A New Star Is Born

It has been a momentous month for us. Although we have been slowly and surely moving in the direction I've wanted to go, it seemed like it would always be a slow process of evolution - two steps forward, one step back. Not so. To my surprise and delight, my wife has taken us the rest of the way all in one fell swoop. I'm still a little breathless and excited by the sudden acceleration into the land of the Wife Led Marriage with my wife exercising complete control over my orgasms.

I am something of an astronomy buff, so the imagery that comes to mind is of cosmic gas and dust slowly accumulating, condensing, gaining mass and gravity, and with the increase in gravity the increase in mass accelerates, more mass - more gravity until suddenly there is enough gravitational pressure and heat that nuclear fusion suddenly occurs and boom - what was once just a formless cloud of gas and dust suddenly ignites into a brilliant star, radiating heat and light, dominating its surroundings; surroundings will never be the same again.

Like the birth of a new star, my wife reached "critical WLM mass" and ignited, accelerating us into a fully formed Wife Led Marriage with male chastity playing a central part in establishing and supporting her leading role.

The sequence of events began two days before Thanksgiving (a most aptly named holiday that now carries an entirely different meaning for me). We were leaving the next day for a drive up the coast to a nice hotel on the beach where we would stay while visiting relatives for the holiday dinner. It had been three weeks since my last orgasm which was at the edge (so to speak) of my longest previous chaste period. Moreover, I had been almost continuously in my Queens Keep chastity device during that time, coming out once a week for fifteen minutes or so for a thorough cleaning and then going right back into it.

My wife had already let me know the week before that I would not be coming before our holiday vacation and I was fairly sure she would not change her mind. She loves hotel sex - there is something about hotels that really turns her loose. I also knew that with our child staying with relatives during our visit, we would have the hotel to ourselves for four days. I was bursting with heated anticipation - especially since she had already informed me that she wanted me to leave the device home when we left. I was not to wear it during our vacation. I couldn't believe my good luck. No device, a beachside hotel for four days with my wife who becomes a wanton sex maniac with a little vodka (of which I planned to pack a good supply) and an empty hotel room.

Tuesday evening, the night before we were leaving, was a scheduled drawing night. Every third night we set time aside to draw a marble from a sack - black or white, which determined when I would next be allowed to come. We also used that time together to cuddle, talk and, if I was lucky, to receive some tease and denial. Well, my wife disposed of whatever feint hope I might have had at being allowed to come early by simply declaring at the outset that the drawing was a black marble (she is within her right to just decide on the color without doing a drawing). She giggled though as we cuddled and kissed. Then, the giggling stopped and she told me in a low, husky voice to get out of my shorts and tee shirt.

As I stripped down, she removed her own shorts and top, leaving her bra and panties on. She motioned for me to lay down on my back and slipped a pillow under my hips. She straddled my waist and then slowly leaned down until her lips just brushed mine. I tried to reach her lips by starting to sit up but she pulled back and put her hands on my shoulders pushing me back down. Playfully, I reached up and cupped her bra covered breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Not tonight honey," she said taking me by the wrists and removing my hands from her.
"Your hands go here," she said, putting them on top of my head.
"If you move them, everything stops. Just lie there and relax. Tonight, I'm giving and you're receiving. Enjoy it."

I was already aroused, straining at the limits the metal Queens Keep was imposing on my shaft. I watched as my wife poured some silicon lube in her palm and began massaging me around the outside of the metal ring surrounding my genitals. Sitting on my knees and upper thighs with her legs bent at a right angle, feet flat on the mattress on either side of my torso, she bent over and slowly massaged me, gently gripping my balls and rolling them around her lube-slicked fingers then drawing her fingers down to my perineum and pressing into the sensitive tissue, feeling for the hardened area of my prostate that she knows will trigger a reaction from me. I jumped when she found it, moaning loudly as the pleasure vibrations expanded outward from my groan.

After three weeks of chastity, I was incredibly sensitive to her touch and she knew it. Her fingers rubbed, prodded and caressed every part of my genitals and surrounding area, inserting her fingertips through the bars of my cage and barely grazing the ultra sensitive head and frenum. Gently, she fingered my balls, taking each one in the fingers of a hand and rolling them around before slowly tightening her grip a bit pulling on them, downward at first and then apart. She watched me closely as she did this. It was the closest thing to CBT she had ever engaged in. I didn't want to discourage her so I focused on her beautiful body and ignored the pain.

