I am Graham, and Celia is my wonderful virgin wife who keeps me uncompromisingly chaste. Being an old-fashioned girl, she not only rejected any suggestion of sex before marriage but also made clear that she strongly disapproved of self-abuse, her word for masturbation. She first became aware of my corset and girdle fetish shortly after we became engaged, when she caught me rubbing the front of my trousers as I ogled the pages of a mail order catalog showing ladies in girdles, corsets, and all-in-ones (corselettes).
Having caught me out, Celia was not as angry as I expected, but she was most determined that I tell her exactly why I was so interested in these catalog pictures. I had to admit that I fantasised about women wearing girdles and that I would like her one day to wear one for me. Indeed I also confessed my mild masochistic fantasies and fetishistic interest in ladies' underwear. Celia volunteered that she could probably accept and go along with my unconventional sexual needs, but only on the strict condition that I could absolutely refrain from abusing or interfering with myself. To keep my story brief, let me explain that she agreed to wear a panty girdle if I would wear one too because she considered that this would be an excellent way of keeping my hands away from forbidden parts.
So as to suppress her own temptation to touch herself after our prolonged petting sessions, Celia took to wearing a panty girdle in bed at night and then added an all-in-one (panty corselette) over this. She decided to obtain a similar corselette for me as well, and took the extra precaution of sewing the crotch opening together. Together we began developing our chastity corsets, as we came to call our formidable combination of foundation garments. Gradually I progressed to wearing a high waist, side-zippered, boned, longleg panty girdle routinely under a panty corselette whose crotch opening Celia had sewn together as an extra precaution.
We rather anticipated that we might have some problems with the sexual side of marriage but felt that we could overcome these with patience and love. Therefore neither of us was too disappointed when we failed to make love on honeymoon. Instead we enjoyed discovering other aspects of one another physically. Having already kept me waiting so long, Celia felt very guilty that she was still depriving me of sex and would bring me to climax by hand, usually on a Saturday night. Although she joked about this and would call it my weekly "milking", I recognised how much she disliked it, and of course I knew that I must always avoid touching myself.
Although we were certainly deeply in love, the idea of being penetrated vaginally still seems abhorrent to her. Fortunately the closeness of our relationship means that we have always been able to discuss these sexual difficulties very honestly indeed. Whilst she felt guilty and ashamed, I wanted to relieve her of excessive self-reproach. Neither of us was keen on the idea of marital counselling or psychosexual therapy. Instead I eventually proposed a trial period of long-term sexual abstinence if Celia felt able to help me in practical ways to avoid and overcome self-abuse.
We bought new daytime panty corselettes which Celia modified so that each has an additional strap just behind the neck connecting the two standard shoulder straps. This means that they can only be put on or removed by opening the crotch fasteners and pulling the garment, with her assistance, over the body from above. Then, once Celia had added two strong D-rings either side of the crotch opening which she joined with her padlock, the corselettes cannot be removed at all. Worn over ordinary pantyhose and a longleg panty girdle, all genital access becomes impossible until she chooses to unlock me.
This has meant that I remain corsetted at most times, and eventually I shared my guilty secret that I would enjoy the masochistic thrill of being further dominated by her, with a system of forfeits to "pay" for each climax. This opened up enormous areas to explore sexually, and as Celia began to enjoy exercising her new sexual authority, my "milking" session gradually evolved into a mistress - slave ritual.
With my hands tied behind my back, she assists me in the shower, paying special attention to washing my private parts with freezing cold water to prevent accidents. She binds me tightly spreadeagled across our bed and "compels" me to reveal my wicked sexual thoughts by deliciously teasing me. Celia runs her hands over my arms, trunk and legs, and then she slowly strips to display herself in a black panty corselette or waistline bra with longleg panty girdle. I have to confess my lascivious thoughts, show repentance, and beg her forgiveness before she will let her hands near my genitals. As her interrogation intensifies, she puts on long red satin evening gloves as a prelude to gently stroking my penis and testicles. If my pleadings for clemency were insufficient, she would threaten to skip the milking and simply leave me bound overnight and without sexual release for an extra seven days.
I kept fantasising about this, eventually confessing one Saturday night to having propositioned her best friend (which was not true), and then refusing to repent to Celia. She half believed that I really had made sexual advances to her friend, added a blindfold, and left me tightly bound in unrelieved sexual torment. On the Sunday morning she came to check on me and offer me a late "milking". Still spreadeagled and blindfolded, I admitted how I wished her to intensify my sexual deprivation and that I wanted to see whether I could get by with even less.
Over the weeks that followed, our Saturday night ritual became more intense and exciting. Celia remains reticent about showing herself naked to me, and the fact that prefers to wear her chastity corsets in my presence heightens the experience for us both. Since she has started blindfolding me, she then sometimes removes her panty girdle in order to mount my face so that I stimulate her with my tongue. After I have satisfied her, Celia adds a gag in order to emphasise my subordinate status, and she delights in often leaving me desperately frustrated each Saturday night.
At first we agreed to a one-month experiment which proved very successful although I did find the first two weeks particularly difficult and would lose sleep in futile attempts to rub myself through the corsets. Celia offered me manual relief on one or two occasions, but now we are both delighted not to have succumbed to that temptation. Instead we adopted an old anti-masturbation strategy, which I had once read about in a magazine article on Victorian sexuality. This involved her making me a pair of tight canvas mittens which enclose the fingers and fasten with straps buckled at the wrists; from each of these runs a cord connected to the front of a collar buckled behind my neck. She adjusts the length of these cords so that I cannot reach below the waist but still have sufficient movement of my arms to allow comfortable sleep.
Since discovering that I experience wet dreams if I am not milked at least once every six weeks, Celia usually allows me to cum about once per month. She can make me wait anything between three and six weeks between each milking, and keeps me on tenderhooks because I can never tell in advance exactly when I shall be allowed to climax.
After three months I achieved mastery at last over my masturbatory urges at night. Although we were certainly deeply in love, the idea of being penetrated vaginally still seems abhorrent to her. Fortunately the closeness of our relationship means that we can discuss these sexual difficulties very honestly indeed. Whilst she felt guilty and ashamed, I wanted to relieve her of excessive self-reproach. Neither of us was keen on the idea of marital counselling or psychosexual therapy. Instead I eventually proposed a trial period of complete sexual abstinence if Celia felt able to help me in practical ways to avoid and overcome self-abuse.
To my surprise and delight Celia has not only become more physically affectionate, but now she also really enjoy playing and devising new teasing routines. For example, on the pretext of checking that I am not becoming overstimulated, she sometimes likes to fasten me into my chastity mittens directly after dinner so that I cannot prevent her hands stroking my penis through my chastity corsets as we watch television together.
On our second wedding anniversary we privately exchanged new vows of fidelity and chastity, and we have solemnly renewed these to each other on each subsequent anniversary these past twelve years. Children were never high on our agenda, and there was no pressure from our parents since they all had grandchildren already from our brothers and sisters. Celia enjoys a freedom from anxiety in general which she has never felt before, whilst I enjoy the constant masochistic thrill of living under her increasingly strict moral and physical control.
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