On one theme, firstly, I have many, many orgasms each week. My bitch is lucky to get an orgasm every six months. And it would take him more than ten years to have as many orgasms as I have on any single one of the several full-on DS days that happen each week. Secondly, my orgasms are generated with care and attention to ensure they are maximised in intensity. my bitch’s orgasms are under the sole of my shoe and utilitarian and humiliating.

On another theme, I am free to do whatever I want with as many lovers as I want, indulging in reciprocal, mutual, intimate, sensual, sexual activities. My bitch NEVER gets to enjoy reciprocal, mutual, intimate sensual, sexual activities and he never, ever will.

On yet another theme, bitch-boy does all the chores in our house, I do none.

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I continued my close inspection, remarking, “I think we need to go down a size, … maybe even two sizes… You know I want it locked up really snug and sound … plus… I am thinking… if we keep taking the cage size down, so it is always a really tight fit … it will keep the shrinking going… What do you think?”

He was really upset at this. “Please, Christine, please don’t… It’s ever so tight and uncomfortable already… and it’s hard to lock it on!”
“Nonsense,” I curtly remarked, “There is definitely way too much room in there for my liking. I’ll get on to Lori tomorrow…. If we’re going to keep shrinking it, we need to make sure there is absolutely no room for any growth. None whatsoever!… I want it down well under four inches… which I am sure we can manage now it is kept locked up all the time… if we keep reducing the cage size!”

He was trembling and started to whimper about not wanting it to shrink. I brusquely fuelled his anxiety further by advising, “It is none of your business what I do with your little defect…. And, if I want it down below four inches, then I expect your full co-operation in achieving that! It’s not as though there is any purpose for it. I most certainly have no need for it, your tongue does me. Why didn’t you let me know it had shrunk?”

I then put on a show of becoming really livid with him, making him ever so panic-stricken! I furiously remarked, as I cupped his caged defect and pulled hard on it, “I AM REALLY NOT HAPPY WITH YOU!!!!! YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN IT WAS SWINGING LOOSE IN ITS CAGE AND THAT IT COULD GET A TINY ERECTION! I AM ABSOLUTELY FUMING THAT YOU DIDN’T LET ME KNOW JUST HOW LOOSE-FITTING IT IS!”

He tried to interject, but I just cut him off. “DON’T YOU DARE TRY AND MAKE EXCUSES. YOU KNOW FULL WELL I WANT THIS LOCKED AWAY TIGHTLY AT ALL TIMES! THERE SHOULD BE ABSOLUTELY NO ROOM FOR MOVEMENT. IT’S NOT MEANT TO BE HANGING FREE… AND IT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT THERE FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH!

YOU ARE EVER SO LUCKY I HAVE OTHER PLANS FOR THIS EVENING!…. BUT TOMORROW WE’LL BE GETTING OUT THE VICTORIAN LINIMENT… LET’S SEE IF YOU STILL THINK YOU WERE CLEVER HIDING THIS FROM ME AFTER THAT! He was now ever so distraught and tearful.
And, yes, we have ordered a smaller size cage!

The first issue on this topic for me, I have mentioned in a previous post. The terrible dilemmas for us poor Dommes! In this instance, hugely enjoying the amusement of having my bitch cock-caged and erection-free 24/7/365 for weeks or months at a time; including while washing. But poor me! Such caging means missing out for long periods on the pleasures of malevolent dickie-discipline and on physically applied tease-and-denial edging. I think now though, I have arrived at a happy medium.

For me and for bitch-boy the psychological message from such 24/7/365 cock caging is that my domination of him IS NOT A GAME, not some sort of mutually rewarding sex game. I humiliate him, and he suffers tedium sessions, and he is thrashed, and he is visually teased, but only I have orgasms and only I have sexual physical stimulation. The message is clear. What I do with and to him, is 100% for me, and he gets zero sexually from it. No domination game. REAL, cruel domination for my pleasure alone. Of course he gets to sleep the soundest sleep at night as a submissive being 100% clear; he is helplessly in the power of a pitiless cruel woman. The clarity he craves above all else.