By now, I was as engorged and erect as my steel Queens Keep device would permit. The loose skin of my shaft bulged out of every opening in the cage; the engorged head bulged through the front bars. She switched her grip, shifting my well lubed balls to one hand while gripping the bottom of my caged shaft with the other. Slowly she pushed and pulled the shaft, forward and back, left and right, like a driver testing a floor mounted gear shaft. As she did so, she tugged my balls in the opposite direction. Where she learned this trick I had no idea - she had never done anything like it before, but every "shift and tug" sent powerful vibrations of pleasure through me.

At one point, she turned her hand that was gripping my balls, twisting them a bit and then digging the knuckles on the back of her hand into my prostate engorged perineum. That triggered a kind of mini-orgasm or prostate orgasm because I felt a brief but intense explosion of pleasure and contractions deep inside my perineum. My hips involuntarily bucked up almost tossing her off of me. I cried out in pleasure but it was over almost as soon as it began. There was no ejaculation and no spasms of pleasure in my shaft but there was a definite increase of fluid seeping from the tip of my penis. I don't know what it was but I sure want to do that again.

Watching me react to her touch really got her going. She let go of my stuff and slid up my body until she was seated on my upper chest. She reached over behind me to the night stand, grabbed her trusty wand vibrator and clicked it on. She reacted to the first touch of the buzzing head to her wet slit as though an electric shock passed through, stiffening immediately then throwing her head back as a loud "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" exploded from her throat. She raised herself up on her knees which put her slit right over my face as she pressed the vibrator into it.

I was completely lost in the incredibly erotic, arousing scene. I was so engorged that the steel cage was embedded into the flesh of my dick but I felt no pain (only later did I see the resultant cross-hatch of red lines and bruises on my shaft that preserved the insane level of arousal I was at), only a tightness that my brain interpreted as pleasure. I remember focusing on that wet, dripping slit above me, the lips totally engorged and spread open, the button of her clit coral pink and glistening at the top. The rest of her beautiful body rose up above me, the curving underside of her breasts the only part of her visible at the top, the arch of her back and upward tilt of her head hiding her face.

I was totally in the moment, absorbing every sight, sound, smell and touch. I even got an occasional taste of her as I reached up with the tip of my tongue and found the bottom of her slit when she came into range. I watched the inner lips of her labia quiver and spasm as the vibrator ignited a continuing wave of pleasure in her groin that seemed to have no end. Her thighs shook and quivered uncontrollably as the spasms of orgasmic pleasure shook to the core. Several times her legs gave out and she collapsed back on my chest only to rise up again and continue. I don't know how long this went on - there was no sense of time for me. It was a kind of continuous series of "now" moments.

Eventually, she collapsed with a loud moan, whispering feverishly "I can't take it any more - can't take it anymore." She fell forward on top of me, her dripping pussy pressed into my chin, the rest of her torso draped over me. I felt the wetness of her belly on my face. I licked her and tasted the salt of her perspiration. I could hardly breathe but I didn't want to disturb the moment. I was in a place of peace and satisfaction that I never wanted to leave.

After a while, when our breathing slowed down and we returned to some semblance of reality, she rose up a bit and slid down me until her face was right above mine, then she kissed me passionately, in a way that transcended sexual passion alone. It seemed to somehow encompass our entire relationship - especially the special one we have had in the last year. I kissed her back with equal passion. I was close to tears as the utter sense of happiness and well-being flooded through me.

With a deep sigh of contentment, she rolled off of me and cuddled up beside me. I responded automatically by turning on my side facing away from her - when we spoon now she likes to be the "outer spoon." She slid her arm over my hip and across my belly, hugging me tightly, pulling me into her. Lazily, she grazed my belly with her nails a few times before continuing the light grazing on my inner thigh. She continued this for a few minutes, my body loving the attention and the feel of her curled around me.

"You know hon," she began, " I don't think we need the marble game anymore to decide when it's time for you to cum."

"Yes," I agreed, " you seem to be okay with deciding it yourself - you have been for the last month or so."

"It's fun, I mean really fun getting you all excited and then telling you no. There's a part of me that still feels a little guilty about it," she said, pausing a few moments; "but that part is getting smaller."

