Wafuu Chastity

This blog is a summary of my chastity fantasies and real life experiences.

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This is the end

My dear readers,

We’re getting close to the end it seems, as Tumblr decided to shut its door to a wonderful community that I cherished for more than 3 years. I can’t believe the luck I had to be able to share my journey into D/s with you, and I will regret this safe space and its visitors.

As long time followers know, my motivation to keep that blog updated was already fading, and Tumblr’s decision dealt yet another blow into it. The only thing that kept me motivated was seeing my inbox with your warm messages. As this goes away, maybe it’s time for Princess and I to step out and continue our wonderful journey on our own. But if we ever reopen this blog on another platform, we’ll be sure to keep the name so maybe our paths may cross again. Although this won’t be before the storm settles so we can be sure wherever we land is a place with an equally amazing community.

I give a thousands thanks to all my readers. And to all people this final note may find, I wish you the very best, and implore you not to be afraid to experience the relationship you want. You deserve no less.

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Sorry for the long silence. Locktober was a busy month for my wife and me, both professionally and personally, but in the end I can only blame my lack of motivation for taking the time.

Since the beginning of October, we’ve been experiencing with a new kind of FLR relationship, one that’s not built on my fantasies only, but rather on an actual agreement and deeper reflection on how it can be enjoyable for both of us. For those who might have missed my previous notes, my wife had been feeling a bit let down in our previous takes at D/s. While in nearly 3 years we have made a lot of progress towards a relationship we could both enjoy, she consistently got the short end of the stick because the foundation of what we had built were centered around my desires. Before messaging me about how selfish I’ve been, understand that first, I know, and second, this took us time to fully realize. I did genuine efforts to put my wife first, but did it the wrong way, not trying hard enough to see things from her perspective.

We have a relationship coach, Miss Ogawa, to thank for this eye-opening retrospection (see my previous note here). My wife came into contact with her a little more than a month ago, and she convinced us both to get some coaching. She lives in Japan so I met only a few of times with her in person, while the remainder of our interactions have been made mostly by email and instant messaging.

From the get go, Miss Ogawa made it quite clear that her role wasn’t to be an additional mistress (although I do have to obey her), and that she was there to help us find our own version of an enriching, exciting and sustainable FLR. Our first sessions (those we did while in Japan) have been for my wife and I to better understand what the other expected or could expect from FLR. We each wrote down in what such relationship style could be beneficial for the other, and used it as a base to write a new D/s agreement. We had made an agreement before, but finally decided to let it go because it felt a bit odd to have a relationship wrote down as a business contract. But Miss Ogawa insisted that, if done honestly, it was a good way to remember ourselves that at some point, those were the roles/rights/responsibilities/boundaries we agreed on. And she was right, it was a great exercise that I’d recommend for anyone interested in long-term D/s.

Unlike for our last agreement, we didn’t start from a template online. Instead we started from scratch, and were only guided by our coach to the points we might want to add. As a result, we made something that resembles less a “chastity contract” (like the first agreement did), and more an actual FLR agreement. It’s much more about personal responsibilities (for her) and commitment (for me) than theatrical demonstrations of domination (for her) and submission (for me). For instance, one thing that we had done right is to agree that I’m responsible for keeping the house clean and the fridgr full, while another thing we may have done wrong is to expect my wife to give me endless lists of chores on a regular basis. Of course if she wants to that’s her absolute right, and my absolute obligation to follow her instructions, but she may also just forget about it, and not even inspect my chores. Ultimately the objective is to make her life easier, not to replace house chores with “mistress” chores …

So what’s in it for me? I won’t lie, my willingness to put my wife’s comfort over mine at all times is somewhat motivated by my fantasies of submission. And while I’m willing to put them on a back seat a little, I still want things like foot worshipping, punishment and tease and denial to be part of the equation. My wife of course knows that experiencing my fetishes is part of why I’m drawn to FLR (one could argue that the latter is one of my fetishes, but I’d say that while the idea licking the soles of a cruel mistress is, true long-time committed FLR isn’t). And so she included them in her “what can my husband enjoy from FLR”. But oh boy, I wouldn’t have expected Miss Ogawa was so passionated about it. She confessed that her husband almost never gets to fully enjoy an orgasm, as she either ruins them or even milk him, and I have the feeling that’s something she’d suggest my wife to do as well. She believes in frustration as the main driver to instill submission, and so she suggested us many rules to keep me on the edge (figuratively and literally). No sentences, no counters, no points, just strict chastity, enforced with a device or not, and sometimes, but only sometimes, the privilege of an orgasm.

