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"MMFF.. mmm!! You moaned as your face was buried in your wife's pussy. Your tongue was busy painting a masterpiece and you could hear her moan like crazy.
You two were holding hands when she close and you felt her grip tighten when she came again. It was her third orgasm in a short time and she finally collapsed forwards atop of you her face ending up close to you painfully trapped erection.
You didn’t realize I was standing behind you as you scrolled through pornographic images on your tumblr blog instead of doing the work you were supposed to be doing. I had been put in charge of the office by my dad who was the area manager and it was clear that you didn’t like a younger woman having authority over you in the workplace. This was my chance to put you in your place. I pulled out my phone and took a pic over your shoulder of you and what you were looking at, which is when you noticed me and jumped in shock. I told you to follow me into an empty meeting room. You tried to make excuses for your actions but as soon as I said I would show the pic on my phone to my dad and maybe even your wife your attitude quickly changed. You begged me to keep it to myself as you needed this job and you knew your wife would kill you if she found out just what you were doing that got you fired. That’s when I decided to show you who was the boss around here. I told you to get down on your knees and to kiss my shoes.
You stared at me in disbelief but I stood firm and pointed down to my shoe. You knew you had little choice so you dropped to your knees and kissed the tip of my black heel.
I walked around you and then lifted your chin so you were looking at me, telling you that from now on you would obey every single word I said to you. Then I pointed down at my other shoe and you obediently kissed the tip of my other high heel.
I stood over you as you looked up at me. You saw me pull my arm back then I slapped you hard across your face. Not once, not twice, but again and again. Telling you that you were now my office bitch and if you wanted to keep your job and your wife that you would do exactly as I said. Slapping your face again and again.
As I stood over you exerting my dominance I was becoming seriously horny. I was enjoying this dynamic more than I had ever dreamt I would and I suddenly had a very naughty idea. I walked over to a chair and sat down spreading my legs. I beckoned you over to me with my finger, smiling as I watch you crawl across the floor to me. Grabbing your tie I pulled your head between my legs and pushed your face against my wet panties. I could feel you licking at the wet fabric and I could hear you inhaling my scent.
I pulled my panties aside revealing my wet slit and I ordered you to service me with your mouth. Mmmmm I moaned as you licked me, sliding my hands all over your head. Telling you that you were now my pussy licking bitch and that at any time of my asking you would lick me until I was fully satisfied. You now belonged to me 💋
As she cuddled up against him, still glowing and panting in the aftermath, she allowed her warm, silky thigh to rub softly back and forth against his aching, yet to be relieved erection.
"I know you didn't get to cum this morning honey," she purred. "But my god, the way your cock still feels so hot, so hard, trapped beneath me is sooo sexy. I can still feel it throbbing, and I think I can feel it leaking? Is it baby? Is it still leaking?"
"Yesss," he groaned softly in response.
"Oh sweetheart," she cooed. "You're frustrated, aren't you? Are you? Are you frustrated baby?"
"Yesss...," he confessed.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry," she purred. "But baby, my god I can tell that you need it so bad and I absolutely love that. That is sooo hot. Did I really get you that worked up? Do you really want me that bad?"
"Yessss...," he whispered.
"Mmm, I love that. And I have to confess, the thought of leaving you like this, wanting me so bad... still hard, needy, wanting to cum so bad... it turns me on so much."
crafting your husband into the perfect chastity husband is the ultimate goal.
doing so in a way that provides him with constant 100% reinforcement of your control over him is the way to do it. sounds like a hard job that takes a lot of time and effort does it? sounds like you have to be a sex crazed lunatic doesn't it? it's really not that at all! the great news is that as the keyholder you have the ability to put your husband's tease and denial on autopilot. great for days and weeks when you actually aren't in the mood for anything!
step one is to create a list of rules and expectations for your husband that he completes and maintains all by himself without ANY input from you! it will take some up front work to reinforce and ensure he is following these rules but once you get him on track, he will essentially tease and deny himself with or without you!
some examples of what i use:
1, he isn't allowed into bed until you get into bed.
2, he has to keep him entire body shaved (except things that are visible on a regular basis. like arms don't need to be shaved and legs don't need to be shaved in the summer time but as soon as shorts season is over the legs much be shaved too!
3, tell him to buy a stock of semi-permanent tattoos of embarrassing things and make him keep them refreshed on his ass cheeks or just above his cock cage (link).
once again, this is his task not yours. just tell him he needs to find a semi permanent tattoo that says something like bitch, sissy, or caged. or have it be a picture of something embarrassing like a cock cage, or a queen of spades, a key, or even a full on tramp stamp. it will be his job to find and buy them and keep them on based on your instructions.
