When To Allow Release

When to allow Release

The break in period

Initially, you need to find a comfortable, safe, and hygienic chastity device which your husband can wear for extended periods. Maybe your husband has already bought a device before he approached you, maybe you still need to buy one together. In any case, you should start slowly to let him adjust and make sure the device is fit for long-term wear and that the size is correct.

First, start a routine every day for a few hours.

If and when he is comfortable in the cage, you can step it up to a full day.

Then to 48 hours. Once he is through the 48 hour period and all is well, now you can make the first big jump:

3 weeks. Absolutely no less.

What is it about 3 weeks?

Well, firstly it’s long enough that any short-lived fantasties about being locked will be forgotten. Secondly, it goes one full week past the male’s typical 14 day sexual rollercoaster cycle. After sexual release, males experience dramatic drops in oxytocin and spikes in prolactin. Oxytocin is the caring, cuddling love hormone, while excess prolactin is the cause of irritability, decreased testosterone, and a substantial loss of libido. It usually takes between 5-10 days for these hormones to stabilise in the male. If we were to give him a sexual release once per week, these hormones would never stabilize. Beyond the 10 day mark, the positive effects heighten further.

Pushing him to the 3 week mark means he has stabilised and then gone beyond, where we get 10-15 days of high oxytocin and low prolactin levels… which is what we want! You can read more about this in an article on the science of male chastity here.

After that? Up to you!

After the ‘settling’ phase, you should not think too much about lock-up periods. He gets unlocked whenever you feel like it, although of course being unlocked doesn’t necessarily mean you will allow him to cum. You have GOT to try the ‘touchless orgasm/release’ technique - probably the most mind blowing thing you will ever do to your man.

Feel free to go with a fixed schedule, such as one ejaculation allowed per 3 weeks, if that makes things easier for you – but don’t make it too predictable, so also consider delaying or skipping a release date. For more experienced lovers, it is almost universally held by women who seriously practice chastity for their male that initial enforcement of chastity should be at least three months of continuous wear without relief after you go through the break in period of getting a device that fits. This means that for the initial three months, the chastity cage must not come off, not even if you want to use his penis for sex.

Find what is right for you. After the ‘right’ amount of time being locked up, your husband would be willing to do almost anything for a release so in that sense the chastity device will have done its job physically but also mentally.

Some of the women I talked with said their males initially back down from their wanting to be put in chastity when faced with a longer lock ups If so, he is not yet willing to surrender the control to you necessary to make the relationship work through the use of chastity. Don’t push him, just gently remind him whenever he brings up the topic of chastity that you will only do it on your terms. When he agrees, he is ready. You will need to be strong and keep up your end of the bargain.

So, long answer: see above.

Short answer: push for 3 months.

Release schedule after the initial lock-up period

Once you allow him his first release it is entirely up to you how many sexual experiences you allow, how they occur and how the ejaculate is disposed. But how often should he be allowed to cum after the initial denial period? There are a few different views. No matter which system you choose, it is usually best to ask yourself if it wouldn’t be better to go longer.

Remember, you have the power. He wants you to!

Drool - Part 3

💊 Part 1 💊 Part 2 💊

"Oh no, Jess! It looks like our newest patient had a visit from the Potty Monster."

Your brain feels like it's melting. You're desperate to tic, but every muscle in your body is too sluggish and heavy to do more than slosh around in the sinking pool that has become your mattress. The enormous pacifier strapped in your mouth bubbles and squeaks as your lolling tongue pushes creamy drool through the pink shield. But that familiar wetness has been joined by a new one: a puddle of bitter-smelling urine that has periodically expanded and reheated over the last hour, your lower body paralyzed by Nurse Molly's muscle relaxers.

"Mmmmnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh," you moan into the thick shaft of the pacifier, dripping pathetically onto the tight cloth bib. The weight of your accumulating drool has now pasted the bib to your chest, and you can feel your saliva seeping through the thin pink paper of your hospital gown.

"You never mentioned any bladder troubles on your application, honey. It's okay, but it's a very important detail for the doctor to know about before your treatment can start!"

Your face gets so hot you can practically feel it crackle. You DON'T have bladder troubles! Nurse Molly obviously gave you too many muscle relaxers! You want to stammer out in protest, but with the leather strap securing the pacifier to your lips, you're completely unable to contradict your nurse's assumptions.

"Jess, I'm going to go fetch some protection. Can you do what you can with the waterworks?"

You become aware of a new presence as Nurse Molly leaves the room: a young woman in a white uniform with shoulder-length hair dyed in an eye-popping pink. You're humiliated to be seen by a stranger while you're writhing stupidly in a lake of your own pee and drool, nursing a fat pacifier and barely able to lift your worthless, mittened hands. You turn your head away as she approaches.

"Hmph. Just what we needed...another bedwetter," she says, her voice oozing with a mix of amusement and genuine frustration. "I'm Nurse Jessica; I'm usually on the night shift. I looked at your file. You're a twitchy one, aren't you? You've got a lot of work ahead of you, especially if we have to start dealing with soaked mattresses."

Nurse Jessica reaches behind your head to untie your cloth bib and peels the saturated square of fabric off of your chest. She tosses it to the floor with a wet plop before folding down the pink-and-white fiberglass guardrails of your bed. You desperately want to explain that you're not actually a bedwetter...but as the pink-haired nurse rolls you onto your side and begins laying down piles of dry towels, all you can do is suckle, sniffle, and moan.

