Then there are the relationships like mine. I have my bitch-boy puppet toy on the shelf and, I can, anytime I want to, take him down from the shelf, abuse him and hurt him and humiliate him and make him very miserable for as long as I want. VERY AROUSING. (Apart from 24/7/365 chastity), the rest of the time I use bitch-boy for his vanilla attributes and company. Watching some great TV, great DVDs, fine food, travel, vanilla socialising, etc. So what is the point of this post? The quick little VERY REGULAR things that reinforce status during vanilla times.

Kissing my footwear EVERYTIME we are about to leave the house, leave the hotel room, leave the guest bedroom when staying at a vanilla friends house. I can look down and get the power rush the act provides, and he is reminded of his status. Importantly, a few words from me to remind him I own him and use him for what I want, whenever I want. Perhaps if the floor is tile or timber, drop a little spit from my mouth to be licked up by him before he rises. Or have him on his back and briefly wipe my soles over his tongue.

No pleases and thank you’s.  Its quite hard to train oneself out of saying please and thank you, but well worth it for use exclusively with your sub. All sorts of vanilla occasions when a request for something directed at your sub sounds to him like an order from his imperious Mistress, but sounds like a simple innocent request to those around you at the time. And even easier when he has brought something to you, to take it without acknowledgement of him, or thanks to him.

When a male cannot have an orgasm himself, he will quickly learn to find his partner’s orgasms fulfilling. If his dominant partner is his wife, he will quickly master the art of giving her pleasure, and find her orgasms bring him more joy and satisfaction than his own brief spurts.

If the dominant seeks to try new things in bed, he will of course agree to it. While he may desperately want to penetrate his lover, he cannot, because he is inferior and his lover does not wish him to experience that sensation. Perhaps the lover instead wishes to penetrate him? Once chastised, he will willingly agree to it. Once he does, the pleasure it gives will be more than enough to convince him to try it again and again.

When a man cannot have an orgasm, he will also learn to find pleasure in other parts of his body. Simply being kissed all over will become extremely erotic. Touching and massage will provoke powerful responses. Teasing will be the best he can get, and he will willingly take it. Knowing that his partner has ordered his genitals to be small and soft, and then knowing that his partner is intentionally causing him to become aroused, will reinforce that his partner does not find his erection, or his penis at all for that matter, to be an important part of their relationship. The important thing is the man himself, and the obedience and service he provides.

My wife and I have come a long way in the last two years. Let me describe two marriages.

In the first one, the couple has sex on a perfect schedule. There’s always money left over from paying the bills. The house runs like clockwork–laundry, dishes, cleaning, and maintenance happen automatically. Groceries and supplies magically appear when needed. Evenings are relaxed, weekends are full of fun and adventure. There are no disagreements, no arguments, no differences of opinions. The marriage serves as a platform to build a great career, pursue fulfilling adventures and a loving family.

The second marriage is marked by profound sexual frustration, frequent humiliation, and occasional coercion. Money is constantly watched over for any sign of problems. House chores are relentless, and only one spouse does housework, so the other spouse changes their work schedule to take one day every other week off from work to keep up. It seems any trip anywhere includes a stop at the grocery store on the way home. Evenings are spent catering to one person’s whims. Weekends are a death march, with cooking, more cleaning, and food prep happening between jaunts on ‘fun’ trips. There is no space for opinions or ideas. The marriage is a job.

The first marriage is the one my dominant wife lives and the one everyone else sees. The second marriage is the one I, her submissive husband, live every day.

In 2016, after my last post, she embraced full control of our sex life–and remade it. She was always clear that penetrative sex is not her preferred way of getting off. Even as we have continued being intimate–and she has continued receiving orgasms–I have only been inside her five times in the past two years (and one of those times, I was not allowed to orgasm!).