My longest single spell of enforcing this 24/7/365 cock-caging was twelve weeks. But that was enough for me! It was time then I enjoyed a full-on DS day, that would include lots and lots of malevolent dickie-discipline and a good long session of, playing with his boy’s bits. I so enjoy these activities. So now, my happy medium is firstly, that he is caged 24/7/365 as a default position and on some full-on DS days he remains caged throughout the whole day, but on other DS days he is freed of his cage so I can indulge in a playing with his boy’s bits session, and in dickie-discipline. Two caveats to this. On the DS days when he is freed of his cage, he is only freed of his cage during playing with his boy’s bits and while dickie-discipline is ongoing. On such days, we begin with a deterrent thrashing of his butt and thighs and hips and the cage is on for this. It comes off for a playing with his boy’s bits session. It goes back on for a colouring-in with dolly tedium session. It stays on for a second thrashing. It comes off for, say a dickie-discipline Vampire gloves session, or nettles session. It goes back on. It is always on while he watches me have my final orgasm of the day which is how full-on DS days are concluded.

Secondly, while he is caged, I particularly indulge in activities that have zero sexual elements for him. My boot on his throat, leading to some retching by him, while I rock in my garden swing seat. Remotely monitored colouring-in with dolly; him facing the corner of a bedroom, me outdoors or in the sitting room. So even during a full-on DS day when he is free of his cage for particular activities, for the rest of the time, he remains locked in his cage, erection-free. I get a huge, cruel power rush, seeing his cock is caged while I thrash him or while I have my boot on his throat while I rock in my garden swing seat as I am making clear to both of us, that what I am doing is exploitatively and unfairly 100% for me and there is nothing sexual in it for him. He is a TRUE slave. THIS IS NOT A GAME! He is equally deeply effected although he gets nothing from it at the time, but later as a true submissive, he is bathed in the warm waters of what he needs more than anything else: Being in no doubt he is helplessly in the power of a pitiless cruel woman, and it is NOT A GAME.

I should add that for speed, rather than his cock-cage going on, I most often use a spiked strap locked on his flaccid cock and pulled very, very tightly. And I mean VERY, VERY TIGHTLY. That is so important. (He squeals or whimpers when it is applied which I adore!) Even the slightest attempt at erection is impossible and also very, very painful. The strap cannot be used for long periods as urinating is impossible and if it is on for more than three or four hours, it can cause punctures of the skin which I don’t like. Luckily removing it and immediately replacing it, means the tiny spikes dig into new places so it can be worn for hours without punctures.

I will also add, I sometimes apply the ruler while he is flaccid which also has no sexual element for him. I apply it hard! If he starts to get erect I stop and his cage goes back on or he is sent to a corner until his defect is soft enough for the spiked strap to go back on. Serious penis pain without even the compensation of some moments of erection! This smacking of his flaccid defect also sends a message the activity is for my sexual pleasure and not his in any way.

I will also add me having orgasms between full-on DS days while he is in his cage 24/7/365 and, during the full-on DS days in which he remains caged throughout, further makes clear our lifestyle is about MY SEXUAL pleasure and his sexual pleasure is irrelevant to me. (But not actually irrelevant, as denying him a sex life while I have so many orgasms every week, is very arousing and so vital to me.) And I will finally add that when I cuckold him, this makes it even more clear to him that I have a maximised sex-life while his is so very, very limited. OUR LIFESTYLE IS NO GAME!

Most recently I have adopted an activity during some vanilla days, (while his defect is of course locked in its cage), of Mistress’s Little Masturbation Helper. (I believe Christine M uses a similar acyvity). My description will be brief as it is still an evolving activity but the crux is that he helps me during a masturbation, multiple-orgasm session. I generally begin the session, to bring me my first serious shot of sexual arousal, by giving him 12 or 18 very hard dressage whip strokes while he is bent over holding his ankles. Next when I am sat up on my bed, he passes me a toy I ask for. He applies one toy to a part of my body while I apply a different toy to another part. When I have reached an orgasm, while my eyes are shut and I am recovering, he gently takes my toy from my hand. He waits silently while I recover and then I begin for my next orgasm. Eventually I have had enough orgasms for the session and, with my eyes still shut from the final orgasm, when I have recovered enough to speak, I tell him to fuck-off back to his chores. And he knows the first of those chores is to pick up all my masturbation toys and take them to the bathroom and clean them and put them away.

