I began to extend his time in the device, going from one week to two weeks between his scheduled release. He had his struggles and he complained but I didn’t give in, and that is important. I kept the key and I did not allow him to manipulate me. I set a fair schedule and I stuck to that schedule.
Over time, his mind reprogrammed his body. The device trained him and his sex drive came under my control. We did this for over a year, closer to 18 months. Now I don’t have to place him in the device as often as before. I now use the device to reinforce his previous training, but now when he is out of the device he does not become erect as readily as before. It takes him time, and only when I stimulate him in a certain manner. That was another key. When I had him wearing the device for two weeks at a time, when I let him out, I stayed to a certain regiment to allow him to orgasm. I stroke his erection with my hand while verbally reinforcing to him that his role in our marriage is to obey me. Eventually his mind was trained to only orgasm that way and only when I gave him the verbal command to climax.
Like I said, this entire process took over a year but I like where we are at. He does most the housework, I control the finances, and my husband’s orgasms are under my supervision. The biggest drawback, not for me but some wives might find it to be a drawback, is that he is of little use when it comes to intercourse. He is fabulous when it comes to performing oral sex on me because I keep him denied long enough to unsure that he is full of passion. If you want to really experience passion, keep a man locked up in a chastity device for two weeks, then let him out and have him orally worship your body. But the drawback is that he is no good for intercourse because he will not be able to hold back his orgasm long enough to do you any good.
In closing, I want to reiterate that a chastity device is a wonderful training device. The denied husband is more eager to do chores and he is more obedient. But you must allow him frequent release, both from the device and from his denied status.
I restrained James on my bed using nylon ropes. I proceeded to administer 10 strikes each with 6 different Delrin canes. James’ bottom was a little tender from only getting spankings with my hands or my hairbrush over the past month. It has been a while since he had endured these dreaded canes. He was excited at first but before long I had him flinching, whining and begging. I administered a total of 60 as I lectured him on how his submission had been less than stellar lately and I reminded him that just because I have taken a break from dating, I was still a liberated woman who was free to have an active love life outside our marriage if and when I meet the right man. When I was done with his caning he had some nasty looking welts and stripes across his ass.
I untied him, turned him over and took the short cane and I cupped his balls in my hand and I gave them 5 moderate smacks, hard enough to cause a bruise across his right testicle. James let out a loud scream. I didn’t mean to hit his balls that hard, but oh well, it happens.
I then removed my panties and sat on his face and had him give me a rim job to my ass for a few minutes before I slid my pussy over his mouth and had him tongue me to orgasm. It was the best session we’ve had this autumn. The next day, James bought me flowers and promised to improve in his servitude. He needed an attitude adjustment and I was more than happy to give him one.
James next chose the wooden cane. He dreads the cane, be it wooden or Delrin. I tormented him by taking the cane and swishing it through the air, letting him anticipate what was about to happen. I slowly drew back my hand and brought the cane across his ass. James winced and stiffened his body. He endured 10 of these, although they were moderate. I was waiting for the last implement to go hard. Still, he had a few welts from the wooden cane. I gave him a breather, allowing him about 5 minutes to recover. I took the soft glove and soothed his bottom some more.
Now would come the hard part. Five final blows with the Delrin cane. I reminded hubby that he could stop the game but the cost would be no orgasm. He had come this far so I knew he would endure the final 5. I tapped the cane on his buttocks, drew it back and let it fly. James gave out a yell before he composed himself enough to count out “One!”
I teased him, “Four more if you want that precious orgasm!”
I drew the cane back and went hard again. “Two”, he screamed. I repeated this three more times and hubby endured them all. His ass was all marked up with red marks, bruises and some nasty welts. That fine line between domination and abuse was a little blurred if you saw his ass. But hey, it was only a game.
Hubby had earned his orgasm but I was probably more aroused than he was. His cock had gone completely limp whereas my pussy was very wet. Therefore, after I untied him from the bed, I had James go down on me before he would be permitted his orgasm. Licking my pussy brought James’s passion back to life in a hurry. I made him stay there until he gave me multiple orgasms. James was twisting again, only this time not from being whipped but he was trying to hold back his own orgasm as his cock was rubbing against the mattress. I noticed this so I decided that is how I should end his denial.
“Go ahead, James, you have my permission. Climax while you’re eating my pussy.”
I gave him assistance by barking out the command, “DO IT!” My words were all it took. James came all over the edge of the mattress. But he continued to lick me until I had one final orgasm.
I ordered him to shower, reinstall the chastity device and to come back and strip the bed and wash the sheets. It will be another two months before hubby is allowed another orgasm.