4, Every Friday is cleaning day for him and shopping / girl day for me! he stays home to properly clean the house. this is happens every week and he knows he is expected to be dressed as a slutty maid prior to me leaving and to remain in costume until i get home. to reduce my mental load about this day i make him by his own uniform.
this is an especially fun day that i get to look forward to every week! i get to go out and have fun and come back to a spotless house! to keep it fun for him, I'll randomly demand he send me a picture of himself to ensure he is compliant with his dress code and he has to send me pictures of his work as he completes it so i get regular updates about his work.
he has to stay in costume and cleaning until i get home and i never tell him when that will be and he knows better then to ask. this adds some fun too because sometimes i get home early and sometimes i get home late. he doesn't know until the key is in the door. if he is napping or out of costume then there are serious consequences.
sometimes my friends are even with me when i get back home and it's hilarious because he never knows when this will happen and so he has to run and hide. one time he hid in the closet for an hour while my friend came over to see new clothes i had bought. i'm sure he was mortified and terrified she might open the closet door. another time he had to run and hide in the garage. he had no way of knowing when my friend left so after she left i locked the door to the house and opened the garage with the remote. he had to hide behind the car and i text him that the front door was open and that is the only way he is getting back inside. he waited until it was dark to run around to the front door and come back in. he's lucky i remembered to actually unlock it. i could have left it locked and then text him oops i meant back door to make him run all the way around back but i wasn't that mean that day.
i actually have a lot of stories about this that maybe i'll make a separate post about.
5, he is required to buy and maintain his own garter belt and stocking collection that he is required to wear under his clothes for work or when he is going out for whatever reason. i usually don't even check to make sure he is compliant with this but ever now and then i will text him and require photo evidence of his compliance.
i actually forgot about this rule one time for over a month and i though i'd catch him when i finally remembered and demanded a picture from while he was out golfing but to my delighted surprise he was able to produce a picture of his cute little pink cage perfectly silhouetted by a matching pink and sparkly garter belt right from the course!
6, he is required to keep my gas tank full and my car clean.
7, he must keep his toe nails painted. if we're going to the pool he can remove it but it has to go right back on that day.
8, he cannot refer to his penis as "his penis" anymore and must call it "your penis"; "his penis" actually refers to the strap-on dildo he gets to wear when he's been good.
9, if we're alone he must refer to me as master.
10, every morning he must bring me coffee in bed while wearing nothing but his cage.
11, he has to wear a butt plug and practice deep throating a dildo in the shower every night to make sure he is always ready for my strapon. if he is skipping out on this practice, i'll be able to tell!
11 things that require little to no effort from me but result in constant effort from him. once you set the rules and enforce them strictly he'll maintain all of this on his own. then when i am in the mood to harass him sexually then it's in addition to all these things he is already doing.
if done correctly, you can essentially place his chastity on auto pilot and just enjoy the benefits.
** what do i do with all of those pictures? i make a secret photo album and make sure blackmail him with them. i also make a shared album between our phones and use that shared album to generate his inside screen saver to shuffle through my favorite most humiliating photos of him. these makes sure every time he opens his phone he is greeted by a new and exciting list of humiliating photos that only he can see. it also has the added benefit of keeping him off his phone when we're in public lol
ACCIDENTALLY ENGAGED — EPISODE 1
ONE SMALL LIE
ANAYA
There were exactly three reasons I hated engagement parties.
One— people suddenly believed they were qualified to discuss your future.
Two— someone always asked when you were next.
And three—
men became strangely confident around champagne.
I adjusted the clasp of my bracelet while looking at my reflection through the elevator mirror.
Black dress. Clean silhouette. Gold jewellery. Hair down.
Controlled.
That was important.
The hotel lobby was already glowing when I stepped out.
Warm lighting. Polished marble. People dressed like networking was a personality trait.
The engagement had started an hour ago.
Good.
Being fashionably late only works when you look intentional.
I walked past the reception area slowly, heels sharp against the floor.
Some people looked up. Most didn’t.
Perfect.
The ballroom doors were open when I reached them.
Music low. Conversations layered. Glasses catching light from crystal chandeliers designed to make everyone feel more attractive than they actually were.
Delhi loved pretending elegance came naturally.
It didn’t.
Most people rehearsed it.
I spotted Rhea almost immediately near the centre of the room.
Champagne coloured lehenga. Diamond earrings. Overwhelmingly engaged.
She noticed me and narrowed her eyes instantly.
“You’re late.”
“I’m selective with my entrances.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m memorable. Different thing.”
She hugged me anyway.
“You look expensive,” she said while pulling back.
“That’s because I can’t afford therapy.”
Rhea laughed once.
Too loudly.
Nearby people turned briefly.
Tragic.
“You need a drink,” she decided.
“I need better relatives.”
“That too.”
I took the champagne glass from the waiter passing beside us.
Cold. Sharp. Necessary.
Around us, conversations blurred into the same predictable topics.
Weddings. Business. Travel. Relationships people were pretending to enjoy.
I smiled at the right moments. Nodded when required. Survived.
Until—
“Anaya beta.”
There it was.
The beginning of the end.
I turned slowly.
My mother approached with two aunties beside her.
Dangerous formation.
“You finally arrived,” she said.
“I like giving people time to miss me.”
“You think very highly of yourself.”
“Someone should.”
One of the aunties laughed.
Mistake.
Encouragement only made me worse.
My mother adjusted the sleeve of my dress slightly.
“You could’ve worn colour.”
“I am wearing colour.”
“Black doesn’t count.”
“Emotionally it does.”
She ignored that.
Naturally.
“How’s work?” one aunty asked.
“Alive.”
“That busy?”
“That avoidant.”
My mother gave me a look immediately.
Interesting.
Sharp.
There had been too many conversations lately. About marriage. About settling down. About how every successful woman apparently became a social emergency after twenty-seven.