I looked over my shoulder and saw that she was smiling, her eyes closed with a relaxed, dreamy look on her face. She continued to graze my inner thighs with her nails, moving closer to my still trapped genitals as she ran her fingernail lightly up and down the crease between my thigh and groin.

"Yes, I know - I can feel that you're okay with it now."

"I still don't understand why you like it - it would drive me crazy, but I guess I don't have to understand it."

"No," I said, continuing her thought, "I guess we'll never understand why certain things are important to each of us. It's enough to know that they are important."

We snuggled together, her fingers drifting to the metal ring around my genitals as I continued:

"Is there anything else you want to change? You have the power, you know, to change anything you want to."

There was a long pause and then in a low, soft voice she said:

"Well, the coupons, you know - the love coupons. I don't seem to need them anymore."
[Note: the "love coupons" are slips of paper I had been giving my wife after every tease and denial session with a pre-printed message saying I was giving her 2 hours of free time to use however and whenever she wanted to use it. Usually, I gave it to her inside a special card with a handwritten message telling her how much she meant to me.]

"No, I guess not. You can take time whenever you want it now. But I still want to give you some sort of gift of appreciation when you do that for me. Most of the time, you don't want me to arouse or tease you while you are teasing me. Is there something else I can do for you?"


[Note: When we adopted and incorporated the Female Lead Relationship into our marriage, I just naturally took over whatever chores she had been doing. It was not something we discussed. I often felt an almost overwhelming need to do things for her, especially when I had been chaste for awhile, so I began doing the chores she had always done. Other than an occasional "thank you," she said nothing more about it one way or the other.]

There was another long pause as her fingers slid over and cupped my balls, then slowly and gently massaged them as her gentle voice continued:

"Well, cash always works," she said with a soft, almost girlish giggle. "I mean you wouldn't be paying me for it but if you want to show your appreciation - not that you have to - but if you do, you can give me cash instead of a coupon."

"Cash huh?" I said surprised and a little bemused.

"It doesn't have to be all the time. Just, you know, when you want to - when you really want to show your appreciation. It will never be expected by me and I'll never say anything if you don't."

"That's a very interesting idea," I said, stalling for time as I tried to gather my thoughts on it.

"It's not too weird is it? It's not paying me for sex or anything like that. It's just something I thought of - if you think it's too weird, just say so."

"No, it's not too weird - not at all. The more I think about it, the better I like it. I think it's a great idea. Let's do it. But, the money won't come from household money or joint money - only from my own spending money or it won't mean anything."

[Note: We have never had money issues. One way we have avoided it is by having most of our money in joint accounts or investments, but reserving some for each of us to use as we wish in which neither of us is accountable to the other for how we spend it. As things evolved, since she works outside the home and has more personal expenses, her individual spending money has been about twice what mine has been. The disparity has never been an issue for me.]

Later that evening, I wrote her note on one of the special note cards I had printed up. On the cover of the folding note card is a picture of the famous Edward Blair Leighton painting, "The Accolade." Pre-printed to the right of the picture, in fancy script, is the message: "To Milady B., In Devoted Service, From Your Husband K. I wrote telling her how much it meant to me that she was fully committed to our new lifestyle and how wonderful it was that she was contributing creative ideas to it. I also slipped in a crisp, new C-note from my stash of unspent personal cash - a token of my appreciation.

That evening, before we went to bed, my wife came over and gave me an excited, passionate hug and kiss. She had found the envelope with the C-note I had left on her night stand. In bed, with the lights out, we talked for a long time. I found out that the money thing was actually a long and tightly held fantasy of hers - the first she had ever shared with me in almost twenty years of marriage.

She had long had the fantasy of a lover leaving packet of cash for her - a kind of high priced call girl fantasy. We talked about exploring that - maybe acting it out with me meeting her at a hotel bar and taking her up to my room. We even came up with some possible names for us, Giselle and Alan. It was enough to make my still trapped member swell in anticipation.

I will stop here and get this blog entry out. It has been two months - far longer than usual between my posts. So much has happened, so much has changed. I will be posting more over the next two weeks. At least one post will describe what happened in the week after that fateful night and another will be devoted to our new agreement, "Our Understanding."

I am as happy as a late middle-aged man can be. The vision I have had for so many years is coming to pass. My wife now often uses the phrase: "Be Careful What You Wish For," after teasing and denying me. Whenever she does, I silently say to myself, "I have been . . . I have been."

