Female Supremacy

-don’t be shy honey you look so beautiful, it is just a pool party and you already know my boss and work colleges.

-I don’t know Steph i am very nervous, I know we have meet before, but they have never see me in a swimsuit.... I don’t think I am on my greates shape right now...

-Don’t be silly babe you look so damn hot..

-awwww thanks Stephanie you are so sweet.

When we arrived to my girlfriends boss pool party, there was already a group of half dozen people by the pool. Stephanie boss, greets us, “hello Steph” she was already wearing her suit, a baggy top and a pair of shorts like the rest of the women, behind her was her husband, a guy much younger than her, very sexi taunted skin, brown hair, he was in great shape, he was wearing a pink and white speedo.

-hello, come on get inside, get in your suits it is a pool party, and feel comfortable.

-I’ll go to the bathroom to change babe.. I said to Steph

-okay honey... she said as she approached the rest of her colleagues to talk.

Inside, I headed to the bathroom and changed into my speedo. It was a blue and white striped I think it is very beautiful. I work out regularly and I think I have a good body, but, being surrounded of such important women, with such good looking husbands and boyfriends made me feel a bit insecure.

When I approached Stephanie, I could notice that all the women there, were looking at me, specially my bulge, I always have that same problem since I was a teen, my bulge developed so big and it always make me look so sluty, I receive uncomfortable girls attention....

I went for a quick swim while Steph chats with the older generation. The water felt great on such a hot day. Occasionally I could hear them laughing when I come up for air.

When I got out and towel myself off, everyone's still talking. Her boss, Melanie, was eyeing me. She' was a big woman, her gaze was kind of creeping me out, so I wrapped the towel around my waist.

When I rejoined the group, they're talking politics. All about next elections. “I think Katherine would be such a great mayor, she is a strong disciplined women just what we need today” said Stephanie’s boss, “she is an authoritarian woman who doesn’t respect people” I said, “well such a cute guy and also knows about politics” she said to Stephanie as she smiled. She continued, “tell me sweetie, who do you think is the best qualified candidate for mayor?”... I said.,”well, i know this is not very usual, but... I think Mr. Robbert is a great option, and also can be our first male mayor” ... “o my goddess, well, I f it is going to be a man at least we can have a sexi mayor instead of that fat old guy” she said as everyone laughted, I feel ashamed for what I’ve said and then stopped talking, I started just to listen the conversation.

I headed to the bathroom after a long time at the meeting, when I stepped outside the bathroom I sensed someone was looking at me, I turned around and saw Stephanie’s boss, she was a little drunk, “you are such a beautiful boy, Steph is such a lucky woman..” as she approached me, “so soft, sonbeautiful, so masculine” as she started touching my arm..... I didn’t know what to said It was very uncomfortable, “thanks Mrs.... “ ..”oh thank you for comming such a beautiful boy, in my party, you know...... Stephanie is such a great employee, I’d love to give her a promotion, I want her to take care of you properly”, I only smiled while feeling very uncomfortable. “Come one, you want to help her to achieve that, don’t you?....” she said that as she started stroking my crotch... I was very uncomfortable, so vulnerable against such a powerful woman..... I really didn’t know what to say or do, she is my girlfriend boss

“Come on sweetie why don’t you help your girlfriend......” she started kissing my neck, one hand on my waist as she went down to my ass, as her other hand on my crotch softly stroking it, then she started kissing my chest as both of her hands started stroking my butt, I felt her body against mine, my crotch was against her body as i could feel her tits against my chest. She started taking my speedo of, as I felt one of her fingers inside my but, she started touching my prostate, I started moaning softly, as my cock started growing bigger, her hands reached my head and grabbed me by the hair, as she pushed me down to give her oral pleasure....she took of her shorts, she had such a big fat lips hairy pussy, I couldn’t control myself, she was such an attractive strong powerful woman, I started licking her clit, kiss her labia, stick my tongue, while I was on my knees and her hand grabbed me by the hair strongly..she then guided my head to stand up again, she pitted me against the wall, as she opened her legs, then she approached her pussy against my cock and engulfed it, as she putted me against the wall, she started to ram me very hard, she was stand fucking me so hard..