My masturbation schedule has been reduced, and I only wear my Holy Trainer when I’m very desperate and close to orgasm. I generally go three weeks or so between orgasms, with the first week or so unlocked. I had just over a dozen orgasms in 2017.

My wife believes it’s not worthwhile to her for me to only orgasm inside her, so she is OK with masturbation as long as it’s on her (rare) schedule. However, she finds it distasteful, and after years of masturbating in the bed or shower, she asked me early this past year to begin masturbating on my knees directly into the toilet. It’s out of her sight, and guarantees cleanup will be done properly (since I’m responsible for cleaning the toilets), but it’s also yet another humiliation. Sulking back to bed, pulling my panties back up over my painted toenails and shaved legs, after jerking off into the toilet is how the majority of my orgasms end now.

As I have become more sissified and feminized (I’m writing this wearing the new faux leather leggings, tight mockneck sweater, and thong bodyshaper Naughty Santa got me for Xmas!), my wife has continually mentioned that she would like me to start cumming more femininely, meaning more rarely and without jerking or pumping. Being a researcher, she has cited evidence (which I dare not argue with) that the average woman has an orgasm every other month. It’s her desire that I orgasm six times, and that I replace stroking into the toilet with using a vibrator to ejaculate into a maxi pad stuck into my panties. My last two orgasms have happened this way, and they are among the most intense orgasms I have ever felt.

Some things that may happen in 2018:

My wife may decide to forego penetrative sex completely. I’m never going to penetrate better than I eat pussy, and my cock is never going to do any of the things her vibrators can do.

I’m tucking and taping more while wearing feminine/sissy attire, and using the cage less. I still can’t get hard or feel any stimulation either way, but there is no bulge at all with a tuck and tape.

What she has not requested so far this year is penetration. Several times, she has had me keep my Holy Trainer on if I’m wearing one. Once when we got back from a night out, and my genitals were all taped up in my panties, she had me keep both on until she was completely finished. I know better than to ask to be inside her, but she clearly knows how badly I want to be inside her and how badly I want to beg for it. It just doesn’t make her happy, and she doesn’t want me to ejaculate inside her, since it makes a mess and diminishes her control over me.

I’m learning to deal with being so horny after giving her multiple orgasms and not being permitted one myself. I’ve stopped trying to sleep, and will get up to go do some quiet chores instead. Mopping, sweeping, and dusting are quiet and give me a leg up on the week’s cleaning. They take my mind off my selfish desperation.

True to her word, my orgasms have been limited. I have had 2 so far in the first four months of this year. One was into the toilet before bedtime, but the other was on our fun night out, when she had me use one of her vibrators on my taped-up genitals, over my panties. It was the most amazing orgasm of my entire life. She held me tightly and kissed me gently while I built up and up and up. She held her breasts to my face, and moved her leg under my head to cradle it. I have no idea how long it took. I only felt waves of growing tension as I desperately tried to increase the sensations, along with a little fear that she might snatch the vibrator away and leave me to cry myself to sleep. She let me keep it, though, and let me have that orgasm. Then I cried in her arms all the same, just for a different reason. I rolled over and fell asleep in my tape and panties. The next morning I woke up to her playing with herself, and she wouldn’t let me touch her. I could just watch.

So that’s the update. The Holy Trainer is still working well, but we have been talking about a metal cage. I will update you if we go that route.

Chores
I think having the husband do all or most of the chores is one of the most important parts of a wife-led marriage for several reasons. It allows the wife more time for relaxation and her professional work. It keeps the husband occupied and gives him structure, which is good for keeping him out of trouble. It makes clear the hierarchy of the relationship. While the husband may need some instruction at first on how to do his chores to your likely do not go easy on him. Be demanding in what you ask of him and if it is not to your liking have him do it again. The more you demand of him of him and the bitchier you are to him the happier he will be. Also, you don’t ever to thank him, he is already getting the pleasure of serving you. He should be the one thanking you each time you give him a task. My wife will be reading these entries so I will see if she anything to add or change.