What a lonely and humbling and affecting task it must be for him, in his state of caged and enduring chastity, to be diligently cleaning my masturbation toys while thinking of the several massive orgasms he has just helped me enjoy, and knowing it might be months before he gets to have an erection, let alone an orgasm; and thinking that in due course he will probably be prohibited from ever having orgasms.

Eventually we found a cage that actually reduced the package in my pants, and I could wear it 24/7, and I started to get comfortable wearing it daily.

Eventually, I was less and less aroused by chastity as I got used to it being my new reality. Then I wasn’t as self conscious in public, or gatherings.

Eventually we got more serious about chastity, and I wasn’t allowed piv sex, or erections. Sex with the wife is a strap on that I wear (We had one try using the original parts in 13 months, then back to the harness) and I’m always locked for that. My wife hates cum, so I’d learned decades ago, to not need an orgasm to enjoy sex.

Kink stuff with the keyholder that I used to be allowed to experience unlocked are now always locked (unless a couple times a year when she wants to torment my parts..She is a sadist.) No more erections around either of them. This step scared the crap out of me. I’m over 50, and have been with one woman for over 30 years, and a close friend of the other for 15 or so. This is long term stuff, and I’d agreed to commit to it!

That was really tough, because I was really self conscious around other guys or friends, that I no longer had conventional sex, or was even allowed the organ to have it with. There was lots of support from my keyholder as we navigated me into becoming what she needed in a kink partner, and servant. We started with her not wanting a kink partner to be masturbating. We ended up with her loving the control of it all, and the changes in me with strict chastity and denial.

Each step is a big leap of faith, and each hurdle seems to have been managed by accepting the rules, and learning to be less crazy horny and kink minded about it all. The right cage for me. The right way to wear it. Accepting emasculation as a new normal. Learning to not feel less of a guy for not having piv sex, or boners, or getting off.

Sometimes I think I am being groomed for a locked denied and largely ignored future at some point. I think if that should come about it might be a quite a good thing long term .. as my Lady mentioned then perhaps the occasional chat about my feelings about being locked denied and ignored might be the only ‘treat’ I would get and such chats would necessarily have to be a very long time apart.

So far, my wife has been very pleased with her decision to keep me permanently locked up and denied. This morning, she said she thinks it provides us something we both need. My life hasn’t changed all that much given she hadn’t released me or allowed me an orgasm very often the past couple years. Nonetheless, the idea of permanent denial must excite me on a subconscious level. I frequently wake up in the morning extremely aroused with my swollen penis pressing hard against its cage and my scrotal ring digging painfully into the back of my testicles. I haven’t been this sore since we first began experimenting with an ill-fitting plastic device several years ago.

By keeping me permanently denied, my wife has introduced a new level of trust and intensity into our sex life. Before, I think a part of me was always straining to hold back so I wouldn’t have an accidental (and ruined) orgasm. Now that I know she WILL NOT be giving me an orgasm under any circumstances, I can relax and enjoy more completely whatever pleasure she chooses to provide me. I can struggle to ejaculate all I want, knowing she won’t let things get that far. That makes the teasing and edging that much more intense.

Recently, there have been some changes in our routine although I’m not sure they stem directly from my wife’s decision to deny me permanently. She now expects a lengthy session of foot worship before she begins her day. I can say she enjoys me licking the soles of her feet more than I do, and these sessions usually last longer than I would like. They make me feel more and more like her sex slave, which I guess I am by now. Last Sunday, she decided she wants me to kneel on the floor when I perform cunnilingus so that my tongue approaches her clitoris from below. That means she will no longer be pleasuring me while I service her.