“Do you like the way my pussy fucks you slut?,...... yeah take that little dog, such a nasty whore!!” As she began to fuck me harder, as she held me tight against the wall, I could feel her hairy, wet, tight pussy against my soft shaved pubis, I’ve never been fucked so hard, my cock hurted, but it was so damn exciting, “I am about to cum Mrs.....” “don’t your dare little dog I am not done fucking you little slut” she then started to squeeze my balls, it hurted so much but I think that stopped me from eyaculating, she rammed over and over against the wall until she came, she had such a strong orgasm I could feel her vagina contracting on my penis, as I also started cuming.

“Oh my goddess you are such a sexi boy.... damn, you are georgeous, I hope to see you again soon sweetie, don’t worry Stephanie is going to be promoted, and treated so well at work...... I definitively need to fuck you again soon babe...,,”

I walked down the aisle, smiling as we went arm in arm with my new husband. We had been married all of ten seconds, and life was about perfect.

Everyone was smiling, watching, and commenting on how I looked in my pretty white dress.

Of course, I also heard a few comments that I shouldn't have worn white. I was known for having a bit of a reputation when I was younger. It was something I had let my now husband know about it early on in our dating. I found it was a deal-breaker for some, especially when they learned I wasn't always the faithful type. I just had a weakness for going after hard cock, and I was very good at getting it.

While some guys went running when they found out, Greg… well, he seemed to really like it. In the first few months of dating, he constantly asked me to tell him stories about my past. I started simple, and we got more and more graphic about some of the things I had done in my past, not just with the number of guys, but also the things, and sometimes the number of guys at one time.

On our sixth-month anniversary, I told him the story of when I had multiple guys during a party as he ate me out. I came loudly as he was super excited and really into eating me out. After he finished devouring my pussy, he dove in with his own cock and fucked me nice and hard.

As we lay in bed, he asked me two questions that would probably change my life forever. First, he asked me to be his wife, but also asked if I would be a hotwife for him.

I didn't know what a hotwife was, so he told me while fingering me.

"But I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."

"And you are. Now you can do it knowing I'll always be home waiting for you. Ready to reclaim you, ready to please you. But you don't have to worry about getting bored with me."

"I'd never…"

"It's okay, I know everyone does, but this will keep things exciting. You can even start now if you want."

"I'll do it, but only if you agree to my condition. I want to prove that I can be faithful to you… to me. So I won't screw anyone but you until we're married, then I can, but I get to choose who, when, and where. Deal?"

He agreed to it by mounting me once again, and putting a ring on my finger after we finished that night.

We had a long engagement, to some at least. With those requirements, he wanted to run down to the courthouse the next week, but I wanted a nice wedding. And thus, here we were.

We headed outside to get some photos on the stairs of the location before getting some photos inside. As my husband stood next to me, he leaned in, just the two of us. A cute wedding photo anyone who walked by. He leaned over and quietly reminded me, "Remember, you can be my hotwife, and we can be non-monogamous as much as you want."

"Are you sure, my dear," I said, looking up at him.

The photographer never heard a word, and just watched as the couple looked lovingly at one another like so many other couples he's photographed over the years.

"You can even pick out a guy or two tonight if you want."

We went into the reception area. Lots of guys wanted to dance with me, and my husband gave me a knowing look. Occasionally I'd give him a wink as we danced and ate and drank the afternoon away.

We had the traditional going-away with people throwing rice as we ran off to the limo. I asked the limo driver to go to one more stop before he dropped off at our house. We had a few photos we wanted taken in a local park, and he was kind enough to take the detour.

We took some more photos and were about ready to be done.

I pulled the photographer aside, asking if he could get a couple of special photos for me that weren't on the list. I told my husband to go back to the car. These photos were of just me, and he wasn't needed, so he could cool down in the limo and make sure a glass of wine was ready for me.

As I watched him walk away to sit in the cool limo, I headed to a part of the park I knew well. It was secluded, and when I was younger, it was a favorite place for boys to take me to misbehave and have some naughty fun.

I walked over to the bench where the first boy I was ever with bent me over and popped my cherry. I sat on that bench, lifting my wedding dress and spreading my legs wide. My pantiles pussy was exposed for a sexy shot. I rubbed my pussy, with the guy watching, forgetting to take a photo.

A couple of groomsmen came up behind him. "I think she wants a shot of that," one said.

He quickly took the shot, then another, then switched to video, where he got a view of me cumming as I masturbated right where I lost my virginity. I even explained that's why I was here. It was time for another first. 

The two groomsmen were married, and didn't want to fuck me, but they weer willing to have me suck their cocks. So with one on each side, I alternated sucking their cocks. As I sucked one, I stroked the other. Back and forth. 

