pampereddiva's Blog

With the weather improving, I decided to invite my female friends to come for an afternoon in the garden playing with hubby. The weekend before they were due I gave hubby a design of something I needed him to make. It was a variation on the standard humbler, in that it was a two piece wooden plank, hinged and with a slot to hold his balls pulled back between his legs, so that he would be stuck in a kneeling position. In additition it had a wooden base plate, that he would kneel on. The plate had a hook, and so did the bottom of the humbler, and by putting two cable ties together I could pull his balls down towards the base plate, making him doubly uncomfortable.

Before the girls arrived I got hubby onto our garden table in a kneeling position, put a stool under his chest and secured his arms to the table legs. He was then immobilised, and I could remove his cock cage securely. I applied the humbler, and used the cable straps to drag his balls as far towards the base plate as I could. He was then in some pain, and couldn't move an inch in any direction without worsening the pain. In addition, his balls were presented prominently behind his thighs. I gave them a little tap with my hand, not that hard, honest :) He shreiked in agony. Dear oh dear, there was much worse to come for the poor lamb.

"I've invited Sue and Sarah to a garden party. Do you rember how much fun you had with them last time?"

"Oh God, please no...not them"

"I didn't invite Donna as she was such a wimp. I'm just going to put this gag in your mouth, so we don't upset the horses"

That was the end of the conversation for hubby.

"High girls, so glad you could come and help me entertain hubby. I'm afraid he can't really greet right now, as he's a bit tied up"

Both the girls giggled and moved towards hubby's exposed arse and balls.

 

"Why don't you both give him a couple of taps on his balls with that wooden spoon"

"Wow Sue, that wasn't gentle at all, did you see the way






 

Since it was nice and sunny a couple of weekends back, I decided to have a barbeque. I invited my three girl friends and tasked hubby with cooking us a fab meal. Of course, I insisted he be naked for the whole thing, and I even allowed him to be out of his cage, however, he had to pee in the garden, where we could all see him. I didn't want him having a sneaky wank in the loo!

I tasked the girls with keeping him erect, the whole time he was cooking, so they took turns to stand next to him and stroke his cock. Since he hadn't had an orgasm for two weeks, that was extremely frustrating for him, but, of course, fantastic fun.

In addition to the stroking, we all had a go at shoving him towards the flaming Weber, cock first, and a couple of times he just touched it with the head of his dick. As you can imagine he swore loudly when that happened, but the wounds weren't serious and he stayed erect.

During the meal we kept him erect, with occassional strokes, which quite put him off his food.

With the meal over, and quite a lot of champagne drunk, I proposed a game. We have an area of decking, with a picket fence around it, and a gate. I think it was for a hot tub for some previous owner, but now it has no use, however, that weekend it suddenly had a use.

I locked hubby's hands behind his back, then told the girls to strip naked, which caused a lot of giggling. Next I handed each of them a cane, and explained the rules.

The idea was to inflict punishment on hubby with the canes. The only legitimate targets were his arse, his cock and his balls. They were to be in competition, not co-operation, and I would declare a winner at the end, who would get the benefit of hubby's hard work the following weekend on whatever project they wanted to set him. That got them interested, they were all talking about decorating, gardening etc.

Hubby's task was to try to get out of the gate, although I didn't think that would happen.

I shoved hubby onto the deck, then sent the girls after him, explaining that his balls were the primary target, then his cock, and lastly his arse. I also mentioned that since it was a serious competition, there was nothing wrong with them hitting each other if it gave them an advantage.

Anyway, it started simply enough with hubby running away to the other side of the deck, and the girls following him. Then he darted through them, and he was surrounded in the middle of the deck. Sarah wacked his cute arse with her cane, causing a pretty stripe, and as he jumped forward, Donna hit his prick with her cane, which caused him to stagger back slightly, losing his balance. As he tried to regain his balance he parted his legs, and Sue was quick to bring an upstroke from behind, getting him squarely in the balls.

Poor hubby nearly lost it at that point, but he managed to recover, and seeing Sarah in front of him, quite near the fence , he charged her, whacking her bare arse hard into the fence, and leaving only his bare arse available to the other girls. They took turns giving him a whack on his butt, and with each whack he pounded into Sarah, and I realised he was humping her stomach with his cock.

