GIRL TALK CHASTITY

Hi! My name is Laura Kaye, but my husband calls me Mistress Laura, by my requirement. We have been married five years, and he has become the perfect husband through intense physical, social, feminine gender and etiquette training. All is reinforced through a solid foundation of chastity and sexual control.

From the beginning, he knew that I am a lady who gets her way, Always!!! Marriage is the union and contractual agreement by which the female is advantaged, financially, socially and sexually, in addition to all other aspects of the relationship. Essentially, he is a slave at my beck and call.

I have many fun training ideas that I would like to share in the future, but I'll share just one this time. One Saturday morning, I awakened, yawned, and then squeezed my husband's penis until he was awake. His CB 2000 was removed for the night, as his hands were chained behind him. I relaxed the tension in my squeeze on his penis and dug my perfectly manicured nails into it and then began to stroke the underside of his penis with my tongue. This drives him wild. I never broke eye contact. I briefly stopped, uncuffed his hands, tied him spread-eagle to the bed, and then began to give him a serious blowjob that would have him near the edge of what promised to be his first orgasm in 6 weeks. But, I giggled and then stopped. I moved my head with my long, silkly straight black hair over his penis and stomach, up his chest, briefly sucking and biting his nipples before moving up to work on his ears.

I had on a very sexy nightie, with four-inch heels, as well as lots of sexy silver and diamond jewelry. As I nibbled on his ear lobes, I sweetly whispered that he must perform a little task before I could consider giving him a pleasurable orgasm. With that, I pulled a telephone head set out of the night stand drawer and placed it on his head. Attached to the phone was a long-playing digital tape recorder to record conservsations up to six hours in length, and it would automatically time the upcoming conversation.

Because he had made a comment about the length of time I was on the phone with a girlfriend a few nights before, I thought I'd teach him a lesson. I instructed him to call his friend Robert, who, like my husband, also doesn't like to talk on the phone for any substantial length. He would have to call Robert-I would dial the number since my husband was restrained-and strike up a conversation with him. He would have to lie there naked, bound spread-eagled, with a headset strapped around his head and hold a conversation with Robert for at least an hour. If the conversation was disrupted or prematurely terminated, there was no way that he could hang up the phone or call back. Plus, I would listen to the entire taped conversation later to ensure compliance to all of the stipulations that I made. Robert's wife, Peggie, would help me listen for errors, since she planned to soon enslave poor little Robert.

To make it fun, I removed the clock from the room, and I blindfolded him. Additionally, I told him that he could not ask Robert the time or anything that might give him a general idea about the time.

My husband would have to keep Robert on the phone for at least an hour; however, he would not know when the hour was up. For more fun, I added the following stipulations: No Cursing whatsoever; No dirty jokes; No discussion about any type of sex whatsoever; No discussion about how women look; No discussion about football, baseball, basketball, hunting, fishing, shooting, or any other traditionally male sport. And, there could be no discussion about personal finances, cars, or woodworking. This eliminated Robert's universe. They could talk about computers for 15 minutes total, but no longer than 25 minutes (Robert doesn't even have a computer or any interest in them). He had to work in a discussion about feminine hygiene products, in a serious and non-joking way. Also, he had to initiate a discussion about homosexuality that had to last at least 15 minutes, taking the pro-homosexual position. He could not talk about lesbians at all. Note that Robert is a heterosexual homophobe, football nut, and avid sportsman. By the way, when his wife, Peggie, enslaves him, Robert will be maid to overcome his homophobia through an intimate and oral relationship with Frank, but that's another story.

If my husband could meet all of my conversation requirements and break none of the rules, he would be eligible for an orgasm. If not, he would be locked back into his chastity belt with no orgasm for three months.

I gave my husband a very long and sensuous French kiss, squeezed his cock, and then placed the blindfold over his eyes before adjusting the phone headset and microphone in place. Then, I called Robert on the other phone with this conversation: "Hi!, Robert.this is Laura. Is Peggy home? No? Well, I'll call her later. Frank is on his way out the door to go to work.he got called in for some overtime, which we can always use, but he wanted to yell at you really quick before he leaves..well, Frank just jumped on the line (I then turned on my husband Frank's headset phone).I'll call Peggy later.bye-bye, sweetie!!" My husband was left on the spot, and it was time for some girl talk. I began giving him another thrilling blowjob while he tried to concentrate on his conversation with Robert.

To be continued.

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