Still unable to move under your own power, you try to focus on the television that has been playing non-stop since you were brought to the room. The bunny cartoon has been replaced with a show where some lady in a princess costume is interacting with puppets. The dialogue and plot are deliriously simple, but it's still preferable to acknowledging Nurse Jessica as she tears off your damp paper hospital gown and begins scrubbing your naked bottom. Once again, lacking any outlet for your instinct to tic, you try to concentrate your nervous energy on the rubbery bulb of the pacifier in your mouth.

"How's our super soaker?"

You hear the familiar voice of Nurse Molly as she pulls back the privacy curtain of your room. At first, it looks like she's brought some extra towels for mopping up your accident, but then you realize...

"Thick, thirsty diapers for our shy little lamb! Don't worry, honey, it's not uncommon for people with motor control issues to have some bladder problems. You didn't have to be embarrassed!"

"Nnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!" You cry out in a panic as Nurse Molly unfurls the massive diaper, holding its hourglass shape aloft like a white flag of surrender for your dignity. The plastic backing crinkles and pops, and you begin to writhe in your bed as she approaches with the mass of soft, heavy padding.

"Nnngh! Nnngh! Nnnnnnnnnngh!" Gurgling uselessly into the rubbery nipple that fills your mouth, the lingering effects of the muscle relaxers join forces with the puffy, constraining mittens to leave you completely at the mercy of these two beautiful nurses. Unable to communicate, you stare up at Nurse Jessica with pleading, desperate eyes as Nurse Molly snaps on a fresh pair of latex gloves and squeezes a liberal amount of white cream into her palm.

"Oh...do you need to tic? Get the wiggles out?" Nurse Jessica sneers, ignoring your obvious panic at the prospect of being taped into the massive diaper. She retreats over to the white-and-pink dresser, which you're surprised to realize is stocked not with the clothes and personal items you brought to the clinic, but with a menagerie of animal plushies, toys, and strange-looking clothes.

"Here, cuddle with Honey Horn. That should calm you down." Nurse Jessica dangles a giant stuffed unicorn above you, nuzzling it against your naked chest in a bid for you to grasp on.

You gasp slurpily as you feel the cold cream in Nurse Molly's gloved hand against the sensitive skin of your bottom. Instinctively, you wrap your bare arms around Honey Horn and pull her against your shivering body, aching for warmth and stimulation. All you can do is suckle, wimper, and squeeze the plushie unicorn as Nurse Molly lifts your legs so they form a right angle with the ceiling.

Nurse Jessica holds your ankles, and you feel the cold, damp towels replaced by a velvety, dry cloud. You wiggle against the odd sensation of your cream-slathered skin on the cottony lining of the soft diaper. You've regained enough feeling in your legs to feel the tightness of the leg guards hugging your thighs as Nurse Molly folds the popping plastic up to your belly button. The ripping tapes are like thunder in your ears, and when the nurses' hands finally let go, the new bulk around your hips stays. You summon the strength to shift Honey Horn to the side, just so you can behold what you already know: you've been snugly and securely diapered.

"Now we need to change out this mattress, honey, so we'll need you to get out of bed. It looks like you still have jelly legs from your medicine, so it's probably safest if you hang out with Honey Horn on the floor."

The nurses work together to lift you up and slide a purple cotton t-shirt over your torso before tying a fresh cotton bib around your neck. By the time Nurse Molly helps you plop down onto the pink blanket that Nurse Jessica spread out on the linoleum, your bib is already catching droplets of warm drool that ooze through the shield of your ever-present pacifier. You have no choice but to cling to Honey Horn, unable to do anything else with your mittened hands as you try to summon feeling back into your legs with weak kicks of your pink jelly sandals. And as you lie on your back, squirming and moaning through helpless suckling, your ears ring with the crinkles and pops of your fluffy white diaper, bulging like a balloon, overwhelming your senses with its tightness, its bulk, and its crackling song...

Crinkle, pop, squish, suck. Crinkle, pop, squish, suck.

💊 Part 4 💊

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dangerousangleofadream

7 months ago

Tied together featuring pixiebait and adorgeous

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dangerousangleofadream

7 months ago

Usually she ties the slave to the post when she wants to use the bullwhip on him in the courtyard. Occasionally though she hoods him to protect his ears and eyes, locks his wrist cuffs to his collar and hobbles him with an 18 inch chain between his ankle cuffs. She then tells he him he is allowed to move about as he likes to try to avoid the lash. She enjoys watching his futile attempts to evade Her in the small courtyard, his fear as she stalks him and the sound of the lash on his flesh and his scream. Before long he will obediently circle the courtyard in the direction She commands like a horse on a lunge as She whips his ass, back and thighs until She is satisfied.

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dangerousangleofadream

6 months ago

N has decided to "strike while the iron is hot" and arranged to meet the big guy from H's Halloween party tonight. She says if all goes well with him, she may bring forward my release, but I'm not building my hopes up about that as she may just be teasing.

In any case, I've reached the stage now where I'm relatively at peace with being kept chaste, except of course for when N teases me, which is admittedly often; and I still loathe the cage, even if it is helping me avoid temptation.

N has also been talking about feminising me again, this time making me buy a dress of my own for the purpose. It's totally a whim of hers and not something that appeals to me; but if it pleases her, then I will embrace it. I am all about obeying and pleasing my Mistress.

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