How To Get Your Guy Into A Chastity Cage

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Black latex, sweat, submission. Delight.

She absolutely loved bondage novices. Men finding themselves utterly helpless, vulnerable and at the mercy of a dominant woman for the very first time.

The moment she finished securing the last of the restraints in place he instinctively tested them. The effect on him was immediate. He was indeed helpless and going nowhere.

Heart pounding. Mind reeling. Cock stiffening. She responded with mock innocence to his question.

"What am I going to do with you?," she repeated. Mischievously she added, "You mean now that I've got you right where I want you? Unable to move? Totally helpless? So that I can do absolutely anything I want with you and you can't stop me? Hmm? Is that what you mean?"

"Oh god," he groaned, his lifelong fantasy now suddenly becoming unmistakeably real.

Caressing his chest soothingly, she purred, "Sweetheart, we talked about this. Many... many... many times, remember?"

Exhaling and swallowing hard, he nodded. "I do, I remember."

It was true. Through their years of conversing online his trust in her had grown. To the point that over time he had shared fantasy after fantasy with her. Those secrets locked within him that he hid from the rest of the world.

And now, not only did she know all of his deepest unspoken desires, but she had no intention of letting him go until she had fulfilled each and every last one of them for him.

"Mmm, very good," she cooed. "I suppose I could remind you by telling you all about the things I'm about to do to you.... but, I think it would be more effective if I just showed you instead, don't you baby?"

And with that she grinned wickedly, reached for a pair of scissors and began to carefully slice away his last line of defense......

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Waking up in the back of your own luxury car with the bratty, booted Domme might have been fun. But as you’re naked, bound with tight, spiteful zip ties and chewing on her very ripe panties…..you might not be so happy.

Especially as she’s going to reach into one of the compartments to bring out the cock cage and start taking your new slave profile pictures….

Ejaculation As A Weapon.... For Advanced FLR's

This is only for those in advanced FLR's that prefer 24/7 power exchange and strict rules. It's only for those who know beyond a doubt it's all consensual and desired.

There are some women who prefer their submissive to be obedient at all times, without the associated sub-drop that comes with ejaculation. While there are easier methods to reduce this sub-drop duration, such as having him consume his own cum, there are ways of enforcing the mindset that even after he ejaculates, he will still obey.

It is well known, that once he ejaculates, his desire to submit, obey, please, or even be touched, drop off to a minimum. He is out of sub-space and waiting in the refractory period until his sexual energy slowly recharges over the course of the next day or two.

It varies per man, because it depends on how frequently he has had releases, as well as how well teased he was before ejaculation. Generally, the less frequent he ejaculates, the quicker the refractory period recovery time.

However, for the strict domme, it is during this refractory period, in which her dominance can truly shine and his obedience can be built. It's during this period, that punishments are the most effective. After he has ejaculated, his ego is at it's strongest point, and this is why this is meant for advanced FLR's only, because it's also when his feelings can be easily hurt and he can feel neglected. He should never feel abused, and it's not okay if he does.

Therefore, it's important to establish the foundation of the FLR long before attempting this type of domination technique. Also, she should never punish him when she's angry, and should always wait until she has cooled down, so she can punish him with a clear mind.

Ejaculation is often seen as the ultimate reward for a submissive, especially after having been locked in chastity for several days or weeks. In most FLR's it is something to look forward to, but in the more advanced FLR, she can turn his greatest pleasure, into her most sinister weapon.

The use of a whip or a cane generally hurts enough even when he is fully aroused, to make him regret any disobedience or misbehavior. The pain will often take him into sub-space relatively quick and wipe his ego out, and he will be thankful for the correction. However, if she really wants punish him, she can make him regret any transgression, by performing it after ejaculating him.

After ejaculation, the pain is far more intense and not at all enjoyable. He will never want this kind of punishment to happen again, but it is the ultimate display of her dominance, that she can, and will punish him, even when he feels at his least obedient.

She can take this further, into having him perform submissive acts after ejaculation, training him that his obedience to her is never allowed to drop in eagerness, and with the threat of punishment looming, he will quickly learn to remain obedient at all times.

Ejaculation is no longer the reward it once was, and he will quickly realize obedience is his only option, that her rule is absolute, and the best he can strive for is her mercy.

