Tag: femaleledmarriage

Had to share a recent unplanned experience that I believed helped to further reinforce to hubby how useless his penis has become in our relationship.

Prior to Saturday evening I kept him chaste for 10 days. As has become routine, and to prevent accidents, I had him put on his chastity device, lock it up, and present me the key before he put his tongue to work on my pussy and ass. My original intent was just for him to provide me with an hour or so of oral servitude. I wanted him to remain in chastity for a few more days at least. It’s become a regular thing for me to lock him while he’s doing this. The device keeps his penis from getting erect and I’ve found just that fact alone makes him much more attentive to his husbandly duties.

Anyways, the whole time i’m fucking his face with my ass and pussy, and verbally reminding him what a bitch I’ve made him, he’s begging for me to unlock his penis. This is not an unusual request during these sessions and one that is almost always denied. He’s close to the point of tears and literally begging me to let his penis in me, even if it’s just for a minute. I laugh him off, pointing out how his penis is simply incapable of giving me any type of sexual gratification. I don’t pull any punches when expressing how useless his penis is to me. He insists he can prove me wrong if I just give him the chance:

“Please let me show you that my cock can satisfy you. Please just give me one chance”

I look at his tiny member straining inside the plastic that surrounds it. It’s swelling as much as the plastic will allow and tiny drops of pre-cum are forming at the tip. It’s truly a pathetic sight. I thought about how this grown man has spent the last week and a half being my oral and domestic slave. Doing all the household chores, wearing my panties, and begging me for a chance to prove himself. He still has this notion that his penis can somehow give a women pleasure. The same penis that I have determined is insignificant in the bedroom. This is when the idea of making a deal with him struck me from out of the blue. 

“Maybe I’ll give you an opportunity to prove yourself, but there will be conditions. Are you willing to make a deal, dear?”

His answer was predictable:

“yes ma’am, please please please – anything”

“Ok then here’s what I’m willing to do: I’ll unlock you and give you one chance to prove to me that you have a cock worthy of entering a pussy, any pussy. All you have to do is last 45 seconds without cumming. Dear, any real man with control over his cock can last much longer then that. If you can just last 45 seconds inside of me, without cumming, I will rethink my rationing of your orgasms. In fact, I’ll let you have freedom for the next week. All you have to do is make it 45 seconds. Easy peasy. But if you fail, and shoot your little was before the 45 seconds is up, you’re going not going to cum until 2015 (almost 30 days). Do we have a deal?”, I asked?

“Yes Ma’am” came his instant reply"

That was all I needed to here. I produced the key and turned it in the lock. The “click” sounds as the lock snapped seemed to echo in this quiet moment. As I slowly pulled the cage from his penis, he immediately became erect. 

“Remember our deal – You have to last 45 seconds or else” Is aid as I set the stopwatch on my phone. 

I knew even before I lowered myself onto his 5.5" peepee that he had no chance of winning this bet. No chance of feeling like a real man, capable of satisfying a woman. No chance of regaining any of the pride or machismo that I spent the last 12 months taking from him.

He entered into me slowly. I gave him a couple seconds to remind him what it felt like to be in a pussy. Then I began to move up and down. Slowly at first and then rapidly increasing the pace.

I whispered softly in his ear “come on baby show me you can handle my pussy”

The look on his face said it all. I could see him fighting the urge. He quickly grunted and and within seconds he exploded in what would be his final orgasm of 2014. 

I lifted myself off him and stopped the stopwatch. With a smirk, I put it in his face and asked him to read the results. 

“12 seconds”, he muttered in a dejected tone. . 

“12 seconds?”, I laughed back at him. “how do you expect to please a woman in 12 seconds? That’s pathetic!”.

Although through this little exercise he got to cum, a very powerful lesson was learned. Even when the stakes are high, he is unable to perform like a man. I was able to demonstrate exactly why his penis deserves to be locked up and denied. And why I have to seek out men who can give me what he can’t. 

He sealed his own fate by agreeing to this wager and not being able to perform when it mattered most. I intend to enforce the terms of our wager and ensure he doesn’t cum again in 2014.

Who knows in 2015 we may up the ante.