Quick thoughts…

Mistress enjoyed reading my story this afternoon (well she didn’t actually get to read all of it), and after she came she got my cock nice and hard and stroked me hard before allowing me to lick her asshole…. Mmmm, wonderful. I’m very pleased to say my cock continues to get very hard and stay hard, I don’t know if it is entirely down to the weight loss / better eating, but it can’t hurt and any motivation to keep going is welcome!

Mistress R has also had some thoughts about the ‘Male Chastity’ letter, one of the things we brought up was would it be better if it was written as if it was from Mistress R and not me, since it might be better coming from another woman who was preaching the benefits of ‘MC’ rather than another man, I think that could well be the case.

Chastity Letter – Please Read and Leave Feedback.

PLEASE READ AND LEAVE FEEDBACK, PLEASE DO NOT PRINT THIS OUT YET, BE PATIENT! 

Hello …………………………..

My name is Rob, and if you’ve been given this letter then the chances are that what I’m about to tell you may come as a bit of a surprise.

But first, I’d just like to say, I have literally nothing to gain (personally) from this except perhaps the eternal gratitude of your partner. I’m saying partner because I don’t know anything about your relationship, I don’t know anything about you and in all honesty I don’t really know anything about your partner either.

But if he’s printed this letter and given it to you then I know two things.

1) He reads my blog.
2) He wants to make you happy and your relationship stronger.

Now the first thing I would say is, please don’t go looking for my blog or asking your partner to show it to you. In fact please do not drop this letter half way though and rush off to Google looking for answers, I know that’s what we all do these days, but please, trust me, this is a terrible, terrible idea. When it comes to what I’m about to tell you, the internet is so full of nonsense that the chances of you getting anything like the truth are a million to one against.

Oh and before I go on, I should perhaps say that I’m not writing this alone. I’m doing most of the writing here, but I will be collaborating with my wife (who for the purposes of this letter we shall call Miss R – it’s far too complicated to explain that right now, maybe we can come back to that at a later date). The reason why I will be collaborating with her, is because just over six years ago I had a very difficult conversation with her, a conversation that your partner desperately wants to have with you.

Knowing what I went through that night I’m not surprised your partner is worried to talk to you and open his soul to you, but it was the best thing I ever did and despite her initial reluctance and confusion, Miss R wouldn’t swap what we have now for the way we used to live for the first seventeen years of our marriage.

So what exactly are we talking about here?

Well, would you like a more attentive partner?

A partner who puts your pleasure first?

A partner whose focus is on ensuring that you are happy and satisfied?

Maybe even a partner who would selflessly give you pleasure without ‘expecting’ the same in return?

Does this sound good so far? There must be a catch right… well, no. There’s no catch, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be simple. Nothing worth having is easy, right? So yes it’s going to take a bit of work from both of you, the good news is that hopefully if your partner has gone to the trouble of printing this letter out, then he’s in the right frame of mind to make this work for both of you.

Now let’s talk about your partner a little bit. If he’s printed this letter and given it to you the chances are he’s been thinking about this for a while, maybe a long while, maybe it’s even something he’s thought about for years but never dared tell you. So, if you read this letter and come to the conclusion that this is absolutely not for you, then please consider your partner’s feelings. Right now he is probably absolutely terrified of what you are going to say to him when you’ve finished reading this letter, and if nothing else I think you should credit him with tremendous balls for taking the risk he has to share this with you.

Okay, enough of the waffle. Thank you for reading this far, and please try and keep an open mind. I know it will sound bizarre at first and go completely against everything you think you know, but honestly, if you can get past the initial strangeness you will reap the benefits and have a stronger marriage with a deeply devoted husband who puts you first sexually.

Okay, so what would you say if I told you that in the last six years my wife has orgasmed over 700 separate times, while I have orgasmed only about 100 times? It’s okay, do the maths, she orgasms somewhere between twice and three times a week on average, whereas I orgasm about once every three weeks… we practice what is called ‘Male Chastity’.

Now again I cannot stress this strongly enough, but please DO NOT search the internet. It will distort the truth and will lead you into making all sorts of assumptions that are completely incorrect and flat out fantastical. Male Chastity does not mean anything other than that your partner wants to give control of his pleasure to you. It doesn’t mean he has to do anything else, there’s no requirement to buy any equipment or products. He just wants you to decide when he is allowed to orgasm.

Now I know that sounds ridiculous, but again, please think about how stressed your partner is right now, knowing that you are reading this. He wants this, he must do or you wouldn’t be reading this, and if you can see past how odd this sounds and embrace it, you will be the richer for it, I promise you. There will be struggles and setbacks along the way, and you have to take it at your own pace. It may be that you try it and then leave it, and then try it again, until you are comfortable with it, but remember this is about you and giving you control. If your partner wants this to work, and he clearly does, then he needs to work at your pace – and this is perhaps the first ground rule you need to establish.

So, let’s talk about what ‘Male Chastity’ is, and perhaps what it isn’t… especially if you’ve ignored my advice and Googled it.

Male Chastity does not mean that he doesn’t want to have sex with you. On the contrary, he wants to have more sex with you, but with the focus on your pleasure.

Male Chastity does not mean that he doesn’t want to have penetrative sex with you. But for reasons which will become clear, the chances are your sex life will probably become less ‘penetration’ based, but as a result probably better than it ever was before – because, and forgive me for saying this again, but it will be based around pleasing you.

