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EXPECTATIONS
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Hay que saber estar en cualquier circunstancia… siempre con la dignidad debida.
This is for all rebellious and unruly boys out there… *giggles*
So… How slutty *are* you?
OMG!! Very much Ma'am.... Uhhhngh Uhhhngh 🫣😳😵💫🍆💦
Pretty!
My Job
My husband introduced me to Male Chastity. He brought to my attention there was something called a Cock Cage. I thought that sounded immediately fun, and told him to go ahead and order one.
A week or so later this plastic CB-600 cage showed up! Yes, let’s put it on right now!
I immediately thought it was great fun, and loved to make him wear it and torture him with teasing. What was not to like? I just thought it was fun. It immediately put a smile on my face, but then again, I didn’t take it more seriously than that. It was fun.
But he always wanted ‘more’… and I admit I saw it as just ‘another thing to do’. It’s not that I didn’t want to do things for my husband, I did, I just started to see it as something more I had to do, and we were both busy.
But what changed was when I saw that Male Chastity games were for ME TOO. I wanted him locked, because I got what I wanted. And I really liked getting what I wanted. I was good at receiving what I wanted.
I just didn’t want to work for it as if it were a burden! But then I saw it as a co creative game between the two of us. And I started to really look at what I got from this arrangement.
What do I get from Male Chastity?
A Body Servant - My husband daily rubs my shoulders, or my feet. At least once a week he sets up the massage table and I get a deep, full, 2 hour massage. When we watch TV, he sits behind me and rubs my shoulders. I don’t get tired of this. I don’t rub him back, though I am affectionate with him. I’ve gotten used to his strong hands giving my body the work it needs, daily. This is just the way it is, and I love it. I hear from other women whose men hardly ever touch them, and I’m shocked. I’m spoiled for usre.
A Sex Slave – My husband’s focus is on pleasing me sexually. I don’t care about pleasing him sexually. We have sex when I want, and I get the orgasms. There is an old Quinn Klaxon caption that says: Only She Cums. Yep. I have as many orgasms as I want, and I want far more now that we have this arrangement, and he doesn’t have any, or very few. Doesn’t bother me at all. My sexual pleasure first, and really… only my sexual pleasure. He serves me fully in this regard. (And yes, I realize he gains great sexual pleasure from serving me, and touching me, and seeing me in pleasure).
Cook/Housekeeper – My husband does a lot of housekeeping, and most of the cooking. I clean dishes once in a while, and the house, because I enjoy helping out and I’m a part of the family. But he does the most of it, and I’m happy about that. The best part is that he does it the WAY I LIKE IT.
Gentleman – My husband treats me with deep masculine respect, and takes care of me like a true gentleman. In speech, in attention, and in service. He’s there for me, he’s strong, he’s mostly silent, he’s still, and he’s my rock upon which I am secure. I love his deep masculine strength and how he takes care of me.
Fun – It’s a lot of fun to keep your man locked and focused on you. The power, the teasing, the love, the service, sometimes even the sadism (just a little!). Yeah… I get a lot of fun and creativity from the whole thing.
So What Does He Get?
Writing that out it sounds very one sided, but it’s actually not. To understand that let’s look at something I read years ago.
A Submissive wants to told what to do.
A masochist needs pain.
A slave is pure service to his/her Domme/Dom.
While we have fun with me telling him what to do, and punishing him and torturing him and teasing him… deeply my husband loves me and channels all of his sexual energy into a depth of connection through service. It’s kinky weird, but it really isn’t. It’s love. Deep service not just to me, but to the FEMININE. He’s powerful man who chooses to channel is love in a certain way. He’s not unlike Taoist sexual masters who avoid orgasm and circulate their energy in full body orgasms. Again, we are kinky, and have a shit ton of fun with that stuff… but deep underneath it all, this is a loving partnership relationship that keeps the spice going long, long, after most people’s has faded.
He also gets a shit ton of sexual energy from me. We play like we were kids. Still. Year after year. Something about teasing the shit out of him…
So What Are My Duties?
This was the part that got me started writing. You see, I wanted him to do all of the things above without me having to do anything. I know. Kind of shitty, but it went back to old stuff in my head about sexual duties. I’ve got to do all this stuff… FOR HIM. Then I realized A) I like doing things for him, and B) keeping him in chastity actually is a FUN sexual duty and C) It pays off (see above list).
