As I run a household where regular male release is a part of the power exchange, I must constantly try to invent new games. Here comes my latest experience, I call it a mixture of designer shoe intoxication, ball busting and ruined masturbation. This is what happened a few days ago.
My husband is handcuffed and released from his chastity device; he has confined for 2 weeks without any release. He is positioned flat chest facing down on a two feet tall bench. I tie his body secure to the bench and spread his legs outwards. His legs are equally tied. He now lies secured on the bench facing down legs spread eagle. I position my self at the end of the bench sitting high on a comfortable chair, his face at level with my feet and he is looking towards me. I wear a nice short tight dress with stockings and no panties. Now I engage him with a little shoe play session. His face is 10-15 inch away from my high heeled feet, my legs are crossed. I start the play: Shoe dangling, teasing, small tipping movements, exposure, prancing, sometimes I move the tip of the shoe close to his face and demand him to inhale the sweet fragrance. I play like this for quite a while – pure foot exhibitionism and I have his full attention. I use exquisite footwear, 4 inch designer darlings, could be Manolo’s, Louis Vuitton, Givenchy but today they are a pair of Gucci’s – for some reason I always end up buying Gucci, I think it is because this fashion company knows about shoe sex appeal.
When I am satisfied, when I have received enough attention and my feet and shoes feel really desired, I move to the next part of the game. I walk a little around in the wooden floored room so that we can hear the shoe heels do their clicking. Then I walk around the bench behind him close in to the edge of the bench between his spread legs close to his private parts. His member will is pretty excited by now so I must spend some efforts to get it in a more handy state. I grap his cock and try to force it backwards, I demand him to trust his ass upwards to help it back, punch his ball sack a little until I succeed. When his cock is manageable and I have it lying flat forced behind his balls resting on the bench I rise and start to rub the cock with my my high heeled foot - foot masturbation! I circle around, I thrust the shoe down on his flesh, rub his head grease with pre-cum. I play with my foot and shoe in this way for a while as it is rather difficult for a man to ejaculate in this position. I looooove to shoe masturbate a cock, this combination of fashion commodity fetichism, my absolute power and control, to smudge the expensive leather sole with the male moisture, the merciless way the shoe scratches the male flesh (it can hurt quite a bit), and yet it is very intense for a male to experience 'close encounters of the third kind' with the ultimate coded femininity object:-)
When I am satisfied with this treat (of cause no cumming) it is time to be more business like. I untie the ropes (not the handcuffs) and get him positioned on the bench with his back facing down. Again I spread his legs and secure them. Now the fun part begins. To get him back in an excited state I position myself above him standing with my legs spread his face between my legs my head facing down his body. I now perform a little face sitting and he is very eager to use his mouth and tongue to suck and taste my female nectar. His cock performs small sensational contractions, we can say it is fully alive and standing erect. When I start to play with his nipples with my fingers the cock appears to be talking to me, Hello is there something you want to tell me? Because I am so turned on by his helplessness and my power over his lust I reach an orgasm after a short time. He licks and sucks my pussy all through. Thank you honey, what a treat. Now it is your turn.
I gag him and then I sit down on my knees between his legs close to the edge of the bench. I tie a little ball parachute around his balls they are by now very heavy, probably filled up with some juice eager to get out. Buy things are not supposed to be to easy, right? He must earn his release; a little suffering should be just. I take a wooden spoon and start to hit his bound balls. A bit like cracking eggs, from his moaning sound under the gag I judge the force and the effect. His cock alters its states, sometimes it goes down, sometimes up, obviously this must be a sweet pain. Sometimes I stop for a minute, then a few rapid slaps with the spoon in a succession. Sometimes I use a more rigid pattern, a slap every 10 second. I continue with this play for something like 15-20 minutes, the idea is to kind of numb his balls. After a while his cock doesn’t go up any more, it is hurt, afraid, has accepted that this is not sexual but pain. I continue some more to make my point: this is not meant to be pleasurable but painful. Then I rise, walk my way around in the room, my heels go click, click, click, click. I return to the bench, stand looking at him, his eyes are tearful, I smile, I tell him that he did well, that I am happy with his performance. And his member starts to rise again!!! What? With firm dedication I return to my position between his legs and grap the spoon again. I tell him his cock is not supposed to be in a desirable state, his balls should be numb and broke. Here we go again, yet another turn. When I am finished this time his member stays down!!! I remove the gag from his mouth and start to comfort him with sweet talk, ‘I am so proud honey, you did well’, I kiss him on his mouth… Honey you deserve a proper release, I run my hand and fingers down over his body, squeezes his nipples, kiss him again.