There was no way Sarah was going to let him get away with that, so she shoved his shoulders hard, sending him back about a foot, and again, off balance. As he regained his balance he headed forward towards her again, but this time she was ready, and brought her knee up hard between his legs, full force into his unprotected balls.

She felled him like a tree. Suddenly he was on the ground in the foetal position, trying to get his breath. At that point something strange happened. Sue swung her cane at full force and hit Donna right across both breasts, then Sarah unleashed her cane on Donna's pert arse, the the two girls launched an avalanche of blows on poor defenceless Donna. Eventually Donna fell to the floor and both of her opponenets grabbed a leg each and pulled up and apart.

Donna's pretty pussy was wide open, and they wasted no time before aiming blow after blow onto her pussy, causing Donna to scream and beg for them to stop. By this time hubby had recovered and was standing watching, with a huge, gorgeous erection. I was quite tempted to grab him and fuck him, but I didn't think I would risk it.

Eventually, they stopped caning Donna's pussy, and told her to stay away, as they rounded on hubby. At least Sarah rounded on hubby, but Sue turned to be behind Sarah and gave her a flying cane on her well rounded  posterior. Sarah turned to fight back, but Sue was too fast as she charged Sarah, pushing her back towards the fence. Once at the fence Sue dropped down slightly and bit Sarah's right breast. Sarah was pushing Sue, trying to get her off her beast, but Sue used her position to grab both of Sarah's ankles and lift, letting go with her mouth as Sarah started to be tipped back over the fence. In less than a second, Sarah was over the fence and landing hard on her front on the concrete patio.

Sue had clearly won, and now she rounded on my defenceless and cowering husband. By this point I was so wet between the legs, I suspect if she'd asked permission to kill him, I would have given her the thumbs up.

Hubby spun round to have his back to her, but, instead of caning his arse she charged him. As her body rammed into him, he was propelled at the fence. His cock, still slightly erect, shot through the gap between the boards, but his balls were too big, and crashed into the wood, causing him to scream in agony. Sue was in control, however, and she reached round him, to the other side of the fence and grabbing his balls, she yanked them roughly through the narrow gap, causing more screaming.

With his cock and balls stuck through the panels of the picket fence hobby was a comical sight, but as Sue moved around him a little, still holding him in position with her left arm, she got far enough round to bring her cane to bear ontohi shrunken cock, and vulnerable balls. She whacked again and again.

I had my fingers in my panties, furiously rubbing my clit, so it was a little while before I came to the rescue of my poor hubby. Finally I went over the edge and came, and as I finished climaxing, I told Sue to stop.

She also looked pretty flushed, as she dragged hubby back through the fence and let him fall to the floor. I told her she had done brilliantly, and that she could have hubby all the next weekend, and do whatever she wanted with him. The other two girls were very quiet and slipped away, but Sue and I had a lot more champagne before we went off to bed. I locked the door and left hubby to recover naked on the deck.

It's funny that I mentioned the Wooden Pony the other day, and one of my 'friends' on EP, djonlothario, has just written a story about it. I've no idea why he's my 'friend' as he seems very cruel, yet in some way he does excite me.
Anyway, I've decided to exact revenge on hubby for Djon's cruelty to his two women. I guess it isn't fair to punish hubby, but I don't care, it's what I want to do.
I've sketched a design for a pony for men, and I'm going to tell hubby to make it. There's something deliciously pleasurable about making him create his own torture device.
Instead of the sawhorse style, I've decided to make it from a fence post suspended horizontally by chains at each end, attached to the ceiling. There'll be a collar attached to the middle which will lock hubby's balls to the post, directly between his legs, and the post will be adjustable on the chains so I can raise and lower it. I'll also attach hubby's wrists, in cuffs, to the chain behind him.
The way it works is he'll step over the post, so it's between his legs, adjust it so his balls are resting on the post and  attach them to it by the collar. Next I'll tell hubby to stand on tip toe, and adjust the post higher until it lifts his balls up to his body, but isn't really uncomfortable.
After that I can relax, have a glass of wine, maybe watch tv, and wait for the groans as his legs give out and he can't avoid lowering his weight onto his balls. I'm getting wet just imagining it!
It would be nice to invite friends round when he's on the pony, they could cane him, kick his legs out from under him and other cruel things :)

