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Most of the time Male Chastity, Female domination, BDSM and things like that are often fantasized about by a man. It’s those fantasies that get in there and grow and grow, like weeds, rooting themselves in his mind. One of the problems with a fantasy is most guys are extremely nervous about telling their partner about any fantasy, let alone ones that involve locking up their penis in a cage, tying them up, spanking them, and denying them orgasm. So they keep these fantasies to themselves as it continues to take over their mind. This inability to communicate with your partner and even your partners inability to listen can become an area of resentment in your relationship. Men can begin looking elsewhere to get this fantasy “fulfilled” even if that is just pictures on the internet (which we all know can be a slippery slope). And here’s where I gently tap you on the forehead, boys, and remind you of something important: fantasies don’t become problems because they exist… they become problems because they’re hidden. Silence is what lets those weeds take over. Silence is what turns curiosity into shame, and shame into secrecy. And secrecy? That’s the part that damages connection, not the desire itself.

Now, let’s be very clear, having interests like these does not make you broken, perverted, or “too much.” It makes you human. What does need attention is how you carry those interests into a relationship. Dumping them on your partner in a moment of panic, or worse, springing them as a surprise and hoping for the best, is not communication… it’s outsourcing your anxiety and hoping she’ll manage it for you. That rarely ends well.

Ladies, when a man gathers the courage to speak up, when his voice shakes just a little and he risks being truly seen, that moment matters. Listening does not mean agreeing. Hearing does not mean immediately saying yes. It means creating enough safety that honesty doesn’t feel like a trap. Curiosity goes a long way here. Asking why something interests him will teach you far more than reacting to the surface-level idea itself.

And boys, pay attention to this part: how you speak matters. Leading with trust, vulnerability, and respect is far more effective than leading with desperation or fantasy overload. You’re not asking for permission to exist… you’re inviting your partner into a conversation. One that unfolds slowly, with patience, reassurance, and a willingness to accept her pace, not just your own.

Healthy power dynamics are built on communication first. Not cages, or rules, or even control. Those things only work after understanding, consent, and mutual desire are already firmly in place. So breathe., use your words and listen more than you speak.

I am curious, since so many of our friends are couples (many married), would any of you be willing to share how you got started with chastity? Were there any fantasies that felt especially challenging?

I look forward to next time

Michele

My most important key

As I sat with my coffee this morning, I started reflecting on my day…

I woke up this morning thinking about a fantasy I have had for a long time. I want to be punished. My head was in that state of consciousness somewhere between sleep and being awake. That time where I am consciously thinking about something but it still feels almost dreamy. My cage was pulling on my balls from a very strong attempt at an erection when I woke up so I think I had been dreaming about it first.

So what makes this fantasy frustrating? It is a fantasy that cannot be fulfilled. Or at least I haven’t figured out a way to fulfill it. I have this deep longing for a harsh punishment, and this particular longing is for a harsh physical punishment. Just what that looks like has evolved over the last 50 years but it always involves impact implements of some sort. Pushing me to my limit, and then just a little bit more. In my current stage it would involve the use of canes, on just about any part of my body. I look forward to writing about what that is like in the future but for now the importance is that it is a real punishment. I need to not want it, to be pushed a little. I need to want it to stop but for the one administering it to need more. And just as important if not more is that I need the person (Michele of course) giving it to be really punishing me.

And this is where the frustration comes in to play. I don’t want to ever do anything that would put Michele in a position where she wants to punish me. I like being obedient. I like being a good boy. We have very clear expectations so I know (generally) how to stay where I am supposed to be. When I do veer a little our dynamic allows us, almost forces us, to get back on track before anything becomes a “punishable” issue.

So how do I get this “need” fulfilled? And at some deep phycological level it is a need. That is the question I am pondering.

I don’t expect an easy answer but if anyone has one please share, leave a comment or send us an email

John

Being long distance means staying connected in our kinky dynamic can be a challenge at times. One of the ways we manage that is through a group chat. Most days it is light and sporadic. Some casual conversation, a bit of kinky talk, and sometimes a small task for one of us subs. Other times it is simply checking in and staying present with one another.