Then I sit down between his legs and start to masturbate his cock, the ball parachute is still in position, slow movements and I urge him to give in to it, to moan and show his pleasure. After a short while his cock is alive again. I rub it in a steady pace; one hand is holding around the ball parachute the other is doing the work. All pleasure no pain, just pleasure…I stop the masturbation and walk out to get two clothespins, then I put one on each of his nipples, a sensitive pain, not to hard, and I return back to the stroking. I start to stroke faster, his moans becomes more intense, I keep stroking, when he cries his orgasm out and the cock starts to spurt I immediately let go of my stroking hand. But I do a double movement: One hand goes away; the other hand starts to crush hard around his balls kept tight through the parachute. His pleasurable moaning turns to a painful cry, but I keep crushing. I milk his orgasm out through the pain of his balls, we could call it balls masturbation and it kind of works, as I squeeze his jewels the cock makes another round of spurt, I keep sqeezing and releasing, sqeezing and it performs yet another round. Ladies out there you should try it, the cock and its balls are truly wonderful toys, they have their own kind of connected life… I release the ball parachute and rise, he is exhausted and pretty broke. After a couple of minutes in silence I position my self over his head my legs spread I squat down over his face and tell him to give me very dedicated lick if he wants to avoid yet another tour with the spoon on his balls! The clothes pins are still in position, he does a marvellous job ……
So any guys in here who would like to be handled by a selfish young lady who likes to squeeze lemons? I promise you will be sore for days............:-)
I am very interested in other peoples experience with ruined orgasms combined with balls squeezing. Please leave a comment here if you can contribute on this matter.
In one of my threads I wrote that I am conditioning my husband to become a shoe fetishist because I like shoes. A sub male responded with this text:
“one of my greatest fears involving long-term chastity was knowing it would increase my vulnerability to being 'conditioned' to respond to new and different things and stimuli. I was afraid that my KH would eventually 'catch on' to this vulnerability and start working on me in ways i'd never have imagined. This has happened to some degree but I've never explained how deeply afraid I feel!”
This response really ignited me, it made me think more cautiously about breeding the male psyche. Conditioning is the price the sub male pay for being so sexually focused that he is willing to submit his sex control to a dominant woman. This is what chastity is all about. The male gives himself over to female power and learns to enjoy what SHE enjoys. He is doomed to self inflicted slavery and he starts to love his submission. The female gets a hard working servant that she pays not by money but by her total unreasonable selfishness – well this is my philosophy.
At the moment I take great pleasure in the good old in out, in out: The missionary position with me lying on my back and my husband on top, my legs drawn all the way back resting on his shoulder. In this position he can thrust himself really deep into my body. I like to caress his nibbles while he works hard. He can usually only last for 5 minutes before he must withdraw to prevent himself from coming. I let him catch his breath and dive in for a couple of turns. In some of the rounds I demand that he turns his face to the side and focus his attention on my high heeled foot that is next to his head, possibly kissing my foot and shoe. I will usually let him please me for fifteen minutes or so before I cut him off. I like to be fully clothed in a dress or suit complete with stockings and have him naked over me – it is very hard for a man to fuck a living selfish fashion doll and not being allowed to finish, I loooooove this frustration.
