married femdom

While it is true that my six-year marriage has resulted in a life of bondage for me, I have found that I’ve never been more satisfied. Furthermore, ours is an unusual relationship even in that murky world of servitude and female worship. I say bondage but my hands are never restrained by ropes or chains just by my need to please. I am constantly humiliated but never degraded as my wife chooses not to speak in a demeaning manner to me. I endure no whips or paddles, no clamps or needles for the only pains I have to suffer is the worry of not pleasing my Queen, my wife. I live a life of chastity but I am not kept in a cage or any other devise meant to deny a male orgasm. You ask how this is all possible and my answer is my devotion to my superior partner and wife, Grace.



My day starts with me waking and quietly getting out of bed to fix coffee. Then off to the bath for a shower and an all body shave, as my Queen likes the feel of my smooth skin. Next, I make breakfast for my wife and serve it to her in bed along with the morning paper. While she eats and reads her paper, I crawl under the covers and put my face to her precious slit to give her first orgasm of the morning. When she is finished with me, she pushes me away and then I go clean the breakfast dishes and get dressed for work. She enjoys the idea of sending me off to work with her scent on my face and truthfully, so do I. If any of my staff has noticed this, they have not mentioned it to me.



At lunch, I rush to the market to purchase items for the dinner I will prepare when I get home. Doing this on my lunch means I can get home earlier. As soon as I can get out of work, I hurry home, hoping to fine my Queen there. If not, it is not my concern where she might be, but I worry nonetheless. When she is not there, I start the laundry and do what housework that needs tending to and I try to do what I can about dinner but my Queen will not touch a cold or reheated meal so I always wait until she arrives before I start to cook. Whenever she does come home, I focus on her needs, which usually involve a foot massage and lengthily oral ministrations to relieve stress. I’ll let you in on a little secret this is when I often find out what she has done for the day as many times her temple is filled with copious amounts of seminal fluids. She never says who or where she collects this issue and of course, I never ask.



Many nights when dinner is over and I have cleaned up the kitchen, my wife will allow me to worship at her most precious place, and this is always the highlight of my day. I kneel between her thighs as she reads or watches TV over a glass of wine. As I am usually ignored here, I can spend hours at my Queen’s sex. It makes me so proud when sometimes I find that right spot and she will grab my head to hold me in place while she climaxes. It is often after these orgasms that she will allow me to have release. This is always done the same way as I stand in front of her with my trousers around my ankles. She watches me pleasure myself as she holds her wine goblet to catch my issue. As I am in a constant state of arousal it does not long and when I cum I look to her face as she smiles at me and calls me a good boy. I’m then required to drink the contents of the wine glass and always feel fortunate if there is some wine left to cover the taste of my ejaculate.



I know many think of my life with scorn and I guess I couldn’t blame them. As for me, I couldn’t desire more and my marriage is something I fantasized about for years until I met Grace. My only goal in life to insure my Queen lives a life of royalty. I know my servitude to her is my destiny and if she were to dismiss me, I would surly die.

I enter her bedroom with my hands behind my back and naked except for my cock cage. My little clitty is throbbing inside its prison even more than usual. I approach Mistress and await her command yet she ignores me as she enjoys her coffee and morning paper. Mistress looks up just as I wince in pain,



“What is the matter husband is that useless worm causing you discomfort?”



“Yes Ma’am, it keeps trying to grow inside my unit and the lack of room is quite painful.”



“Ah yes, that’s probably the Viagra I ground up in your food bowl last night, I wanted to see if it really worked.”



I notice she has a devise attached to a stand on the floor, it is long and slim, it looks somewhat like a dildo but really more like a shoehorn. Mistress instructs me to kneel on it all the way, until my rectum is touching the stand. I am so happy that I have such a benevolent Mistress because she has thought to put lubrication on the devise.



” This dear hubby is a prostrate massager and I think it will alleviate your throbbing little clitty.”



She presses a remote control and the devise begins to both vibrate and ungulate in and out of my rear. It feels thrilling in fact almost too much to bear and as I look down, I see my clitty start to drip. My filthy spunk pools inside my plastic cage then slowly drips out on the floor. When my discharge finally stops Mistress instructs me to clean the floor where I dripped with my tongue and then to go finish my chores. As I leave her room, I feel my spunk drying inside my cage.



