It’s never to late.
Cassie was 45 years old before she decided to lock her husband in full time chastity, make him a cuckold, and became addicted to black cock, She now lives in a Modern Female Led Marriage and will never go back
Month: February 2018
It’s never to late.
Cassie was 45 years old before she decided to lock her husband in full time chastity, make him a cuckold, and became addicted to black cock, She now lives in a Modern Female Led Marriage and will never go back
Great Cuckold scene as amateur wife takes BBC in hotel room
Locked in Male Chastity – “What are you going to do about it” Part 1
This male 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”
“Exactly”
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”
You hesitated as you looked for the courage to deny her demand. Just turn around and leave, you thought to yourself. She raised an eyebrow at you. You swallowed hard. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this. Yes, two weeks without so much of an erection had left you emotionally weak and vulnerable, but this was to much. You felt the last of your male pride leaving your body. She waited. She was so fucking confident. It was as if she had no doubt that your would betray the last of your masculinity. You felt powerless. You felt your hands fumbling to loosen your belt. With hands shaking you released you freed the belt and unbuckled your pants. Again you felt the redness return to your face. You could not believe this was happening. In your wildest dreams, you never expected nor planned on sharing this part of yourself with another woman. Much less with the woman you felt was responsible for brainwashing your wife. You were to weak to resist as you unbuckled your pants and dropped them in front of this woman whom you met only five minutes ago. You stood there motionless as she observed your little cock swelling in the confines of the cage.
“It looks perfect”, she said as she giggled at your predicament.
“Stand Still”, she ordered as she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of your locked manhood.
You came to confront Cheryl with the expectation of being in control and convincing her to stay away from your wife. Unfortunately, you made a big mistake.
“You can go now” Cheryl said.
You turned and left with your tail tucked between your legs. You have never been so humiliated. As you walked away feeling a deep sense of shame and hopelessness.
To Be Continued.
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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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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”
PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU’D LIKE TO READ PART II OF THIS REAL LIFE STORY