As for missing erections (at least full erections outside a cage), I spend more time thinking about the last (and best) blow job my wife ever gave me. It occurred about a year and a half ago when she pulled out all the stops to reward me for no longer needing to ask for release whenever I rode my bicycle. That orgasm was unique in that she always took steps to ensure my other orgasms were as painful or uncomfortable as possible—to the extent I don’t really miss them. That last, fantastic blow job also represents an important milestone in my chastity training. Afterward, she was able to keep me locked up for months at a time, which ultimately led to me being permanently caged and denied. So I have bittersweet memories of that afternoon.

It now has been 268 days since my last planned orgasm, which my wife painfully administered on April 15, 2018. Since then, I have worn a chastity device continuously except for four nights in September when we took a short vacation in Las Vegas. She scarcely touched my penis during the trip, and she informed me shortly afterward of her intention to keep me permanently caged and denied. I have had two accidental orgasms since then. Both were ruined orgasms that occurred while my penis was caged. Over time, she has become adroit at teasing and keeping me on the edge, and she assures me that even ruined orgasms will soon be a thing of the past.

After several years of chastity training, being permanently denied hasn’t been that difficult. I have to admit that my wife and I have been getting along better than ever, and she has never given me more attention. It is just that I will never again be allowed to ejaculate or have my penis released from its cage. Of course, that means she is mostly limited to playing with my testicles and groin area. She has stroked the tip of my penis, which is not covered by my cage, but she says it isn’t particularly sensitive to her touch. She does not milk my prostate, so my seminal emissions are restricted to what drips out of my penis during our playtimes, and I am kept in a state of perpetual arousal.

Since September, I have had time to reflect on what factors may have contributed to her intent to keep me permanently caged and denied. She said she had made the decision shortly before we left for Las Vegas. I recall the evening we were prepared to celebrate the recent sale of our house. At the last minute, there was a minor snag in the deal. I was stressed-out, exhausted, and a bit drunk, and I voiced my frustrations a little too loudly. I am sure that was the last straw. At this point, the cause isn’t important. I am sure she wasn’t motivated by vengeance. Instead, she took steps she thought were in our best interests as a couple, and there will be no turning back.

We completed the move to our new home a few days before Christmas. Once again, we were exhausted, and my wife began focusing all her energy on unpacking and setting up the house. For about a week, she wasn’t very affectionate, and we hardly touched each other in or out of bed. When we were finally rested enough to resume sex play, it was clear she wanted to continue where we had left off. She expected a lengthy session of foot worship, so I positioned myself so I could massage her feet and legs while licking her soles. This time, however, she didn’t play with my balls. She confined herself to lightly touching and stroking the sensitive skin around my genitals. My balls weren’t touched except when she incidentally brushed her hands against them. It was excruciatingly frustrating, and I was hoping she wouldn’t make this new technique a permanent part of her repertoire.

She declined to give my balls any attention for two or three more days. When I asked her why, she said that I had been moody for several days, and she had no intention of rewarding me for my conduct. Here I thought she was the one who had been moody! But I protested only briefly. It doesn’t matter if I think I am right as long as she thinks she is right and it’s her prerogative to punish me.

When Sunday arrived, she indicated she wanted to take a “nap” with me later in the afternoon. That is the signal that she is planning on having me lick her pussy to orgasm. She usually begins those sessions by kissing me and playing with my testicles for a half hour or so until she is ready for me to go down on her. Her behavior that afternoon can only be described as sadistic. Using both hands, she continued to squeeze and pull on my balls harder than ever before. I was yelping and flopping around in a futile attempt to escape her grasp. I quickly became concerned about how swollen and painful my balls would be the next day.