Later Mistress allows me to help her dress for Her day. I bath her, shampoo her hair, and then dry her with the big fluffy towel. I feel so fortunate that she allows me to select her panties and I pick a very pretty lavender for her. After dressing her, she leaves without so much as a good bye.



I was almost finished with my housework when she called to say she was going out with HIM,



“Don’t bother making dinner I’ll bring you home something.”



I asked her when she’d be home and was told it was none of my business. It is always so tough on me when she goes out with HIM. HE just uses her for his own pleasure and often she comes home in a foul mood and I’m the one who suffers.



I finish my housework and then go to her bath to retrieve her delicates to hand launder. This is always my favorite chore and it is such a delight just to feel her dainty panties. This is especially true when Mistress is not at home, as I can caress them on my face and enjoy her scent. I always taste the gusset hopping for just a hint of her essence. Once done I go to my tiny room and try for sleep as I await her return.



I am awakened by the cold wet feeling of Mistress’s panties on my face; I can tell they are full of HIS semen both foul and distasteful. As soon as Mistress sees that I am awake, she straddles my face. I look up to her most precious place to see it crusted with HIS spunk and from deep inside her I see a drop ooze out and cascade to my face. Once, twice, and yet again drops fall from her to my brow before she seats herself upon my face. She starts by rubbing herself all over me, then settles upon my mouth, and she orders me to clean her. I stick my tongue deep inside her to scoop out HIS ilk trying not to retch.



“Oh, he was so amazing tonight; I came so many times I lost count. He is without a doubt the best lover I’ve ever had.”



Mistress goes on and on about HIS virility but I can see that by the copious amount of HIS issue I am cleaning up.



When I have finished and she has yet another orgasm, she leaves my tiny bed to go to her room. I lie there alone with the images of them in my head, and HIS ilk drying on my face as my clitty throbs inside its cage. Now wide-awake I lay on sheets wet from the cum of my wife’s lover and I think on my life. Why do I put up with this degradation and mortification? I am not a captive; I can leave anytime I want. Ah yes, that is the question, does my Mistress force my humiliation or is it what I really want? I already know the answer I’m just too ashamed to admit it.

“Ding!” Adam’s Smartphone alerted him to a new email. He had just left his desk, and tonight Kristen, his wife, had planned a night together. He reluctantly glances at the phone, and sees that it’s from her.



“Starting now, you are my slave. You will do exactly as I say. I want you to get home. You will go directly upstairs, remove all your clothes, and take a shower. You will receive further instructions then. Reply to this email to let me know that you’ve received it. Mistress Kristen”



He hurried to his car and dialed Kristen. She answered immediately, “So did you get my email?”



“Yes! I lo-”



Kristen cut him off, “Yet you ignored my instructions? You were to reply to the email. I thought I made that clear. You’re not off to a good start. Now get home, get naked, and get your ass in the shower.” With that she hung up.



Adam raced home, his mind racing, wondering what Kristen had in store for him. He pulled into the garage, undressed and began showering as fast as he could. About halfway through, he heard the door open. The click of Kristen’s heels on the hard bathroom floor sent a rush of blood to his already throbbing cock. As she approached, he could vaguely make out her shape through the translucent shower curtain. She appeared to be wearing a black gartered corset with stockings. Adam imagined how great her breasts would look nearly spilling out the top of the corset.



“I bought a new outfit just for tonight, I wanted to feel sexy. Too bad this is the best look you’ll get at it.” She approached, reaching and grabbing his slick, soapy cock through the shower curtain. She played with it gently. “When you get done, I want you to dry off, and put on this blind fold that I’ve left on the counter for you. Once that is done, call for me.”



Adam quickly finished, dried off and blindfolded himself as ordered. He excitedly called for her, “Kristen, I’m ready!” He heard the door open and once again, the sound of her heels against the floor engorged his cock. She grabbed his balls firmly, squeezing firmly enough to make him rise to his toes.