Annoying.
Mostly because everyone acted like concern and pressure were the same thing.
They weren’t.
“Still no one serious?” the second aunty asked casually.
Straight to terrorism.
I took a slow sip of champagne.
“Depends what your definition of serious is.”
“Anaya.”
“What? It’s a valid question.”
“You joke too much.”
No. I deflect too much.
Different thing.
I glanced around the ballroom briefly.
Too many people. Too much expectation.
Rhea disappeared somewhere behind me.
Coward.
“Your mother worries,” the aunty continued.
“She enjoys worrying.”
“I’m standing here,” my mother said flatly.
“Yes. Emotionally and physically.”
That earned me another look.
Less patient this time.
“You can’t avoid this forever,” she said quietly.
There it was again.
Marriage.
Always dressed as conversation. Never actually optional.
I looked away briefly toward the bar area.
And that was when I saw him.
Veer Malhotra.
White shirt. Black suit. No tie.
One hand in his pocket while listening to someone talk with the kind of expression people wore before politely leaving conversations.
Calm. Controlled. Annoyingly composed.
We had met before.
Unfortunately.
Not enough to matter.
Just enough to remember.
He looked up once.
Our eyes met briefly.
Recognition.
Immediate. Measured.
Then—
he looked away first.
Rude.
“Anaya.”
My mother’s voice pulled me back.
“What?”
“You’re not even listening.”
I smiled lightly.
Professional liar smile.
“Of course I am.”
“Then answer properly.”
“To what?”
“Is there someone?”
The question landed cleaner this time.
No crowd. No drama.
Just expectation.
I should’ve said no.
Simple. Easy. Responsible.
Instead—
I looked back toward Veer again.
Still near the bar. Still calm. Still existing with unnecessary confidence.
And for reasons that made absolutely no sense—
I said:
“Yes.”
Silence.
My mother blinked once.
“What?”
“There’s someone.”
That should’ve been enough.
It wasn’t.
“Who?”
I could still fix it.
Still laugh. Still walk away.
But then one of the aunties smiled too quickly.
Interested.
Victorious.
Like my personal life had finally become entertaining enough.
And suddenly—
I got irritated.
Truly irritated.
So instead of ending the conversation—
I ruined my own life.
“We’re engaged.”
Silence.
Actual silence this time.
Even the music suddenly felt further away.
My mother stared at me.
“What did you just say?”
Too late now.
I took another sip of champagne.
Cool. Controlled.
Psychotic.
“We’re engaged.”
Across the ballroom—
Veer laughed at something someone said.
Completely unaware that his evening had just become my problem.
Source: ACCIDENTALLY ENGAGED — EPISODE 1
In the beginning she would try to assure me that my chastity was only ever meant to be a temporary thing. It had begun based on a recommendation from her sister after she learned about my 'performance issues' to help train me to focus on something other than my own selfish pleasure; any time I failed to fully satisfy her in bed my cock would find itself locked up for an increasingly long and frustrating sentence.
Just a few days at first, but quickly that became a week, then two weeks, three weeks, then a whole month, with minor reductions available for each hour I agreed to be tied down and edged or for every dozen orgasms I licked her to. By the end of that first year I was spending more time in chastity than out, having what I could only assume was the intended effect as my body began to crave her orgasms as it trembled with pent up lust, and my brain learned that it was so much happier when I didn't cum.
Meanwhile for her part she'd underestimated the intoxicating feeling keeping me denied for endless weeks and months, and found more and more that she dreaded those brief times I would be free of my cage. Her sister has earned this might happen and just encouraged her to embrace life as a goddess; I seemed perfectly content in my new place as her slave after all so where was the harm?
If I could've thought straight maybe I would have begged her not to when she announced her decision to make my denial permanent, but as sexually broken for her as I'd become I instead smiled, thanked her and asked to worship her pussy instead.
Sounds like a nice progression for the couple.
Holding the Key Is the Easy Part: A Keyholder’s Practical Guide to Chastity
If your husband asked you to lock him, and asked you to keep control of the key, then congratulations.
You are a keyholder.
That is the whole definition. A keyholder holds the key. There is nothing deeper hiding in the word.
But here is what nobody tells you on day one.
Holding the key is the easy part.
Holding the authority behind it is the actual job.
This guide is about that job.
What a Keyholder Actually Signs Up For
The lock is simple. You can buy it online and have it on him by the weekend.
What changes is everything around the lock.
A caged man behaves differently. He thinks differently. He looks at you differently. And most women are handed the key with zero instructions on what to do with the man attached to it.
That is not your failure. Nobody taught you.
So let us fix that.
Anyone can hold the key. The real job is everything under the surface.
Before You Take the Key
Here is the first hard truth, and it is the one that saves the most relationships.
A cage does not create submission. It magnifies what is already there.
If he already wants to submit to you, the cage deepens it. If he does not, no amount of plastic will manufacture it out of thin air. (Read – Thinking a Chastity Cage Will Fix Your Relationship?)
So before the lock clicks shut, talk.
Agree on what being locked actually means in your home. Agree on how he signals you the moment something feels physically wrong. (Read – The Importance of Consent in a Female Led Relationship)
And one piece of plain safety, because this is a practical guide and not a fantasy.