I turned over and kissed her deeply, holding her cheek in my hand. Her hand gently holding and caressing my balls, her warm tongue invading my mouth. We completed each other. We were as one.

Wife Led and Chaste - A Transforming Experience For Us Both

I can't believe that October is gone along with the first third of November. I don't know why but time seems to be speeding up. Perhaps because each new increment of time comprises a decreasing percentage of my entire life. Not much I can do about it, so on with my next blog entry.


First, a little old business. In my last blog entry, I mentioned a small envelope I used to carry my safety key and described a special stamp I had made up to cover the seal and ensure that the envelope had not been tampered with. Below is a photo of the envelope with the seal. I think the seal is a very effective reinforcement of my wife's control and authority - for her as well as for me. I took the photo before applying the tape covering the edges of both the top and bottom flap to allow a clearer picture of the design. The date of my last orgasm is also written on the envelope edge before the tape is applied. I show her the sealed envelope at least every three days before we do a drawing.

A process of normalization has continued for the last six weeks. The Wife Led Relationship and the accompanying and complementary male chastity lifestyle has increasingly entered the mainstream of our life. Things that required prompting by me in the past now seem to happen quite naturally and, to my delight, often as a surprise to me. My wife has become increasingly comfortable with my taking over more of the household chores. In the past, if I started doing the laundry, my wife would take it over - perceiving it as a hint from me that the laundry was overdue and she was not keeping up with her end of our divided domestic chores. Now, she is quite comfortable letting me do the laundry, often tossing in some additional items as I'm carrying the hampers to the washing machines. Making the beds, changing the bed linens and towels, washing, drying and folding them is now pretty much on my side of the domestic chore ledger. There is now a silent expectation that I will do it each week.

These new domestic chores have joined my other ones which included food shopping, meal planning and preparation, trash collection and removal and of course all manner of home repair and maintenance. The funny thing is, I enjoy doing these things for my wife, for us. I work full time at home so the domestic chores actually provide both a mental and physical break. My wife works part-time, four days a week, for about four hours in the morning. Although her work is not physically difficult, it can be stressful. I get a tremendous feeling of satisfaction from seeing her smile when she comes home and sees the household chores are done; the home neat and clean.

There is no question that chastity has played a large part in developing my powerful feelings of devotion to and desire to serve my wife. The biochemistry of those feelings was explained in detail in my August, 2010, blog entry, "Male Chastity - Pleasure and Devotion, the Science Behind It." Yet knowing and understanding the science behind it does not alter the powerful effect it has had on me. It has changed me as a husband, a lover and a friend. My wife has seen and experienced this change on a day to day basis. That experience of positive change is worth more than all the words of explanation I can provide about the effects of male chastity. The change has rippled through our marriage and, like a wave reflecting off a wall, changed my wife as well. It has transformed us both.

The change in our relationship goes well beyond the division of domestic chores. Our written "Understanding" gives her the power to make final decisions on all matters that affect us when we cannot agree on a course of action. At first, she was very hesitant to use that authority, not really believing it existed, or if it did, that it would cause trouble between us if she exercised that authority. Throughout most of our marriage, the time prior to this "Understanding," our disagreements on issues would go on for months, often flaring into sharp words and raised voices on totally unrelated issues because of the ongoing animosity. This happened because neither of us had the final authority on anything.

Although it has taken both of us a while to adjust to this new authority arrangement, we have and it has made us both very happy. My wife now confidently asserts that final authority whenever our differences on an issue cannot be resolved. It is remarkable, breathtaking really, how quickly disagreements are resolved, and, in hindsight, how unimportant nearly all of these issues are in the grand scheme of things.

A recent example illustrates the point. We moved into a new home several months ago and of course not all of our things from our old house fit in our new house. One item that became an issue was a portable microwave oven. In both our old house and our new house we had a built-in microwave but I bought a portable, stand alone model because I often felt I needed a second oven to keep dishes warm while other dishes were being prepared. I did the cooking so I made that judgment. It wasn't a problem in the old house. It had plenty of counter space so it could be placed out of the way. Well, the kitchen in the new house is arranged differently and there really wasn't a good place to put it. I put it on a counter, but I had to admit it really didn't look good there and it took up a lot of food preparation space.