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(first part here, second part here)

As convened my wife and I met with Miss Ogawa again 2 days after our first meeting (about 2 weeks ago from now). I had had time to discuss the coaching idea further with my wife, and was willing to move forward. I learned our coach was working as an HR manager in a travel agency, but had previously worked as a career coach for young professional women. She is of course herself involved in a FLR relationship with her husband, and a long time member of the group my wife has joined, in which she’s coached other couples. From what I understood at this point, Miss Ogawa would act more or less as an observer, only intervening on aspects that should be adjusted. She would still occupy a dominant role with respect to me, and so I would be expected to act accordingly, but we would be far from the initial image I got of a “second” mistress I’d be worshipping on my knees. Nevertheless, this was still rather abstract to me, and I was still quite nervous at what it’d become once more concrete.

We met at her place, once again, but this second encounter felt a little more casual from the start. The chit-chat didn’t last very long, and we got the the heart of the subject. My wife and I asked a few questions about Miss Ogawa’s future role. In particular, about the extent of her authority over me, and how it would played out once my wife and I would come back from our trip. She said it’d be mostly up to us to decide on how much we wanted her involved, and that things were likely to evolve as we would move forward. Once we ran out of questions, she turned to my wife and asked if we had come to an understanding. I couldn’t help but think the move was clearly intentional, so as to show who was in charge of the decision, and kind of liked it. My wife said that we were ready to move forward with the coaching, and asked how we would proceed from there. Miss Ogawa congratulated her for her decision (once again excluding me from the decision process, likely on purpose), and pulled out a folder a bag she had left at her side. It contained a contract describing the terms of the “coaching”. While I’m reasonably comfortable speaking Japanese, I read it with far less ease, so I let my wife take care of the document. It was written (or so I was told) in way that would more suggest some sort of relationship counseling. I figured out it was so that it could have legal value, without revealing too much what was actually behind it. Basically, it set the price of her services (which I was asked to keep for myself), that’d include the preparation of a custom plan that’d span 3 months, at least 30 minutes of coaching per day by phone or facetime, plus an hour a week to work on various assignments she would give us. The second document was a non-disclosure agreement that basically forbids the three of us from disclosing actual names or specific locations. We signed both documents, and with that opened the door to a third person to the very heart of our D/s journey.

The next step was a private meeting with my wife and I, separately, where we would better define the framework of the coaching, and set short terms goals for our relationship and individually. I don’t know (and I’m not supposed to) all of  what was told at my wife’s meeting, but mine was ... interesting. As things had officially started, I was feeling a bit awkward as to how to behave. I wanted to take the whole thing seriously, but couldn’t resolve myself to act like a sub, alone with a woman I had met only twice before. I was quickly told to relax, to just act respectfully. And in fact, this was the main theme we worked in this first coaching: respect. Basically, I was told to try shifting my view of D/s and FLR toward a relationship in which my goal would be to respect my wife (and the other dominant with which she would share her control) as superior, but not necessarily as a merciless punishing entity, to see her as a person, and not the object of a fantasy.

This sure was a convincing stance for an inspirational take, but what about living it. I know FLR is something I’m drawn to, and I’m genuinely willing to make efforts to make it work. But I’m not sure I’d want to have it without also blending my fantasies into the mix. Readers of this blog often tell me to understand FLR isn’t about me, it’s about my wife. I understand that. I want that. I want my wife to find her place, to truly enjoy, by any mean possible, the dominant role I’d like to give her. But it’d be lying to myself if I didn’t recognize the fuel for all of that is in my fantasies of submission.

I felt like Miss Ogawa completely heard my position. She didn’t tell me I was wrong. I was told there could and probably would be a space for fantasies of submission, tease and denial, etc. but that those shouldn't occupy the central role. I thought it was what I’ve been trying to do, but was shown I had never really let go of my desire to shape the relationship into my fantasy first. And it was true, there’s no point denying it. I left the session with the task to write in what FLR would be beneficial for my wife as an assignment (and was lucky enough to be allowed to write that in English...) It was an interesting exercise that I should have done way before. I had convinced myself that repeating to my wife she should find the her place was helpful, and not realized it was in fact quite selfish to ask her to find a way to enjoy her side without much more thought on mine. I wrote the obvious, like having the chores, dinner and breakfast made. Then I thought about the things she had always told me she liked about D/s, like feeling desired, and powerful. And then I thought about even more selfless ones, like the power to restrict or ban the things that I do but she doesn’t like so much: going out for drinks, spending too much time on the computer... It was kind exciting to put myself in her shoes, and imagine how my submission could improve her everyday life. I think every sub should do it.

I sent my assignment on time (figured out doing otherwise could get me in trouble) to Miss Ogawa, who had told me not to discuss it with my wife until the three of us would meet again. Herself had also got a similar assignment after her own private session. The next step would be to use those as a base for a new kind of agreement between my wife, Miss Ogawa and me.

