentimental token. Few wives use it to punish husbands. Caning is the most common form of domestic discipline. Some women prefer belts or whips.

Husband’s lives are circumscribed. Unfailingly humble and diligent service is their lot. Recognizing their inherent inferiority men feel honored to serve their natural superiors.

To make matters worse, just as I was getting frustrated, my girlfriend arrived. James showed her in and offered her a drink. She declined and waited in the living room as James rejoined me in the bedroom. I’m sure she could hear how I was talking to my husband in a not so flattering tone of voice, but I didn’t care. I was being a bit of a bitch, I can admit it now, but I was hot and frustrated and the dress was sticking to my skin and those stupid straps were not right and my husband was not being as helpful as I would have liked. It is times like this that I wish I had a real sissy maid, a man who is an expert at dressing and assisting a woman. James does his best but he is not a natural. He’s too masculine.

So by now I am running late and I am not in the best of moods. James suggested I change dresses but that just made me angrier. I wanted to wear my new dress and I was determined. Finally, I said “screw it, who cares if my bra straps are showing and my boobs are hanging out too much? I’m still wearing it.”

Then James goes and lights the fuse. He asks me “what time will you be home?” Now in hindsight, he said this innocently but given the mood I was in, I took it the wrong way. So without using judgment or proper discretion, right in front of my girlfriend, I began to verbally humiliate James. I don’t remember exactly what I said but it was along the lines of,

“What difference does it make what time I get home? I’ll be home when I get home. And if I decide to get drunk and flirt with other men, that’s my fucking business. Yes, James, your wife is going out in this sexy dress and I’m sure men will be gawking at my tits. So what? And if I decide to stay out all night, you’re perfectly okay with that, aren’t you?”

James’ eyes got real big and he looked at Amanda and he looked back at me and his face was soooo red. He was deeply embarrassed. But I didn’t care.

“Answer me, James. Are you okay if I want to stay out all night? And if I meet someone I’m attracted to and decide to spent the night with him, you’re okay with that, aren’t you?”

James looked down at the floor but then he looked at me and he consented to what I had just said. I could tell that he was now aroused. His embarrassment was giving way to submission. He wanted more humiliation, I could feel it, but I knew I had already gone too far in front of my friend.

For her part, my girlfriend must have felt sorry for James because she invited him to join us for dinner. That opened the door for me to humiliate James one more time. I spoke up and answered for him.

“He can’t come with us. He has chores to do. James, I want you to clean up the kitchen and do the laundry in the blue hamper in my bedroom. Is that clear?”

James had slipped into submission. He nodded and his face was no longer red. He was excited and he wanted to be dominated. He liked being humiliated in front of my friend, it was obvious. It was kind of cute and pathetic at the same time.

As for James, well hubby was waiting up for me and he was a good boy. He had cleaned the kitchen and done not only the laundry in the blue hamper but also in the other hamper. He had washed, dried and folded my clothes. He greeted me at the door, bowed before me and apologized for upsetting me. I sat down on the couch and I told him to worship my body, beginning by kissing my feet. I told him about the men I flirted with and danced with (embellishing things a little) and how I loved humiliating him in front of Amanda. James was very excited and he worked his way up my body, kissing me all over. Finally I allowed him to remove my dress and we retired to the bedroom. He performed total body worship and licked me to several orgasms. Of course he was denied.

Like I said in a post last month, it is a fine line between domination and abuse. But I agree that it is nice to have a submissive man around the house to direct my frustrations at, whether he always deserves it or not.

Once a male has adequately adapted to being locked up
in a chastity device on a more-or-less permanent basis, his female keyholder will experience a total rush of power and control over her submissive.

Even though deep down he desperately wants to be locked-up in a chastity device and controlled by a strong and powerful woman, the typical male has been brain-washed by society that he should be the one who is in control.

His well conditioned ego will rebel against a woman who has decided that it’s time for Her to take charge of things, including how, when, where and if he will be permitted an orgasm.

He will begin to beg for a release, state that this male chastity thing is not what he really wanted after all, complain of discomfort and needing more orgasms and even attempt to top-from-the-bottom.

Only a firm, consistent and tenacious stand by his keyholder will thwart these annoying but persistent rants of discontent. If he really wants to be locked up and denied, then it will be on Her terms…. period!

This is the only way a male chastity lifestyle can really work to everyone’s satisfaction. And initially, it can take quite a bit of time and effort on her part to get him to this stage of acceptance.

But it’s all worth it because once this level of dominance has been firmly established, Her life changes forever.

While every woman is different, one of the issues that may be of concern for Her will be the lack of penetrative sex.

After all, his dick is not available anymore. Even if she occasionally
allows him out of his male chastity device to enter Her (which she probably shouldn’t), the experience of sexual intercourse will be foreign enough to completely overwhelm him causing a hair-trigger orgasm.

His sexual incompetence will be so disgustingly unsatisfactory to Her that she will eventually find it necessary to resort to a penis-gag/combination dildo so he can fuck her orally or even a strap-on dildo for him to use while still being locked up in his chastity cage.

Deciding on where a male chastity lifestyle will eventually lead to is a question that couples should talk about before actually locking him up.

More often than not, male chastity fits in perfectly with a D/s, Femdom or a FLR (Female Led Relationship). Orgasm denial, in conjunction with a chastity device, is just a natural extension of a Femdom relationship.