A huge side-effect (and bonus for you) is that as the frequency of orgasms diminish for the male, so the pleasure he gets from your orgasms increase. Your pleasure becomes his ‘focus’ and his ‘goal’. Alongside that you will find that he will become more loving and indeed there is a scientific reason for this. Orgasm in the male promotes the manufacture of testosterone in the body, and causes him to lose interest in you. It’s not his fault it’s genetic, but deny his orgasm and you keep him wanting you. There’s a lot more scientific data about this that you might wish to look into eventually but for now, please let’s just take my word for it (I really want you to resist Googling anything to do with Male Chastity).

And here’s something else to know, male pleasure is not derived from orgasm itself, but the seconds leading up to it. You know how some women can experience multiple orgasms? Well guys can’t do that because once they’ve orgasmed they enter the refractory period. But if you take a guy close to orgasm, very very close… but stop just short, he will experience 95% of the pleasure he would have got from being taken all the way over. And you can do this again and again, because he won’t be in the refractory period.

Isn’t that cruel though? Teasing him and denying him?

Here’s the thing. You and every other woman in the world have been taught that male pleasure = male orgasm. It’s what you know and it makes sense, and what I’m telling you makes no sense, right? And yet, your partner feels so strongly about this that he’s printed off a letter written by someone he’s never met from a website just so he can go through the stress of having you read it and hopefully give it a chance. So what does that tell you?

I will tell you this, being teased and denied is absolutely fantastic. Maybe it’s a deep rooted thing from our teenage years, I for one had the sort of girlfriend who left me hanging regularly, and maybe that sowed the seeds. Think back to your own teenage years, there must have been times when you know your boyfriend went home horny and desperate, some guys see it negatively and label girls ‘prick-teasers’, but some guys love the frustration, the ‘ache’ and it just makes them want you all the more, and that can’t be bad – right?

There’s only so much I can tell you here, and I don’t want to swamp you, I’m sure you’re already feeling confused and overwhelmed. Just know your partner truly wants this and if you embrace it there’s a good chance you’ll look back on this letter as the start of something wonderful. It may well be that in a few years time you’ll look back and thank your lucky stars that your partner loved you and trusted you enough to give you this letter, but remember – please don’t go looking on the internet for Male Chastity, you’ll be doing yourself a huge disservice.

Instead, communicate with your partner. Let him guide you. No one is going to print this letter on a whim, so he’s obviously well aware of what he needs to show and tell you, even if it might be difficult for him to say it outright. Perhaps you could make it easier for him, by asking him to write down his thoughts and letting you read it at your leisure. But most importantly, make it about you.

When my wife agreed to 24/7 Male Chastity, she told me that in return she wouldn’t allow me to initiate penetrative sex. I had no idea why she said that at the time, but that rule still stands today. That’s not to say we don’t have penetrative sex, because we do… but when we do it’s because she decides she wants me inside her and that’s the difference. That doesn’t mean you have to do the same, but it does show you in a small way just how you can make your sex life better for you.

And trust me, if your partner has printed this letter and given it to you, he wants this to work and he will agree to pretty much anything that makes you happy.

But don’t rush into this, I suggest you read this letter a few times over the next few days and let your thoughts settle. Tell him you’ve read it and you’re thinking about it, don’t talk about it now, I’ve already told him to expect to have to wait a while. Just let it sit and think how your sex life and marriage could be better, I promise you when you’re ready to talk he will be very receptive.

Thank you for reading this letter, and for considering your partner’s wishes. I sincerely hope that this letter will be the start of something great for your relationship, but please remember there will be times when it’s difficult, when it doesn’t go to plan. You will need to learn some new skills, and unlearn some things you think you’ve always known. But in the long run, it will be worth it. I promise you.

Robert Anthony (with Miss R)

 

Chastity Letter Update…

Hi chaps, just to let you know that I’ve finished the first draft of the Male Chastity letter and I will be getting Mistress R to cast her eye over it soon. I hope you aren’t expecting too much from this letter, the purpose of it is really to introduce her to the concept of Male Chastity without scaring her off at the first hurdle, so there is no mention of chastity devices, ruined orgasms or any of that. When you see the letter you will understand a lot better the philosophy behind it, and you’ll have to trust me when I say that the fastest way to shut off your partner to the idea is to talk about locking your cock up and ruining your orgasms.

Look how long it’s taken Mistress R to regularly ruin me, you have to be prepared to play the long game if you want this to work. If you can get her on-board with the idea, then you can start to introduce the idea of chastity cages, ruining and milking… bringing those things up at the start is a recipe for disaster. Anyway, more on this soon.

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I’ve just finished writing another story, it’s a different kind of story this one, I won’t be posting it here because it’s not a Femdom/Chastity/Cuckold story, but it will be on my Erotic Story blog and Literotica soon, and when it’s posted I will provide a link here.

Tonight was fucking AWESOME.

Before I start this post, don’t forget about our offer to help you enter the chastity lifestyle. Mistress R and I want to help you and we’re prepared to put our time and effort into giving you a letter which you can give to your wife/partner and which will introduce her into the chastity world in the least painful way possible. If you want our help to get your chastity life going then all we ask is that you leave us a comment on THIS post.