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Holiday Toilet Squirt Calendar

Thanks to @@i-control-sluts-betas-cuckqueans for helping me be a better and better Virgin Beta. Realizing my nub doesn't get any type of sex (and calling what I do get sex is a gross mischaracterization), this post has been edited and updated. My nub has toilet squirts, not sex so the calendar has been renamed to reflect that. Now the calendar is even more perfect for my sexless, virgin nub!

April/Bday: To make it extra special you can have a warm sock. One she wore that night and then gives it to you when you are dismissed to the bathroom. You may squirt into the sock this year. The best orgasm you get all year.

Memorial Day: Definitely a day for you to remember your Virgin status and the beta you have become. No cumming that day to memorialize how pathetic you are.

July 4 and Labor Day are definitely toilet squirts.

Veterans Day is a day of reflection about what others have sacrificed for you. Edge as you reflect on what pleasure your wife has had to sacrifice in order to be married to a pathetic beta like you. Definitely no cumming

Makes sense to celebrate Halloween. To think how scary it is that you are so pathetic. Hump and cum in the toilet that night.

Thanksgiving to be thankful for your wife’s willingness to keep you a virgin and my control to allow her to deal with you less. A day to reflect and edge with no cumming.

Christmas is a day of giving, but you shouldn't expect something special. Give your wife the gift of peace and quiet and meekly ask for a quick and simple solo toilet squirt.

New year’s a holiday to reflect on how pathetic you have been all year. Edging kneeling by the toilet and then squirting into the trash next to the toilet to end the year on the right note

My Own Chastity Story

I’ve mentioned that a few years ago my wife and I tried some chastity play for a while. It started off as “just for a couple of weeks,” and when a couple of weeks went by, we (and yes, it was a “we” decision, we’re not into any serious D/s) thought we’d go for a month. The month turned into two, then three and then six, and it ended up being almost 8 ½ months of 24/7 wear in my CB3000. Although I was unlocked for sex periodically, I was not allowed to have an orgasm during that entire time. Since it was mostly her idea in the first place – we had been looking for a kink to experiment with and that seemed to grab her fancy – I went along with any decision she made about it, just so she could get comfortable with the idea.

At first, she unlocked me a couple of times a week to have sex, and then I would clean up and we would replace the cage. After a month or so, we invested in a good strap-on harness and a good silicone dildo, and my unlockings became less frequent, several times it being four, five, or six weeks running. She prefers penetration over oral, so the harness really worked well for her. When the time came for our agreement to end, we were in the middle of some marital differences, so we put away the toys for a bit. We thought about playing once in a while, but frankly, after 8 months, going for a couple of weeks just didn’t seem quite as exciting, so we didn’t bother with it for a while.

Anyway, about seven or eight months after we had ended the last session, my wife left for a trip to visit some family for a week. I stayed home because of work (and because I enjoy my alone time anyway). So after spending the first day masturbating a few times out of boredom, I dug out the CB3k, cleaned it off and locked it on myself. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for me to get used to it again, so I left it on for the rest of the week. When it came time to head to the airport to pick her up, I was going to remove it, but at the last minute decided to leave it on. I got the bags, we had dinner, and she didn’t discover it until we got home. She felt it against her leg, but didn’t say anything until later on when we went to bed. She then asked why I had put it on and how long I’d worn it (just for the hell of it, and all week). We talked and then made out for a few minutes, and that’s when I discovered something: she was wet. No, I don’t mean the moistness that women get when they’re aroused; I mean literally dripping down her legs with excitement.

I made love to her with my fingers and my mouth for a while, maybe 20 or 30 minutes, and then she asked me to put on the harness. I entered her, slowly at first, resting my weight on her and remembering how to angle myself for her pleasure. By this time I was rock-hard inside my cage, my balls were tight against the ring, everything straining to be free. I found my rhythm, and brought her to a tremendous climax literally within a minute. I slowed to give her time to breathe, and she indicated that I should keep going. As I continued my slow, deep thrusts, she began talking to me – something she rarely does during lovemaking – asking me how it felt to be locked up again, telling me that she missed me inside the device, and telling me how hot it made her to feel the dildo deep inside her with my hard cock inside the cage bumping into her ass. In no time at all she was coming again. And again. And again. It seemed that each time was more powerful than the last. Finally, I whispered in her ear that I didn’t want her to allow me to come that night, that I would stay locked up because it was obviously making her so hot, and she came so suddenly and so hard that she gave herself a headache. We relaxed for a few minutes and then went to sleep. Well, at least she did – I was awake for a while longer, trying to calm down.