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(first part here)

So in the span of less than a month, my wife went from telling me she didn’t feel like getting back to D/s for a little while, to wanting coaching from someone in the femdom group she had joined a couple of weeks before. Needless to say the news dropped like a big surprise to me. As it turned out, one of the women in the group had suggested this to my wife, who got convinced after she met her at the group meeting.

I wasn’t totally against the idea, but wasn’t thrilled neither. I couldn’t fully understand what “coaching” would mean for my couple. I assumed it was some kind of couple therapy set in the context of FLR, and didn’t like the image it was suggesting to me about the health of my relationship as a whole. Yes my wife and I might be struggling a little to define what’s the right D/s for us, but I otherwise considered (and still do) my couple to be successful. My wife answered my reluctance by defining coaching as a way for us to better approach our D/s side of the relationship, with the help of someone who had more experience in the subject. I still wasn’t convinced, but agreed to meet the lady once in Japan.

I met Miss Ogawa for the first time a little more than a week ago, with my wife, a few days into my holidays. I didn’t know what to expect, despite my wife having talked to me about her a little. We met at her place. She presented herself with the usual Japanese ceremonial, including the exchange of name cards, and the conversation started off very casual. I was asked about my trip, the places I visited in Japan, etc. I felt like she wanted to make my wife and I comfortable until we would finally get to the big subject. Unfortunately this couldn’t stop my heart from racing like crazy, as all I could think of was that I would talk face to face about my fantasies to a third party for the first time. Also, while I’d say I’m almost fluent in Japanese, she was speaking quite quickly, which made me feel like a fool every time I had to ask her to repeat. She started by saying she was impressed by my wife and I courage to meet her, and had been even more impressed with my wife’s desire to improve our relationship. She then said she wanted to help in that regard, as she had lived a similar situation at the beginning of her relationship.

I asked what she meant by “helping”, to which she answered she wanted to teach my wife and I about “true” FLR. I didn’t like that she would consider her definition of FLR, whatever it’d be, more “true” than ours, but I refrained from making any comment. My wife was quietly acquiescing to almost everything she said, so I figured out it wasn’t news for her. I asked what and how she planned on doing. She said she wanted to take part in our relationship, the time to put things on track, that She would be another dominant for my wife and I to take example from. I asked what’d be in it for her. With a big smile, she answered “money”. I was stunned by her confidence saying that so directly. My wife was still quietly acquiescing. I asked how much, and she gave her price, with the same confidence.

I admitted that I wasn’t that thrilled by the idea, that I didn’t really want to submit to anyone but my wife, and especially not for money, no matter the price. She calmly answered that I would not pay to be dominated by her, but to learn how to be better dominated by my wife. I turned to my wife and asked if it was what she wanted. She said yes, but only if I was really okay with it. To tell the truth, I wasn’t. I wanted to know more about what it’d mean to have another dominant in my couple, entering a very intimate part of my couple, but couldn’t find the words to put it correctly. Would she act like an actual mistress, making . me kneel at her and lick her boots, denying my pleasure, asking me for hers? Or would she act more like an observer? I was a bit to scared to ask and froze a little. My wife must have noticed my distress, as she filled the blank and said we would work the specifics of what I everyone could/should do later, and that the goal was for the three of use to feel comfortable with our roles. I said I couldn’t answer on the spot, needed time to think about it, more information about our “coach”, about the whole situation in general and further discussion with my wife, in private. I didn’t want to come across rude, but felt a bit too much pressured to carefully find my words. Miss Ogawa answered she completely understood, and didn’t expected for an answer so soon. She offered to meet again, 2 days later. I agreed.

My wife didn’t wait longer than the elevator to ask me what I was thinking. I told I was still a bit under the shock, still not so thrilled but willing to move forward if that was really what she wanted. She answered it was, and reminded me that I’d always told her to let me know how I could better fulfill her own desires. Gotcha ...

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Sorry for the long absence everyone. Long time readers know the late August to early September period usually marks my summer hiatus. But this year has seen the break span a little further.

I come back from an eye-opening trip to Japan, where my wife (a.k.a. Princess) and I spent some time redesigning our D/s relationship from the ground up. I'll make several posts, as there's a lot to unpack. But beyond my selfish desire to share my story, I think they are valuable lessons for people who struggle to define their own version of a D/s relationship.

If you read my last posts, you know that my wife had grown a bit tired about her dominant role, and has asked me to take a break. We've had breaks before, we'll have breaks in the future, but this time it felt more than just a small pause in between sessions. It felt like something had grown too much of a burden for my wife, and that she wanted an actual "break" with my fantasies of submission, as she kept saying she was reluctant to get back to D/s every time I  asked.