Then there are nights like last night. Hours of nonstop conversation. Much of it kinky, and some of it very kinky. We use this time to talk openly about our wants and desires. Part of that includes revisiting memories of things we have already experienced together, usually focusing on one or two moments at a time.

It gives us space to share what we especially enjoyed or what left us craving to experience it again. Pictures often get exchanged, and quite frequently some are taken in real time to show just how strongly one of us, or all of us, are reacting to the conversation.

Clearly one of us was enjoying the conversation

We also spend time talking through fantasies. Sometimes we build on ones that are already part of our regular dynamic.

This often includes the person who first imagined the fantasy expanding it based on real life experience, while the others add their own perspectives. I particularly love discovering new things about myself through the fantasies of others. Just when I think I have a solid understanding of my own desires, I realize they were only the beginning. I love learning about myself and the people I care about, and I cannot think of a more intimate way to do that than through shared desire, honest conversation, and genuine care for one another. The opportunity to understand ourselves and each other more deeply is a beautiful thing.

As much fun as it is to relive past experiences, these conversations are also a space to share new fantasies. Some are ones we have never spoken out loud before, while others form naturally as the discussion unfolds.

As excitement builds, we encourage each other to explore and lean into those desires. It almost always leads to the same question by the end of the night.

How soon are you going to be here again?

Thank you for allowing me to share. As always we love feedback, please leave a comment or send us an email

John

Our toys and equipment are all packed in storage and we certainly haven’t had any time for much play living in this state of limbo, as we are. That doesn’t stop the mind from wandering and the body from wanting.

Lately, I’ve been craving things, intense things. I’ll just flat out warn you now that I may describe some things in this post that I’m fantasizing about. No one can hold my cravings or fantasies against me and if you don’t like intensity, women in control being forceful etc, then you might as well stop reading now.

I’ve noticed since living here in someone else’s house the lack of control I feel. Not so much the lack of control over cagedmonkey but over everything in general. When I start to feel that loss of control it makes me want to grab on harder and hold deeper to my dominant-ness. It’s been building and building and I’m fantasizing about getting that control back. I’m feeling very (almost) angry and aggressive and life I want to forcefully take it back, make it mine and have it again… Complete and utter control of everything. I find myself craving getting it back in the one consensual way I know how.

I’ve been craving some serious full bondage, complete restraint, like being locked in the bitch tamer or tied strong to our new bed. Just so completely bound that he cannot move, gagged so he can’t talk. The only sounds he can make are the whimpers and cries and slight pleas begging me to stop. I want to use him, spank him, fuck him, tease him and torture him until he is limp and sobbing. I want his complete body to be mine used, abused, raped consensually against his will. I want to feel his body give up against my aggressive, forcefull dominance.

I desperately need to feel like I control his pain, he pleasure, his teasing and his torture. That I am in control of everything in those few moments while I year him down to nothing but a blubbering, begging pile of a man, begging me to stop, begging me to stop.

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So, ML’s post let the cat out of the bag and it has now turned into the elephant in the room – I won’t be having an orgasm in 2016. Honestly, that sounds a hell of a lot worse than “I won’t have an orgasm for a year,” and I’m not quite sure why that is. Maybe because it’s so definite, so final… and it also says nothing of when my next orgasm will be…. Ok, I’m going to stop right there before I start putting more ideas into My Lady’s head. 🙂

Now that this is going to be a reality, I can’t help but think back to how we got this far. I can vividly remember one of the first few conversations ML and I had about our goals for chastity and orgasm denial. My goal was to eventually be made to go a year with an orgasm; ML wasn’t so ambitious. When I asked her if it would ever be a possibility, first she answered, “I don’t know.” Then, following a good pestering from me, she said, “Probably not.”

