Male Chastity Fun, Fun, Fun!

by Sarah on November 8, 2010

Male chastity is fun, fun, fun, that’s all I can say.

Well, OK, I can and do say a lot more, but that little word repeated three times sums it up very nicely at the moment.

Let’s see… we’ve just finished YABP and things are getting back to normal.

Which in SarahSpeak means hubby is coming to bed at less of an outrageously late hour and has the energy and desire to give Sarah the selfless attention she deserves.

It also means I can put more into the Male Chastity Blog and the stuff I’m working on.

Now, this is more than just a facetious comment, because it contains within it an important truth that kind of gets lost (or conveniently ignored by some).

And that is we’re not in a female-led relationship and I’m not a “domme”.

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If it were otherwise, then when John is up to his eyeballs in work, much of which I simply can’t help him with beyond just being there and supportive or doing “donkey work”, I’d be pissy and mad rather than lightening the load and foregoing my womanly pleasures.

Although…  someone actually wrote to me a few days ago asking about the post where I wrote about what a great domme I’d be if I put my mind to it and on reading it a second time after hunting it down, I don’t think I’d change a word of it.

I would be a most wonderfully cruel and imaginative domme. I don’t have any particular leanings towards it, but I confess it would be fun to have carte blanche to do with a man as I saw fit. I expect I could play this game with John, at least to some extent, but he’s not a sub so he’d have to try really hard to play the game; and, more im

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portant, since I don’t find sub men in the least attractive, it would ruin the hanky panky afterwards.

And this, of course, is why John and I toss the idea of the “Hell’s Gate” thing around from time to time.

It could happen, you know.

But, that aside…

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And you can make of it what you will.

Now John has returned from his little bubble of mad activity and is once more sharing the planet with the rest of us, it feels like there’s some catching up to be done.

Coincidentally, our old Lori is back with the Lady herself, and our new one should be with us soon. We’ve gone for a modified #2C, something with smaller spikes on the ring.

And I confess… that full year of male chastity and orgasm denial is starting to look mightily attractive again (not helped by the fact DH emailed me today and told me he and his lady have agreed on a full year themselves, and they started on November 1st. Hats off to them, please. I know from experience, that kind of commitment to male chastity takes determination and courage on both sides).

So, those three things together all mean Mr John is in for some very tough times ahead. Lots of tease and denial and then pleasure for me. I’m sorely tempted to cane his sexy arse, but I won’t go that far.

Regardless: it starts tonight.

Because for the first time in a week or so I’m going to take him out of that belt, tie him down on the bed and take him right to the edge until he’s about ready to pop. And then I’ll let him back down… before I take him all the way there again… and again… and again.

By the time I’m done, six or seven times to the edge, he won’t even be able to think, let alone speak.

And then it’ll be my turn… he has a wonderful tongue and I’m going to ride his face until I scream.

Thank God we live in the middle of a field… male chastity is many things, but quiet isn’t one of them.

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