Daily Chores

Make wife’s tea and breakfast
Straighten up the house
Make the bed
Make sure wife’s water is full
Feed the dog breakfast
Prepare dinner if we are eating alone
Clean up after meal
Make wife’s lunch for the next day if she is working
Feed the dog dinner
Wait on wife hand and foot fetching anything she needs
Anything else wife ask of me

Weekly Chores

Run errands to stores
Laundry
Ironing

Monthly Chores

Clean wife’s car
Pick up wife’s birth control
Comb dog and apply flea medicine
Take care of all bills

If I had known how astoundingly easy it would be to control hubby and make him crave opportunities to make me happy, I would have taken control of his orgasms years ago…

It is amazing. It only took five days after his last “self-determined” orgasm for him to become so pliant and malleable that he would agree to wash the dishes every time, forever. It is important to note that he hates washing the dishes. Even more than he hates doing laundry, and almost as much as he hates cleaning the toilets…

Needless to say all of these are his exclusive chores now!

I realised a couple of things early on. One is that it is not a rational thing. He is not saying to himself “I do not want to carry Her purse but I will because maybe She will eventually let me cum”. Instead his brain chemistry is swirling with so much need to please, that it feels good to obey and the idea of not obeying does not even enter his mind.

The second thing I realised was that the orgasm control is self reinforcing. The obedient attitude that comes from not allowing him to cum even makes it hard for him to disobey the command not to cum. You might think that the longer I go without letting him cum the more the pressure builds up and the more rebellious he becomes, but it is not so. The longer we go the more the pressure builds up, but it is pressure directed toward devotion to me, so the longer he goes without cumming the more impossible it becomes for him to cum without my permission. Because it would displease me, and because in that state obeying me feels so natural to him.

Some might ask if I ever let hubby cum at all or do I keep him frustrated forever. The answer is that I do let him cum. The time between his orgasms is usually between two and three months. I know that many dommes feel that it should go for six months and more, but I really find him to become maximally compliant after about two months, and any longer does not seem to enhance his subservient feelings.

But why do I bother to let him cum? Here are the reasons:

– It gives him something to look forward to, which makes him extra eager to please. Yes I have him in a perpetual state of being pretty much unable to disobey me, but I do not know if we would be so very eager a boy if he did not know that he would get his reward at some time.

– It is positive reinforcement that I can use for special things. To push him past a limit. For example for a long time hubby could not get himself to wear the little sub-symbol pendant I got for him out of the house. So I made it a condition of his next orgasm, and teased him to the point of insanity and did not let him cum until he promised. The promises I get from him this way seem to burn themselves into his brain. It is awesome.

– I enjoy the power to make him completely explode. I think I get more enjoyment from the power to fuck him up with arousal until he seems like he might die, but the power trip of making him scream and thrash uncontrollably is pretty good too.

– I love him and I like to give him pleasure. I married the man for a reason, you know. He is a beautiful man and a very good boy and he deserves happiness of every kind I can give him…

True to my word, I put david through his paces today.

I called out to him: “david! Time for your first premie training!”

“Awwww!” he said.

Ignoring him, I told him to undress and come down to the living room. He asked why the living room? couldn’t we just do it in the bedroom? I told him the bedroom is a place for fun sex, not for training. We needed a different room and the living room would do fine. He’s always worried that somebody might see him when he’s in the living room because of the large picture windows. Nobody is near us, so it’s unlikely, though certainly not impossible. I was not concerned, anyways.

“But I might make a mess down there…” he complained. I told him there will be no “messes”. But just to be sure I would put a towel down on the floor for him to stand on.

I got a dark blue towel and put it down in the middle of the living room. Eventually he will blow a load, I am sure of it, ideally when Sue is there to see it, and I want his spunk to stand out against the dark blue background for the added shame factor.