Keep Him In Slave Mode
There is a place he goes to in service to me, that is slave, it’s an emotionally charged depth of love and service, and it’s what keeps him going. It sexually charged submission slave service. It’s not the submission I was talking about above, it’s the SLAVE offering, of a man willing to die for his family to protect them. Intimately connected to death in some ways. But this is a ‘sexually charged’ submission, a state of being. That’s my job, to feed that state. Keep him in this ‘submissive’ state. That requires me to be dominant, and these are the things I do to stay dominant, and keep him submissive.
One – Control His Cock With a Cock Cage – Control the orgasm, control the male. He is kept in chastity longer and longer now. It works. He enjoys it, it’s a fun challenge for him, and I enjoy, it gives me power and pleasure, and it deepens his submission. Gives him access to a deeper masculine focus on the feminine.
Two –Service – He wants to do things for me. Give him things to do, and do it in a sexy way. Part of the game is MAKING him do it. FORCING him to do it. Now of course, he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to, he’s grown man, but if I TELL HIM to lick my pussy, or clean the house, in a dominant sexy way, we both have a lot more fun. I used to think it was a job to give him things to do, but then I realized I was doing that all the time anyway. Can you take the trash out? Can you pick up eggs on the way home? Can you call your Mother and tell her we are going to be late for Sunday dinner? Can you give me a footrub, my heels are killing me from walking in them all day at work? Can you change the oil in the car? I ask him for things ALL THE TIME… anyway. So why not making it a game and TELL HIM he has to do it because he’s a slave? Yes, it’s more work, but it works, and it’s actually fun. And why not make taking the trash out fun?
Three – Discipline – My husband benefits from being beaten once in a while, I think it’s a BODY thing, not that he needs it, and I have a bit of a sadist streak liking to beat him. Also… there is the sexy POWER dynamic. I tell him to do something, he doesn’t do it, there are consequences. It’s sexy. It’s powerful. He breaks the rules once in a while just to feel my power, which then gives him that deep slave feeling. So yes, I have to discipline him sometimes, and it can be really fun, and really creative. I’ve come up with some really fucked up punishments. I impress myself sometimes. He tests the limits of my rule… and sometimes I get tired of that… but things are always better if I stay firm and consistent.
Four – Tease and Denial – Build suspense. Give him energy, give him energy… and pull it back last second. This seems cruel, if someone did it to me I would slit their throat, but he loves it and I love it too. It’s a big part of the work… giving him that pleasure of teasing… and it helps put him into slave mode, which gives me more focus on me.
Five – Experience as much pleasure as possible. Porn stars make ridiculous noise for a reason. The masculine LOVES to see the feminine in pleasure. Women I talk with have a hard time understanding this, they feel embarrassed, etc. But if you have loud orgasms, and with as much energy as possible enjoy his slavery… he’s going to fucking love it. And it’s something that really keeps him going and keeps him in slave mode.
Sum it Up
Cage his cock and lower his status (he’s a slave, you are a mistress)…
Give him things to do in a fun sexy way…
Punish him regularly for not doing them or not doing them correctly (in a fun nasty dirty sexy way)…
Tease him sadistically with tons and tons of feminine sexual energy but denial him that ultimate ejaculation…
While enjoying it so deeply and thoroughly with such feminine bliss and radiance and pleasure that he can’t help but worship you.
-X
P.S. HAVE FUN!!! It’s so fun.
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Captured by the soldier | Part two
It was an early morning, I could faintly hear birds outside through what appeared to be some kind of head device. At the time I was relaxed, still in that clueless-just-woke-up state. After I got more aware of my surroundings the slight panic kicked in. I could not move any limb, my vision was obstructed and my hearing was decreased. Where was I? What happened last night? I slowly remembered the nice guy I met online and met up with at his house, then going down to his basement and letting him take full control. God what was I thinking, that one bad decision may have compromised the whole future of my life. After pondering about and letting my thoughts drift away, I started getting anxious. I don’t know what I was trapped in, but it felt slimy and restrictive. I tried yelling out for help but only muffled groans came out. I had no choice, I was stuck inside the rubber sleepsack, and it was impossible to escape it. I had to wait.
Eventually I heard someone come into the room, and in a second moment the leather isolation hood was removed. I squinted at the sudden light, but there he was. Standing right in front of me. He was wearing ACU gear, equipped with bondage gear instead of actual weaponry though on his waist. He was smiling.
David: Nice to see you’re awake. You have probably realized by know that you are completely my property now. While this may seem scary and strict, I will assure you that I will take good care of you. So here’s the rules. You are not allowed to talk unless spoken to. You will always wear your collar and rubber catsuit except for special causes. When not used, fed or exercised, you will be stored in either of the following: The sleepsack you are in now contained in your new bedroom, The cell in my playroom, The cell in my living room, the bondage box for when I need you to be easily transported, or if you’ve been naughty you will be confined inside my very thick and heavy rubber custom built cell. You’ll be experiencing that one today since you dared to struggle last night without permission. But first..