For several minutes, I made no attempt to resist what she was doing to my testicles, and the torture went unabated. Eventually, however, such rough play provoked a competitive urge from within me, and my male ego began to emerge from its slumber. Although I didn’t dare lay a hand on her, I desperately wanted to put her in her place. Instinctively, I tried to climb on top of her, very much wanting to rape the hell out of her. Of course, that was a foolish notion given my penis was securely contained within its steel cage. In any case, my efforts were useless. I never got my penis within a foot of my wife’s pussy before she pulled me off her with one mighty tug on my balls. At that moment, I realized it was pointless to remain engaged in a physical test of wills with an opponent whose hands were locked tightly around my balls. Wishing to avoid further injury to my testicles and my ego, I slowly backed away from her, and she released her grip on me.

Having capitulated, it was time for me to pay homage to the goddess. I knelt between her legs and began to move my face toward her pussy, but she clamped her legs tightly together. I asked for permission to eat her out, and she responded by asking me if I thought I deserved the privilege. I said yes, and she asked why. All I could think of saying was, “Because I have submitted to you.” Her reply was full of sarcasm—“Really?” I didn’t know if she disliked my answer or was skeptical about the extent to which I had submitted to her, particularly given I had just tried to mount her. I hesitated for a moment and decided it was best to say no more.

Instead, I made another move toward her pussy. This time, she permitted me access by spreading her legs. I went to work, and I had to lick a long time before she had an orgasm. As I licked and sucked her clitoris, my nose was pressed firmly against her mons, and I could feel the tension building. I was afraid I might get smacked when she finally exploded, but I managed to stay out of the way when her convulsions began. The next day, she told me that her orgasm had been a very good one. I was happy that I had probably earned my way back into her good graces.

I’m not sure why she treated me so roughly that afternoon. She may have tortured me as part of my punishment for having been moody, and that explanation is consistent with her initial refusal to let me eat her out. On the other hand, she may have engaged in rough play because she thought it was something I would like. After several years of experimentation, she has concluded that I like it when she plays rough with me (or at least my genitals seem to respond positively to it). However, the manner in which she handled me that afternoon was unlike anything I had experienced before.

I suspect that she indulged in such rough treatment simply to prove that she could get away with it. Since last fall when she informed me that she would no longer allow me orgasms or releases, I have never seriously challenged her authority, but we experienced a temporary suspension of sexual activities because of the move. Once we resumed sex play, she may have felt a need to reassert her dominance, and the rough play that afternoon was intended to signal that we are going to proceed as before with her totally in charge. It is as if she were saying, “I am going to be very rough with you this afternoon, and there is nothing you can do about it because I am in charge and I can do whatever I want!”

We haven’t had a lot of play sessions since that Sunday afternoon because she left on a trip three days later. She did play with my testicles quite a bit the next day, and I was relieved that they weren’t swollen, painful, or overly sensitive. Thanks to my wife, I have come to learn that my balls are much tougher than I could have imagined.

The greatest change in our sex life since last fall has been that my wife now expects to have her feet worshipped almost every morning. It provides her a relaxing way to begin the day. Because of this new focus on her feet, we haven’t engaged in ass worship for quite a while, and I have found myself thinking about it this week while she has been gone. It has been lonely walking around an empty house still wearing my chastity device when my wife isn’t around. Of course, I have missed her playing with me. However, I think I miss the intimacy chastity has brought to our relationship even more, and I never feel more intimate with my wife than when I am worshipping her ass. I can’t think of a better way to welcome her home tomorrow night.

MD doesn’t like to refer to me as Her slave. i think She sees that word representing someone who has no choice but to serve, where She sees me as one who knew what i was doing when i signed the contract. She says that i must now live with the consequences of Her ownership of me. For example, MD doesn’t feel bad that i won’t ever get to have sex or even cum again. As She says, “Not my problem, you knew what the contract said when you signed it.” As Her sh, MD doesn’t feel sex or orgasms are necessary for me and feels it impacts my ability to serve Her when i do. There are plenty of other ways that MD shows Her ownership of me.

1) She recently ordered a vibrating butt plug for me that should be here later this month. Now, i realize that many people have vibrating butt plugs, we own a couple already, so what is the big deal? Well this one can be run by cell phone. Normally, the ones that are remote controlled, the person must be within a few feet of the “victim”, but not in this case. The software is loaded on both of our phones and as long as my phone is near me, then She can turn the plug on or off, increase or decrease the intensity, even from hundreds of miles away. Or in my case, at the office, outside working in the yard, driving down the road, etc. Just another way She can control me remotely.