I have to admit, it surprised me. A LOT. We've been experimenting with D/s and FLR for more than 3 years now. We've got ups and downs, but we worked a lot on many issues, found many solutions, and really found what I thought to be our cruising speed. As you know or might have guessed by now, I'm the one who suggested D/s to my wife, and I'm the one who's been “dominating from below” for the most part of these three years. But since a year or so, the driving force had started to shift, as she got more open with her own kinks and fantasies. She got more strict that I even wanted, punishing me hard for things I would sometimes find unfair. We spent almost a full year into D/s, only taking a few breaks here and there just to feel the tickling need to get back to our roles. So when my wife, after a 3 months breaks, told me she was still feeling tired of being "Princess", I felt like all this progress I thought we had made were gone, in an instant. She left for Japan a week later, while I stayed back to work (as we usually do), and so the break got longer. By the time we reached the 2nd month without having me as her slave (not counting ephemeral role plays in the bedroom) I was getting afraid it’d remain that way for much longer.

I didn’t want to be pushy, so I gave my wife space and didn’t bring the subject back in our discussions. That’s actually her who eventually did, around the top of September. In an email, she said she was thankful for me to have let her enjoy a long break, but that it had been really good for her. She was sorry for still not feeling as comfortable as she’d like to be, despite my efforts to put her in the driver's seat, but still wanted to find a way for my fantasies to work, for the both of us. I was very touched, and didn’t really know how to answer. I didn’t call, because I knew she was staying at her parents and such conversation may have been awkward to have, but I replied that I could never show enough gratitude for what she’d already done for me, that she should take all the time she needed to sort things out.

I got another email the day after, in which she told me she had been looking for information, finally found what she was looking for in a femdom group but was ashamed to have kept it from me. One also has to understand that female sexuality is much more taboo in Japan than it is in western culture, where even there it's only the 10th of what it should be. That means you only get books and blogs depicting images and stories of sadistic mistresses, dressed in black leather and whipping whiny subs. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm for one get off on the mere idea of a cruel mistress (Princess) punishing her misbehaving slave (me). But this shows femdom from the male’s point of view, and doesn't give much hint about what's in it for the women. I would have never believe she would go so far as to contact a femdom group, and was thrilled that she did. I obviously didn’t mind at all that she had found a space to better share her side of the story and/or get guidance. After all, it’s what this blog is mostly about for me.

The group she had found meets twice a month, and otherwise exchange on a message platform. I don’t know much about it. It’s a woman-only space, so I obviously stayed away from it. When she told me about it, my wife hadn’t yet went to any of the meetings, but was wanting to. I gave her my blessing and so she went to next one, which happened to be a couple of days later. She came back ecstatic. She said the other women had shown her what we were missing, and that she was finally ready get another try. Being 14’000Km away, and not knowing a single bit about what had been said or done in that group, I didn’t know what to answer (nor what to expect…) but I answered I was looking forward to know more about her revelation.

The next email she told me she wanted us to get coaching…

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You mention that She "sometimes feels pressured to act more than She would otherwise want." I suppose you are the one providing that pressure, even if you don't realize it or intend it. And I'm guessing that you don't really want to be pressuring her into anything. I wonder if you might ask her what actions of yours you could change so that that doesn't happen again. What is it that you say or do that puts pressure on her, whether directly or inadvertently?

I don’t think neither She or I can point to a specific thing I say or a specific way I act that bothers Her in that regards. As I understands, it’s more a feeling of temporary tiredness about the D/s act we put on.

I’m afraid I don’t have a solution for that (yet). Maybe it’s just a matter of having a small break, take a step back to reflect on what’s working and what’s not, and wait until we’re eager to put the product of our reflection to the test instead of jumping right back into it. We’ve been in our roles for almost a whole year with only small breaks in between quite long sessions. I can understand Her fatigue, and I’d rather put my fantasies on hold than having Her grow a dislike for them.

I wrote I was surprised because She said She had found a role She enjoyed and finally experienced kinks She liked. But even so I guess it is easy to dominate from below when the the D/s fantasy is that of the sub in the first place, and in doing so dictate too a little too much the way I want things to be. There’s always place for improvement. I have to work on that and really figure out a way to give Princess the space She need to find the domme She (and only She) wants to be. In the meantime, I’m more than happy to be Her vanilla-ish husband.

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Hey nice blog! Just wondering, how did you approach the topic of chastity and the d/s domain for the first time to your wife?