A cage should never cause pain, numbness, cuts, or swelling. If it does, it comes off immediately, no discussion. A cage that hurts is the wrong size, not a sign of his devotion. Pain was never the point.
You Do Not Need to Become Someone Else
Forget the costume. The real keyholder just leads as herself.
Before we go any further, let me name the thing you are probably feeling and have not said out loud.
Reblog if you want your dick to be locked by me 🔐
"Cockwarming"
What does "Cockwarming" mean? I will explain the purity of Cockwarming as well as how to do it in different ways. So, let’s get balls deep into Cockwarming!
The fully erect, desperate male Cock is gently and carefully eased inside of a warm orifice and then "KEPT" there for an extended period of time - for it to warm - or keep warm, Fully Erect and Oh So Perfectly Edged... OR The act of gracefully easing the (hyper-aroused) Fully erect penis inside of a mouth or vagina, without any intention of thrusting, stimulation or movement. Thus "Keeping it Warm" - Hence the term Cockwarming! Notice it's not called peniswarming But Cockwarming! The Pulsing Mighty Joystick must be "KEPT" Rock Solid - As close to Climax as possible... But Never Allowed To Erupt! Also known in certain feminist FLR circles as "Karezza". Again, it's essentially spooning taken to the Next Level.
Now, Because it's so extremely important for my devotional doting man and I to be as physically close as we are emotionally close, several months ago I trained my lover to slowly ease his desperately "edged" cock (deep) inside of me - during our long extended spooning (cuddle) sessions... As He's Always Helplessly Rock Hard Around me... We'd cuddle up on the couch or in bed, with a movie streaming, and I'd gently slip and incarcerate his superb vein filled, pulsing, rock hard, "Healthy" 8 inch joystick - Balls Deep - Up inside of my ravenous delighted femininity - just to have him stay there (warm) "edged" - sometimes for the entire length of the film. He now knows and understands He Must Not Cum, AS he wants to be as close to me as he possibly can, As Long As He Can - So wonderfully Intimate... Over the past few months my Doting Virile Man has found "Comfort" in the very depths of my heavenly vagina - being his sort of "safe haven" as he spoons me tenderly, adoringly from behind... I of course, am all "UP" for his desperate cock of utter perfection being "Captive" (throbbing incessantly) Deep inside me... so if he wants to binge watch "The Office" for the 100th time while his Mighty "Edged" 8" Powerful Erection camps out - balls deep - within my elated quivering covetous vagina, I'm totally game...
While this maybe sounds as vanilla as a kink as you could get, you’d be surprised how intense it can be (especially for the mastered male). Intermittently (I may add) I frequently find myself helplessly cumming / climaxing all over his throbbing, subjugated cock in slow motion orgasmic bliss - due to the persistent "pulsing passion" Imprisoned deep within my hyper sensitive Loins... But with Proper Covetous Femdom "Cockwarming" Training , He learning he must remain calm, subordinate and still - and NOT ejaculate!
Cockwarming may be simple, but there is such a beauty in its intense and glorious simplicity.
Traditional cockwarming: Slipping a Healthy "Edged" Virile Cock deep into a warm, wet, aroused vagina and everyone remaining still. Oral cockwarming: Holding an erection in a mouth with no sucking, nursing or motion... Usually or habitually done at night (for the entire night as I lay on top of him)... Sometimes, He's A sort of yummy pacifier or My ALL night sucker...
You have so many options as to where you can "WARM" a Cock UP. Or "KEEP It" Warmed UP (Big Grin). In a cool or cold pool or a warm jacuzzi, you can enjoy and perfect the leisurely ART of Cockwarming. At the movie theater, on a bus or train, in an airplane, on the beach, on the couch or rocking chair while watching TV, or if your partner with a persistent raging erection (that you helped to create) is driving — these are all great places to Cockwarm your devotional, venerating (Doting) "BoyToy" with your heavenly mouth...
There's no set time limit or minimum for Cockwarming, It can be practiced anywhere from a few minutes to the entire length of a movie or road trip! It's all about what's most enjoyable, most comfortable, most entertaining and most fulfilling for the woman... So don't go into Cockwarmijng the first few times with expectations for how long or short the experience should last. Don't overthink it - just go with it. Also, don't be afraid to include assets like flavored lube for oral Cockwarming, or stimulants like arousal gels, viagra and/or cock rings for prolonged healthier erections. Even if your intention isn't to have any type of sex or intercourse with him and you just want to keep your Cockwarming non-sexual - Like on a 1st date... 2nd date, 3rd date Ect ...
Some women may have an oral fixation and may have been enjoying “Cockwarming” for years, without actually having a name for it. Having a desperate, raging, "edged", endlessly weeping Cock of Power in your mouth can feel extremely satisfying if it’s the right size and flavor. Many women find they truly enjoy the feeling of pure sexual power they experience, by routinely and habitually NOT "Allowing" their virile desperate males to erupt!
Women with an oral fixation can find cockwarming to be an incredibly soothing, savoring, satisfying, addictive, truly female empowering ACT... Cockwarming can be an occasional practice or something extended over a couple of days - As A Daily Ritual, first thing in the morning, midday, right before sleep - OR ALL 3. Maybe even ALL NIGHT LONG...