We had things to do during the week, so we didn’t even get a chance to talk, let alone have a repeat of that first night. But finally the weekend came, and Friday night found us freshly showered and in bed, our bodies hot against each other. I reminded her that I hadn’t come in over two weeks, and in response, she placed my hand on her mound so I could again feel how wet she had become just thinking about my frustration that week. No oral tonight, she asked me to put the harness on right away, and we spent the next hour in some more serious lovemaking. Again, I noted how turned on she seemed to be, and she kept repeating that she was getting off more and more on the idea of having me locked up. And that’s when it started to come out; she whispered that she wanted to keep me locked up even longer than the last time, to not even let me out for a moment. Each time she mentioned it brought her to another climax, and by the end of the evening she was as worn out as I’d ever seen her. She went right to sleep from sheer exhaustion, while I lay awake for a while, not just from my own frustrated arousal, but also from this new development on her part. Was she really serious?

A few days later I began to get an idea of just how serious she was. We went to bed early one night, and began kissing and fondling each other, and she said that because she was tired, she only wanted me to take her with the dildo for five or ten minutes. So during our lovemaking, I asked her how serious she was about not letting me out and about going for longer than last time. Nine months? Ten? Perhaps a year? She started to respond that the idea of my agreeing to go for a year was so hot… and she climaxed right in the middle of her sentence! Oh yes, she was serious; she’d love to see me frustrated, to know that I’d be aroused and excited all the time just for her. Our “five or ten minutes” soon turned into 45, and again she fell asleep out of exhaustion. Needless to say, I was awake – again – for quite some time.

Fortunately, we managed to make time for each other a couple of days later, and I tried to keep our lovemaking slow and paced. I asked her how serious she was, and each time she kept responding that she wanted me to stay locked up for a long time. Then she asked the tough question: Did I want to know how long? I thought about it, and told her no, I didn’t want to know – I was willing to leave it completely at her discretion. Oh, how that sent her into a series of short, fast orgasms; and when she was done, she asked me to tell her again, to beg her to keep me locked up. Each time I told her that I didn’t want to come sent waves of pleasure through her like I’d never seen. She even suggested that we make a replica of my own cock, so that she’d never have a reason to allow me to be out, and I told her that we could check blowfish.com for something, since they had several that were very natural looking. She wondered how I’d feel about being “replaced”, and of course, I told her that as long as I was keeping her satisfied, it was good enough for me. Ah yes, that was the right answer, and she soon finished, exhausted and happy.

Needless to say, by the end of the week we had checked the Blowfish site and had decided on the Bent Realistic (medium) because it seemed to be the closest thing to my own natural shape and size. I spent the money for the expedited shipping, and soon found just how closely it resembled me – close enough to make her very excited and me very nervous. We couldn’t wait to try it out, though, and soon I was half proud and half jealous of this new addition. The large head stimulated her better than the dildo we had been using, and best – or maybe worst – of all, she kept saying how much it felt just like my own cock. I found that I could position it just a little lower on my hips, and before long my wife was whispering in my ear thoughts and fantasies of keeping me locked in the device for longer and longer periods, of not ever allowing me to come, of forever feeling my cage pressed against her ass while I filled her with my new silicone “friend”. And each time she whispered a new fantasy brought her another wave of pleasure, another climax, and another satisfied sigh.

We finished with her asking me to lay on my back so she could ride me. This is my favorite position because I enjoy watching her. As she pressed herself onto me, I felt the stirrings of a “release”, what I call it when my body is about to release its semen without an orgasm. I told her what was happening, and she paused and asked me to stop. It was very difficult because I’d gotten so completely turned on from pleasuring her, but I managed to hold on. When I was back in control, she told me that she didn’t even want me to release unless she gave me permission, perhaps once a month or so. She continued to move her hips on me, slowly, just enough to keep herself aroused, but not quite enough to come. She told me that she found herself even more excited this time around than the previous session, and while she couldn’t explain what the attraction was to her, it became obvious that she had developed a serious kink, perhaps even a fetish for this. As she worked herself into the last climax of the night, she confessed that the hottest thing in the world at the moment was knowing that I was caged, frustrated, and aroused just for her. She said that she was serious about not allowing me to come, and in fact, about not even allowing me out of the cage for at least six months and probably for a year, to a year and a half – right up until the summer. Could I handle it?

I don’t know.

Could I?

Could you?