On the other end of the spectrum, there are females who keep their
husbands or boyfriends locked up 24/7, practice long term orgasm denial along with other Femdom activities such as whippings, verbal and public humiliation, feminization, frequent tease and denial sessions.

Sometimes things progress to the point where she eventually turns him into a permanent male chastity slave, with his concerned consent of course.

In reality, most couples never take things quite this far. Once he agrees to become her full time chastity slave, a big, bold line is drawn; if he decides to step over that line into slave territory, it’s difficult for him to ever go back.

When this happens, the woman becomes intoxicated with the power rush that goes along with owning her own slave that she has complete control over, including his ability to orgasm. There are not too many females that would ever feel compelled to relinquish this control.

At this point, a true male chastity slave has, for all intents and purposes, abdicated his rights as a husband or boyfriend. His keyholder may now feel compelled to ignore his penis completely and forbid any penetrative sexual needs that he has to focus exclusively on her pleasure.

Her chastity slave has now been relegated to mere servant status. He will typically be cut off from any form of sexual intimacy and will usually be forbidden any orgasms what-so-ever.

If she decides to forgo the cuckolding route, then a male strap-on dildo, worn over his male chastity device, becomes one of her favorite sources of pleasure.

She now keeps him around for three reasons only….

1. He takes complete care of all the home upkeep and housework, something she would never consider going back to.
2. His outside job provides her with money for clothes, shoes, lingerie, make-up and hair/manicure expenses which are substantial.
3. She is addicted to the power rush she gets knowing that she has her own slave locked-up and denied while she can experience as much pleasure as she wants.

Why would a male chastity slave decide to stick around and put up with this demeaning, humiliating not to mention frustrating lifestyle.

That’s a question that he asks himself frequently, and one that only he can answer by a deep understanding of the powerful emotions he feels while enduring long term orgasm denial by way of a male chastity device.

I am not allowed to touch myself in front of Linda. Now that I am no longer able to get it up she permits me to be naked in her presence.But at his point her rules remain firm no masturbation allowed. She told me it would be a shame to ruin a perfect situation so leave it alone and the urge will over time will disappear.

I have often thought about asking my wife to put me into chastity, as we have now reached the stage in her Female Supremacy lifestyle where she regards me as sexually irrelevant (she has not so much as touched my penis in over 5 years). But I don’t have the courage to ask as I think it would end badly. She would probably think I’m a fucking pervert as she is not at all in to BDSM. Either that or she would take to the idea as it would symbolize my sexless status, but in that case I don’t think she would ever let me out. I can’t imagine her unlocking me afterwards and certainly she wouldn’t go to the effort of milking me. So it is too dangerous a subject for me to mention.

You told your wife haven’t touch your penis for years. Well I was in the same situation. Last time I penetrated my wife was almost 7 years ago. I used to masturbated a lot, but now its over. She doesn’t allow it and she is very strict.

Don’t worry about how long you will be locked up. I get locked up for months and it doesn’t bother me anymore. I’ve been locked up since the day I proposed to her. That’s another story.

Is anybody here who is locked in permanent chastity like me?  So far I’ve been locked for 1,5 years. I haven’t had a single orgasm in this whole time and my wife already told me this isn’t going to change. She makes me wear a butt plug everyday to keep me horny.

Sometimes, she removes my chastity cage and lets me fuck her for a while. Of course I have to fuck her with a condom and go back to the cage without cumming or having an orgasm. She only allows me vaginal sex once or twice a year if I have been perfectly obedient and submissive toward her.

I’ve been locked in chastity for over 5 years. I love it. In fact I don’t like being out of chastity. I don’t get to fuck my wife very often maybe 2 to 3 times a year. I do give her lots of oral.

On august 30 i have been in chastity for a year. Since my wife Gabby thinks i have been such a good servant for her this year, she has allowed me to masturbate once. That will be on Saturday, under her supervision.

i think you should honor her offer to you. i think it would give her joy to feel like she has bestowed this honor upon you and it would be impolite of you to refuse just to feel content in your chastity.

Long-term devices can be worn for days, weeks, or even months at a time (so long as they are removed at regular intervals for short periods of time to allow for hygiene and inspection). The use of such a device produces amazing, incredible, and fantastic results. Mere words cannot express the state of near perfection in my husband produced by long-term chastity. We had been into Domestic Discipline for over a year before I used such a device. I had begun to believe that my husband’s behavior was as close to perfect as one can attain on this earth. Long-term chastity brought his behavior to a higher level altogether.

The magic of a long-term device is that it not only prevents ejaculation, it prevents him from even stimulating himself. Even when you have his ejaculations under control, most men will still touch themselves in order to give themselves some pleasure. These devices will not allow that, and therefore dramatically increase his sexual dependence on you. His compliance and behavioral improvements multiply exponentially with the use of long-term chastity.

Some women I’ve read on the subject advocate never allowing their man an orgasm or allowing orgasm at very long intervals such as every 6 months or every year.

I am a natural for Domestic Discipline because I enjoy having and using sexual power. I get a thrill from sexually dominating my husband. I enjoy forcing his face into my crotch for oral sex. I enjoy being on top during intercourse, talking to him, warning him about what will happen if he cums before I’ve said he may. When we roll over, I enjoy the way he winces and whines when I use my riding crop to reinforce my directions that he speed up or slow down. My husband, of course, enjoys these things too. I also enjoy punishing him when he has not performed to my standards. We are a perfect fit in this regard.