God Shy Boys Make Me Want To Hold Them And Pet Their Head But Also Make Me Want To Push Them Up Against

How do you handle releases for boys you personally lock? Do you observe and relock them immediately or give them the key and tell them to call you when they want back in the cage? Do they ever get weeks off or is it always back to back chastity?

Back to back.

Well, in the first days and weeks there are very few rules. Getting the right fit trumps everything else. It’s a pain because you’d like to just jump in with both feet and say, “I’ve got you now, my pretty!” but the reality is that it just takes time to get it right.

But when the game is afoot then the goal is to keep the libido high. That means he gets ONE orgasm upon release. (Two if he’s really good.) If you let him wank until his prostate is utterly empty you’re essentially rolling back all your control over him to zero. The prostate can hold something like four or five ejaculations. You want that topped off as soon as possible so he gets back up to full arousal within a couple days. If you give him weeks off you’re risking losing him.

Yes, if I’m personally locking and the boy is local, I supervise the releases. It’s not so much a security thing as an enjoyment thing. That’s one of my favorite parts. Seeing the desperation on his face turn to anticipation then ultimate bliss. Then seeing his relaxed dopamine-drenched mind suddenly realize the cage is sliding back on before the orgasm glow has fully subsided. It’s emotional whiplash and it’s very exciting.

One slave getting punished while the other gets a reward

“A sparkling kitchen, that’s what I like to see” she said proudly, running a finger along a worktop in a mock check for dust. She didn’t need to check, she already knew it would be immaculate.

She didn’t need to bark orders at David, she simply clicked her fingers and pointed to the floor.

He had sunken to his knees and met the toe of her heel with his lips in an instant. Conditioned to obey without hesitation.

“You can kiss my shoes whilst I wait for my Taxi David” she purred smugly.

“Yes Goddess” he said, inbetween loving kisses planted on her shoes. Elegant tan stillettoes that he’d polished that very morning. He had enjoyed a quiet moment, brushing them quietly whilst at her feet as she caught up with the news on her iPad.

David found himself prostrate before his wife, kissing her shoes whilst she sipped her glass of prosecco and awaited the Taxi that would take her to a night out with girlfriends. Whilst she partied, hIs list of household chores and projects she’d assigned him would keep him busy most of the night.

“If you get to end of your to do list I’ll allow you to have a small glass of wine” she said calmly.

“Thank you Goddess” he said, thankful for the treat on a Friday night.

“And if you do a good job” she said, slipping a foot out of her heel and pressing her toes against his nose and mouth, “I might let you give me some special kisses”.

He groaned with delight and felt his chastity cage tighten whilst his devotion to her foot hastened. He relished the prospect of “special kisses” - his wife’s code word for prolonged oral worship from her submissive husband.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you David” she whispered.

“Oh yes, thank you, yes please Goddess” he mumbled as he eagerly took her toes in his mouth. Toes that he’d bathed and pedicured the night before.

“Good boy” she said, before slipping her heel back on and walking out into the night leaving him lying on the kitchen tiles.

teach me how to kiss, please?

only if you promise not to cry about the constructive criticism and swear that you’ll retain all of it and not just bounce back to not being excellent at it again in a few months

had that happen as a teenager with a guy I semi-regularly made out with at parties I taught him so well and then we didn’t make out for a month or so and bam he was back to the miserable performance from the beginning and back then I had way more patience with shit like that

being a crybaby or anxiety ridden mess? no problem, i got all the patience in the world, baby doll. being a bad kisser? nuh uh, that’s where I draw the fucking line. that shit is unacceptable

Hope you have a great time while I’m out dancing Fifi.  Just remember if you don’t drop that quarter I’ll let you have a little squirt tomorrow, careful not to squirm or you might drop it, the way you’re tied I doubt you’ll be able to get it between the wall and your nose again.  Wish me luck, hopefully I can find a good man tonight.  Oh I forgot let my set the plug to random vibrate.  

Good luck Fifi, I’ll be rooting for you. 

"I could fix him," and I could make him beg like a whore. What's your point?