My weekend was lovely up until Sunday night, then it went downhill fast. Saturday we went shopping for clothes for me to wear to the dinner dance for that evening. I got a rather sexy leopard print dress, a bit thin and nearly see thru, but I liked how sexy I felt in it. I got hold up stockings, and a lovely bra & thong set, which I wore with high heels.
Hubby said I looked fabulous and griped about being so horny in his cage. I ignored him and we went out.
We were on a table of four other couples, who we didn't know, and the guys were paying me a lot of attention, and I got a bit drunk on Prosecco, so when the dancing started I accepted all the offers of dances, and told hubby to stay in his seat and watch.
The other wives weren't very happy, so after a while I started dancing with some lovely young men who had drifted into our room from a wedding party. I flirted outrageously, and kept glancing at hubby sitting alone at our table - the other couples had wandered off as I had instructed him not to speak to anyone.
At one o'clock the dancing ended, and two gorgeous guys escorted me to our car, with hubby trailing along behind. Once at the car they took turns kissing me passionately, whilst groping my ass, feeling my nipples, then I had one in front of me kissing me, and one behind lifting my dress. I felt amazing, I soon had a finger in my pussy, and another from the guy behind me, up by bum hole.
Eventually I broke away, and hubby drove me home in silence.
Once home, I had him lick me to a fantastic orgasm, and then I crashed to sleep.
The next day, I had a long lie in, but shoved hubby out of bed to finish making the hanging pony. It took him until late afternoon, and then he had a lot of house cleaning to do, so I cooked dinner and we ate at about 9pm. Hubby had some wine, and several whiskies, then he went off on a rant about having to do all the domestic work, about me humiliating him with those guys the night before and so on. I just went to bed, and didn't speak to him Monday morning, but decided that  we would christen the pony that evening, and that I would be far more cruel than usual!

Monday evening I arrived home around 7pm as usual, and hubby had already cooked dinner, laid the table, bought me flowers and chocolates. He knew he was in big trouble.

I told him that it was lovely that he'd gone to such trouble, but that it wasn't yet quite enough, so that while I would certainly be enjoying the dinner he'd made, he would unfortunately have more pressing matters to attend to. That's a little cruel joke from me :)

I held my hand out for my glass of white wine, Chablis tonight I see, very nice, chilled properly too. He was really putting in an effort to soften my heart. No chance of that!

I crooked my finger as I walked to the play room I'd had him create, and he followed meekly, and with resignation, but not yet the terror my intentions deserved. When we were beside the wooden pony (perhaps swinging pony is more appropriate, or Pam's Pony), I reminded him that he would have to stand on tip toes and try to resist putting his weight on his balls. He said he understood, and climbed on board.

I cuffed his hands behind him and attached the cuffs to the vertical chain, then strapped his balls into the collar over the post, lifted the post up so that his balls were in contact with the post and his body, and instructed him to stand on tip toes, giving the post a sharp upward jerk to remind his balls that he should know what to do. Finally  I had him on his toes, with nowhere to go but down onto the post. I then parted his ankles with a spreader bar, which lowered him a fraction, putting a little pressure on his balls. Discomfort but not agony.

I then explained that I was going to have some more wine and a lovely long soak in a hot bath, followed by more wine, and his lovely dinner, after which, Drambuie in hand, I would come back to him to see if I could help him enjoy himself. So saying, I gave the swing a good hard push lengthways, which whisked poor hubby's legs out from under him, dropping him heavily onto his balls. He screamed as the swing hit it's full travel and his feet were lifted completely clear of the ground, crushing his balls under his full weight.

As I walked to the bathroom I could hear intermittant screams, as the swing lifted him up and dowm. After a few minutes he managed to stop it swinging and he was then silent for a while.