I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed. I wondered what it would be like to be that desperate, so needy after a year of no orgasms, and what it would feel like to finally have one. But I also understood where she was coming from. We hadn’t even started practicing yet, we were still working out the details (so to speak). Looking at an entire year of denial wasn’t just putting the cart before the horse, it was filling up the cart before even buying a horse. I was just happy that we were communicating honestly and openly, and we were willing to try this together.

I never expected ML to get as far as even considering a year denial for me. It was always one of those “what if” fantasies, but it grew less and less important as our sex life got more and more amazing. Little did I know that My Lady was building up her tolerance for denying me.

Now it seems like my fantasy will come true. And, to be honest, it’s not a “be careful what you wish for” situation – I’m very excited to try this! I know there will be times where I hate it and I want it to end, but I love being sexually controlled by My Lady. Also, being insanely horny, almost constantly turned on, and desperate to cum pretty much all day every day is an AMAZING experience that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

Although, nine months from now, I might feel differently about that and be willing to trade it for a nice good hard orgasm. 🙂

Just another fantasy story that I thought deserved to be shared on the blog! 🙂

So Long on the Edge of Orgasm
by: CagedMonkey

I’ve never been more sexually tortured in my entire life.

For the past God-knows-how-long…. hours?… I’ve been locked on all fours in the stockade while the fucking machine s l o w l y stroked my cock, driving me crazy and keeping me on edge but not quite giving me enough stimulation to cum. My body trembles as my hips try in vain to thrust forward to get the stimulation I need, but the waist pad holds me snugly in place. I can’t move my hips an inch forward, or even backward to escape the constant stimulation. At this moment, I’m not even sure if I want the machine to make me cum or just stop stroking me and stop the torture. The one thing that is certain is I won’t get either option.

I’ve been here for so long on the edge of orgasm, and the tension has tired me so much that I’m nearly falling asleep from fatigue. Only the machine won’t let me rest, the torment doesn’t stop. Every time my brain tried to turn off, it snaps back to its incredible need for release.

Suddenly, I’m jolted fully awake by the sound of the collar of the stockade being unlocked. I know what this means, you’ve done this before. Some of the times you’ve woken up to apply lube to the fleshlight, you simply masturbate yourself to sleep. I’m forced to listen to your moans of pleasure, unable to see you because the collar prevents me from turning my head or looking up at the bed. Those times you leave me locked where I am, barely speaking to me as you make it possible to continue my ordeal.

This time, I know you want more. Unlocking the collar means you want me to move my head. You stand in front of me, holding your pussy in front of my face. I need no further instructions. I begin licking you, tasting your dripping wet pussy as you rub it all over my face. You grab my head and pull me into your pussy further, grinding your hips against me. Then I feel something different, something that hasn’t happened during the other times you’ve used my face to get off.

The machine has begun moving faster.

I moan loudly into your pussy, gasping between licks as the machine strokes me faster. I want to push against the machine, thrusting harder as it drains the cum from my tortured body. My breath quickens as I realize the machine is going to make me….

… the machine stops, just moments before I cum.

I groan in frustration, vibrating your horny pussy and triggering a deep orgasm in you. Your hips grind against my face as I sob into your pussy, wishing that you would end this horrible/incredible experience, one way or another. But I feel you applying the lube once again, and the machine begins stroking me once again, even slower than before. You kiss me on the cheek as you lock the collar shut once again.

“Enjoy,” you whisper before you climb up on the bed and leave me on the floor again. Soon, I hear your soft moans as the bed begins to squeak; I moan and sob quietly as you rub yourself to sleep once again, leaving me only to endure until you decide I’ve had enough…

Since giving my girlie sub,Lizzy the task of looking up predicament bondage she’s started to fantasize about it. One of my subs requirements is to share their fantasies with me. This is one that got me extremely hot, including the aftercare, so, I had to share it here!