I already discussed the subject a few times in the past, so I’ll indulge myself a copy-paste:

Actually, this decision was the result of a long discussion we had on our recent try at a D/S relationship. Yesterday, my wife told me she was not feeling so comfortable in her dominant role. I thought she would say that she didn’t enjoy my fantasy and wanted to stop. Surprisingly, she told me that she enjoyed it but that she was missing me too much and that she wanted more time with her husband, not her slave. I suggested we could simply stop, but she said she wasn’t sure and asked me to describe better my fantasy.I answered that I fantasized about the feeling of being dominated by a woman, constantly denied sexually, forced to do all the chores and forced to worship her in exchange for the hope of an orgasm. But I also said that my fantasy wasn’t only about me, and that I wanted to find a way for her to enjoy it at least as much as me.She said that she understood, but that she didn’t want to become the merciless mistress I was describing. She said she was feeling uncomfortable when I was doing all the cleaning and cooking after my work, while she was doing nothing all day. But she said she enjoyed a lot the nights when she released me from chastity, because she felt so powerful. She also said that she liked teasing me because she felt my desire for her.So I suggested to simply play slave/mistress from times to times only, and that it would be perfectly fine for me to not follow my idealistic image of a D/S relationship, where I’d be constantly dominated. Then, my wife brought up the idea of a chastity cage herself. She said that it would have me feel dominated without her needing to act like my mistress all the time. I would act as her regular loving husband most of the time, while deep down I would remember she owns the keys to my cage. I couldn’t believe her because she was so reluctant to the idea before. I told her my surprise, but she answered that the few past weeks had change her mind and that she wanted to try.Of course, I happily accepted, so we ordered a CB-6000s that should arrive in a couple of days.

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It’s been a little over a month since I paused being Princess’ slave to become my wife’s husband again. Our last D/s “session” spanned over 3 months, so as one can imagine, the transition felt a bit odd at start. I would lie if I said I don’t enjoy a little freedom (and can’t help but feel for those who wore a cage with the temperatures we’ve had ...), but I would also lie if I said I don’t miss being controlled as well. I asked Princess a couple of times to get back at Her feet, but She was reluctant and said She wanted a longer break from D/s.

I told Her I was a little surprised, as I thought we has finally found our cruise speed. Although She agreed and said She really enjoys being a domme, She also told me She sometimes feels pressured to act more than She would otherwise want, and that it was the reason why She wanted a longer break. It may sound stupid, but it was kind of a revelation to realize this is the same feeling I can sometimes get when the chores, the submissive behavior, the rituals etc. feel to much after a hard day at work.

So, apart from the (not so) occasional kinky stuff of the bedroom, we’re still almost back a vanilla couple. I say “almost” because I guess we both take pleasure in maintaining our role to some extend, even for just moments in a day.

Princess will fly to Japan and spend some time with Her family in little more than a week. Like every year I’ll join Her later when I take my holidays and we’ll be back together in September. I guess D/s will have to wait until then.

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Thanks for the brilliant update. Your wife truly is remarkable. Regarding this break from D/S, is it as clean as turning off a light switch, or do you see in either one of you some habitual behaviors carrying or bleeding over from D/S?

It is obviously not as easy as turning a switch. It’s been more than 1 week since the break, but I still feel very submissive quite often, especially at times we’d  normally practice our little rituals, like having to kiss Her feet in the morning or when I get back home. I also can’t completely clear out the other rules I had, like being forbidden to look at women’s shoes. I no longer restrain myself from doing it, but the boner I get clearly feels like I’m enjoying a forbidden fruit.

I'd lie if I said I don’t enjoy having less chores to do though. But that doesn’t mean I let Princess do them all, it’s more than “we” do less around the house. In fact, I think one of the long lasting effects of being in FLR, despite the breaks, is that I’d feel too uncomfortable to let Princess do all the chores, even if She’s a housewife. She got the kitchen back because She actually likes cooking a lot and kind of missed it, but I asked Her to leave laundry (except the iron ...) to me, and I did my fair share (although it was significantly less than what I’ve been used to in the past couple of months) of cleaning last weekend. Having less chores to do also means having a lot more “free” time on my hands. But as I‘ve gotten used to dedicate most of my time to Princess’ needs, I found myself wanting to spend most of my time with Princess. So although I didn’t “serve” Her per say, I did spent my evenings making sure She had everything She wanted.

Another thing that “bleeds over” from D/s is D/s itself. We had sex last weekend, but we couldn’t keep it vanilla and I ended up licking Princess’ foot while She was stroking me with the other one. And although I’m not locked or anything, I’d feel very uncomfortable getting off without Princess’ approval. I just enjoy to be able to stand up to pee...

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Princess offered me, as promised, a very intense weekend. After more than a month and half in chastity, I was lucky enough to finally get my release, but not without some work ...

It started on Saturday morning. She woke up late and had me serve Her breakfast to bed. She let me worship Her feet while She was eating (kisses only). It always makes me so excited to worship Her while She’s doing something else. It always feel like it puts Her in an amazing dominant position. She quickly asked me to focus my attention on a more sensitive area, and so I started pleasuring Her. I was feeling incredibly submissive, trapped in my cage, pleasuring Princess while She was casually eating Her rice. Eventually my service got Her more and more excited, until She couldn’t keep Her act. She pushed my head against Her and told me to make Her cum, which I did.