I poured some more Chablis, as the bath ran, added bath salts, then lowered myself into the hot, scented foamy water. I relaxed, sipped my wine, and listened to hubby's heavy breathing from the nearby play room. I had a lovely soak, and actually drifted off to sleep for a few moments. When I woke, I could hear hubby's breathing getting more like panting, as he tried to keep control of his legs. The contrast between his situation and mine seemed exquisite, and I couldn't resist a gentle stroke of my nipples, and then between my legs. As I stroked up and down my pussy lips, and teased my clit, I soon got aroused, and it took a huge effort of willpower to stop playing and get out of the bath. I didn't want to get all satisfied though, as I wouldn't feel like being so cruel.

I was tempted to pop my head in to see how he was doing, but I thought it better to leave him to his private torment and just listened at the door for a few moments. He was clearly getting exhausted, as his panting was now interspersed with slow groans. He was obviously now having to rest his weight on his balls for short periods to relieve his aching legs. I was pleased my planning was working out so well.

I warmed my dinner, and added the pre-mixed sauce which hubby had made, warmed the combination carefully and poured it over the rice. It was one of my favourite meals, and one of hubby's specialities. Cubes of chicken breast, cooked with celery and white wine, then thickened with an egg and lemon sauce. Basically a Greek dish, but hubby has tweaked it slightly. The Chablis was perfect for the meal, and by the time I'd finished eating, I'd finished the bottle.  I realized that I was a little bit tipsy, and I know how hubby hates it when I get drunk before torturing him, as I tend to lose my inhibitions, and go a bit over the top. Well, more than a bit, in fact, more like totally over the top! Ha Ha...


Anyway, I poured myself a generous measure of Drambuie, a Scotch whisky based liqueur, for those who don't know, and sauntered up the stairs towards the play room. The sounds coming out were quite a lot more serious now. Hubby had been on the swing for more than one and a half hours, and clearly his legs were almost totally unable to lift him clear of the post. The groaning had now turned to crying and begging, which was music to my ears, and as I walked into the room he started beseeching me to release him, telling me how sorry he was, begging for some relief.

I could see that his legs were really struggling to lift him for a few moments so I resolved to help him from his predicament. I unchained his wrists from behind him, brought them round to his front and chained them to the chain in front of him, causing him to lean forward slightly, which sort of rolled him over his balls, making the pain a little worse. He clearly couldn't figure out what the heck I was doing. I explained that I was going to give his legs a rest for a while, and with that I lifted the front of the pole up a few inches and re-hooked it, then I went to the back and lifted that too, to level the pole.

Hubby's legs were now well clear of the ground, he was completely resting on his balls and wailing like a baby.

Now for the really cruel bit. I got a stool, stepped on, swung my leg over, and sat on the post behind him, like on a motorbike .I put my arms around him, hugged him, told him I loved him, and also that the next bit may hurt a bit. He had no idea what I had in mind.

I moved my legs forward a little and found the spreader bar, which was a bit behind him, as I'd canted him forward to reach the chain. I pressed down and lifted myself, putting all of my weight on hubby's balls, as well as his own,and then as his screams reached a deafening crescendo, I started to push backwards and forwards on the bar, which slowly but surely started the swing moving. The action of the moving swing caused the weight of both of us to roll over his balls and back, causing him agony beyond belief, he was getting coarse with howling, blubbering and wretching. As I drove the swing ever higher, I asked the question...

"How many?"

"How many?. he gasped,

"How many orgasms" I replied

"What?" he screamed

"How many orgasms will you give me tonight before I go to sleep?"

"Three!!!" he screamed

"Not enough" I replied, the swing climbing higher...I think he'd gone beyond rational thought

"Six!!" he shouted, far too may, but hey ho

"OK, if you fail you're back on here on Sunday, do you understand?"

"Yes!!!" he screamed "Please have some mercy!!"

With that I sat down and let the swing slow down. It actually took quite a while, but I couldn't do anything until it stopped over my stool...I wasn't going to jump off while it was going, I might break a nail or something.

Finally it stopped and I climbed down, lowered the bars, and gradually released hubby. Once he was off I led him through to the bedroom, I removed my robe, and lay down on the bed. "Get to work"  I told him "six orgasms or you're back on the swing on Sunday".