“You will address me as Mistress Kristen, or just Mistress. Understand?”



“Yes Mistress”



Mistress Kristen took his hands, put a leather cuff on each wrist, and secured the cuffs together with a clip. “We wouldn’t want this blindfold coming off now either.” She put a pair of panties on his head. He could smell her pussy juices on the moistened panties. Taking a firm grip of his cock, she led him to the bedroom. “Follow me slave.”



She led him to the footboard and placed his hands on top. “Now, you disobeyed me earlier. For that there will be consequences.” With that she spanked his ass with what felt like a paddle.



“Owwwwww!” he yelled.



She spanked him again. “Quiet!” He jumped at the sting. She spanked him ten more times, each strike eliciting a groan or a flinch. “Aww,” she taunted “what happened to my big strong man? You can’t take a spanking from a girl?” She spanked him again. “Now, when I order you to email me, you will email me.” Adam could feel the blood rushing to his ass. She spanked him again “Understand?”



Adam struggled to answer “I understand.”



She spanked him again. “You understand what?”



“Owwww.” He yelled. “I understand Mistress Kristen.”



“Good boy!” He jumped again as she dug her nails into his burning ass. She grabbed him by the cock again, pulling him around to the side of the bed. “Now, on your knees boy!”



He dropped to his knees and heard her sit in front of him on the bed. Kristen unclipped his hands moved them behind his back where she reattached the cuffs to each other. She threw her legs over his shoulders. He could feel her nylons against her face. He longed to see his sexy stocking clad wife. He then felt her heels digging into his back and could smell her pussy which must be only inches from his face.



“Ooooh, this is making me so wet. I’ll have to do something about this.” He heard a vibrator turn on, then begin to work on the pussy right in front of him. “Mmmmmm, I bet you wish you could see this don’t you?”



“Yes Mistress” he whispered.



“Mmmmmm, yes!!” she screamed. She started bucking her hips bringing his head back and forth, being careful not to let Adam’s face touch her pussy. This seemed to go on forever. Adam couldn’t decide what was worse torture, this teasing or his paddling. Finally Kristen asked “Do you want to taste my pussy? Beg for it you little bitch!”



“Please Mistress Kristen, let me taste your pussy” he panted



She dug her heels into his sides. “You can do better than that can’t you? Maybe I should keep this up until you want it more”



“Oh please Mistress! This boy is begging to taste your sweet, sweet pussy! I beg you to let me taste your juices.”



She grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his head into her shaven pussy. He immediately found her clit with his tongue and started licking with quick short strokes. She fell back onto the bed, pulling him into her cunt. Adam took a deep breath and sucked her whole clit into his mouth. “God yes!” Kristen yelled, “Make your mistress cum now!” He licked faster. As her body began to quiver he sucked on her clit hard. “OOOOOOHHHHHHH!” she yelled as her body tensed, orgasm taking over her. Her pussy juices gushed all over his face.



“Such a good little pussy licker. Up on the bed so I can thank you properly.”



He quickly climbed onto the bed. Kristen pushed him down on his back, attaching each wrist to the headboard. His aching cock stuck straight into the air. He felt her nails lightly brushing his sides, up the inside of his thighs. Unable to move or see, Adam felt these touches throughout his body, his back arched up with anticipation. Then he felt it and jumped. Her wet, warm mouth slowly enveloped his cock. She drove her mouth slowly down the length of his shaft, then back up even more slowly. She paused when just the head remained in her mouth and licked it all over.



Mistress Kristen stroked him with her hand as she slowly kissed her way up his body. His stomach. His chest. His nipples. His neck. She squeezed his cock as she whispered in his ear. “This cock belongs to me. You will not cum without permission. Understand boy?”



Adam could barely whisper in acknowledgement, “Yes Mistress.”



She laughed and climbed on top of him, guiding his shaft into her still wet pussy. She slid up and down as slow as she can. “Ooohh yes” she moaned as she rode his rock hard cock. All Adam could do was feel her riding him. His body tensed as his cock strained. He clenched his thighs and ass cheeks to keep from coming.



