We’ve dabbled in a Female-led dynamic for years, though usually only briefly. The same goes for being locked up; after just a few days, I’d get to release and then life would return to normal. My best stretch was fifteen days inside the CB-3000, which stood as one of the hardest challenges I’ve ever faced.
I’ve been browsing this site for several weeks now. It has helped me gradually understand more clearly just what I truly am. Last week, we started discussing again putting myself back under Her control. On November 28th, I freely and willingly surrendered to Her and was locked once more.
My wife is exceptional. She knows exactly what I need and want, and which buttons to push. And let’s be honest for a moment: a slave like me craves this stuff deeply. I have set it as my personal challenge not to complain, whine, or beg for release. Last week, she made her terms very clear, and I readily agreed that She dictates the rules.
I asked for more control and direction from Her. There is a new set of guidelines I must follow. My online time is limited, and I am forbidden from clearing the “History” on the computer. I have to go to bed at a specific hour. I will stay locked much longer than my previous two-week record. No orgasm without Her permission, even when I’m unlocked and making love to her.
I’ve asked for more corporal punishment, harder hits, and She has delivered nicely. Last night, after quite the paddling that had me screaming and in tears, she allowed me to pleasure Her with my fingers and mouth. She came so hard it made me wonder if the beating earlier helped Her reach a deeper orgasm than usual. Those words just melted me further into Her world. She also mentioned I am becoming a better slave for her. It seems She might enjoy giving me good beatings simply to heighten Her own pleasure.
Just amazing!
I am more than committed to Her. She knows damn well that this is truly what I need and desperately want to live a happier, fuller life. It isn’t about my needs; I know that. But I need to suffer for her. I need the agony of the cane, and her vicious little rubber paddle. I need the helplessness of being tightly bound from above and whipped mercilessly. I need slaps against my sore, swollen balls. I need control. I need to serve Her, fulfilling both Her needs and wants. It really does feel right, giving up my pleasure for her.
I need Her.
I still have some personal time allowed. Usually, I sit back and reflect on my situation and where we are going. I fully expect She (if I may say so) will deepen and expand my slavery in the future. I am no sissy; she has put me into panties before. She hinted that this might become a regular part of my life, which intrigues me.
She checks on me here regularly, and I know She is reading this. She knows these aren’t the words of a desperately horny slave desperate for release. These are words of Love and commitment to Her.
I love you honey, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.