My wife didn't like it there. She dropped a few subtle hints that maybe we didn't need it, even bringing in a decorator friend of hers to remark that it really was an eyesore. I pretty much ignored the hints convincing myself that, like the old house and old times, as the chief meal preparer, I decided what appliances I needed and where they were placed. This went back and forth for a couple of weeks before my wife finally decided that it was time to stop being subtle. I wasn't taking the hint.

One morning she just came right out and said she didn't want the microwave there and since it couldn't go anywhere else, should be removed and stored in the garage. My first reaction was to get a little huffy - "okay, then you do the cooking." But my wife just smiled, embraced me and then whispered sweetly in my ear "remember our understanding dear." The whisper was accompanied by a gentle massage of my genitals, locked away in my chastity device but always eager for attention. I had told her before that ever I didn't react well to a final decision of hers, she should do exactly that - remind me of our understanding and massage my genitals while doing so.

I'd like to say that I immediately saw the error of my ways and raced to get the offending microwave out of sight. But I didn't. I just smiled back and hugged her. There was no dropping to the floor to kiss her toes or anything like that but in that quiet instant of that hug, we both knew that the final decision had been made. Nothing more needed to be said. When she went out later to run some errands, I removed the microwave and put it in the garage. When she returned, she didn't say anything about it. A couple of hours later I mentioned that the microwave was gone. Of course, she knew it was gone, she was just being tactful not mentioning it. She just gave me a quick hug and a kiss as we often do when passing each other in the house, and a quiet "thanks hon." That was it. The new system worked perfectly.

It sounds like a small thing - and it was. That is precisely the point. It was a small thing. But it was exactly the sort of thing that, in the past, we would have bickered over for weeks or months with no resolution and growing animosity. My male ego would never have permitted that intrusion in my domain and certainly never would have admitted that I might be wrong. Of course, I was wrong. I haven't needed that second microwave once in the several months since I removed it. It does require that I be a little more careful about the timing of meal courses and side dishes but I should have been doing that anyway. Freshly prepared food tastes much better than food kept warm in a microwave.

The microwave was one of a dozen or more things that my wife has exercised her final authority over in the last few months. Moving into a new house meant lots of decisions and, like any two people, even two people who love and respect each other, we don't always agree. In the past, those decision disputes would have generated animosity that would have lasted for months. Since neither of us had final authority, it would have paralyzed our ability to act and our relationship itself. We would have been emotionally estranged from each other. Our relationship would have been damaged - not fatally, but damaged nonetheless. I look back at the past in both astonishment and regret at the cumulative months and years we spent bickering over things that were so much less important than our relationship; than the love and pleasure we could and now do give each other.

Obviously, this system is not for everybody. My wife has the wisdom, judgment and maturity to exercise this authority. And I have the knowledge, the insight, to understand that this gift is really being made to us as a couple. It is bold statement that no decision about things in our relationship is more important than the relationship itself. Our relationship is a treasure to be preserved and protected against all dangers that may damage it. Our time together is limited. We have no time to waste bickering about microwaves, curtains, vacation spots, in-laws or any of the dozens, nay hundreds of things we have bickered over in the past. Not a single issue could hold a candle to the power of the pleasure and satisfaction we have felt in the last year.

I began this blog entry talking about a process of normalization with respect to the Wife Led part of our relationship. Not surprisingly, this process of normalization has also progressed with respect to our form of the male chastity lifestyle. As regular readers of this blog know, we have used a game of chance involving colored marbles to determine generally when I may orgasm (with my wife deciding the specific time, place and method). The drawing of a marble occurs about every third day which we have used as a time to get together for some sexual play. Usually, this would involve some kind of physical tease for me (while still locked up) and, when she wants it, play for her including one or more orgasms (we called those play sessions "Lady's Nights).

Over the last couple of months, my wife has asserted her right to determine the color of the marble without an actual drawing. In other words, she can declare a black or a white before the drawing is held so there is no drawing that night. Up until recently, she has used this power to declare a "white marble,"; i.e. allowing me to orgasm during that play session. In fact, the last three times I have been allowed to orgasm it was following one of those declared white marbles of hers with each of those occurring between ten and twelve days after my last orgasm. Essentially, she is now substituting her will for the game of chance to determine when I orgasm which is exactly what I had hoped for. As she exerts her will in this, the importance of the game recedes. The game has served its purpose, to bridge the gap between her first introduction to the idea of controlling my orgasm, to the time when she confidently exercises that authority.

