Modern Female Superiority
If you are his keyholder, you want to keep him reminded of that fact as often as possible. A best practice it to openly wear the key around your neck or ankle whenever he is locked. Even out in public. Other keyholders may recognize his predicament and give you a knowing wink or grin, while those less in the know will simply see it as a fashion statement. Either way, your husband will be humbled every time he see it. See examples below, and please send me your pics!.
I believe it is imperative that a man in chastity should have his pubic hair trimmed. There are several reasons for this.
1 – His chastity device will be much more comfortable and easy to put on and take off, if pubic hair is trimmed. His whines of “it uncomfortable, it’s pulling my hair” will no longer be valid.
2 – Shaving a man’s pubic region will further emasculate him and keep his male ego in check.
I believe only women should have more pubic hair then their male. It stands as a sign of womanhood. Naked male genitals show a sign of surrender to the Female.
3 – Appearance. A properly groomed man is far more pleasing to the female eye.
See some examples below. Once you have your man locked up and all trimmed up it is strongly encouraged that you snap a picture. Hopefully you will share it with us! You can also use it to blackmail him if he starts getting on your nerves.
“Honey, I would really hate to have to show (insert a female friends name here) that pretty picture of your locked cock”
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OUR JOURNEY INTO MALE CHASTITY (PART 1)
After months of talking about and threatening to put him in a chastity device, I finally pulled the trigger and ordered our first chastity device. This is something I had wanted for years and only recently had it become a topic of conversation. I became more and more insistent until I finally got to the point where I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I had gradually take more and more control in the bedroom, and eventually wore him down. It was a Friday night and I knew he was expecting sex. I knew this was the night and after a few cocktails I finally pulled out the device that had arrived days earlier. He had accepted that I wasn’t going to drop it and reluctantly agreed to a “trial period, which was fine with me. I wasn’t sure if this was something that we would pursue long term, but I knew it was something we had to try.
I got a bag of frozen peas out of the refrigerator and held it over his underwear, to his crotch until his penis became flaccid and shrank to a dimension that would fit into our new device. Having watched several video earlier in the week, I went to work. Using a little moisturizing lotion, I had his little cock and balls fully secured by the device. Excitement rushed through my body as I reached for the heart shaped padlock that came with the device. I pushed the lock through the appropriate hole. Before locking it, I looked him in the eyes and immediately recognized the fear in his face. I grinned at him and told him not to worry. This was how things were meant to be. I pressed down on the lock and heard a satisfying *CLICK*.
I had finally done it! I instantly felt a new level of confidence and power. While my ego and arrogance level shot to once unknown levels, his dropped to an all time low. I knew instantly that a power exchange has just occurred and it felt so right. I patted the device and then gave it a soft tug. It was secure. I was convinced that his imprisoned cock would not get free unless I unlocked it. He was helpless and I was now in total control. This is the way it should have always been! Why had I waited so long.
I set about reassuring him that “we” had made the right deicision. As the look of despair on his face grew, I began telling him how happy I was with this arrangement. He reminded me that this was only a “test” and I told him it was. He asked me what time we could remove the device and seemed shocked when I suggested that he wear it a week, so that we could get a good feel for it. He seemed astonished,
“honey, I thought we would just try it for an hour or so to see how we liked it”
I replied … “Don’t be silly honey. We can’t get any idea of how we like this arrangement if we don’t give it a chance, right?”
He hesitated then nodded his head. Perfect. I continued,
“What is the point in me locking up your little cock if we were only going to let it out as soon as you wanted? We’re going to shoot for a week like the website says and we’ll reassess then”
My tone was kind, but firm. I wasn’t allowing for any wiggle room and for the time being he accepted his fate. I told him to pour me a wine and hurry back to the couch. He quickly complied. When he came back, I was naked. He set my wine down beside me. I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor. I felt so liberated. I was in total control. And he was helpless. I felt unhibited. Brazenly, I raised my right foot to his face and simply pointed. He slowly leaned in towards my extended foot, and began kissing the bottoms of them, Soft little kisses. Normally acceptable, but not tonight. After all, thing were changing. They have changed. His meager little pecks were not enough. Not tonight and not anymore. His lazy kissing irritated me. It always had, but tonight it wasn’t going to fly. I hooked my other foot around his head and pulled his head forward, while roughly pushing my right foot into his face.
“Lick my foot like you want to cum” I barked.
Despite my size 7 sole pressed into his mouth, I saw the look of surprise on his face.
“Stick out your tongue!”
I slowly dragged my foot down his face. From heel to toes. He began licking and kissing in earnest. This is the way it should be, I thought to myself. His tongue circled each toe before moving on to the next. I sipped my wine while he paid way over due homage to both my feet.
Finally I pulled him towards my pussy. The activities of the night has me already wet as I guided him towards my cunt. I saw that his cock had swelled enough to fill the cage. That would be as hard as he would get. His oral game was on point tonight. Just like all the articles I read stated, he was performing better then ever. You see, when a man know he is not going to cum – when he knows sex is not for her pleasure, it is for yours, it takes the pressure off of him. He doesn’t have to worry about his cock or his orgasm. His efforts are focused only on pleasuring you.