He begged her, “Mistress, may I please cum?”



“NO!” she snapped, “Where are your manners? I’m not through with this cock yet”



“Owwwww!” Adam yelled as Kristen sharply squeezed his nipples.



She started breathing harder and riding him faster. Twice more Adam begged to cum, only to be answered with slaps to the balls. She started quaking on his cock as his body completely tensed, every ounce of his being straining to hold back his orgasm. Finally, she yelled “Cum with your Mistress!” Adam relaxed and his cock throbbed. Kristen drove herself down deeply onto him. She shook and screamed as his cock exploded inside her.



As Kristen climbed off of his sensitive, now flaccid cock, she asked, “So, what do you think?”



As Adam tried to find the right words to describe it, he heard another reply. A strange female voice answered, “We loved it. Can’t wait to see you two again!”



To be continued…

Janice and Mike (not their real names) are a married couple in their mid forties. Married about twenty years. About ten years ago they started playing with a male chastity device and discovered they were having a lot of fun with it. They have been using it ever since.



The device is a stainless steel or plastic tube about three and a half inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter with a forty-five degree bend in the middle of it. A steel ring is attached to the tube. The flaccid penis fits into the tube and then the steel ring is fitted around the base of the testicles and locked into place with a small padlock.



Once locked into place the penis cannot be touched or stimulated and it prevents the wearer from getting an erection. Janice and Mike agreed that Janice would be the keeper of the key. She decides when it will be locked on Mike and for how long. When he is locked up, she wears the key to it around her neck on a chain, claiming that the key is to her jewelry box.



Mike has always been submissive to Janice so he never protests when she wants him locked up. He claims that Janice has become very exciting and mysterious for he never knows when she will want him locked up or for how long.



When not in use, Janice keeps the device in her dresser draw under her underwear. When she feels that her marriage is becoming boring, routine or Mike is becoming inattentive, she takes out the device and locks him in it. She claims that from the moment the lock is clicked, Mike becomes very attentive and stays that way until the device is removed.



All of his life Mike was able to touch and fondle his penis. He could masturbate anytime he wanted but now Janice has full control over his penis. The sensations of touch have become very special and treasured to Mike. The device has added some excitement to their marriage.



Male Chastity Device and the Cuckold Lifestyle



The male chastity device has proven to be a useful tool in cuckold relationships as well. Because of the intense emotional pressures that a willing cuckold goes through before and during his cuckolding, he will masturbate incessantly.



When the willing cuckold is finally united with his wife but because of his masturbating, he will be unable to perform which adds to his feelings of inadequacy and impotency.



I had suggested to a young wife, who is in her early twenties, that she should have her willing cuckold purchase a chastity device. She claimed that he would never accept that. She never believed that he would have asked her to cuckold him but he did. He would gladly have her be the keeper of the key to his chastity device but she will never know, if she doesn’t explore it with him.



This young wife, views the male chastity device as a tool for bondage and torture. Janice and Mike see it as a toy for marriage excitement and I see it as a tool to regulate a cuckold’s ejaculations. It’s better that he climax in his wife’s arms and not alone in his hand.



I advised the young wife that after you leave on your date, your husband’s arousal and excitement will turn to feelings of abandonment. He didn’t know that he could feel so alone and awful. He saw how aroused and excited you were for your Bull when you left on your date. He knows that you are going to be fucked like you have never been before in your life.



Your husband has always been so gentile and tender in his love making but now, tonight, he knows that you are going to be taken roughly and forcefully by a macho man with a very large cock. In the cuckold’s mind, the Bull always has a much larger cock.



Your husband waits at home for your return, feeling so inadequate, ashamed, humiliated, remorseful and so damn aroused. He can’t control his arousal. He doesn’t want to masturbate. He wants to be ready for you when you return but he can’t help himself. He lays on your marriage bed, masturbating to the thoughts of you, till he ejaculates. Once he has climaxed, the feelings of arousal fade and are replaced by feelings of remorse, buyer’s remorse. He feels so ashamed. He should never have done this, he should have kept it a fantasy but now it’s too late. By now he has become your cuckold.