Mistress and I are on holiday this week and after yesterday where we didn’t do much cos we got to bed at 4AM, today we went shopping at a small retail outlet about an hour from here. It was great, and we ended up staying for well over two hours and snagging lots of bargains!

This evening Mistress and I went to bed for a bit and after making her cum on my tongue she gave me some lovely teasing, which left me throbbing. I was so fucking hard tonight, I don’t know if it’s the healthy eating finally kicking in or what, but it was absolutely wonderful and Mistress gave me some lovely hard ball slaps at the end too.

I don’t know where it came from, but half way through all I could think about was how badly I wanted Mistress to fuck me with her strap-on. I didn’t say anything about it, because I knew damn well the strap-on is in the drawer and needs putting together before it can be used. It’s not a massive job but I didn’t want to risk a delay in the proceedings and the moment being lost (if you know what I mean). But I think I will certainly make sure that strap-on is put back together and stored ‘ready’ for action in future…

Okay, that’s just given me another idea for my book. 🙂

Footworship, Frustration, Disappointment and Excitement…

Last night, after our ‘Blue Hawaiians’, Mistress and I settled down to watch the highlights of the Canadian GP. We were both pretty tired after our late night on Saturday, but the GP was pretty good so I stayed up until just after midnight anyway. During the race Mistress had her legs across my lap and she must have been quite warm because she had taken her socks off.

So as I watched the race I massaged her gorgeous feet, trying not to get too distracted by her painted toenails and smooth as silk instep. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, y’know I said I’d been on a diet – well, the morning I finished Mistress gave me a little card to celebrate my hard work, and inside there was a voucher which said: ‘Next time I allow you to cum, this voucher allows you to choose where you cum, but only if it’s before the end of June’.

So after the race finished, I turned the TV off and by this time Mistress had moved off me anyway. So I lay on the floor and started kissing Mistress’s beautiful feet. These vouchers are always difficult, because I always want to cum on Mistress’s feet.. and I would have gladly used my voucher last night and cum all over her sexy, gorgeous feet.

But of course, I can’t because first I have to wait to be allowed to cum! And then there’s all those other places I would like to cum on Mistress’s sexy body. But right now, I’m going for her feet…. but who knows, when it comes to it. VERY. TOUGH. CALL!

I woke up feeling pretty crappy today, I’m still on the cold medicine and the Stepsils but Mistress and I were planning to go shopping (and I’m really glad we did because we had a great time and I scored some great bargains!). I was a bit late getting up really, and I had just cleaned my teeth and came out of the bathroom to find Mistress in front of me, undoing her blue jeans and peeling them down.

Well… for a few seconds I thought my luck was in. I thought Mistress was going to have me kneel down right there and worship her gorgeous ass before we left (I would have settled for kissing her ass cheeks even). But it turned out that she was just taking them off to put some black ones on instead. I should have known better, Mistress is nothing if not punctual and we were already ‘late’ leaving – well, late in the sense that we weren’t going to leave at the time we said, we were going shopping, we didn’t have an appointment…

Still, like I said the shopping was great. At one point I was standing in Phase Eight staring into the distance while I plotted further parts of ‘Colette’s Cuckolding Journey’ and a thought came to me. I think this story is perhaps the one I’ve been waiting for. For a while now I’ve been waiting for a story to come along that I can really get behind and push, one that I can make into a full length ‘book’, and so I’m extremely glad I haven’t already posted this to Literotica.

My plan now is to take the first part as inspiration, possibly combined with another Cuckold story that I have planned, and plan out the whole thing. Then, once I’ve written the whole thing I’m going to see if I can find a proper publisher for it. I should think my Literotica profile should help a bit there, but if not then my next option is to self publish or publish as an e-book through Amazon or something. And if all else fails, I guess I’ll post it to Literotica. But I’m sure I should be able to write something that somebody will want to back…

I’m quite excited about this now.

Do YOU Want to Live the Chastity Lifestyle?

Mistress R and I have just been for a walk, on that walk we discussed our formative years regarding chastity play, and we’d like to know something. If Mistress and I could write something for you to give to your wife/girlfriend which would give you a shot at the chastity lifestyle, would you be interested?

Basically, we’re not prepared to do the work unless you can be bothered to leave a comment and tell us you want it, we have far too much else to do. But if you want it, we’ll definitely do it, and we’ll make sure it gives you the best possible chance of getting off on the right foot.

So, the ball is in your court. How bad do you want it?

Weight Loss, Cocktails and Cuckold Story Writing…

For the last five weeks I’ve been on a low calorie diet, and I’m pleased to say it’s paid off reasonably well. I’ve lost eleven pounds, which is okay. I was hoping for more, especially with the amount of exercise I’ve done alongside the dieting, but still, it’s solid progress. We now have a week off work, which is going to involve some meals out and other naughtiness no doubt, but apart from today (when I’m going to have a few things I haven’t for the last five weeks) I will be relaxing a bit until I go back to work, but still keeping a check on my calorie intake – I don’t want to undo all the good work of the last five weeks.

Mistress and I are very tired today, we drove up to Manchester last night (which is over a hundred miles from home) to see a couple of bands at a tiny, shithole of a club down a dark back alley. The night finished at 3am, although thankfully the last band went off at about 12:20am. I think it took us about three hours to drive home, so it was getting on for 4AM by the time we’d got in and I’d had a Lemsip (getting a cold, or at least a sore throat – wonderful timing!).

