She Stopped Me Mid-sentence… I Veered From My Pride Explaining My Wife’s Preferences To Keep Me Aroused

“You’re sure giggling a lot for someone who’s not ticklish”

Evi Hansen on a Sunday morning

@myheartinherhands

8 years ago my husband told me he wanted to try chastity. I thought ‘that’s a little weird” but it also turned me on a bit. Once I got over my hang ups, I learned I loved locking him up! Why?

1) more frequent orgasms - every weekday morning after the gym and a shower, I have my husband give me an orgasm using his mouth, hand or vibrator. This has really kept me motivated going to the gym and that’s just my morning workday routine!

2) a faux dick - my husband has a strap on to wear when I’m in the mood to get fucked but I’m not ready to unlock him. The desperate effort he puts into those hips when he fucks me while caged is intense & the orgasms are unreal! One tip for the strap on, put the dildo in hot water first to get it to around 98.7 degrees for a more natural feel.

3) sex - when I unlock him and we make love he knows that he cannot cum before I do. Our love making is passionate and raw. After I orgasm, he will ask me if he can cum when he’s close. If he’s been really good, I’ll let him. Other times I’ll say ‘no’ and tell him to go lock back up. It’s so sexy to have him melting in my hands and lusting with desire for me after I deny him an orgasm.

4) handjobs - I love to unlock him and blindfold him so he’s not looking at me. I’ll grab the oil and rub his dick. I start slow with gentle strokes then move to faster, firmer strokes. I love listening to his breathing and watching his body moving with pleasure. I also love how hard his cock feels as I’m stroking him. When he tells me he is getting close, I remove my hands and let that feeling of about to cum go away. Then I’ll start again to bring him to the edge 2 or 3 more times. Many times I will stop before he cums and snuggle up to him, laying on his chest, listening to his breathing become less heavy and watching his erection go away. Then I’ll tell him to go lock up. The sexual power of doing this without an ejaculation keeps his hands all over me for days and days. I love that sexual control over him.

5) Rules - a popular question I have been asked on my Tumblr deleted account is if guys are allowed to ask be unlocked or to ask to cum? Some wives will say, ‘no’ they can’t ask and will extend the time to be locked. Others will say ‘yes’ because they want to hear him beg and they may or not release him. The rules should be clear. My husband has only asked to be released 2 times. Both went like this. Him: can you unlock me? It’s been so long. Me: [sad face] No. Sorry. [smirk] But now you’ll be locked up for 2 more weeks for asking.” I think I made myself clear - I decide. Another rule for my hubby is that he has to go to the gym at least 4 days a week for me to consider unlocking him, otherwise I will add more time. He’s lost just over 10 pounds and his starter 6-pack abs really contrast with his steel cage! Make sure he knows your rules and expectations either by your words or actions.

6) don’t let it get stale (teasing & denial) - if you have your man caged, you already love being in control. Do you know the most effective way to fuck with a man after locking him up? A constant effort to make his dick hard in the cage. That means teasing and it melts their f-ing minds! Wear revealing things. Brush your ass against his cage when you walk by. Tell him things you would do to him if he wasn’t locked. Grab his cage and tease him that his dick can’t get hard. The more you tease, the more rewards you get in the form of attention!

7) blurred edges - Do you have some chores that need to be done? Are there some habits you’d like for him to break? Is there a kink that you want to try out? You would be very surprised at what your husband is willing to do for you once he’s been locked up for a while, you just need to ask or tell!!

Life of A Drone:

It is not uncommon for a subject to regret their choice mid-conversion. The weight of their decision, the sensory overload of their new body, or the now real promise of mindless oblivion trigger a flight or fight response more intense than any human emotion previously felt. Such subjects must be restrained for their own safety, as well as that of our staff, until the final phase of the transformation is achieved. Regardless of how they struggle, the result is the same. A blissfully blank drone, programmed for a new existence serving its betters. 