Here is her story: Deep Breaths

Deep breaths, I tell myself, deep steady breaths. My legs are tied together, rotated so the tops of my feet are touching. I hold them in the air, unaided, barely keeping them up high enough so the strings attached to my ankles don’t pull on the nipple clamps they’re attached to. My core burns, pulling pathetic whimpers from my throat. I am thankful for the bar I can rest my legs on, just low enough to painfully pull on my nipples but high enough so if my legs give out, I don’t seriously hurt myself. I decide to lower my legs. With a loud groan and a high pitched squeal, I rest my core but stretch my nipples a good inch or two. My chest heaves with my breath as I try to adjust.

My arms begin to shake above my head. They’re tied together and connected to a counter weight, so if I lower them the dildo right above my mouth will lower into the O-ring holding my mouth open and choke me. A small sob escapes me as the dildo falls with my arms. My muscles may get a break, but I don’t.

“You’ve gotten a lot stronger since we started doing this,” My Lady remarks conversationally from her chair next to me. The only response I can give is a strained, choked, muffled wail. She laughs lightly as she rises. “You know, you’ve done so well today, keeping yourself taut for so long, I think you deserve a reward.”

She moves behind my legs where trying to look at her is a horrid strain on my eyes. I just stare at the ceiling instead, waiting. “You’ll only get your reward if you keep your legs and arms up though,” the condition is delivered in her happy singsong voice. I try to say, “Yes Ma’am,” but what comes out is more of a guttural noise than anything else. Obediently, I lift my legs and arms back up despite my screaming muscles. That’s when I hear the sound of the Hitachi. I am more motivated to keep myself taught than ever in this moment. It has been a month since my last orgasm and I will do almost anything to earn one.

When the vibrator touches me I can’t stop the screams and pleads flying from my throat, scrambled and turned into senseless noise by the gag. My legs fall for a moment, pulling my nipples suddenly and causing the vibrator to be removed. Almost sobbing, I pull my legs back into the air, praying for the strength to keep them aloft. The vibrator returns, only this time with a sleeve. The attachment slips into my vagina and presses against my g-spot and clit. Bucking and thrashing, I struggle to keep my limbs up. I want this so bad. I NEED this! I scream in my head.

Somehow, despite myself, despite the burning pain in my body, I last. Somehow, I make it to screaming orgasm. Lights flash behind my eyes and I feel liquid gushing from me. The vibrator remains on and in me for a minute after I am finished, My Lady chuckling as I twitch around it and fall limp. I feel like my limbs are made of lead and I’m flying far away from my body. All too soon, the climb to orgasm begins again, forcing me to lift my legs for better access and pleasure. Right before I hit another, the vibrator is taken away. “Don’t get greedy now sweet little thing,” I swear I can hear her smile in her words. Without stimulation, I fall limp again, feeling like a rag doll. As I faintly feel fingers untying the ropes around my ankles, I close my eyes and allow myself to rest.

The pain of removing the clamps brings me back to myself with a short shout and fast whimpers. The dildo already gone, my arms untied, my legs resting on the floor, the only thing left was the gag. It left my mouth with trails of saliva clinging to it. My head is pulled into My Lady’s lap and I instinctually move to please her. Confusion muddied my cloudy mind as she told me no and moved my face away to rest on her thigh. Have I done something wrong? I speculate as I turn to look up at her. I love to please her, to make her cum. I couldn’t fathom why she’d stop me.
“You are much too tired. Rest sweet girl, you can thank me later,” she softly explains, stroking my hair. I nod weakly, my head barely moving. We sit there for a while, silent. With a kiss to my forehead, she pulls a pillow under my head as she rises. The way she looked there, the light behind her head like a halo, she looked like a Goddess. “Be right back,” reassures the Goddess above me. Smiling, I give another incremental nod and close my eyes, slipping into sleep.

She returns with water and chocolate. “Do you want some water?” she asks, sitting next to me again. I open my mouth and give a soft “Ahh,” prompting a giggle from her. A straw is placed on my lips and I drink my fill. Water runs in the background. I perk up slightly, glancing between My Lady and the doorway. “I thought after all that you could use a bath,” she explains, rubbing my side and back gently, “A nice warm bath sound okay?” I smile dopily at her. I am loved, warm, and safe and cared for.