Mistress and I generally set a 2AM deadline for ourselves, because that’s generally how late we can stay up and not feel shit the next day these days. So we completely blew that out, and today is going to be a lazy day. Good job I did the bathroom and cut the lawn yesterday. But who knows, maybe later we’ll feel better and maybe a little pussy juice might help soothe my poorly throat, hehehe. 🙂

If not, maybe a ‘Blue Hawaiian, will.

This is the only cocktail I’m qualified to make, and one is enough generally speaking. It’s a double ‘Malibu’, a double ‘Blue Bols’, a double ‘single cream’, and two double ‘pineapple juices’ over crushed ice. Top tip, don’t put the ice anywhere near the cream, mix the cream with the other liquids first or it will stick to the ice and look an awful mess.

The pineapple spear is optional, we’ve never bothered…

Anyway, you didn’t come here to read about cocktails and partying, or weight loss. On the way back Mistress brought up the subject of my latest story and told me she thought it was really good. I generally have Mistress read my stories, because she is a grammar and punctuation Nazi and no matter how many times I check and re-check, she always finds something that needs correcting.

I told her my ideas for the forthcoming chapters (which I am not going to share with you dear readers) and Mistress suggested something which I hadn’t thought of, but which makes perfect sense and will really make the story a lot better in my opinion. We also discussed something which I’ve mentioned on here before, the fact that my later stories (compared to my early ones) are a bit… well they don’t go as far as they did.

I was completely honest with Mistress that I feel like because I know she is going to read them I have subconsciously scaled back on some elements, and I think that’s why so many of my stories have the feeling that they are only the start of a story. There’s a lot of ‘I’m going to do this’ or ‘I’m going to make you do this’ but mostly these things never happen…

We’ve been together a long time, and we are solid as a rock, but just imagine writing some of the things I have and giving them to your wife to read. It’s not easy, and you can’t help but worry that she’s thinking ‘Oh great so now he wants me to do XYZ, and X means finding a third person, Y is hot but highly improbable and Z is completely out of the question’.

Of course this isn’t the case at all, though I wouldn’t mind being teased about X while she’s stroking my cock, Y while she’s riding me and Z while she’s sitting on my face. 🙂

Well, now that Mistress and I have had this conversation, I’m determined that this story is not going to be like that (and in all honesty I wouldn’t be able to complete it satisfactorily any other way) and I feel like maybe there’s a lot of stories on my Literotica page that could be continued as well.

I have another really strong cuckolding story idea on the boil as well, but I’m going to shelve that for now, because this needs my attention and I don’t want to write another cuckolding story until I’ve done something different in between.

I’m not going to post ‘Colette’s Cuckolding Journey’ (can anyone think of a better title, please) to Literotica just yet, because I want to plan out the whole thing and then make any necessary changes before I post it – can’t edit Literotica stories once they are up.

Julia’s Cuckolding Journey (Written June 2017)

Names in the story have been changed because I want to use the original names and story line in a much bigger project, however I didn’t want to take this down completely as I’m still very pleased with how it turned out.

 

JULIA’S CUCKOLDING JOURNEY

Ryan watched her undress, his cock stirring as he lay naked on the bed, while Julia slowly slid the tight fitting dress down and stepped out of it. She hadn’t bothered to wear underwear, the dress was too clingy and she knew she would be taking it off anyway. She moved towards Ryan, her heavy tits swaying slightly as she reached the bed and climbed on, reaching out for his thick cock and devouring it with her mouth as she sank down on top of him. Ryan moved his hands to her head and ran his fingers through her rich red curls, she was good at sucking cock and greedy for it too. Before he knew it, Julia’s lips were at the base of his shaft, her tongue just starting to tease his balls, she was the only girl he’d ever known who could do that… it blew his mind.

Julia worked his throbbing prick hard, then looked up at him with just the tip in her mouth, her tongue dancing all over it. Their eyes locked and his breathing deepened. Not yet! This was just the start, he regained control just as Julia’s mouth engulfed him again.

“Fuck…” he groaned. “…that feels amazing!”

Julia lifted her mouth off his stalk and licked her lips.

“What do you think my husband would give to feel my lips on his cock again?” She purred.

Ryan winced slightly, then pressed his hand down on her head, pushing it back down so that his cock was deep inside her mouth again. He’d never intended to get involved in this crazy life of hers, all he wanted was some ‘no-strings fun’… but then he met Julia. He couldn’t quite believe it when he’d first seen her. They’d arranged to meet in a bar and she walked in – dressed to kill in a tight black dress and four inch heels, her thick red curls cascading down her neck and over her shoulders. He vaguely remembered someone telling him redheads were crazy and best avoided, but no way did Ryan want to avoid this one.

They sat down and talked, it was clear she liked what she saw in him and he started to relax. Ryan worked hard at the gym and his tight T-shirt showed off his upper body well, and she looked incredible in her skin tight dress, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material and drawing attention from very man in the place. They drank until late and then went outside, the warm summer air hitting them like a ton of bricks. Julia took his hand and led him around the back of the bar, it was a scummy kind of alley but neither of them cared. She crouched in front of him and unzipped his jeans, desperate to taste him. Ryan leaned back against the wall and watched as she stroked his cock, looking up at him as her tongue flicked the swollen head of his large prick.

