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Here is the final piece ‘chastity 101′. A busty teacher informs her pupils on the wonders of chastity and how to go about it the right way. Of course it involves keyholding, prostate milking and being a slut! I feel like this could be expanded into a series of images, let me know what you think.
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2 Holes or 3 Holes
I’m always looking for ways to be a better fuckpig. I know that’s kind of an oxymoron (a thinking fuckpig), but I try to always do my best. It’s come to my attention that there are two frames of mind, for those who use worthless cunts. Some men want a cum dumpster with three working holes, each of them to use for their sexual gratification. Other Men don’t want to use the cunt, just the mouth and ass.
I can see the logic from each side, and given that I’m just a cunt, and am not supposed to add any value. but I am always striving to serve Men better, to maximize their pleasure. It’s easy to understand why all three holes would be utilized to provide pleasure for one Man or for multiple Men. I have thought that there might be a couple of reasons that men might just want to keep the cunt off limits, but I’d like to ask the question to anyone reading this. Is it because the cunt is the natural place for a woman to receive sexual pleasure, and the Man wants to deny that cunt any pleasure at all? Is it that they are reserving the cunt for future breeding purposes? Is it because after a cunt’s been fucked so many times, that it stretches out to a gaping hole that ceases to provide pleasure?
I don’t necessarily deserve an answer, and I can say that I’ll happily serve a Man, whether he wants to use one, two or all three of my holes. But, any answers to this question that I’m pondering would help. Thanks to all of those superior Men who would honor me with a response.
I’m really into orgasm denial. When a slut is in denial a Man can’t risk fucking her pussy. She might have an accidental orgasm! It’s best to play it safe and just use the other two holes.
When the Alpha Woman speak the man needs to show respect and remain silent. Her words are far more important then anything he may have to say.
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This chastity thing had gotten way out of hand. After two weeks locked up at the hands of your wife, you’ve found yourself becoming more of a maid then a husband, doing all the laundry, dishes, picking up your wife’s dry cleaning, while she spent more time in the gym chatting with the likes of Cheryl. Being brainwashed by Cheryl, you thought. You finally summoned the nerve to confront Cheryl, the one who has been feeding your wife stories about the benefits of male chastity, while encouraging her to stay strong, despite your objections, and keep you locked. You imagined that your visit would rattle her and she’d back down and stop feeding your wife these stories. Unfortunately, it did not go as expected. When you laid your eyes on Cheryl your mind went blank. You felt your little cock try to bulge within the confines of the cage. You attempted to spit out the speech you had rehearsed, but the words were jumbled. They made no sense. Her eyes seem to look right into your soul. In your head, you imagined you’d show up, put on some tough guy act, and convince Cheryl to leave you and your wife alone. You realized your knees where shaking and you stuttered and mumbled a bunch of gibberish. Cheryl exuded self confidence and you felt foolish. You suddenly understood how she so expertly convinced your wife to lock up your useless cock and take over your marriage. Foolish and weak as nonsensical words poured out your mouth. You finally managed to spit out the words you came to say - “Um, Cheryl, I want you to stay away from my wife and stop meddling in our marriage”. The words came out weak. She sensed your fear and growing insecurity. She snickered. When she spoke, she was kind but firm. Almost condescending. Her confidence never wavered. Almost as if she knew you were defeated.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t sever my friendship with your wife. Instead, I am going to help her get obtain the marriage that she has longed for and deserves”
You felt your face going flush, but no words came to mind. You were frozen in fear before this powerful woman. She observed you, slumped, defeated, humbled, knees shaking like a scared little boy. A bitch if you will. Her face took on a more serious expression as did the tone of the next words out of her mouth.
“I understand this is not the outcome you were looking for, but it’s how it’s going to be - Is that a problem for you? Are you going to do something about it?”
She stood staring a hole through you. Waiting for your response. Are you going to do something about it? You knew this was a pivotal moment that would define your relationship with your wife forever. You thought about your options for what seemed like an eternity. You knew the answer and the next words you muttered would betray your manhood, your pride, and your little cock that you knew was going to be forever at the mercy of your wife. The realization that this woman had just totally emasculated you caused a shiver to go up and down your spine. There was nothing else for you to say.
“Well?”
Cheryl said in an even more serious tone :
“What are you going to do about it?”
You didn’t hesitate this time:
“Nothing Cheryl. I’m not going to do anything about it”
She said with a smirk that only served to further cement your new status in your head.
“Now that we have cleared that up, drop your pants. I want to see your chastity device”
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Accepting punishment with dignity- not optional.
So, despite years of living in a domestic discipline marriage, I broke a big rule 24 hours after a severe spanking. I. KNOW. BETTER.
