I have continued to practice chastity with my husband. He remains locked in a male chastity device that encases his penis and cannot be removed without me unlocking it with the key I keep.

There are so many benefits in the past couple of years since my husband came to me with this request. He is no longer allowed to masturbate. He used to do that a lot, mostly to internet porn, Victoria’s Secret catalogs and various swimsuit catalogs. It always seemed odd to me that I receive all these Victoria’s Secret catalogs and Venus Swimsuit catalogs and I’ve never ordered anything from them or requested their catalogs. Hmmmmm, I wonder how that happens, lol.Things I’ve read on other chastity sites recommend that a wife can use chastity training to restrict a husband’s fantasizing to her and her alone. This intensifies his attraction to her and prevents him from creating arousal fixations on other women.

It makes sense, that if your husband is constantly masturbating to photos of 25 year old skinny little size 0/2 models, that it will make him more fixated on girls who look like that. Eventually he may lose the ability to be turned on by his 45 year old wife who has gained a little weight over the years and wears a size 16 (ok, I’m really a 26). That’s how men end up running off to have an affair with some waitress from the diner.

In chastity, William is only allowed to have orgasms in my presence and while fantasizing about me, the woman he’s married to. The women in those catalogs are so much younger than William that it is almost like kiddie porn for a man his age. After nearly two years, William says that he is more focused on my body and how it looks. His focus on me during our teasing and love making sessions is now at a level that seems almost like worship. I love that!

And his obsequious demeanor grows stronger every day. So one day, I told him to dig all of the Victoria’s Secret, Venus and swimsuit and lingerie catalogs out from underneath the bed. I had him pull the order envelopes out of each one and tear the address label off of each kind. I had him tape each label to a piece of paper and write, “Please remove this address from your mailing list.” I had him put them in the envelopes, seal them and put stamps on each one and I put them in my purse to mail. Then I had him put all of the catalogs in with the garbage. I did this on trash day and then had him take them to meet the garbage truck and see that they all got tossed in the trash. The poor thing, he pouted like a little boy to have to say good bye to all of his young girls. As a reward, I allowed him a session of worshiping my butt and feet and told him that I was the only lingerie model he was going to fantasize to from now on. Oddly, he seemed blissfully happy for me to take ownership of his sexual fantasy life in this way. For some time, it has seemed like he tells me more often how beautiful and sexy I am. I hope to keep that devotion growing and growing.