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Mental Chastity True Story F M FemdomMy wife thinks chastity devices are silly, and should not be necessary, so I have to exercise my will power instead. No offense for those that use them. Fortunately, she only makes me wait a week, from one weekend to another, with three weeks being the longest ever. She does not want to deprive herself and likes it when I cum in her. You guys that have to go longer than that on a regular basis have my sympathy. I think some women don't really care that much about penetration, from what I've read, so their men are going to have a lot harder time of it. I consider myself very lucky that she is not one of those.
The way she controls me started when we were dating. Often times we only got together on weekends, or only an hour or so during the week for a quickie, then she had to get home. She knew I jerked off on other days and I would call her while doing it most of the time. We had phone sex and then would say goodnight. After one hot weekend of sex, she asked me to not cum all week and kept emphasizing how important it was to comply, in order for her plans to work the following weekend. She also told me that if I had any accidents or didn't comply, to tell her honestly. This sounded kind of exciting to know she was planning some kind of kinky weekend, or so I hoped. I held off all week which wasn't that hard and she spent all weekend with me. She teased me through Saturday and I was really on edge, but enjoying it. Saturday night she told me I could cum Sunday morning and I would be glad I waited because it would be the start of some changes she wanted to make. At that time, I really had no idea where this was headed, but I was excited and only thinking with the small head, so I heard what I wanted and didn't pay much attention to the "changes" part.
Sunday morning came, and we played in bed for a long time without me cumming, but still having a great, sexy time with her getting off as much as she wanted. I even penetrated her for a little while, but had to pull out abruptly at her command, far short of cumming. Luckily for me she gets off very quickly. She dismissed me just as quickly when she had enough. When the big moment finally came I was a little disappointed when she told me to stand in front of bed facing her and jerk off. She started this off with her famous "now shhhh, don't say a word, I want you to..." which is my signal to do what I'm told without protest or question. Once I see her finger go to her lips and hear that "shhh" I know that something is coming next, and I better listen up. So I started stroking myself standing up which always makes me feel silly and a little humiliated, unlike when I am on my back in bed. Once I started, she told me to tell her when I was getting close, but not cum without her permission, which wasn't at all unusual. I pretty much always have to ask to cum, now matter how it happens.
After a week and all that sexy teasing, I was ready pretty quickly and warned her after only a few minutes. She left the room and came back with a small plastic tube she got from my pool tester, handed it to me, and told me I was allowed to finish and to catch it all in the tube. She stressed the importance of not missing a drop, and filling the tube with as much as possible. She said she wanted to see what a weeks worth looks like and will be very proud of me if I can fill it as much as possible. After a week and a day of not cumming I was hoping for something a little more pleasant than jerking off, but I did as I was told and I truly wanted to please her. If filling this tube with as much as I could squeeze out will make her happy, then I was happy to do it. I was getting used to her strange requests by then so I was glad to be given this simple task that I knew I could accomplish. In the back of my mind I also feared what she had planned next, now remembering that word, changes. At very least I figured I would be drinking it down like she made me do before but I didn't think it would go any further. Little did I know what was in store.
When I was finished, she seemed very pleased and held the tube up to let me see how much I had filled it, telling me how proud she was of me, smiling and making a big deal of it. So I was pleased to that I was able to make her so happy although it was more like going to the doctor and giving a urine specimen than it was a sexual turn-on. Then she scratched a line at that level with a kitchen knife and again showed me how much I had produced like it was supposed to be significant to me. She said, "from now on, I don't want you to ever cum without my permission which means no jerking off when I'm not around, and this is how I will enforce it. Whenever I say, you will wait a week and then fill this tube to the mark. If you don't hit the mark, you will be punished and have to go another two weeks. You don't want to go two weeks, so I expect you will obey. One week isn't asking very much of you." I agreed (like I had a choice) that one week is not that big of a sacrifice. I'm sure some of you guys in long-term chastity think I am a real wuss for making a big deal of a week. I don't know how you guys do it.
So during the very first week we played this, she called me at work and asked how I was doing. It was Wednesday and I was pretty horny. It seemed more difficult this time than the week before when I didn't know what was going on. When I got home from work, she called to say she was dropping for a quick visit on her way home. I didn't expect to see her until the weekend, so this was a nice surprise. And to add to my surprise, we had quick sex and I was allowed to cum. It was a little confusing to me but I figured she couldn't hold out and I sure wasn't going to complain. She after that while we are laying together for only about a minute afterwards, she played with my head once again, telling me I didn't have permission to cum. Then she told me to lay across the bed and she paddled my ass with her high-heel shoe before she left, but it wasn't a real punishment spanking. It hurt all the same but she was just amusing herself. She knows it is harder on me to take a spanking after sex than before.