I can’t wait to repay her.

Thank you my sweet Lizzy girl for the amazing story and for being such a good girl sharing it with me and ultimately our readers. 🙂

If you’ve been following along, you know I’ve had some Dommy confidence issues. I’ve been trying to get myself back into the organized, always have a plan, Domme that I am. After taking almost two weeks off to enjoy some beautiful Caribbean weather, it has been quite the task getting back organized.

Thanks to locking hubby up, talking about an intense D/s session with him, chatting all sexy with friends in email, text and Twitter and getting back to reading sexy blogs, I’m feeling much better about my kinky state. I will admit I was a bit worried that I lost my kinky but I think it just came down to not being in a kinky environment. I’m definitely a chameleon and have always been when it comes to social situations. I can fit in anywhere and be what I need to be to fit in – always continuing to be myself in the process but censoring what needs to be censored out of respect for the rest of the world. So I feel like spending 2 weeks in the “vanilla” world and not thinking or really even talking kinky set me back. It’s coming back all kinds of lovely now. 🙂

The past few days, as I’ve said, I’ve had some chats with people and read some stuff that has gotten my creative fantasy juices flowing, not to mention other juices. I thought I’d come here and write them down. This way you all get to enjoy my kinky fantasy thoughts and I get to get all turned on thinking about you enjoying them. And what you might be doing with yourself while enjoying them – if you are lucky enough not to be locked in a cage that is. 🙂

I’ve had some amazing thoughts going on, from spanking to sensory deprivation, from simple bondage to full on Doggystyle Stockade with an attached fucking machine.

I was looking through pics on my phone and found one of cagedmonkey’s gorgeous ass, nice and red after I spanked him over my knee bare handed. Good God is it a beautiful thing to look at and remember how it feels to spank him as he squirms and whimpers in my lap. I started to think about how much enjoyment I get when using my paddle too. When I have him bound spread eagle, face down on the bed spanking his ass, thighs and even spreading those cheeks and giving his tight little asshole a swat.
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I also recently read, over at Chastity Forums I think, about a guy who’s wife made him wear rubber gloves as a way to diminish his sensation when touching her, or something like that… so that got me thinking a lot about sensory deprivation. I’ve often tried to think of a way that I could deprive cagedmonkey of some of his senses, including touch, but still get what I need from him – like his touch! So this whole rubber glove thing got me going. If I’ve got cagedmonkey restrained, in the hood, ear buds in with something playing on his S5 or iPod, caged but having the RodeoH and my favorite dildo attached and rubber gloves on him there is quite a bit of possibility there. I just think there is an awful lot of frustration to be had while I’m able to please myself and he can feel absolutely nothing.

My thoughts have also gone deeper, rather quickly, as my need to dominate my husband sexually has increased. I’ve started thinking a lot about the Doggystle stockade we’ve mentioned in the past wanting to get. We’ve had all kinds of mindfuck sessions thinking about the things we could do with a piece of furniture like this. Even more recently we’ve gotten even more intense with our fantasies and added in thoughts of the attached fucking machine (which led us to the site linked above).

So many fantastic, naughty things could happen with this set up. Not only could we do some of the things mentioned in previous posts, while hubby is being excruciatingly slowly violated by the fucking machine but we could also use it as a torture device. The site we’ve been looking at also has Fleshlight attachments for the fucking machine which could be used to force fuck cagedmonkey for, potentially, hours at whatever pace a please. Perhaps juuuuuuuuust slow enough that he can’t cum but not too slow that he could lose his erection. Or, perhaps, it could be used to continue stroking him post orgasm for some torture. So many ideas ranging from forced anal violation to forced orgasms but isn’t that why I’m in control? I get to decide when and what sexual pleasure or torture he will have to endure and for how long.