I was obviously beyond horniness when She then asked me this got me excited. She opened the drawer of Her nightstand and dangled the keys to the chastity device in front of me. She then told me to beg Her to open my cage, which I immediately did. I begged, my eyes down and my hands together, while Princess took a pair of handcuffs out of the same drawer. She asked me to turn around, tied my hands behind my back and finally unlocked my cage! She then told me to follow Her in the living room. We were both naked. She asked me to kneel in against the coffee table, with my erect penis above it and told me to stay there. She came back a few moments later with a jar of jam and some paper towels. I was a bit puzzled, until She placed the towels on the table, and put some jam on my penis. The setup was to check if I’d loose my erection, as She told me She’d let me cum if I could stay hard for 30 minutes by just thinking of Her. And so there I stayed, forbidden to move and doing my best to stay hard while Princess left the room. I tried everything to get my mind aroused, but our coffee table happens to be at a height that only left me with a very little margin. The stain of the jam on the paper towel made it obvious that I had failed Princess’ challenge, and so I got back in the cage. Princess uncuffed me, and sent me to my chores, but said I would have a second chance in the afternoon.

As promised, Princess put me in the same setup in the afternoon, but also let one nice pair of heeled sandals on the table for me to admire. Once again, for almost 30 minutes I did my best to keep my mind on the price. I imagined Princess walking in the shoes that were in front of my eyes, I imagined me worshipping them (as they were too far for me to actually do it), but that wasn’t enough, and once again, I got back in the cage. I almost complained, as it wasn’t like I had lost my erection, but just that I hadn’t been hard enough for a mere second and touched the paper towel. But Princess stopped at the very beginning of my objection to clearly make me understand that anything other than complete obedience would be punished.

I wasn’t allowed any other try for the rest of the day and had to deal with the frustration of having failed Princess’ challenges. But the teasing didn’t stopped just yet. After dinner, Princess had me do Her manicure and pedicure while She watched some Netfilx. Once again, I felt this incredible feeling of submission by serving Princess while She was casually doing something else. She didn’t have me do it for Her hands, but once the polish applied on Her toes, She had me blow on them to dry the paint. I wanted to worship Her feet more, but once the polish dried, She asked me to sit next to Her to continue watching the rest of the movie with Her. She found Herself a place in my arms and we spent the rest of the evening cuddling. It took me a while to forget the pressure of my cage though.

My wish was granted the next morning, when Princess had me worship Her feet when She woke up. Like the day before, the foot licking transformed into a oral pleasuring session. I had some chores to finish, so nothing else too crazy happened in the morning. But after dinner, as it was a quite sunny day, Princess suggested we’d have a walk outside. The teasing started as we were preparing to go out. Princess had me help Her put on a dozen of shoe pairs before She settled for a cute pair of low-heeled pumps. They were open on the front so one  (and me in particular) could see Her beautiful painted toes. We took the car (Princess drove of course) and went for an ice cream in the city. It was a bit difficult to follow Princess‘s rule about not looking at other women’s feet/shoes, especially after She told reminded it to me as we were walking. I had the feeling Princess was lurking for an opportunity to punish me on that so I kept my eyes clearly at head height, until She added that the rule wasn’t about Her feet and shoes. Those words got stuck in my mind until we got back home. Every other minute I could catch myself glaring at Her feet, getting excited at the idea of kissing them and immediately reminded of the chastity device I was still wearing.

I got another shot at Princess’ challenge when we got back. This time, She let the shoes She had been wearing just before on the table, but even so I failed again. I didn’t get back to the cage right away though, as it was time for the weekly hygiene inspection. Having had my cage opened already three times, and my penis washed from the jam at each try, this wasn’t really about hygiene, but more about the ritual. Princess kept teasing me while cleaning my penis, mocking my inability to succeed Her challenge. Then, right after She rinsed me, and against my wildest dreams, She went down on me. I was still forbidden to cum though, and so I had no choice but to ask Her to stop rather quickly. She laughed when I did and complimented me for what a “good boy” I was. She then asked me if I thought now I could stay hard for 30 minutes, and I answered I wanted to try again. Princess accepted, but warned me that if I failed again She’d punish me. I said it was fine with me and tried again. This time too, Princess let the pair of shoes She had been wearing the afternoon in front of me, but this time too I failed. Of course Princess kept Her promise and punished me. She gave me a picture of Her, had me kneel in a corner of the kitchen on some dried rice, my hands cuffed behind my back and my head holding the picture on the wall. She said She’d come back in 15 minutes, and add 15 more if the picture was on the floor. Fortunately for me, I didn’t fail that “challenge” and got freed after the first 15 minutes.

