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It was the morning after my release; last night after the better part of a year in chastity Jenna had finally unlocked the cage and, making me work for it with a few long hours of teasing, edging, and worshipping her pussy, she'd finally gone far enough to push me over it. She'd given me blowjobs before, it was one of her favourite ways to tease me, but they'd always been a restrained affair, gently massaging my cock so she could tell when my orgasm was close and pull away, leaving it twitching against the air.

This time though she didn't hold anything back, sucking on me like a straw as her still swollen pussy hovered centimetres from my face. For months she'd teased that when she finally chose to let me cum there would be no doubt in my mind about it, and when it happened I had full permission to give in to the ecstasy.

As always, my Goddess was absolutely right. Still waiting for that fabled signal I tried my best to hold it back while she devoured me, knowing from lots of practice how close I was; when finally I couldn't last a single second longer, anticipating the moment she'd lift her mouth away, she instead redoubled her efforts- practically sucking my cock into a vacuum as my orgasm began to explode out. Immediately I began to cry out at the unexpected burst of pleasure, and finally learned what the signal was that it was okay to enjoy myself as with a thrust of her hips her perfect pussy was pressed against my groaning face, grinding herself against me and using the noise I was making to fuel her own orgasm while she continued to drain every last drop from my balls.

Everything beyond that moment occurred in a blurry haze as she collapsed onto the bed beside me and we fell quickly asleep embracing each other.

Congratulations sweetie pie, I know it wasn't an easy road but you did it! You're officially my new chastity slave, beating out all those other boys who were just posers and had no idea what it takes to serve a real goddess- you know some didn't even want to get a piercing? Or get my name tattooed above their dick? One even kept bugging me about how often I'd be letting him cum! Not you though... you followed every instruction and completed all the mean tasks I set just for the chance. Now you get to spend the rest of your life worshipping me.

Speaking of cumming though, you were smart enough not to bother asking but after six months denied during the application process I bet you're just dying to know how long you'll be trapped in that cage without relief? To be honest so am I, because I have no idea yet you see?

Tomorrow we'll take our first outing as Mistress and slave to a local dungeon outfitted with a very special device; it has a long technical name but we just call it the Mind Melter. When calibrated the machine is capable of teasing a cock right to the brink without ever letting it go over, no matter how sensitive or desperate it becomes. You'll be locked inside, and however many consecutive edges you can endure before begging for the mercy of the cage is how many orgasms I'll let you have- forever.

Heute sind es 10 Tage ohne Orgasmus. Die Hormone Mädchen sich zunehmend bemerkbar und um der Versuchung vorzubeugen sollte ich ihn wirklich verschließen und am besten gleich ihr den Schlüssel geben.

The Benefits Of Getting Spanked (a re-post that has been posted by so many people before)

Many people believe that if someone likes to get spanked, it is all sexual. That is not the case all the time. Even though getting spanked has some sexual effects or enhances sexual arousal, there are many non-sexual benefits from getting spanked. What can spankings do for you?

1. Getting spanked relieves stress.

2. Getting spanked is calming.

3. Getting spanked generates endorphins and puts you in a euphoric state.

4. Getting spanked generates adrenaline and gives an adrenaline rush, especially if you are anticipating getting a very harsh one.

5. Getting spanked lifts moods. Russian psychiatrists have found success in treating depression with bare butt whippings.

6. The marks left from getting spanked is like an art of its own.

7. For some, it can restore feelings of youth.

Don’t be ashamed of getting spanked, enjoy it! For those who never tried it in your adult years, give it a try. You never know, you may like it.

Rodney Calmes

When the Strap-On Becomes the Main Event

Just look at her — bent over, moaning, completely lost in pleasure while her man fucks her hard from behind… except it’s not his cock anymore. It’s my strap-on. And she’s loving every inch of it.

Once you’ve kept him locked long enough and built up all that incredible passion we talked about in my last post, something beautiful happens. His desperate, throbbing energy becomes completely focused on your pleasure. And when he finally puts on the strap-on and you take every thrust… it can be incredibly intoxicating.

He gets to feel me using him while I get filled and fucked exactly the way I want. His tiny cage stays locked and useless, leaking and bouncing helplessly as I ride the strap-on he’s wearing. There’s no performance anxiety, no worrying about how long he’ll last — just pure, raw, focused passion.

Mentally, it’s on another level. Sure, a strap-on doesn’t feel exactly the same as a real cock, but that almost doesn’t matter. The psychological high of being fucked by my locked husband while he’s completely denied is insanely hot. I can cum multiple times on it — something I never could have imagined doing with his real cock. Most of the time back then I didn’t cum at all because he would finish before me and leave me horny and unsatisfied.

Now? I cum every single time. And honestly, it doesn’t feel mean — it feels fair. He had years of getting to cum whenever he wanted while I was often left frustrated. This is just balance. The strap-on gives me exactly what I need, and his denial gives him the deep submissive thrill he craves.

This is the next level of the intimacy I described before. The longer he’s denied, the more intense these moments become. He wants me so badly that he’ll do anything, take anything, and channel every ounce of his frustration into pleasing me. And I get to enjoy a thick, reliable strap-on that never gets soft, never cums too early, and always hits exactly where I need it.

Long-term chastity doesn’t just make him a better husband outside the bedroom — it completely transforms what happens inside it too. His locked little dick gets replaced by something that actually satisfies me, and he gets the deep submissive thrill of knowing that’s exactly how it should be now.

If you’ve been on the fence about bringing a good strap-on into your dynamic… do it. Especially after months of consistent teasing and denial. The passion it unlocks is next-level.

He’s so horny and so desperate to feel like a man again that he’ll eagerly put the strap-on on over his locked pink cage and fuck me with everything he has. In those moments he gets to pretend — even if just for a little while — that he’s the one taking me. That he’s the one making me moan.

The humiliation of knowing he can only do it with a fake cock while his own stays locked and soft is intense, but he clearly loves the thrill of finally getting to “fuck” me again after being denied for so long.

Sometimes he gets so worked up that he actually cums in his cage while he’s thrusting. The embarrassed, flushed look on his face when that happens is adorable. But for me? It’s the biggest compliment. It means the mix of denial, teasing, and finally getting to be inside me again (even with the strap-on) was just too much for him to handle.