My first orgasm came quickly. I pulled him in tighter and grinded my pussy hard into his face as I had my most intense orgasm in recent history. As I slowed, I allowed him to pull his head back. His face was glistening in my juices. He was red faced and out of breath. He looked like beaten man. I looked down at his locked cock, dangling limp and helpless between his legs.I pushed him onto his back and lowered my ass onto his face. He may have thought one orgasm would be enough, but my desires were not yet satisfied. He resumed his efforts and within minutes I was nearing my second orgasm. Suddenly I was fucking his face with reckless abandon and tugging on the plastic that caged his little cock. M womanhood was smothering him. As he struggled to breathe, I realized his world, his breath, his life, everything he was, was buried underneath my pussy and ass. He was helpess to do anything but feel the power of my sex.
“Take it honey – you little bitch!”
I exploded, then collapsed. He was still on his back panting. After a few minutes we sat up. I told him how good that was for me. His cock strained. I sat up and patted him on his wet cheek.
“That was everything I expected honey and everything I wanted. Hopefully we’ll be able to take your chastity device off next weeked”
“Hopefully”, he exclaimed.
“Not now honey – go do the dishes – NOW!” I snapped
He obeyed. This was only day one!
To be continued.
This is a great article on Male Chastity. I’d consider it required reading for aspiring keyholders.
http://www.chastitylifestyle.com/chastity/chastity_stories/enforced_male_chastity.html
Once you finally make the decision to trim his pubic hair and lock him up, it’s hard to imagine ever going back. The benefits are immediate.
Male chastity is at the core of every Female Led Relationship
It was Saturday night and after a couple cocktails with dinner, Joe and I decided to hit a dance club for a few drinks after dinner. This is not uncommon for us on the weekends. We both have demanding jobs and always try to make the best of the weekends. This was a new club for us. More upscale then the norm and we both figured we’d find a spot at the bar and enjoy a night of libations and people watching, for an hour at most.
We cozied up to the bar in the bustling nightclub and Joe set forth to get us a drink. The two attractive female bartenders were slammed. Each time one would approach Joe, he’d stretch out his arm and try to get her attention while holding a $20 bill. Each time, they breezed past. After a about 5 minutes, I was wondering if drinks were in our future. As Joe continued to reach over the bar, clutching his $20, a man approached the bar. He squeezed between the two of us and immediately captured the bartenders attention. She leaned over and got took his order almost instantly. My first instinct was anger. I looked to Joe and he saw the look of disgust on his face. Then I looked at the stranger. Oh my god! How could I be angry? Standing between Joe and I was a handsome black man. He was tall, well built, and appeared to be a perfect gentleman. As Joe continued to flail his arm at the bartender, the stranger leaned down and asked me if I was waiting to get a drink. When I replied in the affirmative, he once again got the bartenders attention and ordered me the Chardonnay that I had been craving. He even had the drink put on his tab!
I was so struck by his confidence and swagger that I momentarily forgot that Joe was still trying to get his first round! I thanked the stranger and he politely said
“You’re welcome. I know how hard it can be for a single woman to get a drink around here”.
That’s when I remembered Joe. I giggled and motioned to Joe
“I’m actually here with my husband”.
The stranger glanced at Joe and then quickly turned his attention back to me. “You know, since I got you your drink, the least you could do is give me a dance”
“My god” I thought! I was taken aback by his confidence and momentarily hesitated in my response. Before I responded he said
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite. It’s just a dance. We’re all adults here, right?”
“Holy Fuck”, I thought to myself. It really wasn’t a question, but a statement. He leaned in and bit more and said
“My named is Reggie, just one dance?”
I don’t know, blame it on the warm up cocktails at home or chalk it up to Reggie’s staggering confidence and his unwavering eye contact, but I nodded my head yes, knowing full well that Joe would have a cow. Reggie smiled and led me out to the dance floor by the hand, as Joe stood at the bar, jaw dropping I’m sure.
It was to loud to have a conversation, but we could sure dance. And dance I did. The music was thumping, and I sipped what was my 3rd wine for the night, I found some pretty good rhythm for a 40 year old white girl! I got into the music, and that one song became two, then three – then I lost track. Reggie was all smiles, as was I. I glanced at the bar and saw that Joe had found himself a seat and a drink. Although he didn’t look real happy, his eyes were riveted to the dance floor and I found myself enjoying this situation. By this time any feeling of guilt I may have had quickly disappeared. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Reggie’s cool confidence and swagger. Either way, I allowed myself to be sucked into the moment. Reggie’s reassuring words “We’re all adults here, right?” rang through my head. Of course we’re adults and we were acting like it.