I set up my folding chair and placed it right beside the towel. I also had my hairbrush, some lube, and my iPhone with a timer app on it. I also had an extra item that I kept hidden, but thought I would use later to humiliate him further.

david came down bare as a baby and looking quite sheepish. I had him stand on one end of the towel and I told him not to move from that spot.

I then instructed him as follows. “Ok baby, the whole idea is for you to rub yourself and last longer and longer each time. Today I want you to last one minute, three times in a row. If you need to stop, you ask my permission, ok? If I give you permission, then you can stop, but you’ll get a good hairbrushing to your rear-end afterwards. If you need me to clamp your cock, you need to ask me that also, ok? Next time we’ll go longer.”

I then dribbled lube over his penis and hand and told him to grab it in one hand, and his balls in the other. I have seen him masturbate before and I know he favours tugging on his balls as he rubs his penis. “Make it hard first” I told him. He started rubbing himself gently.

When he was hard, I started the one-minute countdown timer and said “Go! Faster and harder, baby. It’s useless if you don’t get close each time.” He sped up. Boy can his hand ever move fast when he wants it to. It was like greased lightning!

The timer went off with a big “BONG!” He made it!

“Good boy! I’m so proud of you! Is my little premie turning into a big strong man? Why can’t you last that long when you’re in my pussy? Can you do that again for Mommy?” I asked him.

He blushed and nodded.

I started the timer again and said “Go!” This time, as he was rubbing, I gave him a little spank on his cute wiggly backside.

“Oh no don’t!” he said, but kept rubbing.

I continued spanking him very lightly all over his bottom despite his girlish protests. About 30 seconds in it came: “I need to stop.”

“Keep rubbing.” I told him.

“No, please! I really need to stop. Please!”

“Stop! Hands at your sides!” I said.

he immediately put his hands at his sides and wiggled up a storm, squeezing his legs together and hunching over.

“Do you need my hand?” I asked him.

“No. I don’t think so.” he said as he relaxed a bit.

“Ok, you were about 20 seconds shy that time. That’s 20 spanks. Are you ready for number three?” I asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered.

I put some more lube on his hand, and started him going again. This time I walked in front of him and told him “Look at me!” As his eyes came up to mine I started slowly undoing the buttons on my blouse. I had a lacy bra on. I grabbed my tit and shoved it out towards him. I then peeled my bra back and let him see my left nipple. I moved it towards him and squeezed it just in front of his face.

“Oh! Oh!” he said. How gratifying my boy still gets turned on by something as simple as my bare breast, even after all that porn he looks at on the Internet.

“I think I might need to stop.” he suggested.

“Not yet!” I told him, “that’s just 30 seconds. Keep going. Imagine you’re banging my cunt hard like a real man and …”

“No! Please! I NEED to stop!”

I love the begging most of all.

“Stop. Hands at your sides!”

I could see a drop of pre-cum oozing from his tip.

I didn’t want him to cum this first time!

“Do you need my hand?” I asked urgently.

“YES!” he said between clenched teeth.

I grabbed his cock hard around its base. He spasmed in my hand and yelled out. He seemed in a bit of pain. But nothing more came out the tip.

“Will something come out if I let go?” I asked.

“I think so…” he said.

“Put your hand in front to catch it.”

I let the pressure off, and a bit of a mix of clear and milky cum oozed out from the tip into his waiting hand.

“Not impressive.” I told him.

“Sorry…” he said.

“I won’t give you the strap this time,” I told him, “because it wasn’t a real ejaculation. But that was very close. If I hadn’t been fast enough you would have cum all over my living room and then you would have been bent over the back of that sofa bare-assed and balls out and had your legs and ass strapped black and blue. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” he repeated, still holding his pre-jizz in his hand.

“We’ll call that 20 seconds shy again, but I’m tripling it because of your leaky cock. Any complaints?”

“No Ma’am,” he said.

