Paul has described what led us to this journey in the first place and I don’t need to repeat that, my intention is to reminisce from my angle and expand on things he has mentioned. It will be helpful for you to read what Paul has written first - ‘Should a cuckold husband be in chastity?’
In looking at female chastity I had stumbled across the possibility of male chastity. We visited some sex shops, got a few cock rings and straps which, with further adaptations at home we made into very primitive and wholly unreliable chastity devices. Thankfully the internet was new and exciting. The American website where the CB2000 was ordered had a forum attached to it. I started reading and interacting with other users which inevitably took me to other forums. Within a short period of time I learned a fair amount about chastity, its approaches and uses. With the support and advice of my new ‘friends’ in cyberspace I gained confidence and began to really enjoy this new aspect to our sex life. It was great to have people to ‘talk’ to as it’s not something I could talk to anyone in real life about. Over time I realised that some of these cyber friends were not who I thought, what did that matter? Paul and I were enjoying a new venture together.
Paul made a promise to me when the CB2000 arrived that it was up to me when I locked his cock up and for how long it remains locked. That’s a powerful position to find myself in, which I quietly relish. The longest time locked is just over 4 months on 2 occasions. I usually have a plan in mind, a goal to aim for. Over the 27ish years I have had his cock locked for a variety of lengths of times and experimented with different combinations of rings and spacers. I should point out here that he’s not been locked continuously for 27 years, our chastity play has been sporadic to say the least! Currently we have 2 new devices which I am also experimenting with. I don’t always tell him of my plans as I know there is a possibility he will try and manipulate the plan. He’s learnt that if he asks he may not get an answer.
I was concerned at first about Paul being locked in chastity when I wasn’t with him, when he was at work or out with his mates. What if he was taken ill or in an accident and needed hospital treatment? I have 2 keys to the padlock, one I kept with me all the time, in my purse. The other I secured in his office. I knew I would be able to describe where it was if needed, he didn’t know it was there until the day we cleared the office. Thankfully in all these years no such incident has occurred, I laugh at myself now wondering what I was worried about. Today I don’t carry the key, it’s hidden at home. On significant occasions I wear it on a chain around my neck.
The day came when Paul confessed he could pull out of the chastity device, wank and slip it back in. I was not pleased. What was the point of all of this? After some consulting with my cyber friends and further online research I decided a Prince Albert piercing was needed. I found a suitable, recommended place to go, made an appointment with Matt, the male piercer and marched Paul in. It’s a memory that still makes me smile today. Some local anaesthetic was applied and we went next door for a coffee while it activated. On our return Paul lay on the couch while Matt did the business and I watched. It was the first time another male had handled his cock, I had never seen it shrivel up so tiny! Skilfully the ring was in place in no time then changed to a larger ring. A small swab was placed around the end of his cock, held in place by his underpants and we were advised that a sanitary pad might be needed. I took great pleasure in producing one from my bag and putting it in his pants. Then it was back to work to drink loads to make him pee loads to help with the cleaning and healing process apparently. I felt powerful that day, it was such fun to know I really did have control of his cock. Using the PA as additional locking has proven to be the only way to go for us. I’ve got him by his balls, sexually he will do whatever I tell him to.
Paul sits down on the toilet to pee when locked as his aim is restricted. That’s great at home as the loo seat is always down however using toilets in public places is a very different thing. On a very few occasions I have unlocked him to go out because of toilet issues but I think really he just has to cope with it whatever he finds. He has said if he’s drinking in the pub with his mates he might drink slower so he doesn’t need to go so often. I just smile, it’s all part of being in chastity. If it puts him in a humiliating situation that’s even better. Naturally there are times I have to take it off for practical reasons. Flying being the obvious one, although you can get plastic single use locks. Medical appointments is another especially when he may need a scan, x-ray or to produce a sample. I can’t see the point in putting it on and taking it off all the time, once it’s on it stays there for whatever length of time I have decided on.