Punishment spankings aren’t a common occurrence. My husband’s expectations of my behavior are extremely high now. My expectations of him are quite high too! There aren’t small violations in our dynamic. He handles disrespect as soon as it begins to show up. If he doesn’t expect obedience and isn’t willing to discipline me for it, then it’s not a rule.
Newer DD’ers might think this was a harsh punishment, or overreaction. But we are seasoned now. This isn’t new. I begged for him to be consistent and give me “more”. So this is what more looks like.
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24 hours after I’d been punished for disrespect, we were sitting on the couch watching a movie when I asked if I could please lay on my stomach with my head in his lap. He raises an eyebrow and asks “Why?”
“Ummmm well, i really can’t sit.”
“Is that so?”
I nod, realizing a little too late I should have kept my mouth shut and finished the movie.
“You don’t have to sit.” I’m relieved…until.
“You’ve got some thinking to do. Head to the corner.”
My jaw almost drops but I snap it shut quickly. I stand, he yanks my pants to my ankles, and points to a corner in the living room.
I shuffle feeling about 2 ft tall. He finishes the movie while I’m on my knees with my nose to the corner, hands on head, and bruised butt on display. Thankfully, it’s not an epic length movie!
He calls me to him and lays me on my back on the couch, teasing me saying all the sexy yummy things he plans to do to me.
But then he lifts my legs in the air, wide open. “But naughty girls don’t get orgasms. Hold ‘em open.”
His belt jingles off and he lands twelve strikes on my thighs. They don’t touch any spots he spanked yesterday, because he’s not crazy.
“spankings are supposed to hurt, naughty girl.”
“Yes. Sir.”
He positions my head at the edge of the couch and lets me drop my legs.
“You’ve got something to take care of, dear.”
I open wide for a very thorough face fucking
“Are you going to whine tomorrow?
No sir.
“What aren’t you going to whine about?”
“My sore ass, my sore thighs, my sore knees, and being so wet I might explode, sir.”
He laughs.
Good girls get taken care of. Be good tomorrow.
……
I did not whine. I did not flinch once when I sat or avoid sitting. I accepted the pain as part of my submission.
And I got taken care of… three long, long days later. He watched me edge and i met his needs with blowjobs, but I did not get any relief for three miserable days.
Good girls get orgasms.
Naughty girls miss movies, hurt when they sit, and disappoint their partners.
Overkill for squirming and trying to lessen the sting of a thorough spanking? Not in our dynamic. If he’d let it slide, I’d have resented it. And he knows that.
So he reminds me just exactly who the boss is. ❤️❤️
What do these two things have in common? They’re not my fantasy. I don’t get excited thinking about doing these things.
I don’t hate it. It doesn’t hurt me, I’m not opposed to it. They just aren’t a turn FOR me. But they’re not hard limits. They’re a big part of my life.
Why?
He likes it. A lot. While I would never instigate it, I find myself in a pickle afterward. When he’s asking what I liked, how I felt when he did certain things, i have to be honest.
And honestly…
I sort of dread that initial jaw opening to receive him in my mouth. And then he’s inside me, gripping my ponytail, telling me I’m a good girl, holding my chin, giving my ass cheeks a smack when he wants more. And when that happens, I suddenly can’t think of anything else but taking him down my throats and making him sigh, gasp, and moan. When he’s done, I’m dazed and confused. Why is it over? I was doing what he told me to do. The descent into subspace is real.
He doesn’t bark orders or throw in expletives to his commands. They’re direct and calm. When chaos surrounds us and I hear his Dom Voice and says “Head over to your spot.” I flinch a little. I don’t want to be corrected. But I see his set jaw, serious look in his face, and concern for me. So I hand over my phone and head to my “spot.” I head to our bathroom and put my hands on my head, face the corner, and start taking deep breaths. Our bathroom isn’t big, we aren’t billionaires in Seattle. the door can’t open once i am behind it.
I bounce between being pissed off to trying to settle down. Eventually he comes in. “Is my good girl feeling better?” He holds me, we’ll discuss.
If our kids are still running around, then he’ll send me back out after a nasty dozen with the tilt wand. Neither of us like it, but it’s silent and hurts.
I never want to go to the corner. I have too much to do. But I always leave in a better headspace.
Corner time incorporated to punishment or play is another stomach drop. My man has crazy self control. He’s sent me to the corner in the middle of intense sex bc I orgasmed without permission. Shock. And. Awe. He can hold off, wait for my punishment to end, then dive back into me. He slays me when he doms so hard.