He really tried valiantly, and I had some delicious orgasms, but I was tired and a bit drunk, so after the fourth I could feel myself drifting off. I didn't stop him licking, but, just before I slipped into a contended sleep I said " I may invite some friends and make a party of it..."

Somehow hubby got through the night. He woke me a couple of times, tossing and turning and groaning with the pain, but I think he got some sleep. I felt horny as soon as I woke, knowing the torment my long suffering husband was going through, so I cuddled up behind him, in spoon position, put my arm around him and started to fondle his balls, very gently, and whispered good morning to my begging husband. I then asked him if he wanted a hot drink, which surprised him, as I always insist that he makes me coffee in the morning. He replied that he would love a cup of tea, but I told him that I have something much better, and climbed on top of him and sat my pussy over his mouth. He got the idea straight away. I rested all my weight on his open mouth and let forth my morning offering.

I always love doing my morning pee into hubby's mouth. It's such an intimate experience, and there's such a lot of it, and I know how strong the taste is. It gets us off to a good start for the weekend, putting hubby completely in his place, and chokes off any bolshy attitude on his part.

Having fully relieved myself, I lay back and let hubby do his thing with his tongue between my thighs. I had two delicious orgasms, well hubby said they were delicious when I asked him afterwards with my hand stroking his balls, and his cocked rammed hard into the spikes again.

As promised, once hubby had prepared breakfast, cleared breakfast, and done a couple of other chores, we hit the shops. I won't go into detail about what I bought, but there was quite a lot of expensive jewellery, some clothes, and some very sexy undies, which I made hubby help me choose for me to wear to exite Paul, my lover. Poor hubby was almost crying towards the end of the day, as I'd spent so much money, he was going to have to work absolutely flat out to pay the cards off. He just couldn't say no to me, since he was locked still in the cruel spiked cage.

For Saturday evening I suggested hubby cook a lovely dinner, while I had a long relaxing soak in the bath. I then dressed up in some fairly sexy clothes, and went down to give hubby more stimulation. I first rebuked him for wearing clothes, he's supposed to be naked around the house, and as soon as he was naked, I started stroking his balls, causing him more agony. 

Hubby served dinner, and we ate the exquisite meal he'd prepared, he really is an excellent cook. All the way through the meal I kept talking about subjects which I knew would arouse him, such as what colour knickers are best for flashing guys, and whether a blow job is better than fucking. The poor man groaned his way slowly through the meal, and leapt up as soon as he'd finished, to start clearing away the dishes. I rebuked him again, telling him it was extremely rude of him to get up before I had finished.

I finally let him get to his chores, which he spun out as long as he could, so that in the end I had to call him to come and sit with me on the sofa to watch a movie. I lay back across the settee, and put my feet in his lap, so he could massage them, as he does every night. He can only properly massage one foot at a time, so for the whole evening my spare foot was fondling his balls and genital area. I don't think he saw much of the film, he was too busy trying to avoid getting erect, and I'm glad to say he failed miserably.

Poor hubby endured another sleepless night, and I was getting a bit worried that he was losing his self control, as he snapped at me a couple of times. I decided to get him doing something, so I gave him a huge list of chores which took up most of the day, and enabled him to stop thinking about sex for a while. It was a hot sunny day, so I helped hubby by sunbathing in our garden completely naked; it's a very private garden. Hubby did his best to keep away from me, so from time to time I brought him cold drinks, and kissed him passionately, or rubbed my breasts against him. It was such fun!

At about 4pm I decided it was show time. I told hubby to strip naked, still in the garden, then I had him lay on his back on our wooden patio table, and secured his arms and legs to the corners, leaving him spread eagle. I then removed his Spiked cage, and started to gently massage his balls. Pausing momentarily, I picked up the kitchen timer I'd brought out and set it to 15mins, explaing to hubby that this was his time limit for cumming. I then went back to stroking his balls, which got him very hard, but I suspected he couldn't cum without me touching his penis. I kept encouraging him to cum, and he kept begging me to touch the head of his cock, but I just kept gently massaging his balls. With about 3 mins to go, I started to think he might actually cum like that, as he was getting more and more excited, so I started to roll his balls around in my hands, squeezing harder and harder, giving him more and more pain, thus choking off his climax. Without warning, his time was over and the bell rang.