I have a simple formalised milking procedure. My husband is milked 3 times a month, usually once a week in the first 3 weeks of the month. He lies tied over a table on his stomach, legs on the floor spread out. I pull his member backwards towards me. It works best if he isn’t too hard so he must help me in this matter. I command him to stay a little soft and I have a little trick that helps here. If his cock is too hard I grip around it and try to force it backward. Then I punch his balls with my other hand, first lightly then harder, eventually his cock will become softer as I increase the force. When it reaches a good state I start to milk it. I force it backwards and wamk his cock with a firm repetitive speed; he must tell me when he is close to orgasm. The moment he comes I let go of my hand. Once it starts to pour out I usually punch his balls a little to incur some pain. Then I grip his member and milk the remains out with slow but forceful milking movements. This works pretty well for me. I have considered prostate milking but I find it is too time consuming. I like the milking ritual to be very business and mechanic like.
What a party we had on June the first! Sitting on the floor in front of me with his hand cuffed behind his back and his member free from chastity, my husband tried frantically to come up with suggestions to enhance his frustration as his five minutes passed away. I teased and squeezed his nipples while he tried to be creative; it was very difficult for him to focus his attention. At some point he made wild circling thrusts with his hips and a VERY erected member while he was moaning in distress and pleasure. To accommodate his eagerness I moved my ballerina clad foot down on his cock, this seemed to increase his thrusting, he literally tried to fuck my shoe but of cause without success, all he could do was to bang his member into a piece of shoe material. I believe that my stimulation of his nipples made it harder for him to focus his mind, he moaned and confessed in a strange mixture but he wasn’t able to come up with much: He was going on about strap-on play and fisting. When his time was up and I declared his suggestions invalid he was tearful – he thought he had lost a month. After a few minutes with utter silence I told him that I would give him a second chance tomorrow, he would get 24 hours to be more inventive and I could see from his facial expression that this was truly appreciated. I did not hesitate to tell him in a sweet teasing voice that he should consider this a very gracious act. Then I pulled up my skirt, spread my legs widely and he moved his mouth toward my crotch and started to service me with great effort.The next day at judgement hour I arranged for the same setup and as I played with his nipples he managed to confess with much more dedication, he had indeed bettered his standard. He was very much turned on by my little confession-frustration session; his suggestion was that I should set up such a weekly event where he must come up with new ways to increase his frustration and my devious control. Secondly he thought it appropriate that I could let him service a female friend of mine, possible take care of her household once a week. As for now I like this idea but I do not know if I can let any of my friends in on our life style, so this idea will wait until an appropriate situation occurs. He had a few more suggestion that I will keep to myself except for the last one: His due release for this evening should just consist of masturbation where he wouldn’t be in physical contact with me. I thought that was a nice self inflicted punishment when he could have opted for a proper fuck, so I agreed to this and told him that I was impressed with his willingness to abstain from selfish behaviour. To add to his little sacrifice I said that we could do it this way: You will sit naked on the floor in this room, to prevent you to move around in the room I chain you leg to a hook, and then I will take off my two logo ballerina shoes and position them 10 feet away from you. I will give you 15 minutes to do your masturbation, if you are able to hit one of the ballerinas with your ejaculation, you will be given 5 days off you next monthly release schedule, if you don’t hit them, I will add 10 days to your schedule. I will not give you any indication of the time, you have to make your own judgement but when the 15 minutes are up, you must stop should you not have finished. And now the final topping, I will leave the room to let you play for yourself. He could have fucked me properly instead he ended up finishing himself off, his only audience being two Chanel ballerina shoes. I found this to be a sweet sacrifice, and apparently so did he - he did indeed manage to smudge the ballerina shoes! A month of male abstinence surely builds up pressure.