2) MD also just gave me a new gift last week. It is a glass container that has my key to the chastity cage enclosed that She ordered from a glass smith. Now when i say enclosed, i mean totally encased and there is no way to open it except by breaking the glass. It is a nice pink shade of very fine glass and will now sit on my dresser as a visual reminder that i am permanently locked up. MD still keeps one key in Her safe in case there is an emergency or a doctor visit, but MD said that plan that my device will very rarely come off me. Having the key dangle from the glass rod it hangs from, knowing that i can never have access to it again, is amazing humbling.

3) Having to pay to play with Her body. Very rarely does MD allow me to lick or touch Her, probably twice this year is all that i can recall. But, if i want, i can ask to pay to lick Her ass or p*ssy. or suck and play with Her breasts. She seems to love making me take my allowance and pay to experience Her. This weekend She told me it would cost over half of my July monthly allowance to lick Her p*ssy and ass and play with breasts. (i paid!) There is nothing more humiliating than having to pay money to just get to play with your Wife. She believes by doing this it keeps me in my place. Other men can enjoy Her and She can enjoy them sexually. But for sissy boys, they have to pay for the right to touch Her. i don’t think MD even considers me in a sexual way any longer. She may think that i am sexy, but She has no desire to have sex with me. That is not my role. i am more like a vibrator or toy; something that can be used to make Her cum, but i have to pay for the privilege of being Her toy.

It is an amazing feeling knowing that MD owns and controls me. My focus is to serve and submit to Her desires. In the past, when we were doing Domme/sub activities, it was always with an end in mine. There was going to be a time where the scene ended. There is no “scene” any longer. There is no end in sight. The journey is now the goal.

• He offers to do things for her on a consistent basis.

• He takes care of little menial chores with enthusiasm and care, out of love for her.

• He volunteers to do the housework and to be her personal assistant.

• He listens to everything that she says and follows through.

• He says YES to her every request.

• He offers sexual pleasure and does not ask for it in return.

• He will cook dinner and clean up afterwards without asking her help.

• He discusses women’s rights and describes himself as a feminist.

• Derives great pleasure when a woman is pleased with him.

My Mistress, quite some time ago, decided that she wasn’t enjoying our PIV sex. As the head of our relationship that was her choice. I never felt less valued or appreciated. There was no less intimacy. I was not caged back then. We didn’t even know of chastity, but I was put in panties as our roles were gradually reversed. She wanted to be in charge in the bedroom.

Once we discovered chastity, now it can’t happen, and I’m very reminded of that. I know Mistress misses being able to freely play with her toys, but she does help herself to the parts available. Of course if she wants to play or allow me an infrequent squirt (her word) she simply unlocks it.

Of course it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t get what she wants and needs. I have a long and useful tongue.

My wife doesn’t get much, if any, satisfaction from my smaller than average penis. So she doesn’t miss it much when it’s locked up. She is naturally sexually dominant and a sadist, so she loves that aspect, and she very much enjoys my submission and servitude and total compliance. And it infuriates her at times just how much I masturbate (hint: A LOT) when I’m left to my own devices, so she insists that I am always locked. She has forbidden any more masturbation in our marriage.

So the devious reasons for keeping me locked up?
1. It’s not needed, or the preferred way of pleasing her. Since she started to actually believe in and actively live as her role, she no longer felt obligated to include me in her pleasure. I’m quite small, and she enjoys something bigger. We have toys and a powerful wand, and my penis doesn’t need to be unlocked for either. So her pleasure is the focus, and mine is a reward, since my pleasure has little to nothing to do with hers.

2. She has threatened about extended lock ups as a punishment, caught jerking would be a year etc, but for the most part, locked is just a means to an end. A tool to keep me submissive and keep me or anyone else away from her stuff.

