Shy puppy boy for my Mommy

Locking her husband into chastity would improve their relationship? Denying his orgasms would add excitement to their sex life? Keeping him in a state of constant frustration would make him more loving and attentive?

It all seemed so backwards to her. So wrong. Even cruel to do to this man who she loved so deeply.

To make their sex life so completely one sided to her advantage went against everything she believed. And to deny pleasure to her husband was unimaginable to her.

And that was when her bff had smiled and calmly explained, "Oh no, no no hon, you're not understanding. It won't work if it's one sided. Honestly, the success or failure is more up to you than it is on him. You'll be the one in control. You'll be the one who needs to remain strong. Even when you seem him on his knees. Tears in his eyes. Breaking. Begging you for mercy because he feels like he can't take it even one more minute."

"My god," she'd whispered.

"It'll be up to you to show your gratitude for his sacrifice, your appreciation of his suffering. To be loving and comforting to him when he needs it, but also to show him there's no limit to how deep you can take his frustration," she continued.

Then reaching over and taking her hand, her bff continued, "And as far as his pleasure goes? Sweetie, let me be clear on this. You're not denying him his pleasure. In fact, for this to work you'll need to offer him more pleasure than he ever imagined possible. You'll want to overwhelm him with pleasure. Make him feel like there's no escape from it. All you're doing is denying his orgasms, his releases. That's all. See the difference? You want him feeling like he's trapped in a world of erotic pleasures with no way out... and that you're the only one who has the power to end his suffering."

After weeks of encouragement and conversations with her bff she was finally convinced enough to give it a try. And now, not even a month later she understood just how right her bff had been.

Everything really was better this way. Unbelievably better. Stunningly better. Not only was she far more sexually satisfied than she ever imagined possible, even the afterglow felt magical to her now.

In the past afterward her husband often drifted off to sleep.... content, satisfied, ready for a bit of rest so he could move on with his day.

But now? With his body still trembling with longing for her? His caged cock aching, unrelieved, and dripping with need?

Now he was still snuggled into her adoringly, clinging to the softness of her curves, as if in awe of everything about her...

Submissively remaining available to her...

Waiting patiently, selflessly...

A reminder of surrender to her that he was still hers to do with as she pleased in the event she desired anything more.

Sighing contentedly, she murmured, "You did so well for me, baby. That felt so good, I came so many times, huh? Did you like that?"

"Yesss," he whimpered. "Thank you."

Laughing softly, she purred, "You're welcome, sweetheart. Is your cock aching in its cage now? Do you wanna cum?"

"Yessss..."

"Mmm, I love that... so much. That's perfect for you, honey. So, are you hoping I might let you make me cum again? Is that what you want? Is that why you're all snuggled into me like such a good boy?"

"Yes...," he whimpered in embarrassment.

Laughing softly, she murmured, "We'll see, baby. Maybe, but I've already cum soo many times, haven't I? Let's just enjoy laying here together like this for now."

And with that her soft, warm leg began moving ever so slowly, gently, rhythmically, against his caged cock.

Rubbing it. Stroking it. Teasing it. Making it weep with need.

“…and then locking them back up ‘til I feel like playing again.”