Male chastity

Caged

“So Darling,” Hannah said sleepily from our bed as I stood in my corner for my morning mindfulness, “How was your little cock cage to sleep in.”

“Surprisingly comfortable.” I replied as it had been.

“What about erections?” asked Hannah.

“Well, my morning erection was a bit difficult but one thing which I noticed is that because my cock is protected it isn’t stimulated by my nightie or the sheets or my panties so I didn’t have as many little erections as I usually do.”

“And you can’t play with yourself in your corner as I know you used to. What about peeing?” Hannah asked.

“Not a problem if I sit down.”

“Good. I think it looks quite nice. Much neater than having your little cock flopping around. You may get my tea.”

Not a word about taking the cage off.

Locked in my Cock Cage

“Darling, can you come up here for a moment.” Hannah called down the stairs when I got home for lunch. I went up to our bedroom and on the bed found:

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my little black cock

“It finally arrived when you were out. Now it looks to me as if there are a lot of fiddly bits which you will have to attend to. Go to it. We’ll formally put your little cock away at cocktails but I’d like you to try the various ring sizes and so on this afternoon. Once you are as comfortable as you can be you may come downstairs, kneel and hand me the keys. I counted. There are three of them.” Hannah smiled, “I am so glad I got you the small. Your little cock will be able to squeeze in there but, once you are locked up I don’t think there will be any erections for you without my permission.”

With that Hannah left and I began to figure out how my little cock cage worked. It is, in fact, quite small and it was a bit difficult to push the head of my cock in. I started with a big ball ring but that is too large and I am on the middle ring.

I’ve only worn my cage for an hour and it is not uncomfortable. But I know it is there. It is locked in place.

Half an hour ago I knelt at Hannah’s feet and, silently, handed her all three keys.

“Perfect. Now back to work and you can tell me at cocktail hour how it’s feeling. Then we’ll give you your little tablet and see how well it controls your erections.”

An Evening – Part II

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I knew what was coming. And I was not looking forward to it one bit.

“Put the water jug on the floor at the end of the coffee table Dear.” said Hannah. I did and waited for her next instruction.

“Kneel. That right, knees on either side of the jug. Perfect! Now Miss Black, a really well trained husband does exactly what he is told to do. And he does it until he is told to stop. Ready Darling…okay, lower your little balls and that silly cockette into the ice. That’s it dear. Now here is your kitchen timer…Four minutes should be about right.”

The shock of the iced water on my testicles was enough to make me forget how embarrassed I was to be kneeling in front of a strange woman in a bra, girdle and stockings. And then the ice hit the steel intruder up my bottom and I could feel it cooling in me. Hannah kept right on talking.

“Elliot loves this little old fashioned kitchen timer. I can be forgetful and a couple of times I have simply left him in his corner all afternoon. In fact, one day I went shopping and he simply had to stand there naked until I came back. And I often send him to a corner in my closet where he can enjoy his mindfulness in the dark. But, out of sight, out of mind.” (more…)

Hannah Relaxes

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Hannah writes about her evening at her dominant wife blog. Relaxing for her, a bit less so for me. I passed my one month chastity mark. Hannah is showing no signs at all of being in the least bit concerned. In fact, last night she teased me a little as I was getting ready for bed.

She has nipple trained me which means that it is nearly impossible for me to ejaculate without her pinching my nipples; but it is almost impossible not to when she pinches, especially if she uses her lovely long nails. Which she did last night but without any verbal permission I just had to lie back in my nightie and pantie girdle and let her enjoy my acute discomfort. She pinched my erect nipple through the thin cotton of my white nightie. She would put on a lot of pressure for a few seconds with the tips of her fingernails and then ease off a little only to repeat the pain a few seconds latter. My cockette, I am embarrassed to say, leaked precum in my pantigirdle and I had to go to sleep in the wetness of my mess.

I so hope she lets me ejaculate sometime before Halloween.

The pleasures of chastity

After my much anticipated whipping and release last Saturday I knew I would be chaste for at least a week. I am never allowed to ejaculate during Hannah’s period and usually several days after. And so it has been 8 days. And I suspect it may be several more.

This morning I awoke with a really urgent erection; urgent enough that it was throbbing inside my panties. Hannah knew. The tell tale tiny thrusts of my hips were becoming more and more obvious.

“Well, I suppose you could get your cup….But, no, go downstairs and plug in the kettle and open the drapes.”