That she is exercising that authority about every ten to twelve days tells me that this is her true, current, natural cycle of sexual desire. About every ten days she has the need for a what she terms a "complete" sexual experience. For her, this means cumming once or twice herself, aroused first with my fingers and tongue and then finishing herself with a wand vibrator, often with me inside her; and intercourse, my cumming inside her which she finds particularly emotionally satisfying (although she never cums herself during intercourse). This is a huge change from our pre-male chastity days when she could easily go a month or two without the slightest interest in any sort of sexual activity and resented any request or mention of the scarcity by me.

Whereas the drawing held every third day provided a time and excuse for some intimate time and sexual play, the sexual play and teasing is now being done by her spontaneously, without regard to drawing schedule or anything else. Most mornings now she motions for me to get into a "spoon" position (with me on the inside of the spoon) and from there she massages my genitals and teases me, sometimes taking my shorts off to get better access to me. I am convinced that the open, metal chastity device I now use (Mature Metals "Queen's Keep, reviewed in my last blog entry) has greatly encouraged this spontaneous teasing - she really disliked looking at or touching the plastic, fully enclosing CB-6000s. Again, as she has asserted her will, the importance of the game of chance has receded; exactly the desired result.

I mentioned that, until recently, her declaration of the marble color had always been a declaration of white so she could have her desired "complete" sexual experience that night. Well, continued change is in the air. This last drawing, the one done yesterday, which was exactly ten days after my last release, she surprised me by declaring a "black marble." She gave me a wonderful, lengthy tease - doing it for the first time with me out of the device using a numbered, edging routine that I had asked her previously to try. She did not want me to stimulate her and she did not orgasm herself, making no use of the wand I had left within easy reach on the night stand. It took some ice in a baggie to do it, but I was finally able to shrink my raging hard-on and get it back in the cage.

She made no explanation about her choice or why she chose to declare a black marble for the first time. I have to admit that I now have no sense of when I will be allowed to cum or why she didn't follow her recent pattern of declaring a white marble after ten days. Of course the thought crossed my mind that perhaps it had something to do with her calendar. You see, this is the weekend she is flying to Las Vegas to meet her old college roommate (female of course) and attend the birthday bash of a mutual friend. It was a long planned vacation for her and I encouraged her to go. It does kind of make me wonder about that ten day cycle of hers though. Is she planning something else? Something that will scratch that ten day itch? Just the thought of it is startling, frightening and, I must admit, strangely exciting. Of course, I trust my wife. She would never cheat on me. Still . . . it is quite a coincidence that the night of this very important change occurs on the night before she leaves for Vegas and a birthday bash with college friends.

It my last bog entry, I did say I would describe what it was like to make love with the Queen's Keep device on. My first experience with it was giving my wife a "Lady's Night;" an evening of undivided attention to her needs - emotional, spiritual and physical. I spent almost two hours giving my wife a full body massage, plying her with warm oils, massaging her feet and each individual toe while giving her lots of gentle but passionate hugs and kisses, followed by a slow build-up to a body thrashing orgasm that seemed to go on for a long time, several minutes at least (I envy my wife's ability to do this. If I get ten seconds of body thrashing orgasm, I'm in seventh heaven and totally sated). Like the CB, trapped ball device, the Queen's Keep allows some erection and, as a consequence, there is some pulling of the genitals away from the groin, but unlike the CB it is much milder and more controlled. Whether it is the better fit, the smaller tube size or its smaller profile, the Queen's Keep is much more comfortable to wear when aroused than the CB-6000s.

My second experience was after the first of those ten day, declared "white marble," when I believed I was pretty sure I was going to get permission to cum. Of course, I had been teased and denied once before after a white marble selection but it hadn't happed since (I think she just wanted to see what would happen if she did it), so I was pretty confident I was going to get a release. After all, why bother with the declared white marble, unless it was a deviously, deliciously mean tease (something I probably would enjoy - perhaps not at the moment of denial but certainly later), and there was no indication she was in that sort of mood.

We began the play session with me in the device. Our "Understanding" calls for me to stay in the device, even during a white marble session, until told to take it off; and, no release unless given permission at the moment, regardless of what I had been told previously. These rules make an incredibly wicked tease and denial possible - if she has the will to pull it off. I began with a length of the body series of gentle licks and kisses, circling around her more obvious erogenous zones and paying attention to her neck (a real turn-on for her), ears, around outside of her breasts, across her navel, down her inner thighs, to her delightfully sensitive areas behind her knees and the inside of her ankles. I sucked each of her big toes, massaging the sensitive instep of her foot as I worked.