They were getting close, so I put my hands down and let them stroke their cocks until they both shot their loads all over my chest, covering the exposed cleavage I had for my wedding dress. The entire time I was looking up at them smiling.

"Oh, fuck, that was hot," the photographer said.

I looked up at him and smiled seductively at him as he moved in and got a couple of close-up shots. I was hoping my new husband would really like these. Something he could remember forever and ever with them, caught by the digital camera.

"I bet you never had a shot like that," I said.

"Not in a while. I used to do a few adult magazine shoots to pay the bills. So if you ever want to do some pro work, or just need some more, give me a call. I know people and know how to be discrete if you need that too."

As we headed back to the limo, the photographer left, promising to get me those photos and video separately. I thanked him and wondered how many times he'd view them himself.

As I got closer to the limo, the driver came out and opened the door for me. His eyes went wide as he saw the mess on my chest and dress. I figured he was in for either a wild fight or a wild time.

"Why don't you keep the partition down for the ride to our house," I suggested with a wink, before I stepped into the back of the limo where my husband awaited.

I stuck my chest out, making sure he could see the mess all over me. His eyes grew enormous. 

"Oh, shit… I didn't think you'd do it so soon."

"And here I was thinking you'd want me to do it at the reception... So, this is what you wanted?"

"Well, I wanted to watch…"

"I made sure the cameraman got some great photos and video. That way you can always go back and watch if you want."

He smiled at that, then kissed me, not caring if some of his friends' cum got on his shirt and jacket.

"I'll tell you what," I said, sitting back and spreading my legs. I lifted my feet onto the seat and pulled my dress up, exposing my naked pussy to him. "If you eat my pussy, I'll tell you the plan for the rest of the night."

I didn't have to tell my husband twice. He got in front of me and ate my pussy like he liked to do when I told him about some of my past exploits.

I moaned a little as his tongue touched my pussy. "That's it, baby. Hear how I'm going to be a naughty slut for you today." I moaned again. He was really good at eating pussy, with how much he liked me telling him about my past.

"I know you want to see me fuck a guy… so I didn't fuck your two friends that did this to me… I'm not splitting up any marriages, but I'll let them paint me with cum." I paused, closing my eyes as he hit a good spot. "But I invited several of your single groomsmen and a few guests to meet us at our house under the guise of watching us open gifts and having some more food and drink. Little do they know, they're the gift for you."

I paused, breathing in a little harder, as I was close to an orgasm myself with this tongue really working me over. It felt so good, but I knew I couldn't stop.

"We're going to play a game. Each person will get a number, and then you'll pick a number from the hat. They can then choose how to use your bride, as long as my wedding dress stays on."

"How many guys will be there?" he asked, looking up from between my legs.

"Enough that you'll never forget your wedding night," I teased. "And there are several ladies. Some are there mostly to check out the guys to see who are worth dating… while others… well, I've not told you all my stories, and I thought you'd like a surprise or two about some of my friends."

With that, he pushed a few fingers into my wet pussy and got me to cum on command. I wasn't quiet about it. I was hoping the limo driver was turned on. I looked at where we were, and I asked the driver to pull into the nearby parking lot.

"Would you like to come back here? I want my hubby to watch a guy shoot his load all over my chest before he sees me getting fucked."

Our driver couldn't pull into the parking lot fast enough. He climbed in the back. "This is really okay with you?" he asked my husband, who just nodded at him.

Our driver was every bit six foot three, and at least two-forty, and pure muscle. A huge hunk of a black man.

I stuck out my chest.

"What an amazing wife you've got," he said, pulling out his cock. "What I'd give to fuck a hottie like you," he said,looking at me.

I smiled, "I'm only offering a chance…" Then I saw his cock. It was magnificent. It had to be nine inches, and as thick as an energy drink can. "Oh, fuck," I whispered to myself, but everyone could hear.

"You want to fuck it?" my husband asked.

I did. I so wanted to. But I knew how many people we had waiting, and while I like the idea of fucking complete strangers, in today's world, I need to be safe.

I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on his head while I stroked his shaft. That way he wouldn't have to beat off in front of us, and I got to enjoy some nice BBC. He was nice and turned on from listening to me talk to my husband.

I was loving his cock, and with my free hand, I was loving on my own pussy. I really wanted it there… And I was about to give in, when he told me he was about to cum.