Hubby was so distraught, he actually started to cry, but he was also a good boy and didn't beg me to finish him off. I leaned over him, letting my breasts rest on his chest, and kissed him on the lips, slowly, lovingly and also passionately, and as we were kissing as lovers I slid my hand up his leg, onto his balls, then very slowly up to the head of his rigid member. I stopped kissing him and told him I loved him as I gently brought him right to the edge of cumming. I gave hubby permission to cum, and he jetted an enormous quantity of sticky cum into my hand. I kept massaging until he was completely spent, then keeping my hand closed I brought it to his lips so he could lick up all his own cum. Hubby kept saying thank you between swallowing mouthfulls of semen.

Once he was finished I kissed his lips again, and told him how much I had enjoyed torturing him, and that I wanted to take it further, but that I wouldn't do that if he didn't want this lifestyle any more. He very beautifully told me that making me happy was his main reason to live, and that if I got pleasure from torturing him, then that's what he wanted me to do. I said thank you, and kissed him again on the lips, then I reached for his balls, rested both my hands on top of them, and pushed them into the table top with as much of my weight as I could get on them. They were crushed, between my hands and the table, and I managed to actually lift myself off the floor with all of my weight pressed onto his testicles. Hubby let out the most incredible scream, a howl of agony which sent shivers down my spine, and tingles in my nipples and clit.

I dropped back down on my feet and released my abused husband, telling him to get himself upstairs, as his tongue had a lot of work to do. I even left him out of his cage until bed time.

I knew that I had complete control over him.

Having made hubby into a cuckold, and even made him lick my lover's warm cum out of my vagina, I decided to push him a little further last weekend. He obviously had accepted that I was having sex with other men, but, there is a big difference with me doing it out of his sight, and me doing it in front of him. So, I decided to invite my Thursday lover over for dinner on Saturday evening. I already knew that his wife was going away for the weekend, so it was a perfect opportunity, and he really is fantastic in bed.

On Friday evening I announced to hubby that we would be entertaining a special guest to dinner on Saturday night, that the guest would be staying over, so hubby would have to move out to the guest bedroom. I think at this point the penny began to drop, so I confirmed that the guest would be my Thursday lover, and that he is such a fantastic lover that hubby should be thrilled to meet him and that I expected a very positive attitude from hubby, plus a great deal of effort to make my new lover's stay very comfortable and pleasant.

I furthermore made clear that I expected a spotless house, fantastic food all weekend, and an attitude from hubby that would make it clear to my lover how thrilled hubby is to have this wonderful man in our house fucking his wife. What a face he put on! He actually started to cry and told me that he didn't think he could do it. I slapped his face as hard as I possibly could and told him that if he baulked at this taks he would be locked up for a month and would suffer the worst punishments he'd ever received, repeatedly over that month.

With that ultimatum on the table, hubby reluctantly backed down and said he would do his best. Once past that initial hurdle, the planning went fairly smoothly. We discussed the menu for the weekend, wrote a shopping list for Saturday morning, and finally I told hubby that he must wear his boxers all weekend in the house, and nothing else, he must call Paul (my lover) 'Sir' at all times, and that he should call me 'Mistress'. I added that he must always call me 'Mistress' from now on, except when we have company that would be innappropriate for, and that all my lovers should always be addressed as 'Sir'.

Once that was all sorted hubby had a lot to get on with, so I relaxed and watched a movie while he frantically cleaned the house. As usual I kept interrupting him, making him run downstairs to get me a drink, pass me the remote and so on. On one of these interruptions I told him that I'd forgotten to mention, following his sill tantrum, that on Sunday evening, after Paul had gone, I would critique hubby's weekend, as to quality of food and service, attitude, cleanliness of house etc, and decide whether or not he had earned a release of some sort. 'Best you try 110%' I told him.