Later that night she called to say goodnight and tell me to read my e-mail before going to bed. Her e-mail said that since I could not hold out and got off without permission, I would have to go through the coming weekend and following whole week into the next weekend because I couldn't wait, and to expect a real punishment spanking during that time for making her wait. I couldn't wait? That was so unfair of her and I couldn't believe what I was reading. She then said to write her a thank you note for her not making me wait two whole weeks, (only 1-1/2) as per the rules. So now I had to go 10 days, thank her for it, and still getting punished because she wanted sex and couldn't wait.
As it happened, she teased me a lot that weekend but I was allowed to cum in her once again, although I did have to clean it up that time which I was starting to get used to. I am lucky that she is the one who can't hold out and has to have penetration. So I really only had to go one week, to the next weekend. Of course, I still got spanked hard on Sunday before we parted and again, she accused ME of not waiting and threatened to make me go the whole two weeks. So I wasn't really deprived, but I never knew if was going to be allowed, or not, or for how long and that is how it still is today. Believe me, I don't make the mistake of asking either. That is another story for another time. By the way, I only had to go a week, not two.
By the next weekend, I was hoping she would give in again and have sex with me. My heart sank when she produced the tube from her purse to prove I behaved, and luckily I hit the mark. I drank lots of water leading up to the weekend, just in case, and I think that helped. She has played this game with me ever since that time and it works as a chastity device, regardless of how long she wants me to wait. The way it works is that I can't cheat because I never know when, or if I will be checked. One time she made me go through the weekend - actually, she couldn't see me that weekend - then said I had to wait until next weekend, my first full two weeks. My heart sank but then I figured I could probably cheat and get off, since it would still be a week before I had to prove it. I only needed a week to hit the mark, not two, so no sense waiting two whole weeks. Good thing I didn't cheat because after the first weekend, she decided to pay me a little visit on Monday. I should have expected as much.
She called on her way home from work that Monday night to say she was coming over, but gave no clue as to what we would be doing, so I was ready for anything. She called again when she was five minutes away and told me to get naked, lay out the paddle and bath brush on the bed, get the tube she left with me and stand in the usual spot by the bed and start jerking off, but not to cum of course. She asked if I understood all that, then said "good" and hung up. I felt so lucky that I did not cheat the night before as planned. Imagine if I had only produced one day's worth. I don't want to imagine it.
She called another five minutes later to say she was stopping to get a Coke and would be right there, then asked if I was still stroking it and to make sure the door is unlocked. Ahhhh, she is such a tease! I asked if she would buy me a coke also and she quickly said, "you won't be needing one." Now what the hell did that mean? I heard my door open and her walk in, but I still felt a little tense waiting for the bedroom door to open, not 100% positive it was her. The second she walked in she looked down at my hand going at it and she was all smiles. Standing there in her sexy work clothes; skirt, heels and dark hose covering her long legs, I wanted her so badly and hoped she would walk over and help me out or forget this nonsense and let me make love to her. But she just stood there out of reach and giggled her sexy giggle. I felt silly, submissive, and a little humiliated standing there naked, hard cock in one hand and the dreaded tube in the other. She didn't even kiss me hello but just sat down on the bed and told me to go ahead and finish, so I did.
She giggled again when I was done and put out her hand for the tube, giving me her devious smile that told me something was going on in that pretty head of hers. I handed it to her to check and with an extra day, I easily hit the mark. She smiled, made a bid deal of congratulating me, then said "good boy, now open up" in her sweetest, sexy voice and held it to my lips. I still wanted her so bad and now when was standing right against my naked body, and I sniffed in her perfume. I did the obedient thing and tilted my head back, opened my mouth to let her pour it in and had to wait only a few seconds for her to say, "now stand right there and let me see you swallow it." That was a big relief too because if she made me hold it in my mouth, it meant a paddling was likely to follow, as I will explain. I shouldn't have had a paddling coming since I did everything I was asked and produced over the mark. Right after cumming, swallowing this was the last thing in the world I wanted to do, but it was better than her punishment for sure and it wasn't the first time, so I was learning to deal with it. What I really wanted to do then was give her a big hug and hopefully try to seduce her, but that was not to happen.
Once I swallowed she let out another giggle and said, "good boy" in kind of a dismissive tone, then kissed me on the cheek and took a drink of her Coke without offering me any. She held a finger to her lips and said, "shhhh, now stay right there and don't make a sound," as she turned around, and walked out the door. I expected her to come back but next thing I heard was my front door open and close, and her car droving away. That was so typical of her, always surprising me in some sweet, but cruel way. As bad as that was, had I jerked off over the weekend, thinking I had a whole week to store up again, I would have been in real trouble and my punishment would have been a lot worse, on top of what I had to do. So I felt kind of foolish standing there naked, spent, and with that taste in my mouth, knowing my hot girlfriend was probably laughing the whole way home thinking about how much control she was gaining over me, and how I was letting her do it without protest. But I was also proud that I was able to show her I had enough discipline to do what she asked, and at least I got my relief and with her full permission. I also felt lucky to be putting away the paddles without them being used on me. That would not have been a fun spanking at all.