I pulled back and let him empty his balls all over the top of my tits. I didn't care that some of it got on my dress. A lot more cum was going there before the end of the night. I don't know if that man had cum in a week, given all the cum he shot of me, but he definitely freshened me up a lot.

I was now ready for the party, and I had him take us home to our guests and my fun.

As we got out, he was holding the door. He handed my husband and I his business card. "For all your limo... and other needs," he said with a smile.

I thanked him and looked down, noticing his fly was still open. I don't know if that was an accident, or on purpose, but I took the opportunity to slide my hand inside and grip his dick one last time.

I loved feeling it pulse in my hand, as I did. I knew he'd be jacking off tonight thinking about me, which is why I was such a slut in college. I loved knowing men were thinking of me, and how to use me… and how I wanted to use them. I also knew I was going to call him later and make sure I got a chance to use that beast of a cock he had hanging between his legs.

I walked inside and saw our friends, and they saw me. A cheer went out amongst them, and I was ready to give them a show, and an experience that no one would soon forget.

What a way to start our wedding night.

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My husband introduced me to Male Chastity.  He brought to my attention there was something called a Cock Cage.  I thought that sounded immediately fun, and told him to go ahead and order one.

A week or so later this plastic CB-600 cage showed up! Yes, let’s put it on right now!

I immediately thought it was great fun, and loved to make him wear it and torture him with teasing.  What was not to like? I just thought it was fun. It immediately put a smile on my face, but then again, I didn’t take it more seriously than that. It was fun.

But he always wanted ‘more’… and I admit I saw it as just ‘another thing to do’.  It’s not that I didn’t want to do things for my husband, I did, I just started to see it as something more I had to do, and we were both busy.

But what changed was when I saw that Male Chastity games were for ME TOO. I wanted him locked, because I got what I wanted.  And I really liked getting what I wanted.  I was good at receiving what I wanted.

I just didn’t want to work for it as if it were a burden!  But then I saw it as a co creative game between the two of us. And I started to really look at what I got from this arrangement. 

What do I get from Male Chastity?

A Body Servant -  My husband daily rubs my shoulders, or my feet.  At least once a week he sets up the massage table and I get a deep, full, 2 hour massage.  When we watch TV, he sits behind me and rubs my shoulders.  I don’t get tired of this. I don’t rub him back, though I am affectionate with him. I’ve gotten used to his strong hands giving my body the work it needs, daily.  This is just the way it is, and I love it.  I hear from other women whose men hardly ever touch them, and I’m shocked. I’m spoiled for usre.

A Sex Slave – My husband’s focus is on pleasing me sexually.  I don’t care about pleasing him sexually. We have sex when I want, and I get the orgasms.  There is an old Quinn Klaxon caption that says: Only She Cums. Yep.  I have as many orgasms as I want, and I want far more now that we have this arrangement, and he doesn’t have any, or very few.  Doesn’t bother me at all. My sexual pleasure first, and really… only my sexual pleasure.  He serves me fully in this regard. (And yes, I realize he gains great sexual pleasure from serving me, and touching me, and seeing me in pleasure).

Cook/Housekeeper – My husband does a lot of housekeeping, and most of the cooking.  I clean dishes once in a while, and the house, because I enjoy helping out and I’m a part of the family.  But he does the most of it, and I’m happy about that. The best part is that he does it the WAY I LIKE IT.

Gentleman – My husband treats me with deep masculine respect, and takes care of me like a true gentleman. In speech, in attention, and in service. He’s there for me, he’s strong, he’s mostly silent, he’s still, and he’s my rock upon which I am secure.  I love his deep masculine strength and how he takes care of me. 

Fun – It’s a lot of fun to keep your man locked and focused on you. The power, the teasing, the love, the service, sometimes even the sadism (just a little!). Yeah… I get a lot of fun and creativity from the whole thing.

So What Does He Get?

Writing that out it sounds very one sided, but it’s actually not.  To understand that let’s look at something I read years ago. 

A Submissive wants to told what to do. 

A masochist needs pain. 

A slave is pure service to his/her Domme/Dom.

While we have fun with me telling him what to do, and punishing him and torturing him and teasing him… deeply my husband loves me and channels all of his sexual energy into a depth of connection through service. It’s kinky weird, but it really isn’t. It’s love. Deep service not just to me, but to the FEMININE.  He’s powerful man who chooses to channel is love in a certain way.  He’s not unlike Taoist sexual masters who avoid orgasm and circulate their energy in full body orgasms.  Again, we are kinky, and have a shit ton of fun with that stuff… but deep underneath it all, this is a loving partnership relationship that keeps the spice going long, long, after most people’s has faded.