Remember, Cockwarming does Not have to be (or should not be) sexually satisfying for a male. To Have and to Hold does not mean that he gets to Cum! He'll soon learn to love the feeling of being Helplessly Rock Hard for you (More) Than Orgasming... Imagine, Sitting on his healthy (reliable) majestic rock hard cock while having breakfast with morning coffee - may just be part of a natural morning daily routine... Or delighting in a leisurely, savory, succulent thanksgiving dinner including desert - sitting on your Doting, Venerating Mans Lap (as you adoringly face each other) with his powerful, mighty, throbbing "vein filled" erection - PULSING - So Exquisitely - incarcerated deep up inside of your delighted loins for the entire hour or so, as you lovingly feed each other each bite (rocking gently, adroitly, while savoring each bite).
As habitual cockwarming becomes a normal "routine" occurrence / Habit, The dominant progressive lady may even habitually find and decide to take his NOW Routine Morning wood into her savoring mouth before he actually even wakes up—Good Morning! Or again she may covet holding his healthy persistent virile manhood within her mouth throughout the entire night while he sleeps! Subliminally Programming his Psyche with Dopamine - A glorious yummy "pacifier" for sure!
In my view, "Cockwarming" is a Wonderful Female Empowering Way of Habitually, Routinely and Perpetually "Edging" and Denying your Doting Lover Boy - Ultimately Mastering / Governing / Harnessing His Explosive Orgasms - as you should be! Program his Psyche!
Within Every Woman there is a “Domme” - Waiting to be Discovered, Nurtured, Worshiped and Served !!!
Remember Ladies Your Orgasmic Bliss and Sexual Satisfaction Will Become “Maximized” …The More Your Dominated / Subjugated / Subordinated Males Orgasms ARE Routinely and Habitually “Minimized”…
Through a Man’s Passion & Libido, Nature Has “Given” Man INTO Woman’s Hands, and The Woman who Does Not Know How to Make Him Her Subject, Her Slave, Her TOY, and How to Thoroughly Control Him with Her Femininity in the End is Not Wise.
Security Cock!
There's Nothing Like It !
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It’s the evening of your 2nd anniversary… Your sexy 24 year old “nymphomaniac” of a fiancee - had hired an experienced 40 something female hypnotist (an acquaintance you find out) for the evening’s erotic hypnosis session - the one thing she wanted the most… Just a small little change, they explain, and you just can’t believe your ears. After all, you think to yourself, the sex with your titillating girlfriend was already outstanding (world-class)… But, as your Intoxicating ambrosial Goddess explains to you, By the end of this evening’s hypnosis session, The hypnotist would forever change your male sexual stamina and abilities… From this night forward, you would be Unable to Cum… You as the subordinate (governed) dominated male - would be re-programmed to paradoxically hit the very edge of climax and no matter how hard you (or anyone else) tried, your cock and balls wouldn’t be able to ejaculate… You would just helplessly teeter and tremble on the Very “Edge”… No matter what, you would be unable to explode… Now Slowly Awakening, after your two-hour hypnotic re-programming trance - your sensual, young, enchanting bride-to-be informs you that she’s invited the older hypnotist (friend of hers) to STAY the night and ‘test out her work’… To make sure the psychological re-programming worked as anticipated… Quality control so to speak… They Laughed… As you were already naked and tied to the bed - what could you do?
Out of your mind with lust - Your informed that for the last three hours, you have been experiencing and thoroughly enjoying the longest, hardest, most torturous “edging” session imaginable… Somehow, your mind is remembering it in delightful detail (as you realize just how hard and horny you actually are)…
For the last three hours, Both of these two sexy masterful women have been leisurely taking turns - stimulating, teasing and denying your enthusiastic manhood - proficiently fucking and riding you - in every way possible… They started “testing” you, by giving you skillfull handjobs that should have made you plaster the ceiling… Then your bride-to-be suggested trying out nursing and sucking on your oozing (crying) manhood, so you have received 20-minute blowjobs (superbly) from each woman, that would normally have made you erupt in 5 minutes or less, But You Didn’t… Then when they teamed up - before they started riding and grinding on your enraptured joystick - you were already impossibly close to cumming… The entire hour (tag team) fuck session was spent with you desperately straining to cum… They had both taken at least 3 or 4 turns each - riding you wildly and deeply, unintentionally bringing themselves to quivering, full body, intense femdom orgasms… As your cock just naturally grew larger and stronger (incarcerated balls deep)…
Both ladies were now Spent - Exhausted… Happily Euphoric, as they contentedly talked - leaving you tied spread-eagle - and as horny as hell - to the comfortable oversized bed… Eventually though they curled up next to you, one against each side of you… Each woman then throwing one of her legs over one of yours - and then they both laid their heads on your chest occasionally whispering to each other… Your bride-to-be resting her petite soft right hand - atop of your hypersensitive (throbbing) overused, traumatized 8 inch erection… At the same time, The hypnotist rests her delicate warm hand on your overfilled, hot sore balls (cupping them almost sympathetically). The two ladies don’t play or stimulate you (at least, not actively) As your raging throbbing cock remains hyper-aroused - beneath their feather light feminine touch … The two ladies just tenderly settle in to your shoulder - remaining perfectly still - and soon you realize that they have both fallen off to sleep, leaving you to stew in your lustful sexual male frustration… A few minutes later, you feel your “ bride-to-be” slowly wrap her delicate hand - FULLY - around your aching, hyper-aroused (throbbing) erection while in her deep sleep… Remaining as still as you possibly can, Your needy manhood helplessly pulsates - even harder in her hand, as she tightens her grip unconsciously and firmly holds the base of your raging erection… After a few more minutes, you clearly feel her hand squeezing gently - in perfect rhythm to the pulse of your “everlasting” JOYSTICK… You begin to realize that you’re in for a Long HARD Night …
On Libidos... and Chastity as a Tool
One of the things I hear from so many women in our community is the quiet struggle of mismatched sex drives. You love your partner, the relationship is otherwise solid, but over time — especially after kids, stress, careers, or just the long haul of marriage — your desire for sex drops while his stays high (or vice versa, though that’s less common in the stories I read). The result? Pressure, guilt, resentment, and that slow drift where intimacy starts to feel like a chore instead of a connection.
