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One More Day in My Girdle… Or Not

414YmYJIhtL“So Darling, just one more day until the end of March and the end of your required daily girdle. You’ve done very well. Your tummy is smaller and all that walking has really trimmed those silly love handles.”

Hannah could see exactly my progress because I was standing naked except for my cock cage pressing her yesterday panties into the corner with my nose.

“So tomorrow will be the last day you’ll be required to wear your girdle. But, you’ve been such a lamb about it. Never once complaining about how tight your girdle is or how humiliated you must feel wearing such a feminine garment every day. Your posture is really much better in your girdle and I haven’t heard you mention that lower back pain you were complaining about at Christmas. So I had a thought.

Maybe it’s time to make a girdle a part of your permanent lingerie wardrobe. We could order you a couple of new ones from Amazon. A little smaller of course.

Now you don’t have to tell me what you think right now. You know I don’t like you speaking during your corner time but we can discuss it at cocktails before I make up my mind. But I have to tell you that I like how you look and how you been have when you are all nice and tight in a pretty little side zip girdle. And I think I’ll also buy you a full body shaper for when I’d like a more feminine silhouette; nothing too extreme, just “B” cups.”

I was breathing a little faster in my corner and Hannah’s panty scent was intoxicating. The thought that I was finally going to be girdle free had been a huge incentive the last couple of weeks. Now Hannah had obviously decided that my girdle discipline, like my cock cage and morning corner time was to be a permanent part of our marriage. She would certainly listen to any real objections I might have at cocktails;but mild discomfort wouldn’t count and my humiliation would be a positive bonus.

And, in fact, my opinion didn’t matter a bit. My role is to be a submissive, obedient, husband. Hannah makes the decisions in our marriage and if she thinks I should wear a girdle the I should and do the best I can to make that discipline pleasing to her. It is just that simple.

Not happy about the reduction in size though.

Surprise Release

March is practically over and, delightfully, Hannah has let me out of my cock cage a couple of times. Just for a bit of relief. And she is wonderfully strict. “You can make your little mess but let’s get this done quickly.” I have about a minute to get hard before Hannah begins to pinch my nipples and telling me “Now hurry up. Make your little cockett squirt. Then you can lick up every drop.” It doesn’t take long and I have to clean up the mess I’ve made in the sake cup. Hannah doesn’t even let me take the cock cage ring which goes behind my balls off when I am masturbating for her. As soon as I have liked up the last drop of my come she’ll say,”Did you enjoy that Darling… Good. Now get your cage back on and we’ll put you away again.” I stuff my limp cock in my cage and the Lady of the House snaps the padlock shut.

I am a very lucky man.

(According to our Amazon statistics this month fourteen husbands and boyfriends had cock cages ordered for them. Enforced chasitity is not for every male but it is a wonderful way of affirming your position in a Female Led Relationship. For men in my position who are not yet locked up, maybe April will be the month when your wife or girlfriend takes the decision to finally end your control of your sexuality. I have to say that since I have been caged I have been happier, more relaxed and even more deeply submissive than I ever was when my cock was in my control. Yes, morning erections – particularly with my regime of low dose Viagra, are uncomfortable but that is an excellent alarm clock so I can get on with making Hannah’s tea and doing my morning meditation in the corner with my nose pressed in her panties. A cock cage makes a man’s submission constant and irrevocable. As it should be.)

On Being Caged: the New Normal

I have been in my cock cage since the first of March. Reading the blogs of other chaste husbands I have been struck by how they long to be free of their chastity. Much whimpering and begging and tales of painful, broken, erections.

I have my fair share of discomfort as my morning wood fills my cage or Hannah gives me a little tease before bed;but that is all part of the sense of having my cock taken away from me.

When I first started wearing my cage it felt strange. My cock was isolated, beyond my control, beyond even my touch. It felt very odd, wrong even. But as my time in my cage went from being occasional to constant I have begun to forget how it felt for my cock to be free. The soft cage is like wearing five or six thick condoms. While it pinches my balls occasionally, I hardly notice the cage most of the time. Only when, involuntarily, I get hard does the cage bite. Most of the time the lack of sensation where my cock used to twitch barely registers.