He also gets a shit ton of sexual energy from me.  We play like we were kids.  Still. Year after year.  Something about teasing the shit out of him…

So What Are My Duties?

This was the part that got me started writing. You see, I wanted him to do all of the things above without me having to do anything.  I know.  Kind of shitty, but it went back to old stuff in my head about sexual duties. I’ve got to do all this stuff… FOR HIM.  Then I realized A) I like doing things for him, and B) keeping him in chastity actually is a FUN sexual duty and C) It pays off (see above list).

Keep Him In Slave Mode

There is a place he goes to in service to me, that is slave, it’s an emotionally charged depth of love and service, and it’s what keeps him going.  It sexually charged submission slave service. It’s not the submission I was talking about above, it’s the SLAVE offering, of a man willing to die for his family to protect them.  Intimately connected to death in some ways.  But this is a ‘sexually charged’ submission, a state of being. That’s my job, to feed that state. Keep him in this ‘submissive’ state.  That requires me to be dominant, and these are the things I do to stay dominant, and keep him submissive.

One – Control His Cock With a Cock Cage – Control the orgasm, control the male. He is kept in chastity longer and longer now.  It works. He enjoys it, it’s a fun challenge for him, and I enjoy, it gives me power and pleasure, and it deepens his submission.  Gives him access to a deeper masculine focus on the feminine.

Two –Service – He wants to do things for me. Give him things to do, and do it in a sexy way.  Part of the game is MAKING him do it.  FORCING him to do it. Now of course, he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to, he’s grown man, but if I TELL HIM to lick my pussy, or clean the house, in a dominant sexy way, we both have a lot more fun.  I used to think it was a job to give him things to do, but then I realized I was doing that all the time anyway. Can you take the trash out? Can you pick up eggs on the way home? Can you call your Mother and tell her we are going to be late for Sunday dinner?  Can you give me a footrub, my heels are killing me from walking in them all day at work?  Can you change the oil in the car? I ask him for things ALL THE TIME… anyway.  So why not making it a game and TELL HIM he has to do it because he’s a slave?  Yes, it’s more work, but it works, and it’s actually fun. And why not make taking the trash out fun?

Three – Discipline – My husband benefits from being beaten once in a while, I think it’s a BODY thing, not that he needs it, and I have a bit of a sadist streak liking to beat him.  Also… there is the sexy POWER dynamic. I tell him to do something, he doesn’t do it, there are consequences. It’s sexy. It’s powerful. He breaks the rules once in a while just to feel my power, which then gives him that deep slave feeling.  So yes, I have to discipline him sometimes, and it can be really fun, and really creative. I’ve come up with some really fucked up punishments. I impress myself sometimes. He tests the limits of my rule… and sometimes I get tired of that… but things are always better if I stay firm and consistent.

Four – Tease and Denial – Build suspense.  Give him energy, give him energy… and pull it back last second. This seems cruel, if someone did it to me I would slit their throat, but he loves it and I love it too.  It’s a big part of the work… giving him that pleasure of teasing… and it helps put him into slave mode, which gives me more focus on me. 

Five – Experience as much pleasure as possible. Porn stars make ridiculous noise for a reason. The masculine LOVES to see the feminine in pleasure.  Women I talk with have a hard time understanding this, they feel embarrassed, etc.  But if you have loud orgasms, and with as much energy as possible enjoy his slavery… he’s going to fucking love it. And it’s something that really keeps him going and keeps him in slave mode.

Sum it Up

Cage his cock and lower his status (he’s a slave, you are a mistress)…

Give him things to do in a fun sexy way…

Punish him regularly for not doing them or not doing them correctly (in a fun nasty dirty sexy way)…

Tease him sadistically with tons and tons of feminine sexual energy but denial him that ultimate ejaculation…

While enjoying it so deeply and thoroughly with such feminine bliss and radiance and pleasure that he can’t help but worship you.

-X

The Taboo of Male Chastity

Male chastity is one of those things that is often judged before being understood. Just the idea of locking a device onto a males sex organ, so he can’t get an erection or play with himself, often turns both genders off the idea. It’s like looking in on a bdsm scene for the first time without any knowledge that it’s consensual and being creeped out. However, the taboo is created only out of misunderstanding of what it actually is, and what it actually does.