What I naively didn’t realise in the early days is that tease and denial is an active thing. I mistakenly thought locking his cock up (tease) then just continuing with life (denial) was it. How wrong I was to think I could lock him up and ignore him. At this stage I was still regaining my sexual desires. Looking back now I think learning to tease Paul yet deny him of his ultimate desire really helped to reignite me. I learnt that he still needs stimulation while locked, it can be verbal or physical. The more I tease him the more it increases his desire for me, to please me. Perhaps it’s my modest nature but I am not very good at talking dirty, I try to give him a little hint about a meet that we have arranged or about an occasional horny dream I may have had. Alternatively I can restrain him, unlock his cock and play with it, suck it, ride it, all the while telling him he can’t orgasm or I can be evil and spoil his orgasm. I can keep his cock locked while he brings me to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. There have been times when this has really excited him which in turn excites me more. It takes a firm hand to calm him down once I am finished, on his knees beside the bed is usually effective.
Through a lot of trial and error I mastered the art of milking. I am very proud of being able to do this. There is a video somewhere in cyberspace of me performing this. Known as prostate massage, the principle is that a finger or tool is inserted in the anus to massage the prostate and the load flows. That didn’t work for me. I was reading about preventing premature ejaculation and the pressure point on the perineum used for that. I turned this to my advantage. Paul restrained on the bed, no running away or grabbing his cock for a wank, me sat between his legs. Chastity device removed. It doesn’t take much to work up a hard-on, then I massage his perineum, in one direction only, from anus to balls, then continue in same direction up the cock. Repeating this many times over and the load flows. He can feel it flowing and knows he has no control over loosing his load, yet he does not have the sensation of an orgasm despite him howling in frustration. He says he feels like he’s being robbed. I have discovered it is best done somewhere between 10 and 14 days after locking or last milking. I have successfully done this on several occasions. Completely by accident I discovered another way of draining his load without orgasm. Paul was enjoying licking me, I was enjoying being licked. Him giving me pleasure gives him the pleasure he’s not getting because he’s locked up. He was on his knees, leaning over my thigh. I was patting his buttocks to regulate the speed at which he was pleasing me when my hand slipped down and I was patting his dangling balls. Due to the weight of the chastity device I got quite a pleasing swing going on. He started moaning and I realised there was a puddle on the bed. I have repeated this many times since. It is not an orgasm. After an orgasm most men, definitely Paul, want to roll over and recover. After a milking or draining Paul is still high, sexually excited, my job now is to calm him down.
As a result of age sadly Paul’s cock has started to become unreliable. In his prime it was a girthy 8”, to be honest I didn’t appreciate how lucky I was until I started to discover what other guys had to offer. It was a gradual process leading to Paul no longer satisfying me like he used to. This coincided with me rediscovering my sexual self after recovery from a medical issue. We didn’t want our sex life to die, we needed reliable cock! Without it being a conscious decision to look for cuckolding scenarios, that’s what we were doing. Once we acknowledged this to ourselves we explored it further. Listening to a podcast together gave us greater insight of the various approaches to cuckolding. We were able to define our own pathway and style. Finally we embraced it and the chastity devices have come out of the cupboard again.
Cuckolding takes tease and denial a step further. Teasing Paul that I have a man with a good working cock to please me, teasing him by having huge and noisy orgasms with another man. Denying him the satisfaction of his cock being big, denying him of being able to shoot his load, denying him of having sex with me. Then there’s the sexual humiliation. Paul asks me how I feel about it and I find it difficult to explain. I like it. It’s not a sexual turn on. It makes me happy, amuses me, I smile (I’m smiling now as I write this), sometimes it makes me laugh. Being made to clean up is much talked about in cuckold forums and chat rooms. Paul doesn’t like cleaning up. He does it because he’s told and he feels very humiliated by it, especially if the guy instructs him to look at it for a while before he is told to start licking. I see it as sharing the guys load with Paul, rubbing his nose in the fact that it’s someone else’s, not his. It’s all a bit of fun.