Mistress Tina prefers my attitue much better when I am locked. I am very seldom every unlocked. She prefers that I orally worship her ass and pussy before she masturbates to orgasm in front of me. Often times she just tells me to sit across the bedroom and watch. When we do have sex she prefers that I wear a thick strap on over my cage.

On very special occasion when she allows PIV sex I am required to apply a generous amount of numbing cream followed by two condoms so I have no feeling and do not get to have an orgasm.

Since she locked me over 3 years ago are closer and more intimate then we were the previous 22 years were married. Mistress Tina says that having me locked is very romantic and is the best thing she has ever done for us.

I’ve read a lot of Dommes who practice chastity and not very many of them seem to like sex, especially PIV, with their submissive. This seems very typical for D/slave relationships.

Let me describe our typical sexual encounter… I lay down on the bed, and she positions herself above me in a 69 position — although her face above my meager penis is at most for teasing with a strand of her hair or her hot breath, never any measurable sexual gratification for me. She is naked and I’m usually wearing panties to catch my (pre-)cum, and I think maybe because she doesn’t want to look at my tiny penis while she’s ‘having sex.’ We start with me licking her to at least one orgasm. As she writhes on my face and shudders and moans into her orgasm my little penis hardens in its cage and/or panties. I don’t have control over my ejaculations, and I’ve been known to cum at this early stage…

When she is ready she says “I need a cock in me NOW!” Sometimes I’ll ask if she wants mine, and she will ignore the question, or laugh, or say “Don’t be stupid. I need a real cock!” With her still on top of me I reach into the night stand and find her favorite dildo, take it out of its bag, and then I suck and lick it for a bit to get it wet. As I slide it into her I lick her clit and work my tongue alongside the shaft. She mashes down onto my face, and I work the dildo in and out of her while frantically trying to work my tongue as much as I can. She will scold me if my tongue isn’t pleasing her enough or if the dildo isn’t in the right place with the right motion. This continues until she is satisfied — usually by another spectacular orgasm, sometimes by more smaller orgasms. And then she gets up, puts on her clothes, and orders me to clean up.

Occasionally, if I’m not locked up and if I haven’t already cum in my panties she lets me masturbate in her presence or even very rarely onto her backside. If she is so inclined she just lays there bored and uninvolved. But most of the time she leaves me with no sexual satisfaction.

I was talking to her recently about her decision to stop allowing PIV sex. I thought it was mainly because of my small, inadequate penis. But when the topic turned to my lack of orgasm control, she indicated that was a big factor too. She definitely considers me a premature ejaculator.

I think she likes chastity mostly because of the control over me and the resulting submission and servitude. And I think she is somewhat sadistic and loves denying me the masturbation I so very much love and desire. She couldn’t possibly use it to help me store a big load for her, as you said, because if I’ve been locked a while I will most certainly cum within seconds, or even before I’m inside her.

– didn’t complain when i do chores wrong
– comfortable with chastity but doesnt like the cage
– doesn’t care if im locked for 3-4 days
– says no if she really feels strongly
– says “you could do this chore differently”
– happier with my housework
– no longer worried about *her* penis
– keeps me locked until she has a use for her penis
– tells me no easily
– tells me what to do and how to do it
– limits the focus to just her sexual pleasure

I was very lucky to get a very good key holder,and she not only stopped me from jerking off, she was able to train me not to have erections and/or cums. Now, I’ve managed to be pussy-free for about 22 1/2 months.

However, when you agree to be kept by your Key Holder, her wishes for your fate override your fantasies of chastity. Mine wanted me to be erection-free, cum-free, and pussy-free, for life. I agreed with her, and it’s been one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.

