Dedicated To Her

Or maybe she caught him cheating on her. Either way, she must have some reason that for spanking him and he must deserve it. This is why in a marriage, you do need to calmly sit down and calmly discuss any problems or issues with the marriage, then if he realizes it is his own fault, he should as his wife to spank him. That is the right thing to do and he should thank her for spanking him too. He should also feel thankful she did marry him.

“Someday” she said and I grasped for too much.

She gripped my balls.

“Someday” she said.

I was so eager to hear this. She had migrated to that I “probably” will be unlocked again, and then the troubling “I haven’t decided”.

My mind raced. And I couldn’t help but grasp at this word.

“Someday? Not probably?” I begged.

She leveled her eyes at me.

“Someday this won’t bother you”

My thoughts went into a whirlwind. What? No! I objected. I didn’t want to be kept locked until I didn’t mind the denial anymore. Until my ardor fades. Until my libido diminishes.

I got grumpy.

She sat up on the bed, stretched out her legs and called me over with her eyes. I seriously did not know what she wanted until she gestured for me to put myself over her lap.

She was going to spank me.

I felt really submissive. She just told me she wasn’t going to promise that someday I’ll be unlocked, but someday I will accept being kept caged, denied, and frustrated.

So I took the hand spanking and hairbrush paddling. I wanted to cry. I wanted to break down. She wasn’t going to relent. She gave me a spanking that left me stinging as I sat down afterwards.

She looked in my eyes.

“Oh poor boy. You’re crying.”

“I’m frustrated” I pouted.

“That’s the plan” she explained. “It’s so tasty...” she trailed off to lick and bite my throat. She continued the sentence: “....your frustration is so tasty.”

I begged.

I begged hard. For real… this wasn’t a game.

Verbally I broke. I begged her to take it back. I kicked. I told her I missed being touched. I told her I wanted the cage off. I said I wanted it to be “when” not “if”. I didn’t want it permanent. I didn’t even say the words “forever” or “permanent”.

“It’s ok. Poor boy. It’s ok. I’ve got you. I love you. I’ll take care of you. When you fall apart I’ve got the handbasket to pick up the pieces.”

She did relent a little. She said maybe my chastity won’t bother me because she’d take it off. Maybe I’ll wear it for the rest of my life. But after that it won’t bother me. I didn’t like that sentiment. It was sad.

I told her that she’d be sad if this stopped frustrating me. I told her she didn’t want me to not be bothered. I still objected.

“You’re getting grumpy again. Do you want to another spanking?”

I furrowed my brow. I was a thundercloud. A little one.

“No.”

“I love you” she said, soothing my feelings.

While I do feel I’m right, she did not really take it back. “It’s ok. Someday this won’t bother me”.

Maybe someday I’ll be ok with constant frustration. That’s the only hope she gave me. Frankly that has nothing to do with my chastity. Just orgasm control and orgasm denial.

I started not being able to complete thoughts.

I told her after tomorrow I’ll finish my second calendar month of continuous chastity. “I never... “ I trailed off.

“It’s good to dream big” she said.

She’s giving me zero hope of being uncaged. She’s been resolute in keeping it indefinite.

I was still pouting. A surly boy. A thundercloud of rabbit.

She still thinks I’m cute.

“You could unlock me at any time” I said with a childish assertiveness, trying to win the argument.

“That’s true. I could. It’s my prerogative.” she admitted.

I honestly forget the thread of conversation but she did remind me that I can always safeword.

I told her she’s going to have to take care of me. And to that she promised - she will definitely take care of me. It’s the only definite thing I can cling to.

When I say she could give me a blow job, she’s less inclined to do so. When I say she could keep me caged, she says “yes I could”.

We covered all the same ground verbally this morning that we ever have.

I don’t need orgasms.

She has no plan or schedule for them.

She will keep me denied indefinitely.

I was simply unable to handle having freedom to touch myself.

September 2020 was her mistake.

It’s better this way. I need this.

She’s happy to own and keep me.

I gave her my keys and she’s holding on to them.

She’s not letting go

She’ll take care of me.