After a few more songs, Reggie excused himself to the men’s room and I took the opportunity to visit Joe at the bar. The reception I got was cold. Joe was now into his 4th drink and was fuming at my “slutty behavior”. I guess Joe’s response shouldn’t have been unexpected, but I did find it quite immature and out of line. Although I was a little angry, the hotness of the situation was turning me on, and yes, maybe the alcohol was getting the better of me.
“Joe, settle down. He’s a nice guy and it’s just dancing. You don’t like to dance anyway! We’re all adults here, right?” Joe was slow to respond.
“RIGHT?”
Joe must have detected something in my voice as he conceded to easily.
“Yes, Carol, we’re all adults”
“Good, then don’t ruin a perfectly good evening baby, okay?”
He nodded and the look of submission on his face was unmistakeable.
Right about then the bartender sauntered by, and I grabbed her attention. I ordered three shots of Fireball whiskey and told her to put it on Joe’s tab. It occurred to me that when we arrived at the bar, Joe was unable to properly order us cocktails. Reggie had to get them for us. And now I was doing the ordering as Joe seemed incapable of completing this simple task. First a handsome stranger had to do what Joe could not, and then his own wife had to take charge to get results. I smirked when the drinks were delivered posthaste and Joe’s expression indicated that he also caught the irony of the situation.
Joe reached for one of the shots and I quickly batted his arm down. I told him the third one was for Reggie and that since Reggie was polite enough to get my first round, we should be polite and wait for him to return and do the shot together.
“But I thought you dancing with Reggie was thanks enough”
I replied “honey, don’t be like that. It’s just a shot…. After all, we’re all adults here, right?”
Joe leaned back in his chair, and I admit I felt a slight twinge of excitement at the subtle emasculation that was occurring here.
About that time, I spied Reggie walking our way from the restroom area. I was finally able to see him from a distance and for the first time I noticed the sizeable bulge in his pants. I may have stared a bit to long, but my inhibitions were low. I blame it on the alcohol. Regrouping at the bar, I handed Reg one of the three shot glasses and he thanked me, as Joe stared on. I called for a toast to “New friends” and we all raised are glasses and took the shot. It wasn’t the most pleasant tasting shot, but I handled like a trooper with only a tiny wince. Reg was a bit more impressive, as he looked like he was simply drinking a shot of water. Then there was Joe. His shot glass was half full still as mine and Reg’s hit the bar simultaneously. I looked on as he took his second shot at the whiskey, finally getting it all down. I couldn’t help but playfully comment
“god baby, don’t be such a wimp”
Poor Joe. I immediately realized those words only added to his growing insecurity, but I quickly concluded that that wasn’t a bad thing. Reg chuckled as Joe chased his shot with a glass of water and leaned back again in his chair. That was when Reg leaned in and invited me back out to the dance floor. What took him so long! I turned to Joe and he said something to the effect of wasn’t I about ready to go home. And haven’t I done enough dancing for one night. Before I could reply, Reg was pulling me by the hand and I willingly followed him to the floor as I told Joe:
“just a couple more songs” , I yelled as I trotted away
Back out on the dance floor I was catching my second wind. Again, songs flew by and when I looked at my watch I realized we had been out there 45 minutes. Reg and I were both glistening in sweat, but neither of us was ready to leave the dance floor. I was feeling a little light headed, probably from all the alcohol, and stumbled briefly before Reg caught me in his arms. I rested my head on Reg’s powerful chest as we both continued to sway to the music.
I was acutely aware of Reg’s hands now moving up and down my back. To my hips – then my shoulders. Soon my hands were doing the same, Out lining his wide frame. At one point Reg turned me around and we began grinding to the music. I spied Joe at the bar staring on, nursing a glass of ice water. I thought about what had transpired tonight. I felt like I was being swept off my feet, as my helpless husband looked on – unable to intervene or even protest the very open flirting that was going on between his normally conservative wife and a handsome strange black man. Again, maybe it was the alcohol, but seeing Joe in this predicament was exciting me. Just as our eyes met, I bent forward just bit and backed my ass hard into Reg’s crotch. Reg’s arm carefully circled my waste and held me closer to him. I felt his breath on the back of my neck as we grinded and dipped in small semi circles.
“You’re killing me girl”
He said as his lips lingered millimeters from my neck. That’s when I felt a twitch on my ass. All I could think was “oh my god”. Reg was become aroused and from the feel of it, he was packing a monster in his pants. I realized my eyes were closed, ever so briefly, and when i reopened them I saw Joe, red face, looking very flustered and awkward looking on. The cute bartender was over his shoulder looking on. She also seemed delighted at Joe’s predicament and I swear she winked in my direction like “You go girl”. I reached back for Reg’s hand intending to lead him off the floor and back to the bar. Instead, my hand found something else. In just a couple seconds, I confirmed what my ass had felt. This man was hung! By purely non scientific means, I estimated his cock to be at 8″ at least – maybe nine. And girthy. What the fuck was happening here? My pussy moistened. I finally found Reg’s hand and led him from the dance floor.
To be continued. Let me know if you are interested in hearing the rest of this story.