The other thing I’ve been fantasizing about with having this machine, since we aren’t into the actual physical side of cuckolding, is the potential to kind of cuckold cagedmonkey. I could fuck myself with the machine in every way I like over and over, having him tied in the stackade portion, forced to watch me cum. Forced to see the pleasure I get while he is locked there wishing he was the one pleasing me. Watching as a machine takes his place and fucks his wife inches from his face where he can smell my sex and is aching and dripping, wanting to taste me… feel me… touch me.

As you can see my naughty, kinky thoughts are coming back just fine. I am loving being back home because I’m getting that, ever so intense, growly, hungry, animalistic, horny growing inside me and I need to take it out on cagedmonkey.

It’s creeping up on a month since my last orgasm now, and I can definitely feel my horniness taking on a whole new intensity. I don’t know if it’s because ML has been teasing me out of the cage more, or if it’s the use of the super-confining Revenge, or it could just be the fact that I’m a male with an incredibly high sex drive who has gone cum-less for so long…. but I can feel the need growing. I’d never use my safeword with ML just because I wanted to cum, but this weekend for the first time I considered thinking about possibly maybe using it. It’s that bad.

And I have how much longer to go?

Actually, the answer to that question is not 100% clear. It has been somewhat assumed that my next Maybe Day is our anniversary, seeing as we go on our Carribean cruise the week following. Assumed, but not decided on. And, as always, it is ML’s choice to make whether or not I actually get to cum on any Maybe Day. I feel somewhat safe about this time around; after this, I honestly have no clue.

I can feel my sexual need starting to take over me. Any time I am close to ML, any time I look at her I get turned on. I’ve had to battle with incredibly strong morning wood just about all week, my cock filling the cage and nearly bursting through the bars of the Jailbird. And my fantasies have beginning to get very intense.

Oddly enough, this is very exciting to me. I was secretly worried that maybe I was starting to veer off of the “kink” path in some ways, but these urges show me otherwise. I’ll explain. For the past few weeks, ML has been using my face to get her horny pussy off. I am enjoying it to no end. There have been moments, however, where she gets a little overeager and covers my face with her gooey wetness enough where I am unable to breathe.  We’ve explored this before and enjoyed it very much, but recently I’ve been trying to avoid it. I don’t know why, exactly… I just wasn’t into it. But now that my uncontrollable horniness has taken over, I’m very aggreeable to whatever ML wants to do with me – whether it be smother me with her huge titties, force me to lick her pussy until my jaw aches, or queening me until I pass out tongue fucking her ass.

Even our most recent discussions about the pseudo-cuckolding fantasies are getting darker and more intense… do I really want to be locked into the steel bars and be forced to watch another man jerk off and cum all over my wife’s tits? Do I want to be teased mercilessly, edged over and over, and have to beg this man to either let me have an orgasm or allow the torment to stop?

I guess the real question is… do I want to have a choice in the matter?

I’m pretty sure I know the answer to that question.

Lately I’ve been having some fantastic fantasies about this friend of mine. Cagedmonkey and I share pics with another very sexy married couple. I would consider them a vanilla couple and sending us naughty pics of their intimate time together is about as far this side of kinky as they get. That’s ok though, I enjoy them just how they are.

Anyway, as I said, I’ve been having these fantasies about this friend. She has big beautiful breasts, the kind a girl just wants to squeeze and fondle. She’s a gorgeous girl too so… I mean, yum! Btw, I’m not bisexual but I sure can appreciate another woman, especially when she deserves to be appreciated! 🙂 As I said, I’ve been having fantasies but not the kind you’re probably thinking. I’m not thinking of her fully for my pleasure haha these thoughts are of doing things with her to tease hubby.

It sure helps that I can tease him with these thoughts too… and he’s seen the pictures and can totally envision all of the hot ass sexy things I’m describing.

One day I hope to meet my girlfriend in real life and maybe one day she and I can tease our husbands while we get some playtime in with each other! 🙂 mmmmm fantasies!