Wearing a girdle most of the day simply adds to my sensation of incompleteness. I used to have a cock and balls and the masculine sensations which went with them. Now I have nothing except the constant reminder that Hannah holds the keys to the lock and is not inclined to use them.

Before I was caged I had not idea how powerful absence could be; now I know my sexuality, or at least the capacity to do anything about it has been erased by a carefully molded piece of eight inch thick silicone. Our marriage now truly has only one sexuality – Hannah’s.

Which is how my darling wants it and how it should be. I suspect many marriages would be much deeper and more satisfying if wives caged up their husbands and husbands accepted the complete submission a cock cage creates

Girdled for Church

“Of course you’re wearing your girdle to church Darling. And you always wear your little cock cage so hurry up and get ready. I don’t like to be late and you’re handing out the bulletin and helping with the collection today.” Hannah said working on he light church make up. I had hoped she would give me a day off, at least my girdle, because I’ve made real progress on my weight, down five and a half pounds and toning my arms and legs. The squats are rounding my bottom “Very spankable” says Hannah.

But my Darling is strict. She agreed that I was making progress. “of course you are Dear. All that walking and the light weights. But rules are rules and you will be wearing your day girdle until you’ve lost the required weight and I’m satisfied.”

Romance and the Chaste Husband

submissive husbandHannah has posted at her blog about What Women Want. Of course I agree with what she’s said, especially when she says that men are not good at guessing. But there is nothing less attractive in a relationship than to have one partner having to tell the other what to do constantly. Especially when it comes to something like “romance”. A submissive husband needs to get that one right on his own.

First thing to know as a submissive husband: for women the whole romance/sex matrix is fraught. Many women have found themselves feeling pressured for sex as a price to be paid for a nice dinner or a dozen roses – or, for that matter, for doing the laundry or taking the garbage out. So, as a Man in My Position I have learned never to have the slightest expectation that any thing I do or say will lead to sex. Leave aside the fact that I am now in a cock cage pretty much full time, Hannah has made it very clear that I’ll have sex when and if she wants to have sex with me…cage or not.

While this chastity is frustrating it is a huge part of how Hannah choses to run our marriage. Which leaves me with a very easy route to romance. I buy her pretty things, make delicious food and remember flowers as a matter of course without the slightest expectation of sex. More to the point, I pay attention to her, ask her questions, compliment her, help her with her stockings, run and scent her bath simply to love and serve her…

The point being that romance, paying attention, being in love is the full time occupation. Sex, per se, is a delightful bonus. Not that The Lady of the House is unaware. She loves to tease and she certainly enjoys my oral attentions on a very regular basis. But I am under no illusion; most of that is for her pleasure. As it should be.

Punished

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Stripes

“Put on your punishment panties and go and make coffee and unload the dishwasher. When you are done I want you to come back upstairs and ask for your punishment.” said Hannah stretching in bed. The good news was that she was well rested and smiling. I was pretty certain she was no longer angry with me. Now it was just going to be a matter of what she thought I deserved.

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Ready

I hastened to obey. My punishment panties are, in fact a panti girdle with the back very much abbreviated. My “bottom lifter” fits very snug at the best of times and with my caged cock it took a little while to pull on. It does, however, protect my lower back and upper thighs a little which is a mercy. But that protection lets the Lady of the House use whatever force she thinks necessary. I finally got it on and scooted downstairs. Coffee, for some reason, did not take nearly as long to brew this morning.

I took Hannah’s coffee to her in a pretty little cup on a silver tray.

“Excellent.” said Hannah lifting the hot coffee to her pretty lips, “Now, I think you have something to say.”

Without being told I knelt at the side of her bed. “Darling, I was inexcusably rude to you yesterday evening. I humbly apologize. I promise it will not happen again.” I drew in my breath, “And to make sure I remember never to be rude to my darling wife I humbly ask that you whip me a long and as hard as you think is required.”