He walked over to my crotch and zipped up the sleepsack from there. I could only watch as he pulled out a stainless steel chastity device. Oh no. I had no choice, he slowly slid it on my cock, locking it securely. This was it. He owned me now, wearing a chastity device is a symbol for ownership.
He began strapping me out of my sleepsack. He smiled, seeming very friendly but his body language said something else. He attached a chain leash to my collar once I was standing up. “Turn around.” he commanded. I had no choice, so I did so. What happened after could only be explained as extremely arousing. I felt a rubber device enter my butt, and when it was in, it inflated. It had a locking mechanism, so only the keyholder could deflate it. Once inflated it would be impossible to remove. I felt my dick expanding inside my cock cage, when I noticed the spikes on the inside of my cage, it felt amazing. I was so horny. “You like it, don’t you? Too bad I’m not gonna let you get off today… Or this week. Hehe. For now, you’re gonna pleasure me.” He said. He pulled and tugged me downstairs to his basement again, entering the playroom with me. He led me to the sling in the corner of the room. I was still cuffed with my hands tied on the back of my torso.
David: Get in the sling, stomach down. Today you will be trained to suck my dick. If you do a good job, I’ll shorten your punishment. If not, you can only hope for the worst.
I got onto the sling, stomach down as instructed. I was terrified, I just wanted to go home. The sling had straps on the top, and I was cuffed into a hogtie and the straps went on last. Click, click, click. Next came the leather blindfold. I heard noise of fabric being fondled with. After a while I heard nothing. Did he leave? I tried moving but then I felt something warm and slimy enter my mouth. It felt so soft, so inviting. I knew what it was though. He started throbbing back and forth, forcing me to give him a blowjob. I felt a tingling senses in my cock suddenly at that moment. “Ahh.. Ahhh.. Mmm.. You know… Mm.. There are electrodes in.. Your cock cage, which will continuously… Stimulate your cock… Mmm..” He moaned inbetween every sentence. I wanted it to end, and thankfully I got my wish. I heard the loudest moan I’ve ever heard and a warm liquid was present in my mouth. I felt his hand hold my mouth shut. “Swallow.” I hesitated, not wanting to swallow at all. “I said swallow!” He clicked a button and my cock was suddenly electrocuted over and over. It was so painful, I can’t describe it. I swallowed and the pain stopped. “Good boy. When you obey, good things happen. Now time for your punishment.”
After releasing me from the sling, he stripped me naked, even removing the collar. He was too strong for me though, and held me tight, directing me towards a square opening in the far left wall of the room. “This is gonna be fun.” The hatch opened and revealed a tiny cell, every wall filled lined with rubber. There was also a mask with a tube dangling from the ceiling inside the cell. The fear rushed over me, it looked so small and so scary. “In.” He commanded, not even letting me react before pushing me inside the tiny opening. The mask went on, and he closed the hatch revealing the last rubbered wall. It was pitch black. How long was I gonna stay in here?
After about an hour, I heard him outside. I thought I was finally getting out. But this wasn’t the case. Suddenly I heard a loud noise of like a vacuum. It was now I realized the slippery, thick and heavy rubber I was surrounded in started closing in on me. This was nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Slowly but surely enough the rubber came closer and closer to my naked skin, it was so thick and strong too. I was forced into sitting in the fetus position, the rubber closed in on me, suspending me centered in the cell. I thought it was over when the vacuum stopped. I could only barely move, there was some slight air left. The vaccuum started again, this time at a much stronger pace. This was apparently the finishing touch, the rubber was starting to feel very tight, it covered every crevice and corner of my body, it was even covering the gaps between my fingers and toes. My ear was filled with rubber, my eyes was forced shut and my nose was also filled with rubber. It was so tight that rubber had entered my nostrils. It continued for maybe 30 minutes. During those minutes the rubber got even tighter, I thought it couldn’t get any tighter but finally when it stopped, I couldn’t move even a millimetre. I heard laughing from the outside. I was helpless, trapped in a cocoon of rubber, unable to move an inch. Eventually the vacuum started again, this time it was so strong, that the rubber went into my asshole so far up I got horny again. I was unable to do anything about it though. And this was how I was spending the rest of the day. The vaccuum stopped a final time and I was literally packed. Then nothing happened the rest of the day. I now realized what his definition if punishment were.
Thanks for reading part two, part three will be up soon.