“I have a husband,” she gasped as she looked up at him. “But your cock is sooo much bigger than his…”

Before he could react, Ryan felt his meat sliding past her lips, into her mouth and right back to the entrance of her throat.

“Fuuuuck!” He groaned, his mind racing as he tried to process this new information and the sensations he was experiencing.

Julia groaned into his groin, her throat massaging the head of his cock as she sucked him deep while her hand fell down between her legs and started rubbing her soaking wet pussy.

“This cock is gonna make me cum,” she gasped between mouthfuls of prick. “I want this cock to make me cum and then fill me up… fill my pussy up with hot cum, are you gonna do that for me?”

Ryan could barely concentrate as it was, he placed his hands on her head and fucked her mouth briefly, pleased when she seemed to like it. He reached down, pulled her back up on her feet and bent her over a bin. It was his turn to crouch down now and he pushed the tight, clinging dress up over Julia’s shapely ass, pleased if not entirely surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He leaned forward and tasted her hot, wet pussy and a long, soft whimper escaped the woman’s lips. She pushed back against him, moaning louder as she felt his tongue enter her, while the tip of his nose gently nuzzled against her tight, pink hole. Her pussy was perfect, completely shaved and dripping for his cock and Ryan relished the taste of her deep arousal. He pulled back a little, put his hands on her ass and gently pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her tempting pink rosebud. He was about to lean in and press his tongue against it when Julia begged, “Put it in me, put in me pleeeease!”

Ryan released his grip on her ass and stood up. His fingers encircled his pulsing cock and he positioned the tip between her lips, she was so wet that he seemed to slide in without even pushing. He gave a shove of his hips and his length sank all the way inside her, bringing a fresh cry from her wide open mouth.

“Oh God yes, that’s soooo fucking good…”

Ryan took hold of her hips and worked his cock in and out, she was breathing hard with each thrust and pushing back, eager for more.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Make me cum!”

Ryan held her tighter and increased the speed of his thrusts, he fucked her faster and harder as he desperately tried to hold back his own orgasm, at least until she’d reached her climax. It wasn’t easy and he was glad she was so hot for him, because by the time she bucked hard on his cock he was already fighting a losing battle of his own. As her tight, sweet pussy clamped down around him it pushed him over the edge and he pumped hard and deep until his balls were completely drained inside her.

After a few seconds he staggered back, his cock slipping out of her hot, wet, cum-soaked cunt. His eyes were closed as he collapsed back against the wall and before he knew it he felt her down in front of him again, her soft, warm lips closing around him and sucking the last dregs of cum out of his softening cock. Damn, this woman was amazing…

And so began their affair. Ryan was slightly uncomfortable that she was married, but he couldn’t resist… she was just too hot to say no to. They met and fucked a few times a week for three weeks before Julia really opened up about her marriage. Ryan’s main concern was that he was going to end up looking down the wrong end of a baseball bat or a gun, but Julia assured him he had nothing to worry about. She arranged to meet him one night to set his mind at ease, though she worried that when she told him the truth about her relationship with Michael, Ryan might pull away. It had happened before, it could happen again, she simply wouldn’t know until she came clean and laid it all on the line for him.

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Ryan closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillow as Julia sucked his cock, he seemed to spend an incredible amount of time inside her mouth, not that he was complaining. It was like she couldn’t get enough of his thick, hard cock and she seemed to want to devour it at every opportunity. It didn’t seem to matter where they were or what they’d been doing, she was insatiable for his prick and took every chance she got to suck it dry.

He felt her release his cock, then slide up his body, her soft, fleshy tits gliding across his skin until her face reached his. They kissed deeply, their tongues mingling as he tasted his musk on her breath. She reached down between her legs and guided his cock between her lips, she was drenched already and she forced her pussy down onto his aching prick.

“Are you going to fill me up,” she pleaded. “Fill me up for Michael, fill my slutty pussy with cum for him, yeah…?”

Ryan could only groan as he felt her tight, wet pussy massaging his throbbing length.

“Whatever you want baby,” he moaned. “Whatever you want.”

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The bar was quiet, it was a Tuesday after all. Ryan sat nursing a whisky on the rocks, Julia facing him with a vodka and Coke.

“Look, I want to be honest with you okay… I know this is kind of weird and believe me this makes me nervous as hell telling you this…”

Julia looked down at the table and then back up into his eyes.

“Because I think you’re great and I want to keep seeing you, and I hope you’re going to be cool with what I’m going to tell you.”

Ryan shifted and took a deep breath, his eyebrow arched almost imperceptibly and he leaned forward ever so slightly.

“I… I told you right off the bat that I have a husband, and I do… I do have a husband, and I love him very much.”

Ryan let out a disbelieving chuckle, but Julia continued undaunted and with emphasis.

“I love him VERY much, I know you probably don’t think so, especially given what we’ve been doing these last few weeks, but… I do. And he KNOWS that… and I know that HE adores ME.”

Ryan nodded apologetically, feeling sorry now that he had laughed. Julia glanced up to the ceiling and took a deep breath. ‘Here we go’, she thought to herself.

“Have you ever wondered what this key on my necklace is for?”

“Err, no. I… I dunno?” Ryan looked quizzical for a second and shook his head, no clue as to where this conversation was heading.

“Okay… well, have you ever heard of a chastity cage?”