I have only been allowed PIV sex once in the last couple years, on our anniversary, which was over 5 months ago. I was not allowed to be inside my wife for quite some time before that, as I had pledged to her and to more than one online mistress that I would no longer look at, touch, or be inside a women’s vagina again, except as allowed by my wife, for instance, to lick her to orgasm. But I think my wife wanted to do it just to remind me what I can never have again and make me long for it more… which absolutely worked. Or maybe she needed to confirm that she wasn’t missing out on anything… I remember that event like it was just moments ago. She told me to put on one of my small condoms and then climbed on top of me. She couldn’t move much at all because I would fall out, but I thrust my hips the tiny amount I could. She told me she couldn’t feel a thing and wasn’t even sure it was in. I had to assure her it was, as the feeling was quite intense for me. She laughed and said she hoped I enjoyed it because it would be the last time she ever wasted her time with my inferior penis. And then I came. And that 20-30 seconds will stay engraved in my mind for possibly the rest of my life.

So one day about two years ago I sat him down and told him that we were finished and I wasn’t happy. As I expected he cried like a girl and begged me, and said he needed me and would do anything to stay together. And I do enjoy his companionship, so I told him we could stay together but that he needed to make my life easier and take on a whole different role in our relationship. The truth is that with him not working and not being a strong decision maker my old bossy instincts had been coming out more and more, so it was just a matter of formalizing things into a full FLR. He fell into his new role pretty easily although some things were hard, such as having to ask me permission for everything and having no money of his own. But the first few months worked well for both of us.

But gradually he started slacking off, he would still badger me for sex sometimes even though I had made it clear that it was not going to happen, and to make things worse I realized that he was spending most of the day at home masturbating, which explained a lot. So having read extensively about successful FLRs I laid down the law again and he had to very reluctantly accept being locked in a small chastity cage.

The first chastity that I introduced to our relationship was a simple cage, and he adapted pretty well to it. He wasn’t enthusiastic but he was somewhat curious. It was frustrating for him but he seemed to like playing with the cage. Unfortunately it did not provide the level of security or control that I required, which resulted in an upgrade to a full belt.

When I unpacked the belt he actually gasped, it is an intimidating device. The penis goes down a tube so that he can’t touch it, and is pulled back so that he has to sit to pee. The belt also produces a completely flat front so that there is no bulge whatsoever. The belt has a strong psychological effect, because the man is effectively neutered and his manhood made invisible and untouchable. The move from cage to belt was a major change and for several months he did cry silent tears of frustration and anger. The belt is tight and unforgiving, it’s impossible for a man to forget that he is locked and under his wife’s control.

After his releases it is unpleasant for him to be locked up again. I don’t tolerate any whining or begging from him but of course I can tell from his body language and facial expression that he is sad at being belted again, which is understandable.

For the first few days I had him wear the belt for a few hours at a time to break it in, but shortly thereafter I just kept it locked on for days at a time so that he would adjust to it. He learned to endure it. I chose the Arch because it seemed the most practical but I have recently upgraded to a different Neosteel model which provides more control and allows for an anal dildo attachment.

Every relationship is different, but in our FLR the incentive of regular release works perfectly in terms of keeping him in line and motivated, he has developed into the ideal husband for me.

If my husband “grabbed” my ass or boobs he would regret it, since he would be punished in addition to not being released from his belt for a long time.

I do love my husband and enjoy cuddling and kissing. But in our relationship I call the shots. So we are intimate but he knows better than to initiate, and certainly knows never to disrespectfully grab my body or touch me.

My husband does not enjoy being pegged but he has gotten used to it. He does not orgasm from being pegged but he does get hard.

I do not orgasm directly from pegging but it serves as very effective foreplay. It is a great power trip for me. It is amazing to snap on my phallus and look down at my belted husband on his knees with his head bobbing up and down as he lubricates it before I turn him around and thrust hard in his ass. It’s a fantastic experience and the ultimate power trip in some ways, I highly recommend it.

He is not going to ever penetrate me or any other woman but the idea is that he pleasure himself and obtain some release when I allow it, and to look forward to that stimulation while he is locked up and well behaved. However I have not interest in watching him, frankly it disgusts me.

My husband has learned not to make requests, sexual or otherwise. One key to a successful FLR is for the woman to always be in absolute control, once the subordinate begins making requests it´s a slippery slope to a “topping from the bottom scenario”. My husband has been trained to follow my lead, period.

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