My husband and I hit this wall too. For years we had a healthy sex life, but life got busy and my libido naturally ebbed. He was understanding, but I could see the frustration building — the subtle initiations, the porn use he thought I didn’t notice, the way it created distance even when we weren’t arguing about it. When he gently brought up chastity, I was sceptical. It sounded like something from a very different world. But after reading, talking, and a careful trial, I’ve come to see it as one of the most practical, low-drama tools for bridging that gap without anyone feeling like they’re forcing or faking it.
Addressing the Mismatch Without the Pressure
The core problem with libido differences isn’t usually a lack of love — it’s the pressure and the mismatch in timing. He wants connection and release more often; you might want it less, or only when you’re truly relaxed and in the mood. Without structure, that often leads to him pursuing, you feeling guilty or obligated, and both of you pulling away emotionally. Chastity flips the script in a surprisingly helpful way.
By taking control of his orgasms, the constant “will we or won’t we?” negotiation fades. By holding the keys, you're actively involved in his daily sex drive. Even the smallest little tickle, slap, tease of comment will create a rush of excitement. He get this glorious, steady buildup of sexual energy, dramatically increased sensitivity and his romantic / courtship hormones kick into overdrive. On top of this, he’s not secretly 'handling' things on his own, and I’m not worrying about disappointing him or feeling like I have to perform on his schedule. Sex happens when I want it, on terms that feel good to me. And because he’s locked and denied, those moments feel more genuine and desired on both sides.
Why It Shifts His Focus Back to Courtship (The Psychological Side)
There’s a real psychological shift that happens with consistent orgasm control and denial. When a man can’t easily release through masturbation or quick sex, that sexual energy doesn’t just disappear — it gets redirected. Psychologically, the buildup of arousal without climax increases motivation, anticipation, and attentiveness. He becomes more tuned in to you because pleasing you becomes the main outlet for all that drive.
In our case, I noticed it quickly: more thoughtful gestures, better listening, spontaneous help around the house, foot rubs, massages, and enthusiastic focus on my pleasure (oral whenever I wanted, for as long as I wanted). It’s like the early dating days returned. The cage acts as a constant, gentle reminder of me and our dynamic, channeling what used to go into solo habits back into us.
For many men, the denial creates a simmering, deeply pleasant arousal that motivates positive behaviors rather than frustration. It reduces the mental load on me (no more feeling pursued when I’m not in the mood). The result is less resentment and more real connection.
Guidance for Keyholders: The Simplest, Easiest Way to Start (Without “Lock and Forget”)
If you’re considering this as a tool for your own libido mismatch, please don’t overcomplicate it or treat it like a full-time lifestyle you have to perform. The beauty is in keeping it practical and sustainable. Here’s the simplest approach that worked for us:
Start Small and Talk First: Have an honest, non-bedroom conversation. Share where your libido is at and why. Let him explain his side. Agree that this is an experiment to reduce pressure and bring back courtship — a tool, rather than a kink. Set a short trial period (a few weeks) with clear rules.
Basic Rules That Require Minimal Effort:
Default locked most of the time, with unlocks only when you decide.
No initiating cage talk or requests for release except real needs.
Focus during intimacy is on your pleasure. Unlocks don’t automatically mean his orgasm.
Stay Engaged — Don’t “Lock and Forget”: This only works if you check in. Notice and appreciate his efforts (a simple “good boy” or affectionate touch goes far). Adjust cycles based on real life — 2-3 weeks is often plenty to see benefits without plateauing; 1-5 days is not enough to get him to the peak. Tease lightly in everyday ways. The goal is mutual benefit, not neglect.
Prioritize Your Comfort: Only do what feels good to you. If your libido is low, use the dynamic to enjoy non-penetrative intimacy, massages, or service without obligation. Communicate openly outside the dynamic about how it’s affecting you both.
Your turn is your turn: Allow him to bring you to climax without the need to reciprocate.
Chastity isn’t a magic fix for every relationship issue, but for couples dealing with mismatch, it can be a compassionate, effective way to restore balance, spark, and courtship without guilt or constant negotiation. It helped us turn a point of tension into something that makes us feel closer and more tuned in to each other.
If you’re in this spot, you’re not alone — and you don’t have to become someone you’re not to try it. Start gentle, stay practical, and see how it feels for you.
I’d love to hear from other women who’ve used this (or similar tools) to navigate libido differences. What worked for you?