“Put that in your mouth and hold it in there. I’ll make you spit it out into the sink after your spanking, and if I don’t see cum in your spit, you’ll get another spanking.”

I went to the kitchen to get a washcloth. I came back and cleaned the lube and whatever else off his hands, penis, balls, and between his legs. He stood there not saying a word, holding his mouthful.

Then I sat on the chair and pulled him across my lap for his hairbrush spanking. There was no warm-up at all. I gave him his 80 spanks hard but taking my time, reddening his ass quite thoroughly. Some of the spanks would have made him yell, but with his mouth holding tightly onto his mess it only came out as a muffled scream. I have learned how to spank hard with that hairbrush, and in sensitive places.

As I spanked I scolded him for being a bad boy. A bad premie. Not a real man at all. Not able to use his cock properly to please a woman. That’s why you’re being spanked like a little boy, I told him, across my knee like a child. A real man wouldn’t let his wife spank him like this. A real man would throw his woman across his knee and spank the shit out of her. But you’re not a real man, are you? You’re more like the woman in this relationship, aren’t you?

“mmmph…” he said, unable to speak with his mouth closed.

“Oh swallow that down!” I said impatiently.

He gulped and swallowed and then said “no…”

I thought that was ironic, given he had just swallowed a mouthful of jizz.

“Oh YES you are the woman!” I said. “And you better admit it if you want this spanking to EVER end. Now who is the woman in this relationship?”

“you are,” he said defiantly. What a brat! Brat wants her little bottom paddled I guess.

I started spanking very hard and very fast, including really hard ones to the backs of his thighs.

“I am! I am! I am!” he said.

I paused my spanking. “You are what?” I asked.

“I am the woman in our relationship!” he finally blurted out.

“Say it in a nice womanly high-pitched voice.” I demanded, rubbing the hard wood around on his beaten-up bum-cheeks.

“I am the woman in our relationship.” he repeated an octave higher. Ha Ha!

“Stand up.” I told him, stopping his punishment. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of lacy pink panties. “Put these on, woman.” I ordered him.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them up his legs. I’ve made him wear panties before, but this time he looked like he was going to cry.

I took him by the ear and led him to the corner, pushing his nose deeply into it. “Ten minutes in your panties, hands at our sides. No rubbing. No touching yourself. Think about why you’re being punished tonight, and why you’re standing there in panties. Think about how you’re going to do better next time.”

I was very stern with him. I am good at that when I want to be.

After his time was up I went to get him and give him a big hug. I acted very happy, and very grateful that he had agreed to is training. I told him that I hoped I was not too hard on him with the humiliation talk and that he did not take it in a mean way. It was just part of the training program the women on the discussion forum advocated.

“Maybe we could skip that part next time?” he suggested.

“Did I hurt your feelings, baby?” I asked.

“A little, yeah.” He answered.

“It’s just part of the training. Don’t take it so seriously! I think it’s an important part. Next time you’ll know I’m not serious about it. I’m just trying to help you is all. Ok?”

“I guess so.” he said.

“And I thought training you was super hot!” I added. “It made me horny. Now take me upstairs and ravish me with your tounge, baby! I know you’re a real man when it comes to that!”

And you know what? He was.

This is our latest toy and it has moved to the front of the line to be my favorite. It is so easy to put on and take off and gives my Queen so much control. The best part is that she controls it from her phone. We had a cheap version previously but with having a separate remote I always knew when to expect her to use it. This one I have no idea. And it reaches almost the whole house. So no matter where I am she can make it beep, vibrate or shock me. I have been wearing it every day since we got it and just putting it on makes me drip. The random shocks to come make me grin a bit as well. Luckily she has been nice with it and keeps the level low…….so far. I love how she can use it to call me or correct me at any moment. It’s small enough I could wear it anywhere as well. Hopefully she allows me to wear it out and more often like we have been. Every time I see her on her phone(which is a lot) I tense a bit thinking it could be coming. When I’m in the kitchen she can shock me to come to her. Just today I was in the other room and I felt a shock. A shock means I need to come to here now so I walked over and she was on the couch with her boots up. I immediately dropped to my knees, kissed the toe of each boot and removed them. I was starting to drip more than that should have caused. I was in love. More than the moment before. I see her taking this control with it and it makes me weak in my knees. It’s what I have always craved but never thought I would have. She also set the vibrate to mean she loves me and the tone is still undecided. I love that the vibrate means that. She can touch me without touching me. Even in a room by myself. It truly is a great toy with more possibilities than the pet store could imagine. I love you my Queen