I swung out of bed and got to work. A few minutes later I brought Hannah a nice, cold, glass of water.

“There you are dear, a few minutes of domestic duties and that’s all taken care of.”

And the erection had gone. But not the love and the desire. Which is how it should be.

Cooling Trend

stockings and panties“Darling,” said Hannah as I fastened the back tabs of her stockings, “I know it has been quite a long time since I have let you come. I actually prefer you a bit on edge so nothing will be happening very soon.” I stood up, half erect at the intimacy of my duties.

“So I have been thinking and what I have thought is that, well. You know how I like to have the ice bucket for my wine filled with salt water and ice cubes and then put in the freezer.”

“Yes Hannah.”

“Well, tonight, while I am out, I’d like you to fill the ice bucket, put it in the freezer for ten minutes and then take it to the downstairs bathroom. Put it on the mat, take off your pants and kneel with your cock and balls in the ice water as long as you can stand it but not less than 90 seconds – I would really prefer two or three minutes.”

“Yes Hannah.”

What a delightfully diabolical scheme. I filled the bucket, let it cool and, gingerly knelt in the required position. And I forced myself to stay there for the full two minutes…Hannah is not back yet but I expect she will be surprised at two things: first, after about a minute my balls retracted all the way up. It was like suddenly having no testicles at all. Second, despite the pain, my cock got quite hard.

I fear that the ice bucket will likely find its way into my kneeling confessions. And, knowing Hannah, she will want to hear all the details of every sin of omission and commission as ice cubes spin gently around my quicken cock and absent balls.

She really is very clever and I am very much in love.

Even

I have been entirely chaste, not even milked, for nearly two weeks. This is typical of the low end of Hannah’s, and therefore my, cycle. For a few days she has no interest at all in sex or teasing or my discipline. And, for a man in my position, that is simply the way it is. There is only one sexuality which matters in our house: Hannah’s and I have agreed to abide by that fact. But it is terribly frustrating and deliciously impossible to change.

However, last night, Hannah began to stir. She hinted at a blow job but fell asleep long before that was a possibility. I fell asleep erect and longing. “I’ll give you a spanking in the morning darling,” Hannah said as she drifted off. Which, of course, made me all the harder.

Hannah arrived in our bedroom as I was making our bed. We chatted for a little while and then she said, “So show me this new position.” I hastened to comply. Now that Hannah is enjoying swinging her cane with a degree of authority, it matters a great deal to me that each side of my bottom is evenly whipped. The last couple of whippings have, shall we say, favoured the right buttock which is the natural consequence of Hannah standing to my left. She can only bring the cane down by swinging forehand. The “new” position puts me on my knees at the bottom corner of the bed and at a 45 degree angle. Hannah saw the advantages of this new arrangement immediately.

“So all I have to do,” she said fastening my wrists to my ankles securely with my soft black leather belt, “is switch sides and use my backhand. Well, let’s see if that can work.” dominant wife

As Hannah spoke she was warming me up with a steady, hard, hand spanking. As Mrs. Spencer quite rightly points out, for a man even the hardest hand spanking delivered by a woman barely registers. A fact not lost on Hannah as she picked up her cane. She began forehand on my left and, as expected, my right cheek was soon warming and then hot. Hannah’s strokes were not particularly hard. This was a pure maintenance whipping and there is plenty of time for welts later in the month. A dozen and a half strokes in and Hannah was satisfied. She switched sides.

A revelation! Until now my right side has always taken the brunt of my whippings, maintenance or punishment. Now Hannah was able to even the punishment. The sweet sensation of her cane biting into my flesh, not terribly hard but constantly, was matched by the heat rising from my well lined right buttock. Hannah’s backhand whipping technique took a few strokes to come in. She was gauging the force of her strokes and it was only after half a dozen that she settled on what pleased her. All too soon, but not soon enough, it was over. Or was it? Hannah made no move to unbuckle my belt. I was in position.

She said nothing but stroked my bottom quite firmly as if assessing her work. Unsatisfied she stood back and delivered three harder forehand strokes and then, switching sides, three stiff backhand slashes. I winced at each of them but the short respite had given me time to collect myself and I did not vocalize or cry. In fact, now that my punishment was evened out, I could easily have taken another dozen hard strokes a side. Which is a great gift. Only then did Hannah release my wrists.

I managed to say “Thank you darling” before she got on with her day and I with mine. It is going to be an interesting few weeks.