He hates that I wear this every time he’s locked – which is most of the time. The symbolism is becoming more and more recognized and accepted. The men at work see it and become uncomfortable, diverting their gaze and looking at the floor. The girls get a giggle when they see me wearing it. It’s sexy and powerful.
More and more people recognize the symbolism of a woman wearing a key around her neck or on her anklet. As time goes on, expect to see an increasing number of these public displays from proud women.
This was his first solid week locked in chastity and the results were amazing. Just like I’ve read. I’ve locked him up for short periods of time before, but this was our first trial period for extended lock up. We started on a Friday evening. The lock snapped shut at 8pm and the only key went around my neck, to be worn for the entire week. By Sunday night the effects began showing. Yes, there was some whining, begging, and general complaining. This was expected. When it got to be to much, I sternly told him to stop or we’d begin adding time. Those words did the the trick each time.
On Monday when he complained about the device pulling on his hairs, I removed it and trimmed most of his hair off, leaving only about ¼ inch. The device went back on right after the shaving. I loved the new “neater” look and thought to myself “this is how all small white cocks should look”. By Tuesday I began seeing a remarkable difference in his behavior and overall attitude. I came home from a long day at work and found all the household chores done. The vacuuming, the dishes, the dusting, almost everything.This was unheard of. It had only been 4 days and I was already loving the results.
We spent the entire evening watching TV while he rubbed my feet. We ended the evening with him lapping my pussy for ½ hour and bringing me to multiple over the top orgasms. This was a turning point for me. If I had ever had any doubt that locking up his cock was the right decision, those doubts were gone. All the articles and stories I read were dead on. I was ecstatic and already began plotting how I would make this “trial period” a permanent arrangement.
The rest of the week saw him submission deepen each and every day. On Wednesday he went to his underwear drawer and found all his boxers replaced with my own panties. With the confused look on his face I crept up behind him and reached around to cup his little locked cock in my hand, I whispered heavy in his ear:
“Honey, with your little cock neatly shaved and locked away, it looks so feminine, so I thought why not take the next step and keep you in panties for the rest of your trial period”
He hesitated only briefly before picking up beautiful green selection and stepping into them. My pussy immediately became moist. I don’t think I have ever been happier in our relationship. The road we were heading down was even better then I had fantasized. I turned him around and pulled out my phone to snap a picture. I wanted this moment saved for ever. He instinctively moved his hands in front of his crotch to cover his panty clad locked cock. In my new realm of female dominance I saw this as an act of disobedience that could not be tolerated. Without thinking I physically pushed him against the wall hard. The look on my face must have been pretty angry, because I recognized the fear in his eyes. I spoke firmly and deliberately:
“Listen to me you bitch! I own that cock and I own you. If you disrespect me like that again you’ll buy yourself another week in lock up. Is that clear?”
“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry” was his only reply.
I slapped his face hard. “Don’t forget who is charge here!”, i said as i fondled the key that hung from around my neck. I took the pics I wanted.
He meekly nodded in agreement. The lack of fight he put up was telling. HIs submission to my verbal and physical attack was feeding my already growing feelings of power and dominance. My emotions were running high and it felt like another milestone moment in our journey towards a Female Led Relationship was unfolding right before me.
I was caught in the moment. Already dressed for the office I quickly removed my pants and threw him on the bed. The events that had led up to this had my pussy sopping wet. I mean I had just slapped him in the face and called him a bitch, and he did nothing.
I mounted his face and began grinding out an orgasm. He didn’t resist. I don’t think he could have if he wanted to. My thighs were clamped around his head and my pussy was ravaging his face.
“You understand you’re my bitch now don’t you?”
“Yeth” all I could hear from under my hungry pussy.
I lifted up for only a second: “What are you to me”
“I’m your bitch” Came his immediate answer.
Perfect I though to myself. I finished and quickly for dressed again and headed off for work.
On my drive in I thought about the scene. First the humiliation he must have felt when I announced that he would be wearing women’s underwear from now on. Then the humbling emotion when I physically pushed him into the wall and slapped his face, before forcibly queening him. Then finally the pictures of his locked, shaved, and pantied cock. I imagine he feared what would happen with those? Who would I show them too?
At this point I knew that this is what I wanted. I wanted this trial period too become a permanent lifestlye. We would both be happier, it would improve our relationship and deepen our love for each other. Studies have shown this to be true and my own experiences reinforced this.
On Friday I spent most of the day at work reading more articles and guides on building a loving Female Led Relationship. Saturday morning, the time we had designated for his release, was coming up and I really didn’t want this to end. Why would I?
I hadn’t had to do any housework all week. My bitch did it all
I got waited on hand and foot at night
Foot rubs and worshipping every night
And all the oral sex a girl could handle.
It was perfect. If I unlocked him Saturday morning, I feared all the progress we made this week would be in vain, and we’d be starting at square one again. I just couldn’t allow that to happen. But I had given my word at the beginning that this would be a trial period. Of course I could just “Change my mind”, but what if I could make it his idea to continue?