Ryan shook his head a second time, “A what?”

Julia sighed, stealing herself for the worst.

“A chastity cage is… it’s a…. ‘device’ that locks around a guy’s cock and stops him touching himself or cumming, until he’s unlocked by the person who has the key.”

Ryan stared at her blankly, again – was this a joke, did such a thing even exist?

“Well that’s not strictly true… it is possible for him to kind of cum, but let’s not get into that right now.”

Julia might as well have been speaking in a foreign language as far as Ryan was concerned.

“Rrrrright, so this key is…?”

“For my husband’s chastity cage, yes.”

Ryan’s face crinkled as he tried to fathom this out.

“God this is hard to explain….”

Julia leaned forward, her voice becoming lower and conspiratorial.

“My husband is…. sexually submissive to me, I control his cock and decide when he gets unlocked and when he gets to cum.”

Ryan was pretty sure now that this wasn’t a joke.

“So he’s at home now,” Ryan began. “With some sort of…. cage locked on his cock, and you have the key.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Now it was Julia’s turn to let out a small laugh, how was she supposed to explain this simply to someone with no concept of what she was talking about.

“Because he worships me and he loves being controlled by me and…”

“And in return you lock up his cock and cheat on him!”

“NO! No, there is no ‘cheating’, this is all out in the open, he knows exactly what I’m doing and with who…”

“And he doesn’t mind?”

“No, it was his idea.”

Ryan sat back in his chair and took a sip of his drink, he could see she was a little rattled and he decided to back off a bit.

“Okay… I’m sorry, go on…”

“Look it’s not important for you to understand every detail right now, the point is, I want you to know that I really like you… and I want to keep seeing you, but I also want to be straight with you that, y’know… I have a husband, who I love very much and…”

Julia’s voice tailed off as she struggled to find the right words. After a few seconds she picked up her glass, swallowed a good measure of the drink and wished there was more vodka or less Coke.

“So what does he get out of this exactly, this chastity thing?”

“I know… it’s hard to understand, God knows I didn’t understand it at first… but you would be surprised how strong it can make a marriage. Look I really don’t think I can explain it right now, I just want to know if you are okay with it and… if you want to keep seeing me?”

Ryan frowned for a moment and then asked, “Do you still have sex with him then, when he’s not locked in this…. cage thing?”

“Sometimes, yes. But I don’t always let him cum.”

“Seriously?” Ryan’s mind was completely blown.

“Uh huh, I’m usually on top and he knows he has to tell me when he’s getting close and that he has to ask permission to cum.”

“Permission?”

“Yeah, he never cums without my express permission.”

Ryan picked up his own glass, finished his whisky and stood up. Julia looked at him with worried eyes.

“Where are you going?” she asked nervously.

“I think I need another drink.”

— — — — —

“Your cock feels so fucking good inside me, stretching me out… stretching my pussy so I can’t feel him anymore, will you do that for me baby?” Julia purred into Ryan’s ear.

Ryan responded by pushing his cock up deep inside her, filling her cunt right to the top with his thickness.

“Like that?” He asked.

“Yeah, just like that,” she moaned. “Ruin my slutty wet cunt for him.”

Julia started riding Ryan’s cock hard and fast, bouncing off the mattress as she slammed herself down on his stalk again and again, grinding her clit against his cock and pushing herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Ryan reached up and grabbed her gorgeous tits, squeezing them firmly as she bounced on his aching prick.

“I fucking love your tits,” he growled. “I wanna cum on your tits, they’re gonna look so good painted with my cum.”

Julia groaned loudly, the thought of her lover spraying her tits with his hot load was only bettered by the thought of her husband licking and sucking them clean. But not today…

— — — — —

Ryan returned from the bar with two fresh drinks and placed one in front of Julia.

“Thanks…”

He sat down and took a swig, before nervously biting his lip then asking.

“So, why are you telling me this now exactly?”

Julia stared into her drink for a second before replying.

“Because I really like you and I want… I want us to take this further. It’s been fantastic so far, but I’m looking for more, and if that can’t happen then I need to move on.”

Julia looked at Ryan, her lip trembling as she continued.

“I don’t just want you to be someone I fuck… I want you to be my ‘Bull’.

“Huh?”

“My ‘Bull’.” Said Julia again. “My husband is my ‘cuckold’ and I want you to be my ‘Bull’.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, I have sex with you… like I said, my husband is submissive, he gives incredible head, but I miss being fucked…. hard, and that’s difficult when you haven’t cum for two months.”

Julia locked eyes with Ryan again, searching for some sort of response.

“Two months…” whispered Ryan incredulously.

“Sometimes more… sometimes a lot more. It depends.”

“On what?”

“How I feel.”

Ryan swigged his whisky again, really quite taken aback.

“So you get to fuck me, out in the open, there’s no stress about getting caught, you can come to my house and fuck me in my bed… in fact that’s exactly what I want, I want to feel you inside me in my own bed.”

“And what about… your husband.”

“Michael… well, hopefully he’ll be there too, eventually… when you feel okay about letting him watch.”

Ryan clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, this was all new territory for him.

“Just watch, or does he want to join in?”

“He’ll do whatever I tell him, and no more, so whatever you’re happy with. He can watch, he can worship my feet while you fuck me, he can hold my legs open for you if you want…. he can guide your cock inside me if it makes you feel better… whatever you want, he’ll do whatever I say.”