The shift back to courtship is real.
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What is a Submissive Man? (And Why He is Not Weak)
Let me start by clearing the biggest misconception I see almost every single day.
A submissive man is not a man without self-respect.
He is not weak. He is not pathetic. He is not a doormat.
And yet, this is exactly the picture most people carry in their heads when they hear the word “submissive.” Years of cheap erotica, badly written femdom videos, and lazy media portrayals have built a very wrong image of who this man actually is.
So before we go any further, I want to set the record straight.
A Submissive Man is Not What the Internet Sold You
The man you see in a one-minute clip on the internet, crawling on the floor and being humiliated, is a performance. That is not the reality of a real, lived-in Female Led Relationship.
A real submissive man is something else entirely.
He is a man who has done the hardest work most Indian men never get around to doing. He has sat with his own ego and dismantled it. He has questioned the toxic masculinity he was raised on. He has decided that being “the boss of the house” simply because he is male is no longer the kind of man he wants to be.
That is not weakness.
That takes a level of self-awareness most husbands will never even attempt.
Recommended Read — Modern Husband and the Male Ego in Female Led Relationships
So What Does a Submissive Man Actually Look Like?
The Office Prize
My Boss told me to wear a sexy dress and to meet him in his office at 5.45pm. As I slipped on my dress and fixed my makeup I wondered what my Boss had in store for me. I’d been fucking my boss for a few months and so I naturally thought he wanted to fuck me in his office after everyone else had gone home. He was waiting for me when I arrived but something was different. There were a pair of handcuffs hanging from the center column which I immediately noticed. He walked me to the column then fastened the cuffs around my wrists so my hands were suspended above my head.
“Mmmm, I didn’t realize you were so kinky Sir,” I said as he cuffed me. He just smiled at me and winked. I watched him as he set up a camera pointed at me. He then placed his laptop on the desk that was showing a video feed of a conference room with a huge TV screen on a wall. Displayed on the screen was me.
“What are you up to Sir?” I asked. He smiled at me and then pulled a small bullet vibrator from his pocket. He then slid his hand up under my dress and I gasped as he slid a finger inside my pussy.
“No panties and already wet for me Jessica. You really are the perfect personal assistant,” he said as he slowly fingered me. I moaned for him as he was right, I was already incredibly aroused for him. He then took the bullet vibe and slipped it between my pussy lips, burying it deep inside my wetness. He took a step back and pulled out a remote control. I watched as he slowly twisted the dial which made the vibe buzz inside me making me gasp in pleasure. He then immediately turned off the vibe and smiled.
“Sir is there a meeting tonight?” I asked as I regained my composure as much as I could whilst being cuffed to a column and with a bullet vibe inside my pussy.
“Oh yes Jessica. A very special meeting and you my beautiful girl are the entertainment,” he said as he popped the remote in his shirt pocket before leaving his office leaving me alone. My pulse was racing as I pulled against my restraints. I was not going anywhere. I watched the laptop screen as men started walking into the conference room and taking seats around the large table. My Boss followed them in and took his seat at the head of the table. I noticed that he head turned off the TV screen so nobody could see me at the moment. There was no sound on the laptop video feed so I couldn’t hear what was being said as the meeting started. It wasn’t long before I could see my Boss stand up and turn on the TV screen so now all the men could see me in my sexy dress bound in place. I could see them clapping and then saw my Boss place the remote in the middle of the table. He then sat down and it looked like they were having a regular meeting. It was a few minutes before the first man reached for the remote and twisted the dial which made the bullet vibe buzz inside me. I gasped as it sent a wave of pleasure wash over me. The man was watching me on the TV screen as I writhed and moaned against the column.
He then passed the remote to another man who started playing with the dial. This man was turning the dial up and down over and over as he watched me and I assumed was listening to me moan as the vibe buzzed to match his movements of the dial. The feeling of being bound and helpless while being watched by multiple men as the vibe in my pussy sent waves of pleasure rushing through me had started to drive me crazy with an absolute lust for my first orgasm. As my body twisted with pleasure another man grabbed the remote and suddenly turned down the dial to a low constant speed as if he knew he was keeping me on the very edge of an orgasm without allowing me to tip over into ecstasy. The tiny movements he made with the dial were very deliberate and he knew he was teasing me, keeping me on the edge.
Oh god I wanted to orgasm while being watched by all these men so badly. The man with the remote was torturing me so I was so glad when I saw another man take the remote. I suddenly screamed with pleasure as this new man turned the dial to max and the vibe buzzing deep inside me sent me into absolute orgasmic bliss. I writhed and moaned, almost screaming in pleasure as I came so hard for the man holding the remote. I could feel my pussy dripping as my orgasm made my legs tremble. Another man took the remote and seemed to take pity on me as he turned down the dial until the vibe stopped buzzing. I was breathing hard as I hung from the cuffs holding me in place. My reprieve was short lived as the same man started playing with the dial making the vibe slowly increase in intensity until I was squealing in pleasure but then slowly decreasing the speed allowing me to regain some sort of composure.