I was about to start preparing dinner when Princess said She wanted to go out instead of dining at home. I waited for Her while She prepped, and once again, She had me help Her try a good part of Her shoes collection. She went for a real pair of high heels this time, almost the same red as Her blazer. We went for not-too-fancy not-too-casual Chinese restaurant, cosy enough so we could have a romantic table. Chinese restaurants often have these long table clothes, which allowed Princess to continue Her endless teasing. While we were eating, I felt Her leg running against mine, until Her foot found its place between my legs. She looked amused by the colors my face must have displayed, and let Her foot here, casually rubbing against my thighs from times to times. I was so excited by all this teasing that I was at the edge of begging Princess to let me cum when we got home, despite knowing very well that I’m strictly forbidden to do such thing. Fortunately I didn’t have to, as Princess offered me a last chance to earn my release as I was taking Her shoes off.

Handcuffs yes, but no paper towels and no jam this time. Instead, Princess had me kneel in front of Her, removed Her tights and used them to tie one of the shoes She had just wore in front of my face, and finally blindfolded me. She then said She would judge by Herself whether or not I’d stay hard enough for this last chance. I stayed there, having no choice but to enjoy the light scent of Her feet. I was hard as never, but still putting all my mind to stay that way. I pictured myself in the position I was, licked the shoe that was pressed on my face and imagined what it’d be like to finally be allowed to cum. Princess stayed silent during the entire time, so much so that only the sound of Her repositioning Herself on the sofa could convince me She hadn’t left the room. After (maybe?) 30 minutes that surely felt like an eternity, She said “well done”, and I could feel something rubbing against my penis. She said I had finally deserved a little reward, and continued rubbing with Her feet. I moved a little bit towards Her but was asked to stay put immediately. I was really hoping the reward was a true orgasm, or even at least a ruined one. As I felt reaching the edge, I timidly asked if I could cum, but the rubbing stopped immediately and Princess said “not yet”. I remember feeling really desperate at this moment and apprehending the moment Princess would tell me to bet back in the cage. Then She said I should beg if I wanted to cum, and so I did. Once again I tried to move towards Her, but got asked to stay put. So I begged, blindfolded, hands tied and on my knees. Princess finally got Her feet back to work, but told me to keep begging. She must have heard from my voice I was getting close because She stopped once more. I implored Her to continue, She asked me if I was ready to clean my mess, of course I said yes and I came like 10 seconds later. I thanked Princess has She uncuffed me, removed the blindfold and Her shoe, and as I said I would, reluctantly licked my mess off Her feet. Once I did, still at Her feet but uncuffed and uncaged, She had me pleasure Her to orgasm. I was ready to cum again but refrained from touching me as I was quite sure this would be cause for a harsh punishment.

But that was the last thing I did as Her slave since then though, as Princess asked for a break with D/s afterwards. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t succeed Her challenge the last time, but She told me She was planning on giving me that release anyway. It makes sense, but still surprises me how good She’s been at making me believe otherwise. Anyway, this awesome weekend ends a quite amazing D/s session of nearly three months. It felt quite weird not to worship Princess’ feet on Monday, but I think it’s good we make a little pause and take some time to reflect about what we’ve been enjoying the most, so that we may have an even greater run next time.

[wafuu-chastity]

Princess promised me an intense weekend. I’m really looking forward to it.

[wafuu-chastity]

It's VERY sexy to hear that Princess is making you do those tedious clothing chores again. Does she give you a physical list of chores before every weekend? And does it sexually arouse you to be given a list of tedious chores like that?

I get a physical list of chores almost every weekend. Princess usually fills it during the week. She says things like “I’ll have you do this, and that, ...” and then put in on the list. I really like the fact that She does it with the cutest possible handwriting, almost like a love letter, yet the list is a very strict order for which any shortcoming can be severely punished.

[wafuu-chastity]

After five weeks of chastity, I’m getting a little desperate for a release. I really thought I would get one last weekend. I’ve had shown good behavior, and satisfied Princess’ standard with respect to my chores. I had spent most of my Saturday at the iron board, taking care of Princess’ laundry, among some other weekend chores, while She went out with some friends. I don’t know why but for some reason, I was quite hopeful this would lead to a release, after more than a month of chastity.

She was expecting to be back late so I knew there were almost no chance of being freed that night. Although She was kind enough to allow me to enjoy the rest of my day once I’d have finished ironing, which I greatly appreciated. Unfortunately, I was Unable to get my mind off of the idea of being let out, and spent a lot of time struggling with the pressure of my cage. I also had some trouble finding sleep. It didn’t help that I had to undress Princess from the beautiful outfit She had picked for the night.