This is a very simple, and clever method she devised and still uses it now that we are married, going on ten years now, but only about once a month. In the mean time, I am not allowed to jerk off or ever cum without permission, and no chastity device is required. She has taught me to use discipline instead. Even when she makes me wait a week, she doesn't usually require a measurement but prefers that I cum in her, although I can never be sure of anything. She likes to deny me, but isn't about to deny herself. At the same time, she maintains the sexual excitement between us by always keeping me guessing. I can never be sure so I don't ever cheat.
On one of those occasions when we had sex after a week instead of the damn tube, she told me she wanted to see how much I came. I didn't know how we were going to do that but of course she had an idea. She told me to clean her up and hold it all in my mouth, then spit it into the empty glass on the nightstand so she could see it. She seemed pleased, not that it really mattered. I knew she was just messing with my head in another way. Adding to my tension after that is she didn't tell me to drink it back down again. So as it just sat there, I feared she would tell me later when it was cold and really gross. So for the next hour or so that was really bothering me, but I got lucky and she never said anything.
I have come up short of the mark maybe 5 or 6 times over the years now, but not by much. Only once because I cheated and didn't tell her, which made her very mad. My ass paid the price for the next two weeks and I never cheated again. The second time, I had been good but I just couldn't hit the same line, even though it had been a whole week. She punished me anyway and said maybe I needed 2 weeks from now on if I was coming up short. That really scared me but she didn't go through with it. Instead, she gives me a week to "measure up" but it is up to me if I need longer. But if say I do need more time, I can't just wait another day or two. I have to commit to another whole week. It can be difficult too because sometimes her week is only 6 days, not 7. So all I can do is make sure I am well hydrated which I've heard makes a difference.
She said the line on the tube will always be the deciding factor. If I don't hit it, I get a hard paddling while restrained until my ass is covered in bruises. So now, when she lets me cum, she asks if I really want to go through with it, or wait another week to make sure I hit the line. So far, I have taken my chances and usually gotten lucky, but not always. Sometimes I just barely hit it, or she lets me slide if I am just a hair short. Sometimes I wonder if she is hoping I fall short, just so she can punish me. But she can do that any time without reason, so maybe not.
Either way, I don't like it when she brings out the tube, but I know better than to complain. I've really come to hate the sight of the thing. Other times I am horny enough that I welcome her pulling it out because at least it means I am will get relief by my own hand right then, instead of waiting yet another day. One time when we were out at dinner I found the tube on the table when I returned from the bathroom. I looked at her in shock thinking she wanted a sample at the restaurant but right way she said, "as soon as we get home, you know what to do." She loved scaring me like that.
My "reward" for hitting the mark? Besides more sexy fun and usually getting to cum a second time, I am "allowed" to drink it down right away, on her command. Some reward but far better than the punishment she has devised. After the second time I didn't hit it, she came up with this punishment. She marked the spot on the tube that I did hit with a marker. Then she poured it into my mouth telling me I dare not swallow any of it. I had to hold it in my mouth while she paddled me hard which meant I couldn't cry out and had to concentrate on not swallowing. That is a lot harder than it sounds.
If filling a tube after a week is a form of mental chastity, this was a form of mental gagging that works quite well. No chastity device required and no gag required in our house. I've gotten used to swallowing it down. I don't like it, but the taste isn't too bad and it mostly goes away as soon as I take a drink. I hate the consistency of it more than the taste. When I have to hold it in my mouth the whole time she is beating my ass, that is a different story and a true punishment.
When she is done making my ass red and bruised, I have to spit it back into the tube and hit the same mark. As a final humiliation - reward she calls it - I get to drink it down again and swallow it when she says I can. Then I am not allowed to drink anything else or rinse out my mouth until she gives permission, usually a few hours or after the end of a TV show or movie. During that time, she teases me, asking me how it tastes and to describe it, or telling me I have cum breath, or dick breath while she laughs at me. She came up with this after calculating how many times she has had it in her mouth, including before the met me. By the way, that is a fun little conversation to have with your women, if you never had the pleasure. She said it is only fair that I should know that taste for the same amount of cumulative time that she has and I had a lot of catching up to do. So to make up for lost time, I had to keep the taste in my mouth to really appreciate what all women go through. Or used to go through in her case. She can be so cruel at times, but I love her so much.
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