I struggle to stay still when he introduces a new implement or it’s he’s using wooden implements after a long stretch without.
So he stops and sends me to the Naughty Spot. Kneeling corner time is always a good deterrent.
When I start wiggling about, he’ll pause the spanking. “Can you participate in this punishment or should we pause, then start over?”
I try so hard to gather my breath and stay still. Starting over sucks. Starting over with tired arms from hands on head, sore knees from the hard floor, and an achy back from being so stiff just sucks.
And thanks to the internet, he’ll never run out of ways to make corner time more humbling…
Not a favorite activity, but it’s incredibly effective. I’ve been surprised by how non-sexy consequences grow him as a Dom, and in turn, deepen my submission.
My last orgasm was on Saturday. I was informed the next day that I better have enjoyed that ride because my orgasm privileges were being revoked for the week. No explanation given, I wasn’t in trouble.
Yes sir. I
It’s now DAY FOUR and I am losing my mind… My husband has groped at me, taken me from behind, twisted my nipples when I walk by, given me a long, gentle over the knee spanking while fingering me, woken me up with a vibrator… only to pull back when I start to get wet and send me on my way.
Last night I sat in my tight, itchy lace boy shorts writing “orgasms are a privilege given at my husband’s pleasure.”
100 times.
He knows tighter panties make me uncomfortable when I’m turned on. So I’m wearing jeans today. I never, ever wear pants. I’m most comfortable in skirts and dresses. But my devious husband lays out tight skinny jeans and lacy briefs when he knows I’m dying to cum or have a sore ass.
While we are apart all day, I think about him as the itchy lace presses into me and denim rubs the back of my thighs.
This week, obedience means ignoring my ever growing urge for orgasm and focusing on his needs, trusting I’ll have a sweet, so very worth it, relief when he says so. It’s putting on the itchy briefs that I’d never wear on my own bc he enjoys the view and wants me to feel the lace. It’s not whining and begging for relief or trying to manipulate him into granting me relief early. It’s initiating sex, as I often do, knowing it’ll be for his pleasure, holding myself back from grinding into the spots that would make me orgasm. It’s enjoying his groping, squeezing and rubbing without feeling it too fully, in case I go over the edge.
The orgasm when this week is over will be phenomenal… and can’t come soon enough! I don’t know what he has up his sleeve the next few days… I’d trade 24 hours plugged and a thigh spanking for relief right now, but submissives don’t barter.
We obey.
My Keyholder loves to sext me selfies with her key when I’m locked and away.
I’m such a lucky husband to be her footboy.
Happy Locktober Eve!
What a great day for a walk in the neighborhood.
My Keyholder walking her footboy on a sunny day in Locktober
Day 7. I hope you all have had a great first week of Locktober in Chastity
My Keyholder is wearing a simple white shirt to the office today.
With my Keyholder just now:
Me: Can I be let out for an erection?
Her: No
I’m not asking to cum
>No
Or even for edging
>No
I’m not even asking for a single stroke
>No
Please, just an erection?
>Fuck you, get me a snack cake
My Chastity life
Only a week in to Locktober
Good morning chastity people.
Locktober day 4
My Keyholder loves to taunt me with her Master key.
Good morning chastity people.
Locktober day 3
How have you pleased your Keyholder today?
I got a new cage for Locktober.
So far it’s everything I could have hoped for.
We’ll see how how it works out with long term chastity but my Keyholder seems to be pleased with it.
I just wanna hold somebody down on their stomach and fuck them with a strap on for hours. I wanna edge them til they cant take it anymore and leave them whimpering and unsatisfied, then forbid them from touching themselves for two days.
Think you can do this. Have me edge you and then have to wait to touch yourself. Leave you unsatisfied as both of us go about our days, with the only thing but having an orgasm on your mind.
My new #chastity cage is on its way. Who wants to see it on me when it has arrived ? Who wants to be the second #keyholder ?
Long term chastity vs. short term chastity devices. For many looking into long term chastity, it takes multiple trials of devices and/or attachment rings to find something comfortable enough for long term wear. Of course it shouldn’t be “comfortable” but it shouldn’t pinch skin or wear skin off in any place. Nor should either of your testicles be escaping the device (stupid balls.) Utilize spacers and rings of various sizes. Anyhow, I highly recommend the CB Chastity Device series for anyone looking into long term chastity wear. I only do chastity with slaves or long term clients who are looking for control and denial between sessions. #chastity #chastitycage #chastitydevice #orgasmcontrol #orgasmdenial #malechastity #keyholder #chastityslave #slave #mistress #bdsm #domina #domme #fetish #kink #cfnm #submissive #femdom #dominant #longtermchastity
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