He didn’t want to climax, he wants to be aroused and ready when you come home, if you come home. His penis is shriveled, shrunken, wet, and sticky, covered with his semen. He hopes that you don’t come home and find him in this state.



He cleans himself up. He can’t get the thoughts of you and your Bull out of his head. The feelings of jealousy, shame and humiliation overwhelm him. He becomes aroused again, a victim of his own passions. He can’t help himself, his erection is so demanding. He is so depressed and lonely for you. He tries so hard to fight the urge, but his hand finds his erection and he strokes himself to climax again.



Over and over through out the night, his emotions drive him to masturbating insistently and uncontrollably. When you finally come home, his shriveled, shrunken membrane is sore and spent from the hours of masturbating. He wanted to be fully aroused for you but he’s not. He feels so inadequate.



What they should have done; In the week before his cuckolding, when they were shopping for her sexy underwear and clothes, they should have also purchased a male chastity device. In that week before his cuckolding, he could have started getting use to wearing it.



On the night of her husband’s cuckolding, he will be locked in the chastity device and she will have the key hanging around her neck. Her Bull may ask, “What’s the key for?”



She’ll smile and say, “It’s for my jewelry box.”



While she’s sucking her Bull’s cock, she’ll think of her husband’s cock, at home, safely locked in it’s cage, waiting for her return and attention, anticipating her gentle touch. She’s saving the best for last.



But for now she spreads her legs and her Bull begins to push his cock into her vagina, the very act that will transform her husband into her willing cuckold. She’s confident that the chastity device will prevent her cuckold from masturbating. He will be ready for her when she returns home.



After she and her Bull have completed the cuckolding of her husband and they are resting, waiting to recover their strength, she may give her cuckold a mercy phone call.



“Hello!”



“Hi Babe. How are you doing?”



“I’m lonely for you.”



“Well, just give me another couple of hours and then I’ll be home.”



“How is it going?”



“Oh, it’s wonderful. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.”



“Am I now your cuckold?”



“Yes, you are. Are you alright with that?”



“I think so.”



“It was best that we did it this way. I have to go now. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. I love you. Bye.”



By not being able to masturbate and climax, the cuckold will remain in a state of arousal. He will not be overcome with those strong feelings of buyer’s remorse, self doubt and self loathing that always follow after he has masturbated. In that respect, the male chastity device is a merciful device as it spares the cuckold the awful feelings of remorse.



Now when she comes home, she will unlock him and he will be ready for her and they will share the most intimate time of their lives.



When the cuckold is permitted to watch his wife with her Bull, he will sit on a nearby chair, mesmerized as he watches the Bull’s buttocks humping up and down, his muscular, hairy legs like some kind of animal between her parted delicate legs.



The cuckold will masturbate in sync with the Bull’s pounding of his wife. The room will be filled with her cries of pleasure, her Bull’s grunting, with the sound of his large, hairy testicles slapping against her anus. Then he will watch as the Bull’s muscular legs and buttocks stiffen and grind into her as he begins shooting his seed deep into her womb.



When the Bull is finished fucking her, he will roll off of her telling the cuckold, “Your wife is such a great fuck. So tight and sweet, like she’s never been fucked. Hope I didn’t stretch her out too much. I’m finished for the moment. It’s your turn.”



The cuckold will see her legs parted, her vagina all open, raw, red and oozing her Bull’s semen. She will gesture to her cuckold to come and take his place between her legs. She is so hot. She’s not done, her motor is running, she squirms on the bed, she’s got to have more.



The cuckold will move toward her, only to discover that his penis is shriveled, shrunken, his hand and penis, covered in his own semen. He didn’t realize that he ejaculated while watching the Bull climax into his wife. Having just ejaculated, he is incapable of fucking her.



Frustrated, he watches as his wife turns to her Bull and begins fondling his flaccid penis.



What they should have done; The wife should have had her cuckold locked in the chastity cage preventing him from masturbating. Then she could have given him the key, allowing him to continue the pleasure of gratifying her.



The male chastity device can be a fun and pleasurable tool in submissive male marriages. I don’t believe it would be received in a male dominated relationship.

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