My Mistress keeps me locked up & says my cock is pathetic & has no use for such a small tiny thing

Which brings me to the current state of affairs. In brief, my wife hasn’t released me since she locked me up on September 13. As I write this on March 14, I have now been locked up in my cage for over six months, and I have no idea of when I will be released, if ever.

In the past, I wore my chastity device more or less all the time, but I was frequently released for bicycling, and she occasionally released me so she could shave my genitals and play with my penis. The longest I went between releases was probably three or four weeks. In comparison, I now haven’t been able to touch or even see my penis in over six months.

When my wife was still occasionally playing with my penis, my releases were always on Sunday afternoons. Now Sunday afternoons are reserved for me to service her. I perform cunnilingus on her while she plays with my testicles. Once I bring her to an orgasm, she rolls onto her side and I begin applying my tongue to her anus. When she finally tires of my attention, she will bring me right up to the edge of an orgasm before signaling the session is over. She also continues to play with me most nights before we sleep.

Since my September lockup, her treatment of my testicles has gotten even rougher. She usually doesn’t spend very much time gently stroking them. Instead, she pulls on them harder and sinks her fingernails deeper into my skin than ever before. When she reaches down with both hands, I know I am about to be put through a major workout. Some mornings, the skin around the back of my scrotal ring still burns from the treatment I received the night before. Although I sometimes jerk around and wince in pain while she is tormenting me, I’m always disappointed when she quits. I prefer rough treatment to being ignored sexually.

I have spent some time wondering why she appears to enjoy treating me so roughly when it seems so contrary to her nature. I don’t know if the rough play provides some sort of catharsis for her or if it serves as a means for achieving revenge for the frustrations and irritations I cause her. Perhaps she simply enjoys the control she experiences while I am grunting and struggling to pull away from her grasp. It has also occurred to me that she treats me roughly because she has learned from several years of experience that my genitals respond best to that kind of treatment. For one thing, the risk of an unintended orgasm seems to be considerably lower when the play is rough. In any case, she has become very skilled at playing with me for extended periods without causing an orgasm. If she gives me an orgasm, it is by design—there are no accidents.

During the past six months, she has given me four orgasms, and all four were ruined. Indeed, she has become an expert at producing ruined orgasms. She works me over until I am in an unstoppable frenzy, and then she pulls her hand away from my balls the exact moment before I begin to ejaculate—leaving my penis to twitch and spurt away from inside its steel cage. I don’t know if she has read anything about how unsatisfying and frustrating a ruined orgasm is for a man or if she actually thinks she is rewarding me with a pleasurable experience. I suspect she thinks of them as simply a way of emptying my balls without much concern for my pleasure.

My most memorable recent orgasm occurred on New Year’s Eve. When we went to bed after welcoming the new year, she treated my testicles rougher than usual. Using both hands, she dug her nails deep into my scrotum and pulled on my testicles so hard I thought she was trying to rip them off. When I ejaculated, it went all over the sheets and her nightgown, but it was ruined! I didn’t know if I should interpret the orgasm as a New Year’s gift or as an assertion of her control.

