I’m Max. My wife and I stumbled into chastity play by necessity. After years of experimenting with others, she realized she prefers sex with women or well-endowed men. Since I don’t fit those categories exactly, our encounters aren’t as frequent as her time with other women. She dislikes intercourse and cum but enjoys S&M, which suits my sexually submissive nature. It’s not all bad because I was allowed mistresses while she had lovers; sometimes these overlapped without either of us feeling deprived. We truly love each other, and after a scare that nearly split us up, we decided to stop having sex outside the marriage. Our life together mostly involved mutual masturbation. She liked it when I fondled her breasts and enjoyed being rough with my nipples and balls. She rarely kisses me because she knows what might have been in my mouth recently. Still, this dynamic fed my submissive side.
It got a bit boring after several years, especially for her. That’s where Chastity play came in; it means less dealing with my penis and allows me to wear panties around the house while serving her. Without the pressure of needing to provide sexual release every week, what little sex we do have is much better. She even gives me oral sometimes because she enjoys seeing how I react.
Her orgasms are more frequent and intense than ever before. I’m enjoying the corporal punishment and the constant feeling of horniness. Chastity has been a good outlet for both of us, bringing us closer together so that neither of us desires outside sex anymore. However, I do miss being cuckolded by my wife’s female lovers rather than men; it felt better because I never cared much for licking clean or what other cuckolds seem to want. Being a chastity slave, wearing panties and lipstick is now my life.
My wife just told me that after dinner she wants me into my panties with the red lipstick she bought for me. The lipstick is new. Instead of watching a movie as planned, I’m expected to give her a full-body massage followed by an hour dedicated solely to her feet, then bathe her and provide several orgasms. Maybe wearing lipstick will make her kiss me more often.
She isn’t strictly a lesbian; she likes sex with men too, but as she says with a smile, the guy needs to be big enough like her dildo and last long enough like her girlfriends did. That’s not quite me, though she enjoys our sex life now since she has no other options right now.:) Since Chastity entered our lives, I am not allowed to masturbate anymore, whether she is present or not. Intercourse is out of the question for now, but she will give me oral on special occasions if I can endure 50 lashes first. The last time I tried, I quit after 30 strokes because she was hitting hard. All I had were bruises and red strap marks all over my backside. She said she wasn’t in the mood to do oral then.
In a few months, it will be one year of chastity play—that’s how long I committed initially. If I agree to continue, we’ll extend the period; otherwise, we return to our somewhat boring routine. Right now, my penis must stay covered at all times unless she performs oral in the dark. When she uses her hand on me, I have to wear thin panties. She hasn’t seen it since we started and likes it that way.
If I agree to continue, she wants to get stricter: no more touching her naughty bits during massages or baths when I’m present. No more oral for me ever again; just edging myself when she teases me and handjobs for any type of orgasm. The part that gives me pause is that all but one orgasm each year will be ruined. It’s either that or get three piercings, which I don’t want to do. I’m also not thrilled by the idea of wearing women’s blouses, panties, and makeup during the day and even when she isn’t home to answer the door.
I really don’t know what I’ll decide yet. If I agree to continue, she is free to take things any level she wants, which scares me a bit. I’m more used to humiliation and abuse happening only during sex sessions rather than all day long. I know this is tame compared to some of you who do it constantly, but to me, it feels scary because I don’t like being dressed like a girl continuously. For me, it’s humiliating rather than desirable.
Sorry for the life story; I just had to get it off my chest.