I woke up quite early, but in doing so could take my time to prepare Princess’ breakfast. Once the time was right, I went back to the bedroom to wake Her up. I kissed Her feet as sat on the edge of the bed, as I always do, and tried to initiate a more intimate moment by kissing Her ankles and then Her knees, but was stopped there with a “not now”. I still had some cleaning chores to do, having enjoyed a lot of free time the day before. Once those completed, I offered Princess to give Her some massage. She said I could rub Her feet, which I happily started to do. I was obviously getting quite aroused, and so I tried to get a little further and kiss them. Once again I was stopped with something like “who said you could kiss”, which also ended the massage session.

My last attempt was when we got to the weekly hygiene inspection (which usually happens on Saturday but was postponed as Princess went out). Princess opened the cage, and finally freed I got very hard immediately. This amused Princess, and She said to me it looked like my penis was “misreading” the situation. I asked if that meant She wasn’t planning on letting me cum. I knew it was a borderline request for a release, but I was too horny not to try. Princess answered that I was to stay chaste, and reminded me that I shouldn’t rely on arbitrary periods such as weeks or months to predict releases. I apologized for making such a suggestion, and got lucky enough to not being punished for it. But the cage got locked again.

[wafuu-chastity]

I sometimes wish I could have less chores on my plate. Princess handed me the list of things She wants me to do around the house this weekend, and it ain’t short. Of course I’m in charge of all housecleaning duties, as usual, but this weekend Princess also wants me to take care, once again, of Her wardrobe.

A little over a month ago, Princess had asked me to fold most of Her winter clothes She wouldn’t wear anymore, as warmer days were coming, and to replace them with the remainder of Her spring/summer collection. I spent almost a full day ironing Her clothes (earning myself a memorable punishment for my mediocre ironing skills in the process). I thought I’d be done with that until the end of summer, but Princess wants me to do it all over again. She says it’ll be a good way for me to get more familiar with what’s in store for the requests She occasionally makes, and for Her to sort a little through Her wardrobe and prepare Her next shopping.

I think I finally ended doing a decent job the last time with the way I stored Her clothes, so I hope I won’t have to spend as long at the ironing board this time. But I also don’t wont to disappoint by botching my work, so I know it’ll take me several hours.

[wafuu-chastity]

Princess opened my cage tonight, after a little more than 3 weeks since my last release. As usual, I wasn’t allowed to touch my penis, and of course strictly forbidden to have an orgasm. But unlike She usually does, She didn’t cuffed me. Instead, She enjoyed watching me fight the urge to touch myself, while having me worship Her body and eventually please Her.

She then gave me some free time, but still didn’t put me back in cage, telling me that my erection was a reward for this week’s behavior, and to let Her know when I wanted to be back in. Of course I was still forbidden to do everything that could give me pleasure, so basically my reward was in fact more of a teasing session. I also had to stay naked, so I wouldn’t risk getting any stimulation from my penis rubbing against my clothes.

I wouldn’t have been allowed to go to bed for the same reason, so I knew I’d eventually have to ask to get back in cage. But I waited until Princess decided to sleep, as I didn’t want to have to wake Her up. By the way, thinking about it now, I guess it’d have earned me a solid punishment ...

And so here I am now, still fighting the pressure of my cage after being aroused by the humiliation of asking to get back in chastity.

Thank you for this reward Princess.

[wafuu-chastity]

Sorry for the long silence folks. Part of it was due to the fact that Princess had forbidden me to express opinions in the presence of women, as a punishment for repeated violations of the rule under which I shouldn’t give uninvited opinions to a woman.

This has been an incredibly humiliating punishment, that followed me way beyond the boundaries of the house, so much so that I had to do my best not to get myself into situations obeying would be difficult. The punishment didn’t apply at work (where Princess and I convened that while I should do my best to respect all of Her rules, it shouldn’t interfere with neither my work nor my work relationships), but it did everywhere else! This made interactions with waitresses and cashiers quite awkward. Basically, my only choice was to wait for Princess to come with me, and let Her do the talk. Going to a restaurant meant awkwardly waiting for Princess to give the order, while the staffers were looking at me a little puzzled.

And also Princess made sure I’d understand the punishment would be strictly enforced. It was originally supposed to last only one week, but my first offense (when I answered to a waitress who had asked me if everything was okay with my meal) got me 3 additional days, the second one (when I admitted having sent away a woman from a call center) got me 5 more, and the simple “but” that I answered doubled it. What was the worst about this second extension is that I got it after willingly admitting my misbehavior (which is something Princess wants me to do), while thinking it wouldn’t mind so much due to the circumstances.

In the standpoint of FLR, this was kind of a brilliant punishment that gave incredible power to Princess over me, as I was practically helpless without Her. But from my own point of view, it felt like an really harsh one for mistakes I had self-admitted in the first place. So it’s safe to say I’ve learned my lesson, and hope I’ll never deserve the same punishment again.