Last night, as we were sitting down for a couple of drinks before dinner, my wife and I got into another discussion about chastity. During the conversation, she stated that she was no longer going to be letting me out of my chastity device and she wouldn’t be giving me any more orgasms. She said that she had decided that this past fall because we always got along better when I was horny. I responded that we had been getting along better lately, but she quickly countered, “That’s because you are horny! If I give you an orgasm, you will go back to treating me like crap for the next two weeks!”

I was a bit stunned, and a mix of feelings flooded my mind. I felt a bit angry and resentful, but I also felt excited and full of love and respect for my beautiful wife. Meanwhile, my penis began struggling to become erect inside its cage. Later, while we watched some television, it was difficult to concentrate on the programs, and I didn’t sleep very well last night.

When we went to bed, she gently played with my balls while we continued to talk. I asked if she was serious about what she had said about not letting me out of my cage and giving me orgasms, and she said she was. I told her that I had been wondering if she had intended for the big blow job she gave me in July to serve as one last hurrah before my penis was permanently confined to its cage. She said that she hadn’t intended it that way initially, but that is how it had turned out. She explained that now I was able to wear my device indefinitely, our relationship was able to evolve to the next stage.

Even before we started our experiments with chastity, she had begun to move us away from a male-dominated sexuality centered on the penis to a female-dominated sexuality in which the penis plays no role. The logical extension of this progression would seem to be permanent chastity and a complete denial of the penis. (Wow, this is starting to sound Freudian!)

She began by moving us away from male-dominated sexual intercourse. We started having intercourse less frequently, and when we did, she was the one on top and in control. Eventually, we quit having much intercourse at all, and she seemed to be compensating me for that concession by playing more and more with my penis. As she did, she started teaching me that she could provide me greater pleasure if I delayed and denied my orgasms so I could last longer and perform more often. At some point, I found myself trying to please her by mastering the lessons she was giving me. I remember on several occasions, going into the bathroom after successfully resisting her attempts to make me ejaculate. As I walked away from the bed, I was grinning from ear to ear about the stud I had become, capable of finishing sex while still sporting a huge erection. (Talk about male hubris.)

After several months of orgasm denial, the natural next step was chastity play. Although I was the one who suggested experimenting with chastity, she was eagerly receptive to the idea, and before we had gained much experience with a CB-6000, she was urging me to purchase a secure Lori’s stainless steel device. (What a schmuck. I didn’t realize it then, but she was playing me like a violin.)

Shortly after we acquired a well-fitting steel device, I was wearing it 24/7 except when on my bike. Initially, she would release me once a month for a genital shave and some play. Usually after the shave, she would play with my penis until I ejaculated or, less frequently, she would replace my scrotal ring, mount me, and order me to lie still while she fucked me. With each session, her treatment of my penis grew harsher. I have described that treatment in earlier posts. Suffice it to say that both masturbation and intercourse became increasingly painful for me, and eventually I began having trouble achieving an adequate erection. After all, if my penis can no longer serve its purpose, nothing is lost by locking it up.

From her perspective, she was eliminating unwanted intercourse and penis play from our sexual repertoire. On the other hand, she would sensuously stroke my testicles while I licked her pussy or asshole. As thickheaded as I may be, I realized even then that she was eroticizing those activities by conditioning me to associate them with my own pleasure. Nowadays, I am genuinely disappointed when she isn’t in the mood to be serviced.

It is a little difficult for me to believe my wife is as devious as a thoughtful review of events suggests. However, it seems her actions, even before we began experimenting with chastity, have been consistent with an overall plan of moving us from frequent sexual intercourse to permanent chastity. Of course, I’m not sure she is interesting in keeping me locked up forever, but with no further need to release me for cycling, she now has her first meaningful opportunity to pursue that option. I don’t know when my next release may be, but I am actually hoping she might let me out this weekend to thank me for finally being able to ride my bike without taking off my device. Beyond that, I expect I will be released once or twice within the next few months, but I think I can probably count on an end to my releases before long. After all, the easiest solution for her is to lock up my penis and forget it exists, and I suspect that is where we are headed.