I began my way back up, reaching the inside of her thighs when the phone rang. In my pre-chastity days, I would have been upset if she answered the phone during our love making. But several months ago, during one of our hotel dates, before she got undressed, while sipping some wine and while I was massaging her stockinged legs, she took a phone call from a friend. I continued to massage her feet legs and then worked my way under her skirt while she continued to talk. There was something so hot about her continuing to talk to her friend as I slowly licked up the inside of her thigh. She slouched down in the chair she was sitting on and parted her legs. With this invitation, I continued up her inner thighs and then along the edges of her panties. She must have thought it was hot too because she became very wet as I teased her with my tongue. She could barely control the gasp as I surprised her with a long, slow, swipe of my tongue up her slit through the very moist, translucent material of her panties. It gave a whole new meaning to the term "phone sex."

She must have remembered how hot it was for both us because she answered the call. Again, it was a friend (a different one - it would have been a helluva coincidence if it was the same one) and, like at the hotel, I continued my ministrations with hands, lips and tongue. She had a hard time following the conversation and controlling her breathing as I slowly slipped her sheer, black panties off, sliding them down her legs and then pausing before drawing them over her ankles and free of her feet. She was in bed and lying on her back talking on the phone as I slid between her legs, me on my belly. She drew her legs up, bending them until the soles of her feet were flat on the mattress and then parted her legs, spreading her knees wide in open invitation.

I accepted the invitation and began circling the neatly trimmed triangle of her pubic area before dipping the tip of my tongue in at the bottom of her slit. She couldn't control her gasping intake of breath and couldn't stop her hips from thrusting up to meet my tongue. She couldn't follow the telephone conversation anymore, quickly asking if she could call her back. After she reached over to replace the phone in its cradle, she giggled like a school girl as she grabbed my thick, wavy hair with both hands and held me tightly to her pussy. She was wet and both her outer and inner lips were engorged and parted. My wife rarely gets aroused that quickly. My tongue is usually exhausted before she is aroused enough to approach orgasm. Not this time though.

Unlike my wife, I now arouse quickly. It wasn't always so. When I crossed over into my fifties, it began to take a while and some effort to get the flag pole up. Not now. During this male chastity lifestyle period I've gone back in time to my teenage years when just the fleeting glimpse of a bra strap through a white blouse or the scent of a woman's perfume would trigger an immediate, sometimes embarrassing raging erection. There's nothing embarrassing about that now.

The Queen's Keep device kept me under control. I could only erect so far while in the device. My wife though was well along and wanted me in her. She told me to take it off. Fortunately, it is very easy to get off, even when aroused. A quick tear of my little safety envelope, some turns of the bit in the locking screw and voila - the cage is off, followed quickly by the ring which slips off after a liberal application of silicon lube to my shaft.

Unlike at the start of our male chastity adventure, my wife is now quite comfortable taking control in bed and choreographing our sexual play. Once I had the device off, she directed me to lie on my side "crossing the T." I knew what she wanted - it was one of her favorite positions. It gave her complete control over my entry and thrusting and put her in a comfortable position to get herself off with her magic wand. I slid my legs under her with my body perpendicular to hers. We did form a human "T." She took my cock in her left hand and held it outside of her pussy as she began using the vibrator on its lowest speed along her slit. Holding my cock firmly, my instinctive thrusts went for naught as she just parried the thrust by gripping me tighter and turning me aside.

"Not yet, not yet Tiger," she said, smiling at me with eyes that were mere slits.

She began rubbing the head of my cock between her thumb and the inside of her forefinger, pressing down and squeezing harder in reaction to the zings of pleasure she was feeling from the vibrator. I tried to remain still but my hips had a mind of their own and they thrusted away in answer to instructions to procreate that were a million years old. She easily turned away my thrusts, discouraging me even more by squeezing hard on my sensitive glans. I knew what my job was. It was to provide a hot, stiff cock for her to hold and then be available for her to plunge into herself when the time was right, when she had reached that last step before the pinnacle of orgasm.