Inadvertently putting himself into a humiliating situation can be fun too. It happened a couple of years ago when we were on holiday. I have a huge grin on my face again remembering. Paul was locked in the CB2000. We were in a pub and he came back from the toilet saying that the cage had broken and was painfully poking in to him. He couldn’t take it off because of the extra security device - the string through the PA. The key was not on my person. He had to ask the young lady behind the bar if there was a pair of scissors he could borrow for a small urgent problem. Return to the toilet, cut the string to be able to remove the cage. Keep all the parts safe in his pocket and give the scissors back suggesting she might want to wash them. I could see by his body language how much humiliation that caused him, much to my delight. I should clarify that it was glued seams on the cage section that had come apart from the rings. The rings stayed on him. The device has been mended and is as good as new.
As a couple communication has always been strong between us. From when we first met we’ve always found it easy to talk about anything and everything. It’s probably why we are where we are now. However Paul can talk and talk, it’s almost as if he doesn’t like a quiet room (or car). When his cock is locked or we’re exploring a new sexy avenue it is at the forefront of his mind. He talks so much about what we are doing or planning I can’t get my own thoughts on the subject sorted in my head. I have to tell him to be quiet sometimes, he obeys me because he knows I have always got the right (within our understanding) to punish him. I need to control his talking as there’s always a risk of him saying what he wants. I have to be strong and ensure I get what I want out of it. His biggest fear is that he will be left out and forgotten about, this will never be the case, he will always play a part. I only tell him what he needs to know about a meet, as in when and where it’s happening. He knows I don’t want him over involved and trusts that I will never leave him out. Regardless I will be doing it my way, I will plan with the other guy and our plans will include Paul one way or another. If I were to tell him details in advance there is a danger that he will try to influence the situation and possibly press the destruct button.
We have always had rules that we play by and Paul is a stickler for these. Consequently I don’t need to use punishment often. He will always try his best to do what is required in order to avoid being punished. Punishment in our eyes should be fair and just, not for the sake of it. I prefer the punishment to fit the crime where possible. I have various tools for corporal punishment, having one to hand during play is a good threat, or encouragement to do right. I have used cold water as punishment in the past but can’t remember why now. What I do remember is the fun I had with it. Making him stand naked outside the back door and chucking a bucket of cold water over his genitals in chastity made me laugh so much. Talking of the cold has reminded me of another amusing occasion. Sunday morning kids football matches. It was an early match on a very cold winter morning, the sort that makes you want to stay in your warm cosy bed, preferably shagging. Paul was locked in chastity. The device prevents the balls from hiding inside the body as they do in extreme cold. Do I need to spell it out? He was in absolute agony, couldn’t walk properly, and couldn’t wait to get home and get warm. I can laugh about it now but at the time I was a little concerned.
All of our playing has been an evolution, initially chastity with cyber input, then moving into BDSM and Dominance/submission circles and meeting people for real. Then D/s play with others including real sex which led to swinging and clubs. Realising we are not out and out swingers we admitted to ourselves that it’s the cuckolding scenario that floats our boat. More recently I have reintroduced chastity which has inevitably brought the D/s element back into our lives. I always knew it was there and that I could bring it back into play anytime, always my choice as I am in control. (We also had a good few years of not really playing at all, family life and work took over).
This begs the question of how chastity and cuckolding work together. It’s working for us in that Paul is stimulated by being locked, teased and denied by watching or knowing that another guy is sexually fulfilling me. The issues we are working on are involving my lover to ensure Paul has a role or duty and is involved either actively or passively. I need potential lovers to understand chastity. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for Paul or feel that he should also have an orgasm. Paul’s orgasms are under my control. I’m not saying he should be locked the whole time, if someone else wants to suck his cock they can, Paul will need a blue pill first though. I want Paul to be humiliated by my lover by telling him what to do and what is expected of him. I’m told Paul’s a good cock sucker. If he’s been locked for a while his arse might need some attention. I wonder if another man fucking Paul’s arse will get his pent up load flowing…
We are committed to this sex life of chastity cuckolding. We do it because we are kinky and need sex with a twist. We enjoy meeting other open minded kinky people, even if it is conversation only. I want a good fucking with a guy who knows how to please me and get me screaming as I reach the heights of the massive orgasms I have discovered I am capable of. Equally I want Paul to be part of that experience because I know it excites him too.
Paul has had to learn to respect and appreciate my lover. As we part company Paul is humiliated once again by shaking his hand and thanking him for ‘fucking my wife’, failure to do this will result in punishment.