Julia held his gaze, wanting to say more but too scared to…

“I still don’t understand what he gets out of this?”

“Well, it’s complicated… I guess, I don’t really expect you to understand. He loves being controlled, he loves being inside me when I let him, he loves being allowed to stroke his cock when I let him, he adores making me cum with his tongue… and he loves it when I come home from our dates, completely sated.”

Ryan stared at the woman in front of him, unsure what he thought about all this… part of him wished she wasn’t so fucking sexy so he could get up and leave with no regrets, but Julia was truly unlike any other woman he had ever met and he knew deep down he simply couldn’t do it.

“He loves it when I come home full of your cum and I make him lick me clean, he gets so hard inside his cage… he swallows every drop. Seriously, every time you’ve cum inside me, I couldn’t wait to get home so he could clean me…”

Julia let her words sink in and a picture formed in Ryan’s mind’s eye.

“Yeah, but surely not when …?”

Julia nodded slowly.

“Yes, even when you came in my ass. Michael will do ‘anything’ for me, he worships every part of me… and he loved it.”

Ryan shook his head and blew the air out of his cheeks.

“You both make me feel special, it’s just his way is a little different to yours… and I don’t want to have to give up either of you.”

— — — — —

Julia leaned back as she continued to ride her lover’s thick, hard cock, while he stared up at her gorgeous, creamy white breasts.

“Can you hear it?” she asked. “Can you hear his beautiful cock moving inside of me.”

“Yes Goddess,” came a distant voice from the end of the bed. “I can hear it.”

Julia reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit as she rode, it only took a few seconds and then she was cumming noisily all over Ryan’s aching cock, but this time Ryan managed to hold back. She sank forward and kissed her lover deeply, thanked him for being there for her, then eased herself off his throbbing prick and climbed off the mattress. She walked to the foot of the bed where Michael sat naked on the floor with his back to the end of the bed. Though he wasn’t restrained, his hands were out to his sides clutching the bed end as if he were. Julia knelt down on the floor between his open legs and bent down to kiss him tenderly on the lips.

“Can you taste his cock on me?”

Michael nodded. They kissed again, deeper this time, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths while they shared the taste of Ryan’s delicious meat.

“One day baby, you just have to be patient okay?” she whispered.

Michael nodded solemnly as Julia reached down and closed her palm around his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Mmmm, they feel soooo full, I think maybe I should let you cum soon…”

“Please, Goddess, that would be amazing,” sighed Michael.

“Mmmm, but maybe not today. Soon though… if you’re a good boy for me. Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes Goddess…”

Julia smiled and traced her fingers along the steel cage that surrounded Michael’s cock.

“So much better than the plastic one,” she whispered. “I love seeing your cock trapped inside those bars.”

She reached down between her legs and coated her fingers with her juices, then offered them to Michael to clean, one by one.

“Oh you love that don’t you?”

“Yes Goddess, you taste incredible,” he answered as he sucked and lapped at each finger greedily.

— — — — —

“Not only do I not want to give either of you up, I want to take it further, I want to make his… OUR fantasies real. I want him to watch us fuck, I want him to see, taste and smell everything. I want his submission to go deeper than ever before, I want… YOU to be the one that takes his wife, right in front of him. I want to look into his eyes and kiss him while you fuck me from behind… and I want him to submit completely… to BOTH of us.”

Ryan listened and it took a moment for the penny to drop.

“Whooah! I’m not sure about that…”

“It’s okay,” countered Julia. “I don’t expect it to happen overnight… we can take it as slow as you want, and maybe one day, just think about it, for me… please.”

Ryan looked uneasy but he really didn’t want this thing to end, even if it was more complicated than he’d first thought. Damn, that was another whisky gone, he was really chugging it back tonight.

“Okay… I’ll think about it,” he conceded, but I can’t make any promises.

“Thank you Ryan, that means a lot to me… I really do love fucking you, and I really want you to come to our house and fuck me in my own bed. I really, really want you to do this for me… and for Michael.”

— — — — —

“Just think how far we’ve come sweetheart, I know this isn’t what you really want, what WE really want, just yet… but just be patient for me, I think it will work out in the end.”

Michael nodded as Julia rose up and returned to Ryan on the bed. He so wanted to turn around and watch them fucking, but he promised them both he would stay on the floor facing away, unless Ryan told him otherwise. So there he sat, clutching the end of the bed, listening to his wife riding and sucking another man’s cock while his own pulsed inside its cage. He listened carefully, his eyes closed tight as he pictured the scene behind him. She was sucking him again now, taking him deep by the sound of it. Michael knew what an insatiable cocksucker his wife was, and he wished he could feel her lips on his aching cock again, but that was not for him to decide anymore.

Above him Julia released Ryan’s cock from her mouth and straddled him once again, his cock slid easily into her silky, wet pussy and the pair grunted in unison as they started to fuck once again. Michael listened intently, hoping that soon Ryan would be comfortable with this new life that he had stumbled into and would allow him to kneel beside the bed and watch them writhe, but he knew he had to be patient. Ryan was the first one who’d allowed them to get this far, pushing too hard now might blow the dream apart when it was so close.

Julia slid down onto her back and pulled her lover on top of her, wrapping her legs around his back as she pulled him inside of her.

“Fuck me, fill me with your cum, I want it… I want it so bad!”