68 Days

The longest I had ever been denied before was just over a month. We were already getting close to that when, at 29 days, she casually, off-handedly, like it was a side thought even, told me I would be doing JuNO. I felt a pit in my stomach and a wave of concern. This was doubling the time I'd spend without a release. I didn't know if I could do it or what it would be like... What would it be like? What would it be knowing that I couldn't cum for another entire month after it had already been so long? Would I just accept it? The challenge of it tugged at a certain part of me, and her confidence in asserting that I would not cum in June left me with no question as to whether I could convince her otherwise. I was surprised how quickly I accepted it.

Midway through June, just as I was feeling good about making it halfway and having what seemed like a manageable two weeks remaining, I made a misstep, and she quickly added a week of punishment denial to my time. Instead of two weeks I was now staring down at least three.

The next two weeks actually passed relatively easily as I settled in more to long term denial. As the memory of my last orgasm faded further into the past, it somehow seemed less like something I was thinking about all the time, certainly not as vividly as I had the first couple of weeks. That week of punishment denial, though... that was rough. Knowing that I could have cum suddenly made it so much harder, not to mention her relentlessly edging me the whole week. She built it up to dozens of times per day, to the point where by the end of the week I didn't know if I was on the edge any more or not. It was like I was just constantly there, so close that any touch felt like it would push me right back to the edge.

That's the state I was in on day 68. And she did not make it an easy day for me. Maybe out of anticipation, or so much edging, or so much buildup, or who knows what, my cock felt extra sensitive that day. And she had me edging early and often, regularly running straight up to the edge of that cliff before stopping on my tiptoes and staring over. 

And that was just during the day. By the evening, my head was just a swirl of submissive angst and yearning, just as she wanted it to be. There I was, on my knees, stripped, a plug in my ass, ready to dive deeper into that vortex.

The edges kept coming, until I didn't know up from down, until I was just a whimpering mess.

"Oh, what's wrong, fuck toy?"

"Please..." I whimpered, "it's so agonizing."

"Aww," she laughed, "but it's still early, and the next few hours are going to be even more agonizing."

The crash of leather tails onto my back brought a fresh flush of blood rushing through my body, but the flogger did nothing to ease the waves of neediness surging through my cock. Nor did the heavy slap of a leather paddle on my ass. They only made the throbbing grow, at this point every sensation only amplifying the desperate achiness in my cock.

"Now, I want full control of your ass."

The first time the plug buzzed made my whole body shudder. I could sense her laughing at that under her breath. I didn't have to wait long for more. As she commanded the plug through its crescendo I felt my head roll back and my core quiver.

"Keep edging you pathetic little edge slut."

And I did, on and on, marching right up to the edge before twisting away in helpless despair, while she sat back and casually toyed with the plug in my ass, snickering in delight at my agony and desperation. And it just kept getting harder. She made it harder and harder, ramping up the plug just as she knew I was getting right up to the edge, trying to tip me over, so close that I had to wrestle the cum back inside my overworked cock, so that I was left hunched over panting heavily.

She took the plug out, but only to apply ginger paste and put it back in again so that my ass would burn through the rest of the night. She put clamps on my nipples because she wanted me to feel more pain, more sensations to overwhelm my body and mind. She made me hold the edge, walking that razor-thin ridgeline for a grueling 30 seconds until I could step back.

I can't even remember now everything she did to me -- I was so deep into a dense submissive haze -- but she did let me cum. It took me a moment for her words to register when I heard her finally say, "Cum for me."

I thought I would just erupt after so long, but it wasn't like that. It was more like a river that finally broke through an embankment and roared down the other side. 

She wasn't through with me, though. No, once wasn't enough. She found there was more upstream that rushed through me.

She still wanted more. "Don't you dare stop stroking." The river had run dry, but still one more time my hips bucked, my abs clenched, and my cock surged.

And yet still she was relentless, until pleasure turned into pain -- they're always so close anyway -- then back into pleasure and back into pain again. Until I was left sweating and squirming. Until my cock was trembling. Until she finally left me spent, broken, and exhilarated on the floor.