We walked into the bedroom of the suite and her husband was tied up in a standing position against the dresser, facing the bed. He was totally naked, except for the wrist and ankle cuffs, the collar around his neck and the metal device attached to his penis. I didn’t notice it at first but I soon realized that his penis was pierced and there was some sort of a metal chastity device around his penis. He was a handsome man who was probably around 45 to 50 years old. His wife was probably 40 to 45.
The husband was trying to hump the air, his penis was purple from the constriction of the metal chastity device and he was making some loud groans of excitement and frustration. He then began to beg his wife for an orgasm.
As if she were waiting for this moment, his wife sprung up and went to him, twisted his nipples and began to verbally humiliate him. She told him to look at my beautiful body and she asked him if he wished he could have sex me. I was getting concerned because I was told no physical contact would occur but I soon realized what was going on. She was teasing him and humiliating him in front of me.
The husband said repeatedly that he wanted to have sex but the wife kept telling him that he would never have sex with another woman for the rest of his life. She then made him tell me how long it had been since he had intercourse with her. He embarrassingly confessed that he had not had sex with his wife for over three years. I could not believe what I was witnessing.
If the husband confessed to being denied intercourse with his wife for three years, chances are rather good that was indeed the truth. She wanted Olivia to hear that confession, as that was her way of showing off to another woman the kind of control she wielded over her husband.
Consequently, I persuaded him that his orgasms must be limited to just one per month by the date of the wedding. Cutting down from one per week to one per month proved much harder than either of us expected. Getting him sufficiently flaccid to fit his CB-2000 each morning could involve genital ice packs, cold water showers, or both. On returning home from the office in the evening, after I had unlocked and removed the device, he would often be rock hard and desperate to climax. Because Edward felt unable to shower safely in such an aroused state I had two sturdy metal rings fixed to the shower walls above head height to which I can tie his wrists before I remove the CB-2000 and then wash him down personally, again using warm or cold water depending on his erectile state.
I recognized that I enjoy depriving Edward of sex and punishing him for accidents as much or even more than he enjoys submitting himself to orgasm denial and being disciplined for unauthorized lapses.
From there it was not a great leap to agree that ours would be a marriage never to be consummated in the usual way. Edward wanted to surrender his sexuality to me permanently, and I was keen to enslave and feminize him completely. So we set about drawing up our personal prenuptial contract of lifelong fidelity, domination and submission, and involving perpetual sexual abstinence and a very strict permanent ban on touching ourselves or any form of self-gratification. The important exceptions are that Edward agrees to serve me with his tongue whenever I so desire, so that I can still enjoy sex on my terms without being troubled by any impulse to masturbate. In exchange I offer him infrequent orgasmic release by hand, but only as and when I might feel in the right mood.
There is something about a woman demanding a man remain chaste and forbidding sex during the courtship that places the man in the submissive role. His urges are to have sex but the woman gains the dominant position when she demands that they wait until marriage.
One day, as I was in the basement, the idea came to me that we could convert the coal room off the basement into a deprivation chamber. I became excited and I gave Jack his orders to build his little prison cell.
The chamber ignited our sex lives. When he finished the room, I found it to be erotic as hell. I found myself constantly thinking of new ways to dominate Jack. I would be at work and my mind would think of new things to try. My sex fantasies also began to change. I kept thinking about Denise and Gary’s story in Elise’s book. Her going out on a date on New Year’s Eve with a younger man while her husband was locked at home in a cage, her calling him on the cell phone, telling him how her date was touching her body on the dance floor. Then her bringing her date home, telling her husband there had been a change of plans and how she was taking her young date to bed but Gary had to stay in the cage.