Male chastity, in it’s most basic sense, is abstinence. It’s just a device that aids a male to remain abstinent for his partner while giving her the authority to decide if and when his abstinence ends.  So chastity combined with her authority, just makes abstinence more fun, it makes it something difficult to endure, resulting in much deeper intimacy. It’s also something that trains him to overcome all of his lust, and focus his attention not on his selfish desires, but on hers. It makes chastity the perfect tool for developing a sex life that works both ways and creates a very satisfied female partner, and a very happy attentive male.

The honor system can work, but generally it takes a lot more work, and many more accidents along the way. Tease and denial without chastity is definitely possible, and can be a lot of fun. However, chastity does add an extra dimension, because it is a device that is wrapped around his genitals, and grips him gently all day long, reminding him often of his sacrifice for her. It serves to keep her on his mind, which makes him automatically more romantic, more chivalrous, kind, thoughtful, and overall, far less argumentative. His sexual release being conditional upon her approval, keeps him in constant devotion to her.  This can really show the difference between the honor system, and using chastity.

The idea that chastity is unsafe and unhygienic is often a concern that puts many off. When done right, and when fitted properly, a male can pee, and keep clean, with minimal removals. This might take a bit of time to get used to, but the better the fit, or even a custom device, and hygiene is not a problem. Neither is safety, because once it fits right, it will not deter him from doing any activity, including swimming, going to the gym, or riding a bicycle. One major concern is that it shrinks the penis over time.  This is a myth that can never be proven because the penis cannot shrink, just like it cannot be enlarged. The reason for this is because the penis is not a muscle, it is a sponge that fills with blood. After a while in the cage, it gets used to only being able to fill with blood a small amount, and like a sponge, it conforms to the size it’s allowed. Many instances on the internet show a submissive’s penis getting progressively smaller using chastity. This is true only to the extent that he keeps wearing small devices and never allows for a full erection.  Once the cage is removed, after a few days or weeks, the penis will naturally begin to grow back to its usual size. So yes, it can shrink it, but only if it’s never allowed to grow to its normal size.

Chastity is meant to be fun. It’s really not meant to be a method of sexual denial. It’s meant to be a tool that helps a male deny himself for her. Most males lack the self control, and after a few days, the temptation gets too great and results in gratification. Chastity can really help with this, where the temptation is removed simply because the device reminds him that he’s not allowed to give in to temptation. It becomes a great tool for helping a male conquer lust and develop self control over his own sexual urges. This helps him become a better man, and have more respect for women in general, especially his partner.

Male chastity actually has a long history, and if you look back in time, men have used chastity for hundreds of years. They understood the power of sexual energy, and how it can be used for spiritual exploration, and enhancing and nourishing the physical body for endurance in all things. Many athletes to this day practice abstinence and use their sexual energy to help them win over the competition. Men have also used chastity to bring sexual energy upwards through their body, to cleanse their body of negative energy and old habits, as well as to give themselves multiple, non-ejaculatory orgasms extending throughout their whole body. There is a whole lot men can learn from their sexual energy when it’s directed in ways beyond ejaculation. Chastity teaches submissive males this, and it brings them much more in touch with their body, and as a result more in touch with their partners.

When a couple within a female led relationship can see beyond the taboos of male chastity and try it for themselves, then tend to never go back. There is a huge following now, a new trend that is rising, because of male chastity. The benefits speak for themselves, and the more males come in touch with their bodies, the more they understand about their partner creating harmony. It’s worth trying, even for fun as an experiment, just to attempt to understand it.

Many males fear that going into chastity, and giving up that much control, means that sex will occur less often, but that’s not true at all. Chastity actually sexually charges the relationship, and helps her to develop her own desire, which is something few women ever do. To really explore her desire, and know it’s okay, guilt free, and encouraged by her partner to do so. This sexual charge, combined with her desire, means there will likely be a lot more sex. It’ll just be a different kind of sex, which a submissive male will come to love. He may not get let out of his cage each time, but he’s going to discover the true value of giving pleasure. It will cater directly to his submissive desire, which will bring him deeper into subspace, that alone will automatically be more powerful than a sexual release for him. He will come to love that depth of subspace, through giving pleasure, far more than being released from it. It will make him crave to give pleasure even more.