The man continued this pattern for a few minutes sending me to the edge of another orgasm then taking away almost all stimulation, turning the dial up then down, up then down, over and over as I thrashed and moaned as I hung from the cuffs. I was praying he would finally allow me another orgasm but instead he turned down the dial to the lowest possible setting leaving the vibe buzzing at a level that kept me desperate to orgasm but not strong enough to give me what I needed. I moaned in frustration as I watched the laptop video feed. The remote had been placed onto the middle of the table and the men were now watching my Boss as he walked around the room holding a black cloth bag.
He was asking each of the men to take something out of the bag but then seemingly telling the man to hold it hidden in his hand. After every man had taken something out of the bag they all held out their hands in unison, palms up as they revealed what each of them had picked from the cloth bag. They were small smooth stones which all seemed to be black apart from a single white stone. My Boss walked over to the man with the white stone and shook his hand. I then watched the same man leave the conference room. The rest of the men and my Boss all started watching the TV screen where I was still handcuffed to the column in the center of the room.
After a couple of minutes I heard the door to my Boss’s office open and the man who had pulled out the white stone walked in. He walked towards me taking off his suit jacket, then pulling off his tie dropping it to the floor. He spun me around and pulled the zipper on my dress so it opened up revealing my naked body. I heard him unfastening his pants and as they dropped to the floor around his ankles he slapped my ass hard making me squeal.
“I just won your pussy Jessica. You are mine to fuck!” he said as I felt him slide his fingers inside my wet slit to pull out the bullet vibe. I moaned as he pushed the head of his cock against my slit and slowly slid inside me, meeting no resistance from my soaked pussy. He was so big and so hard. He filled my tight wet pussy easily and as he grabbed hold of my hips he started to fuck me against the column. He slammed inside me so hard pressing me against the column as I hung suspended from my wrists fastened in the handcuffs I cried out from both the force of the man’s cock thrusts and the pleasure of being fucked knowing my Boss and the rest of the men were watching. The bullet vibe had been gently teasing my pussy keeping me on the edge of another orgasm, but now the man’s cock was assaulting my dripping wet pussy and was about to make me scream with the second orgasm I had been craving.
He grunted as he fucked me harder, faster, taking me, using me as I screamed as another orgasm crashed through my helpless bound body, my body limp as I was used as the man’s fucktoy slut. Then I felt his thrusts slow as he grunted harder pumping cum deep inside my well fucked pussy. Slow hard thrusts giving me every drop of cum from his heavy balls. I was moaning and panting as he pulled out as I felt some of his cum pour out of my slit and run down my inner thighs. He had pumped so much cum inside me. I was left hanging from my bound wrists with my dress hanging loosely from my shoulders.
He left the room and I waited helplessly until my Boss finally came back to his office. He unfastened the cuffs and carried me to the couch along the far wall. He lay me down and draped a blanket over me. My Boss kissed my forehead.
“You’ve been such a good girl Jessica. Rest for a while before I need you again. I’m going to fuck you myself before I let you go home.” 💋
Annie stood silently in the doorway watching. Smiling. A towel wrapped around her freshly washed dirty blonde hair. Another wrapped around her alluring, sensual curves.
Skin still warm from her just completed shower. Glistening. Silky soft. Enticingly feminine scents of jasmine and vanilla.
She didn’t consider herself a mean person. Really she didn’t. Still, there was something so exciting about seeing her boyfriend suffering in such desperate, sexual distress that she was beginning to wonder if maybe she was developing a problem.
An obsession.
An addiction.
Was she allowing herself to get carried away? Indulging this recent fascination of hers a bit too much?
Her desire to leave his erections unrelieved? To arouse him to feverish levels only to leave him frustrated? Desperate? Aching?
All while using him as she pleased to give herself the most explosive orgasms she’d ever enjoyed? To fuel the most unimaginably exciting, satisfying sexual era of her life??
And all at the expense of her sweet, adoring boyfriend who admittedly now sometimes seemed to be teetering on the brink of a meltdown?
At the moment he was still cuffed to her headboard, exactly where she’d left him earlier after riding his face to orgasm… after orgasm… after orgasm….
Breathless. Dizzy. Writhing. His face dripping with her dewy nectar. Senses overwhelmed by her scent. Her heat. Her taste. And his hips desperately searching for something that might at least offer his helpless cock the mercy of a caress.
Ladies,
While he needs to respect and submit to your every whim, you need to enjoy the obedience, the attention, and take great pleasure in your control and his submission.
Your pleasure and enjoyment gives him the reason and purpose for his efforts, submission, and suffering. If he isn't experiencing or feeling your satisfaction and fulfillment, his submission will wither and the dynamic will be doomed.
The lifestyle is all centered on your happiness, pleasure, and enjoyment!
I wish I had known about male chastity sooner
This is a real thing, at least in the realms of Chastity and energy.
It's so interesting, because if you truly neglected your man, your marriage is going to go downhill. Truly.
But Chastity isn't neglect. It's far more focus attention, it just happens to have the polarity of power and submission in it, and light and dark energies. Please feminine and masculine energies. So there isn't any neglect.
I've put him in chastity during stressful times, thinking I'll take a break and get my feet under me. Essentialy saying, I'll ignore him, or neglect him while I'm in this time.
But, and this always makes me smile, when he's locked, I'm way more interested in play, teasing, and denying. So I never neglect, even if I'm really tired, because even when I'm really tired, and going to bed... I turn that into a short tease and denia session.
Win. Win.