Ryan started to stroke in and out, slowly feeling the cum rising in his balls.

“Give it to me, pump it into me, fill my cunt with your spunk!” she begged, as she pulled him deeper with her legs.

Ryan increased the speed of his thrusts, ramming his cock in and out of her sweet pussy. The moment of no return approached suddenly and he groaned loudly as he tensed and slammed into her four or five times, each thrust propelling a huge spurt of creamy cum into her waiting slit. They kissed breathlessly, bathed in sweat, their bodies tangled together, until at last Ryan pulled away and his cock broke the seal. As he looked down he saw the trickle of white cum starting to leak from her well fucked hole and he knew it was time for Michael to take over. He milked the last few drops of cum out of his cock and wiped them on Julia’s outer lips, ‘an appetizer for her husband’ he thought to himself as slid off the bed and headed for the en-suite to shower.

Julia lay there, all too aware of the dripping sensation between her thighs. The moment she heard the en-suite door shut, as they had arranged, she called out to Michael who stood up and turned to face her on the bed. She looked stunning, her legs spread wide, her pussy stretched open, dripping with cum and waiting for him.

“Come here baby, clean my beautiful, used pussy and make me cum again.”

Michael climbed onto the bed and up between her soft, pale thighs. His cock ached inside its prison but all he could think about was his wife’s pleasure, he dipped his head between her legs and tasted, once again, her lover’s cum. Julia responded to his gentle touch and pulled him closer, forcing his mouth harder against her dripping pussy.

“Make me cum baby, swallow it all and make me cum…”

Michael swirled his tongue around her lips, slurping and swallowing Ryan’s load as it oozed out of her gorgeous hole. Despite the relentless ache between his legs, all he could think about was making her cum. All he wanted, more than anything in the world, was to feel her buck under his tongue and to know that she was his again. He moved upwards and began to play his tongue over her clit, just like he had done thousands of times before. Except of course, this wasn’t like all those other times, this was markedly different and they both knew it.

Michael’s expert tongue worked it’s magic and soon he was rewarded, Julia felt it starting and grabbed handfuls of her husband’s hair, grinding herself against him as he licked her pussy devoutly. The feeling continued to grow, until it ballooned out and took hold of her completely. She spasmed wildly, once, twice, three times… four times, five times, six times…. the orgasm hit her like a train and she howled her pleasure until it finally released her from its grasp.

Julia’s fingers slid from Michael’s hair and he gently moved up her body to cuddle her, his steel clad cock nestling against her soft warm, thigh.

“I love you, more than I ever have,” he whispered before kissing her gently on the lips.

“I love you too…” breathed Julia. “And I know you want to cum so badly, but it makes me cum so hard knowing you can’t… it’s worth it isn’t it? For me?”

“Yes Goddess, anything is worth it for you.”

Potential Submissive: What are Your Goals?

Potential submissive wrote: “If I may suggest, you could write something with a dense description of the feelings and sensations about long-period privation of orgasm and chastity. I don’t know. Sincerely, most of the time things I read about such subjects are simply predictable and boring. Your writing, on the other hand, makes much more stimulated. Less “common-sense” and more nuanced. Anyway, keep going! Loved it (and dedicated some time particularly reading your “orgasm tracker” section. Could you share with me what are your goal? What you intent to achieve?”

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One of my goals was for the ratio between Mistress R’s number of orgasms and mine to be 10:1, and that has been achieved now. I don’t think it’s necessary to keep increasing that, it’s more important that MR decides, and if that’s more or less it’s up to her.
Another goal was for Mistress to ruin orgasms, because if you are going to have long term chastity then you need to have ruined orgasms one way or another. Again, it took a long time, but Mistress has got her head around that now and seems to be on board with doing that too.

I think there’s a lot of shit written on the internet about chastity and the effects of it. I’ve only gone 72 days, so I can’t speak for those who have gone much longer, but I certainly didn’t feel like I was walking around with a permanent ache. But then again you have to remember I am 47 years old, I can’t imagine what it would have been like to go 72 days when I was 25.

I find the effects are VERY noticeable when aroused, but otherwise are reasonably subdued. Sure I might wake up with some massive wood when I’ve been denied a while, but it’s nothing that can’t be coped with. On the other hand, being edged when you haven’t cum for several weeks/months is a lot more intense, although perhaps more mentally than physically.

I found there was stages to this that once you go through them you change your feelings about them. At first when I was only being denied for 10 days or so, I wanted it to go longer and was ‘disappointed’ when I was allowed to cum. Once this got to a certain point, I think you start to change your mind and want to cum, while at the same time wanting to set new ‘records’.

I must admit I now don’t really care about records and I don’t feel that I need to beat my record. It’s more important that Mistress R controls my orgasms and decides when I get to cum, and really I think once you get to this stage it’s better, because it’s more fun if you ‘want’ to cum, than if you don’t.

I think a lot of my goals have shifted onto different areas now, such as the ‘ass worship’ thing. I want Mistress to always feel desired and sexy and to know that she could demand any kind of ‘worship’ at a moment’s notice without fear of rejection.

And while it is a little incompatible with the whole chastity side of our relationship, I do love it when Mistress allows me to cum and makes me lick it up. When I am not allowed to cum for a long time I really start to crave that, at least now with the ruined orgasms that’s not quite such a problem.