On the first of June my husband is due to his monthly release and I have made up a little devilish surprise for him. When we reach the magic time in the evening, I will secure his hand on the back in handcuffs – yes I know, I am sometimes a bit lazy or should we say conservative, I like handcuffs, I will soon try to upload a picture of my preferred type – position him naked on his knees on the floor while I am seated in a chair in front of him.
I will now tell him that he is entitled to his monthly treat and that he can choose what he would like me to wear. I will ask him to remain on the floor while I go and dress according to his wishes. On my return I will pose a little in front of him and take delight in his visual consumption of my body – his soon to be reward. I will sit down in front of him and announce that I have decided that he might have to wait for his release to an unspecified date, unless he is able to satisfy a little whimsical request:
At the moment this is one of my favourite teasing music videos, I think some of you frustrated people out there will love it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj9swNR5-lY
please be sweet to let me know what you think of this video, am I right?
Last night I became turned on by all the thinking I had to put into my descriptions here. It is all a process isn’t it? The more you spell it out the more it moves ahead in a direction. I dressed up in nice minimal white underwear: a relatively new Dutch brand called Marlies Dekkers, a bit like Agent Provocateur but with less ornamentation so to say: suspender belt, panties, 50s beige nylons stockings (bought by my husband, how sweet) and a pair of Yves Saint Laurent high heels with a greenish checker pattern and black pointed leather tip I found in their London Sloane Street shop some years ago at the January sales. I removed the CB3000 form my husband’s private parts and asked him to tie a very tight leather ball stretcher around his sac. Then I laid down on my back in our bed, moved the panties to the side and ordered him to mount me in the missionary position. He dipped nicely in and I told him to fuck me with slow hard thrusting movement – this way every thrust hurts on his balls due to the ball stretcher. In this position I can get my hand around his thigh and squeeze his balls or tap them lightly (or hard for the matter) as he fucks. It is very intense for both of us. He had to resign after two rounds of say five minutes otherwise he would have climaxed – and as we know, this is not permitted; it was not his release date, still six days to go. I ordered him on his back and I tied him spread eagle to the bed. Then I sat on top of him but I didn’t mount him, I just rubbed my panty clad pussy on his member using it to stimulate my clitoris. When I was satisfied with this pleasure I raised, removed my panties and positioned my legs between his face turning towards his legs. I slowly moved my crotch down over his face and he started to lick me with his tongue. In this position I played with his nipples as he performed his duty. I think I sat on his face for quite a while, possibly 15 minutes. Our night exercises was finished. I had to wait a little for his cock to go flat before I could get the CB3000 back on, but he has learned to use all efforts to help in these matters so he never fights against it – his member must go back into my control. I sleep so well after such a treat and I believe that my husband also is a little tired due to his physical performances?
My favourite chastity music is Dannii Minogue, Kylie Minogues little sister. It is a kind of girlie teasing disco style, quite a nuisance, but my husband has learned to associate it with playtime. From my experience it is possible to condition a man in a very exquisite manner through chastity – it reminds me of breeding. Just by putting on a Dannii track like ‘Who do U love’ I can now get his mind to spin around in a profound way. I think music should be used as an affective tool in sexual domination. I hope to be able to provoke a male orgasm at some time just by playing a certain girlie track. At the moment I make music therapy chastity play with my husband: His hands are handcuffed behind his back, his member is out of the CB3000 and I play one of my favourite tracks as I tease and squeeze his nipples, over and over and over again over again. I am sure that I will get him to orgasm just this way sooner or later. My goal is to be able to let him orgasm just by listening to the music track without any manual stimulation. Anyone who dare to bet on this???
At the moment I am especially interested in adventures where I let my husband fuck another woman while I watch. He will of cause not be allowed to reach a climax but I think that it must be a fascinating tour for all parties involved. We could call it controlled unfaithfulness or unfaithfulness in frustration. If anybody have experiences of this sort please let me know. I do have a nice good looking friend that I think would fit the task, at least from an attraction point of view but I haven’t had the courage to let her in on my thoughts. Ahh I don’t know how to do it.
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