I Believe All Men Should Be Locked In Chastity
My husband Phil maintains his cock; I own it. I value it highly and don’t let anyone, even him, ever touch it. As with anything a person values highly, I keep it locked and I would recommend this approach to any woman who wants to make sure her property is safe, secure and untouched.
About five years ago Phil and I began experimenting with orgasm control and his servitude to my whims. At first we thought it was quite kinky to make love without any orgasm for him for a day or two. He’d eat me to orgasm and I‘d tease and edge him until he was frantic, then I’d tell him he was out of luck and I’d make him wait until the next day. This was fun and exciting as far as it went and I began to notice that after his teasing and before he had cum he was extremely interested in keeping me happy. I reasoned that extending his wait would increase his devotion to me and I was right. Unfortunately no more than three days or so would go by before Phil would “take matters into his own hands” so to speak and spoil the fun, at least from my perspective.
A bit of research online and I happened upon a variety of sex toys known as chastity devices. Not having been born with male junk, these looked pretty uncomfortable to me but further research helped me to discover the Holy Trainer. This turned out to be a stroke of beginners luck as it is comfortable for Phil to wear or, at least as comfortable as going without orgasm for extended play can be.
Extended play is such a concept. Phil has gone as long as 4-5 months locked up without any release and his rising urgency is a delight to behold. He is now at the 101-day mark on his current “fast” and I see no reason to release him any time soon. He had four orgasms in 2018 and I had many more than I can count. His last was in early December and before that in late June. He has not cum at all this year and if I make him wait until June 28 of this year he will have gone an entire year with only one cumming. The temptation is high.
This is not just a process of locking him up and forgetting him. In addition to eating me, fingering me and fucking me with a strap-on, all of which drive him crazy, I make sure to regularly tease the hell out of him. His nipples are, if anything, more sensitive than mine are so I love to tease and suck on them. He’s a real fan of lingerie so I make a point of walking around the house in next to nothing or wispy little bits of silk and I love playing with his balls and verbally taunting him abut his locked and deprived state. I know it causes him great distress when, after I’ve cum for the second or third time I explain just how delicious and exciting my orgasm is as I stroke his trapped junk as I drift off to sleep.
He puts up with this because I’ve taken some pictures of him in some pretty embarrassing situations. I once had him put on my bra and panties and another time I asked him to fuck a cheap, inflatable sex doll. Now that I have those photos, I can threaten to show the photos to my girlfriends if he doesn’t comply with my demands. The trick is to keep the demands less onerous that the embarrassment.
Another activity I find enormously fun is I have him strip naked (except for his lock, of course) and kneel before me as I sit dressed only in a bit of lingerie. Then I have him beg me for release. He has to be sincere and creative or I tell him I will never let him go or I‘ll show the photos. He has at times been pitifully desperate and I almost weakened but keeping him waiting is just too much fun.
I’m a thoroughly heterosexual woman and I really like men. I’m not, however, unaware of their typical flaws. They can be slobs and self-centered and often times a bit thoughtless when it comes to a woman’s happiness; not Phil. Phil lives to please me. Phil is desperate to find anything that will improve my mood. I haven’t cooked a meal or cleaned the house or done laundry in years. It’s very rare that I have clean up after sex but on those rare occasions, it’s amazing how much cum there is to clean up. I guess that’s the cost of this approach.
The ultimate threat and the one I can’t realistically rule out I permanent chastity. I can see a time when Phil will have his last ever orgasm as he accepts the retirement of his cock. The mere thought of keeping him permanently and increasingly horny forever almost makes me cum. I haven’t told Phil this yet but it is commonly the fantasy I entertain as he is eating me or fingering me and I approach my own orgasm. I think it’s ironic that the thought that often gets me over as I get near to cumming is the thought of never letting Phil cum again. He could soon be in very serious trouble.
About five years ago Phil and I began experimenting with orgasm control and his servitude to my whims. At first we thought it was quite kinky to make love without any orgasm for him for a day or two. He’d eat me to orgasm and I‘d tease and edge him until he was frantic, then I’d tell him he was out of luck and I’d make him wait until the next day. This was fun and exciting as far as it went and I began to notice that after his teasing and before he had cum he was extremely interested in keeping me happy. I reasoned that extending his wait would increase his devotion to me and I was right. Unfortunately no more than three days or so would go by before Phil would “take matters into his own hands” so to speak and spoil the fun, at least from my perspective.
A bit of research online and I happened upon a variety of sex toys known as chastity devices. Not having been born with male junk, these looked pretty uncomfortable to me but further research helped me to discover the Holy Trainer. This turned out to be a stroke of beginners luck as it is comfortable for Phil to wear or, at least as comfortable as going without orgasm for extended play can be.
Extended play is such a concept. Phil has gone as long as 4-5 months locked up without any release and his rising urgency is a delight to behold. He is now at the 101-day mark on his current “fast” and I see no reason to release him any time soon. He had four orgasms in 2018 and I had many more than I can count. His last was in early December and before that in late June. He has not cum at all this year and if I make him wait until June 28 of this year he will have gone an entire year with only one cumming. The temptation is high.
This is not just a process of locking him up and forgetting him. In addition to eating me, fingering me and fucking me with a strap-on, all of which drive him crazy, I make sure to regularly tease the hell out of him. His nipples are, if anything, more sensitive than mine are so I love to tease and suck on them. He’s a real fan of lingerie so I make a point of walking around the house in next to nothing or wispy little bits of silk and I love playing with his balls and verbally taunting him abut his locked and deprived state. I know it causes him great distress when, after I’ve cum for the second or third time I explain just how delicious and exciting my orgasm is as I stroke his trapped junk as I drift off to sleep.
He puts up with this because I’ve taken some pictures of him in some pretty embarrassing situations. I once had him put on my bra and panties and another time I asked him to fuck a cheap, inflatable sex doll. Now that I have those photos, I can threaten to show the photos to my girlfriends if he doesn’t comply with my demands. The trick is to keep the demands less onerous that the embarrassment.
Another activity I find enormously fun is I have him strip naked (except for his lock, of course) and kneel before me as I sit dressed only in a bit of lingerie. Then I have him beg me for release. He has to be sincere and creative or I tell him I will never let him go or I‘ll show the photos. He has at times been pitifully desperate and I almost weakened but keeping him waiting is just too much fun.
I’m a thoroughly heterosexual woman and I really like men. I’m not, however, unaware of their typical flaws. They can be slobs and self-centered and often times a bit thoughtless when it comes to a woman’s happiness; not Phil. Phil lives to please me. Phil is desperate to find anything that will improve my mood. I haven’t cooked a meal or cleaned the house or done laundry in years. It’s very rare that I have clean up after sex but on those rare occasions, it’s amazing how much cum there is to clean up. I guess that’s the cost of this approach.
The ultimate threat and the one I can’t realistically rule out I permanent chastity. I can see a time when Phil will have his last ever orgasm as he accepts the retirement of his cock. The mere thought of keeping him permanently and increasingly horny forever almost makes me cum. I haven’t told Phil this yet but it is commonly the fantasy I entertain as he is eating me or fingering me and I approach my own orgasm. I think it’s ironic that the thought that often gets me over as I get near to cumming is the thought of never letting Phil cum again. He could soon be in very serious trouble.
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