Saturday morning I spurned hubby's attempt to lick me to orgasm, telling him I wanted to remain horny for my lover, and not wanting to spend my day watching hubby work, I took myself shopping. While hubby was wearing himself out cleaning, shopping and so on, I chose clothes to turn my lover on. A new pleated skirt, a rather daring top, and a very sexy thong and bra set. I couldn't wait to feel Paul's hands on those panties!

When I got home, hubby was just finishing off the cleaning. he looked so sweet in his boxers, and I kept getting a peek of his cage, which pleased me, as I wanted Paul to see it. It would definitely be a subject for discussion, and I wanted to let Paul discuss with me how often hubby should get a release, as that would really be a mind fuck for hubby. Be careful what you wish for eh?

With hubby starting dinner preparations, I had a lovely hot soak in the bath, and played with my clit and my nipples, all slippery from the bath oil. I held back from actually cumming as I wanted to be horny for Paul. I got out of the bath and called for hubby to come and towel me dry and then asked him to help me choose what to wear. It must have driven him mad choosing clothes to tempt my lover, and knowing he was getting no relief for a while.

Eventually I was ready, hubby said he was all set, and the door bell rang.

When I started this journey, all those weeks ago, I stated that I had no intention of locking my husband in a chastity device, no intention of caning or spanking him, and so on. Well, it hasn't turned out like that, and for the most part, hubby has been accepting of our changed roles, and of his loss of control over his life.
His acceptance came to an abrupt end, however, after I locked him up in the chastity cage. At first he was ok with it, but, after a couple of days, he kept asking for release, begging me to unlock him so he could masturbate. I tried to explain that this was a crucial part of our new lifestyle, and that he had to accept my control over his sex life, but he kept on begging and pleading. Eventually I got tired of his constant whining and threatenened to keep him inchastity for a month if he didn't stop pestering me about his trapped penis! That finally shut him up on the subject, he just kept giving me little puppy eyes all the time.
The weekend arrived, I informed hubby, in my sternest voice, that he had the possibility of an orgasm on Sunday evening, but that he would have to earn it, as it wasn't guaranteed. First off, I instructed him, I expect lots of orgasms from his tongue, with no selfish mention of his own predicament, and that I expected him to be constantly trying to seduce me. Next, he must tackle a list of long overdue chores which I had typed out for him, and finally, that we would have a serious discussion during his discipline session on Sunday.

Well, he did me proud, working incredibly hard, only breaking off from time to time to try to seduce me into letting him lick me to orgasm. I didn't resist his romantic and sexy seductions, and didn't refuse him even once, giving him an aching tongue, and sore knees. Not to mention the fact that all that inhallation of my musky scent must have driven him crazy with frustration.

Eventually we got to Sunday evening and I had hubby strip and got him across my knee. I decided to just run through some simple rules for now, and add to them at a later date, so I gave him a swift dozen swats with the paddle, and asked him who was now in charge of his sex life. I got the right answer to that so I pressed on, asking what  the punishment for him asking for release was, and he rememberd that it was one month locked down. Finally, after another dozen, which really turned his bum red, I told him that he will, in future, only be allowed a maximum one orgasm per week, that it could only be at the weekend, and that it was at my discretion and whim, so he'd best try very hard to please me.

I then gave him a final dozen whacks, which made him cry, or perhaps it was reality dawning on him about his new life in chastity. I got him up off my lap, handcuffed his hands behind his back, unlocked his cage, and gave him a quick wank. I caught all of his cum in my hand and fed it to him, then washed his winky with a rather coarse dishcloth. I may have been a bit rough with the cloth, as he kept squeeking..tee hee...
Since Sunday he has been an angel, lets hope he can keep up the standard.
Pam

During the week we are both really busy and so my plans have been on hold a bit, waiting for the weekend to take the next step. I have been handing over some domestic chores when hubby is free though. Last night I did do something exciting. I put on a programme hubby doesn't like E!News on the red carpet..all about dresses and such. He started to complain, so I told him to be quiet and do something useful, then I removed my joggers and knickers and told him to lick me while I watched! I had such a job concentrating on the programme, but I didn't let him know that, except when I couldn't stop myself cumming. What a lovely evening, and hubby got nothing and went to bed horny. I suspect he had a quiet wank though, which is an issue I must address soon, I am determined to totally control him.