As her excitement climbed, she moaned loudly and began rubbing my cock head along her slit, holding it there as she pressed the vibrator against her pussy. Even on the lowest speed, the vibrator was uncomfortable when it came into direct contact with the head of my cock but I endured it. It was what she wanted. It was where she wanted me to be. Again, this overwhelming desire to serve her allowed me to just accept the discomfort of the direct contact of the vibrator on the tip of my cock.

Her moans got louder and she began thrashing about, eyes completely shut, in fact squeezed shut as she entered a world that existed only inside of her own skin. I was just a cock - something for her to rub and hold and plunge in when the time was right. That thought, that image is still so overwhelmingly erotic to me that I am as engorged as I can be in my Queen's Keep as I sit here writing this. The sudden change to a higher pitch in tone of the vibrator told me she was well along, gathering speed before hurtling to the finish. The faster speed of the vibrator pressed against the sensitive head of my engorged cock took me well past discomfort to considerable pain. It was almost more than I could bear. I couldn't keep still - my hips began thrusting on their own, searching for a way to escape the pain. I felt my wife's grip tighten on my cock. She held me tightly just behind the cock head. I wasn't going anywhere - at least not until she was ready.

She began rubbing my cock head up and down her slit, quickly, feverishly as she dug the bulbous head of the wand vibrator against her clit. When she clicked it up to the third speed, the high pitched whine of the device was nearly drowned out by wife's loud moans, pants and grunts. She was thrashing about wildly; knees splayed widely apart; hips thrusting up to press against the vibrator and my shaft. It was when her moans and loud panting became rhythmic that I knew her orgasm was imminent. I knew the plunge was coming; she had done it several times before, after she had taken control of the sexual action, but I was still surprised by the sensation.

A sudden jerk downward of her grasping hand told me she wanted me in her. The jerk was so hard and sudden that I had to quickly adjust the angle of my hips to avoid damage to my rigid shaft. I managed to do it in time. I started to thrust madly, trying to find her opening.

"Let me, let me!" she gasped out, putting a death grip on my shaft to bring me to a sudden halt and the handover of control.

She had no trouble finding her opening. She plunged me into her hard and fast. I went from painful death grip to sudden hot, wet, velvet softness in an instant. No matter how many times she done this (it only started a few months ago when she took full control of our sexual action, but she has done it often since), I have never gotten used to the sudden change in sensation. It is a nearly instantaneous sensation of pleasure bordering on pure bliss. It is a feeling that is second only to orgasm itself for sheer, unadulterated, spine-tingling pleasure. Once in her, I began thrusting hard and fast following my instinctive instructions but even then, my wife did not relinquish control, holding the base of my cock and controlling the speed and depth of penetration.

Once I'm plunged in by her, it is usually just a matter of seconds before she cums. It was no different this time. In less than a minute she cried:
"CUM WITH ME! just as her hips rocketed up off the bed as her body was rocked by the pleasure contractions of orgasm. Four, five, six times she thrust her hips wildly off the bad as her abdominals crunched down hard and her head whipped back and forth.

"I'm still cumming, I'm still cumming," she hissed and then laughed as she continued to thrash about. "Oh God, Oh God! I'm still cumming," she cried as I felt her vaginal walls contract hard on my shaft and then flutter faster than any hand could squeeze and release.

I did not cum with here. I couldn't - I was totally absorbed in watching and feeling her pleasure. I was not inside my own head yet. As her contractions slowed and her body stopped thrashing, I felt the heat rising and expanding in my groin.

I can't come close to describing the sharp, exquisite, paralyzing blast of pure, sheer pleasure that ripped through me as I came in a series of massive thrusts that felt like I was being turned inside out with every nerve ending ignited and sending giant sparks of pleasure throughout my body. My wife started to laugh as I thrust in and gripped her shoulders as I pumped my hot load into her. She couldn't stop laughing, giddy as a school girl, as I finished, utterly collapsing, arms, legs, torso dead - my mind disconnected from the outside world, sparks still firing away as the last shudders of my orgasm shook me.

"I love when you do that," she said, stroking my side gently as I slid into a brief period of oblivion.

I sensed rather than felt her curl up around me.

"I am so lucky," she said. "I'm the luckiest woman alive."

"And I'm the luckiest man," I replied feeling a deep connection to her that I can't describe.

I fell asleep and slept through the night. I don't remember any of my dreams, only that I had them. I woke up with her curled around me, spooning me.