Once Locked For Long Enough, The Wet Dreams Take Over Again. Or Worse, Just A Constant Leak. Once I Was

so much happier.

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a tease without doing anything really A touch here. Some skin there. This is all the effort an FLR and chastity take.

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Small words of encouragement like this are all You need to control Your man.

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guilty

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Leather leggings by Avanti, top by Body C and over-the-knee boots by diba.

Extract from a book by kitty Williams called strict male chastity.

Georgina:-I agreed to put my husband in chastity because he asked me to. I was rather ambivalent about the idea at first. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand what he wanted, but rather that I didn’t see it as particularly exciting from my point of view. I rather enjoyed finding an erect penis in my hand during foreplay. It has always been one of those moments in life that has never failed to surprise and delight me, even now. We have a kiss and a cuddle in bed and hey presto, look what has happened to my man. So the fact that he would be locked away down there seemed to me to be a bit of a waste. How wrong I was. The more I thought about the idea of controlling his sex-life, and I mean by that, having complete control over such a huge part of his life, the more aroused I became. It started off as just one week, a week in which both of us went through almost every emotion possible. The novelty factor, the excitement, and gradually what it actually meant on a practical level. Tom started off really keen, which I guess I should have expected, then went through a period of doubt fuelled mainly by frustration, and then gradually acceptance. He also became very attentive, and less assertive. I wouldn’t say he was servile, but he was certainly much more willing to do what I asked him to do. But the over-riding thrill for me was the power exchange, which was just so hot. We got to three months and I simply told him that I had decided to extend his time by a further three months. Just like that, a simple sentence, but it felt wonderful having total control over him in that way. At six months I extended it to a year, and also insisted he got a piercing, which he did willingly. I began to obsess about making it permanent, and that was reinforced in my mind by the increasing pleasure I was getting from the array of toys that I had amassed to replace my husband’s penis, each of which was far more satisfying, especially when I made Tom use them on me. He could see that a dildo in his hands or even strapped on to him was pleasuring me much more than he ever could, and I just loved how distressing that was for him. The more inadequate and redundant he felt, the more turned on I became? We have now gone for thirty-two months and I can honestly say I have never felt happier or more fulfilled. I am pretty sure that Tom will never be released for the purpose of ejaculation again, and I think we both know that now. Of course Tom could at any point just withdraw his consent, and sometimes when it is very difficult for him I wonder if he will, but so far that hasn’t happened. When he is not screaming with frustration he tells me that he loves the sweet torture of chastity, as he puts it. Sweet thing.“

No Cheating Sissy!

Locked, collared and at my place.