My wife manages when I touch and rub my penis by always being present during the times she permits. Usually, these moments last only a few seconds. I am permitted to keep myself clean-shaven and must confess any time I touch or play improperly. She hasn’t allowed me to come since June 22nd.
She enjoys having me wear clothes pegs along with two weighted postcard holders in my scrotum. Once or multiple times daily, she asks me to insert them; if I complain, she threatens me with heavy crocodile clips for extended periods. I always comply, though sometimes I request just a ball stretcher and sports band—that’s a 5 cm thick leather strap with studs offering three different circumferences. The smallest size stretches my scrotum tightly, pushing the balls downward. Then I use a tight sports band about 12 cm long that passes over my testicles, allowing me to push my penis through it. This elastic covers and squeezes both together.
She likes taking me shopping while dressed this way or letting me wear them most of the day. More often than not, she prefers the postcard holders combined with four to eight clothes pegs in my sack.
I do chores wearing them: cleaning, making tea, or sometimes massaging her long legs and feet. This causes more pain because I have to sit and bend, but seeing her slender legs while being warned not to touch too close to her buttocks or crotch makes me very drippy. Sometimes the pegs stay in until the chore is complete.
My mistress prefers that I remain seated while wearing these painful devices. She usually tells me to smile rather than overreacting.
After about 30 minutes, she checks if I’ve done what she asked by counting and pulling on the pegs. She’ll release one or two clothes pegs and hold the postcard holders firmly against my balls. She enjoys seeing me in pain; I enjoy her pleasure in using me this way. When we can, she hangs my dribbling, pegged penis outside my trousers while generally ignoring me. When she does speak, it’s to call me a dirty pervert and tell me to stop being so disgusting by dribbling everywhere. She also likes hitting my penis with a cooking spatula or her hand, though she dislikes getting her own hand dirty. Often, I bare my behind for some hard swats.
She has started counting punishment points toward tomorrow’s caning; I currently have 13. I asked her to pause between each hit for a moment. She usually strikes fast and hard.
My mistress loves the feeling of power over me, along with my attention and love. She wants me to wait until August 22nd before attempting an orgasm in her presence. Already, she has warned that she won’t be patient while I try coming. Knowing her well, I’ll likely wear the pegs for a long time first. She takes pleasure in removing them as I attempt release; occasionally, she swats my backside hard during this process.
When my mistress desires an orgasm, sometimes she asks me to insert a finger into her anus and fuck her with more fingers inside her pussy while she masturbates. Her body is beautiful—rounded buttocks and breasts, hourglass waist—and her blonde-pink vulva has very little hair. After climaxing, she doesn’t linger on things but continues what she was doing before.
My hormonal needs don’t interest her much; if I complain, she threatens with more pegs.