Friday night is here and and my perfectly behaved caged man is at my side. All the housework done, pretty panties covering his weak little white dick. I’m wearing my tightest pajama bottom and stroking his cage, over the panties, and asking if he’s excited about it being removed tomorrow? Of course he is. I’m whispering in his ear how much I’ve enjoyed this week and how I feel we’ve made tremendous strides. His cock is straining against the cage. I tell him he can take of the panties. His cock is oozing with precum. I reach down and wipe a drop of with my finger. I raise my finger to his mouth and he obediently sucks it dry.
I tell him to get on his knees while I remove my pajama bottoms. Constantly reminding him that tomorrow is his big day. I lay back down on the couch, and much like the past week, ask him if he’d like to eat my pussy. Of course the answer is an exuberant “YES”. He begins to approach, but I stop him. “Maybe you should have to wait?”
I turned over and guide head to within inches of my ass. I let my cheeks brush his face and his lips. “How would you like to worship my ass instead?”.
“I’d really rather eat your pussy”
“That’s not an option tonight” I kept my tone friendly but decisive.
“If that’s my only choice then of course I want to worship your ass”
I should point out that in 4 years together, he has never properly worshipped my ass. I think most women who are not in a Female Led Relationship are missing out on this very pleasurable experience. Another reason to chastize your man and make him your bitch.
I brought his face to withing an inch of my ass before stoppng.
“If that’s your only choice? No, you have a much tougher choice to make now bitch. How bad do you want to worship this ass in your face?”
I was stroking his cage. Precum was furiously leaking out. I knew what the answer would be. He was in a frenzied state and would do or say anything.
“Please let me lick your ass”, he begged
Here was the moment of truth:
“Okay, I will let you do that, but in return you have to agree to go one more week in chastity. The choice is yours. You can say no and we’ll stop the teasing tonight and let you cum tomorrow as planned”
During this whole discussion his face was an inch from my ass. I felt each breath against my exposed cheeks.
“I’m sorry honey. I know this is a tough decision. I know how badly you want to lick my asshole, but you also have been waiting to cum tomorrow. You can only have one, what will it be?”
No immediate response. After a few seconds I said “You’ve got 10 seconds to decide”
HIs breath hastened. I began counting down. I got to five then I felt it. His lips on my asshole. Oh my god! I’m overwhelmed! A week ago there would be no chance of him ever eating my ass. Now he’s giving up an orgasm to do it!
“You know what this means honey?”
He murmured a yes as his tongue began exploring my ass.
“Oh baby, I’m very happy with the decision you’ve made. Look at how far we came, and now we have another week to go. I love you my bitch”
I was triumphant. He truly was my bitch and we were on our way to a fulltime FLR. I was true to my word. He didn’t get the privilege of eating my pussy that night, but all efforts were directing at pleasing my previously neglected ass. How humiliating. How degrading. How truly loving. How humbling. I lost track of time as I fell into and out of bliss.
It is well know within BDSM circles that if you control the slave’s cock then you control the slave. Women who own male slaves have discovered that a denied and sexually frustrated male is compliant and submissive but a sexually fulfilled male is a lazy disrespectful man. So Mistresses have embraced the practice of male orgasm denial to limit the amount of orgasms their male has. This keeps him in a heightened submissive state. Orgasm denial can vary from the Mistress who allows her slave say one orgasm per week to those who think that one per month is sufficient for her male to keep his plumbing cleaned and his desire to serve at a maximum level. The male orgasm is a biological function that causes sexual release and relaxes both body and mind and is more like the eruption of a volcano than the waves of a rippling ocean that is the female orgasm. Thus men lose their desire to pleasure a woman after they have climaxed.
Keeping a male aroused but denied is the greatest and most effective technique a woman can employ for her own sexual fulfilment. Denying the slave orgasms is a real power rush and so easy to achieve. For the slave it is a constant reminder that his sexual desire, like everything else, is the property of his Mistress. It is her pleasure not the slave’s that is important.
The benefits of male orgasm denial become much more apparent outside the bedroom if the slave is locked up and denied permanently. He will remain in a constant state of submission and subservience knowing that pleasing his Mistress in everything is his only chance for the release of his sexual frustration.
Let me say categorically that the Mistress requiring total attentiveness and subservience from her slave must impose a regime approaching total permanent denial. The slave must be allowed no access to his cock, permitted no masturbation or orgasm and, if possible, not even be allowed to obtain erection. He must learn that as a subservient he has no rights to any sexual pleasures and exists to provide sexual pleasures for his Mistress. She can then further encourage her slave by offering say one orgasm per month but only if no more than a certain number of penalty points have been accrued by the slave in his general day to day servitude. There are no half measures where this is concerned so the woman who is serious about owning a real male slave should not shy away from total orgasm denial.