I can be her little creampot, round, heavy and brimming full with cream. Ready to spill at any time

I may gush in my cage whenever. Wherever. It doesn’t matter. No constraints on suddenly spilling in chastity.

I told her the nurse seemed to approve that my wife is in charge. She rolled her eyes and said that’s just a typical dynamic and wasn’t an male submission thing.

(But I think it was in context. She knew it was my wife’s decision for me to get a vasectomy. She read my email. I know the office coordinator had access to the email I sent about my orgasm denial question.)

But it doesn’t matter. I stammered. I showed myself to be a bunny.

The male urologist said never worry how often I have orgasms. Everyone is different. I don’t need them.

She’s ok with the medical profession knowing I’m caged and denied. It’s ok. She’s proud of owning me.

Because I spoke so much and kept babbling, …. She spanked my thighs and spanked my balls. Next time she’ll take out the clothespins. She knows I hate them. She discussed gagging me.

She could fondle and grip and tug on my balls until I spill in my cage. She could do this. She was trying this morning.

She only promises to remove my cage occasionally. Nothing else. No expectation of orgasms. No promises. No quota. No schedule. No earning them. No conditions to meet. No quid pro quo.

I can throb and tingle and leak all the time. It’s good. It’s good for me to stay wanting. I may want and crave and hunger as much as I can.

We didn’t talk about my lack of stamina. We didn’t even talk about me fucking her.

She did threaten to remove my cage, return the key, and let me touch whenever I want. I wouldn’t be owned. I’d be feral. Loose.

It’s better being kept.

She was unmoved when I said I’ve n no ever experienced so much denial and caging. She said I went three months caged and denied last year. She’s been generous.

She apologized for pushing too hard on permanence. She didn’t have to say sorry. I said it was ok.

She said she will not push permanence, **for now**

That “for now” made my cock swell and test the limits of pressure. It’s involuntary.

She leaves the option open.

Indefinite is easier to deal with.

But in exactly two weeks I’ll have spent six months with just three full orgasms. This is Something I’ve never experienced before. (It’s been on average three orgasms a month last year) And in a few weeks I’ll have been kept caged practically all the time, with only special occasion exceptions.

I’m already been caged in this model of chastity more often than not for the last four years. 51% and rising forever. My freedom of what cage I wear is even shrinking away and that ring will close and close.

And now there’s no honor system. No key. No casual touching that I probably didn’t count as masturbation.

As she said bluntly: “You are unable to handle having freedom. You need this.”

But it’s more than the enforcement. It’s more than the strict control.

My orgasms and being left uncaged have now become rare events. Special occasions.

She rolled back from actual 100% permanence, but not much. And she’s self assured she’s handling me well.

There’s no escape. No excuse. No reason at all to be left alone uncaged. This is probably as close to permanent as I want to imagine.

I didn’t press her.

I didn’t say it.

I didn’t say “you could keep me denied orgasms for the rest of the year”

I didn’t say “you could keep me caged for the summer again.”

I did say “you could keep me denied until I spill in my cage again.”

It’s funny. The reverse psychology only works one way. She accepts denial and chastity. She does not accept me pushing for sexual acts. She’s too consistent for me to ignore it. She’s real. She’s true. She’s not kidding.

I may not ask to orgasm but I may always ask not to cum. I am not allowed to have control or authority over that. She always has the last day

She could do anything she wants. And even permanent chastity is explicitly on the table. She knows it is possible. She sees the effect on me, even if it never happens.

…

You were right. She has gone to taking orgasms off the table except on rare occasions. And constant chastity and edging. It’s exactly what I always wished for.

She was my urologist. She was real.

This caption, other than the last sentence, hits me hard.

She only used “my” to refer to me two or three times, but she knew not to interrupt or interfere with my D/s relationship. No one else but my wife decided when I was rewarded with orgasmic pleasure. Her nurse smirked how I obviously could not make any decisions in my life without her.

"Don't worry, my neighbors know that i roast naughty men's butts. you don't need to be ashamed of your noises.

"However, if my neighbors complain about the noise, you will explain to them why you are making such a noise.

"However, such complaints cost another round."

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