Hannah took another sip of her coffee and looked straight at me. “I accept your apology. But you are absolutely right. You need a proper whipping. And I have thought about that: The cane is all very well and you will certainly be taking your strokes; but I am afraid dear that I want you to go and get the bath brush first. And take your belt an lay it down. I will have to tie you for today’s session.”

I hate the bath brush. Hannah recently purchased a new bath brush and I had not yet felt the effect of its 16 inches or its relatively small head. I was pretty certain it would hurt…a lot.

“So, darling,” said Hannah as I got into position at the end of the bed and she wrapped the belt around my wrists binding them to my ankles and buckling the belt in one, smooth, motion, “I have not been as strict as I had intended to be this year and here is the result. My lovely man trussed like a chicken and needing a serious whipping. Which you are about to get.”

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pain spreader

With that, and no warm up I felt the bath brush crack down on my left cheek and then, almost instantly, my right and then back again. Five a side and then Hannah stopped. “Well, this is certainly noisy. I am just going to close the window. The neighbours don’t need to hear your punishment.”

I tried to catch my breath and just as I managed to Hannah started in again. Not quite so quickly, but with the same, agonizing force. “And this certainly makes your bottom a pretty red quite quickly.”  I was twisting in my position. There was no escape and Hannah did not seem to be stopping.

“I know you hate the brush but, other than the noise, it is a lovely instrument. The cane always scares me a bit. It is too easy to break your skin which I don’t like to do accidentally. But I could do this for hours.” I heard her but now I was deep in that place where you have no choice but to meet the pain. Each blow sent a freshet of sensation through my bottom and deep into my brain. I was vocalizing with every stroke. I learned long ago not to fight the sensation but to try to embrace it. To understand that Hannah was punishing me because I deserved it and she loved me all the more for my submission.

The brush went on and on. “And fifty…” said Hannah putting down the brush where I would be able to see it as I was caned.

“Now, would you like to wait for the cane or do you want me to carry on?”

A nasty question. If I waited the pain would die back and I would have to walk back to the place where I could embrace my whipping. If Hannah carried on the pain would be just as intense but there would not be the recovery and relapse. “Please Miss, until you are satisfied.”

“Good choice, I was going to give you more if you took a break.”

I heard the cane swish through the air and expertly slash both cheeks. Where the brush had only hit one at a time, Hannah’s cane technique has improved to the point where each stroke lands with equal force on wither side. Before I really “felt” the first stroke she had landed five more and had switched sides. Her backhand strokes are a little less intense. Which at this point was a huge relief. Another half dozen and she returned to her forehand.

“Almost done darling. Just another dozen or so and then the crosses.” To say I was in agony is just the beginning of a description. I could feel my bottom throbbing and the bruising already was beginning. Hannah didn’t have to stroke hard at all to provoke my vocalizations. I was twisting in my belt but Hannah had pushed my knees far apart and I could not have flipped over for all the trying in the world. I was very close to tears.

“Crosses darling.” The worst. Hannah slashed three lines at forty five degrees to my cane lines. Where the cane met a welt I could feel a little blood blossom form. Three strokes forehand, then she switched to her back hand to reverse the angle.

“Done. You are very brave darling. But you needed every stroke of that. I am going to release you in a moment and I want you to go to your corner for a few minutes while you recover. No rubbing. Your skin is broken in a few places and I don’t want you to do any more damage. Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you for my whipping Miss…I love you.”

“Good boy…now go to your corner.” said Hannah handing me her very damp panties.

1,000,000

Early this morning someone clicked on a post here and created the one millionth page view. The Lady of the House and I would like to thank everyone who has followed our journey through the pleasures of a wife led marriage.

Thank you all and especially the people kind enough to comment. We have learned a lot from our comments and,from time to time, Hannah has been affirmed in her decisions as to how best to direct a very happy marriage. Pretty much universally our comments suggest that she be firm, strict and perhaps a little more dominant than she might otherwise have been. This has increased her confidence and, I fear, ensured my position is all the more submissive. A position I am honoured to be in.

Thank you all.