Better Living Through Chastity: The Story of Blair and Jackie

PART THREE: SYLVIA’S STORY

In earlier parts of my story I've explained how Jackie, my wife, and I got ourselves entangled with a neighboring couple, Sylvia and Paul, about a decade our senior. With what I believe to be our informed consent they convinced us to agree to have them be our mentors in the erotic arts. Jackie and I, having spent five years in a marriage whose passion was steadily leaching away, jumped at the chance. After all, Paul was an extremely handsome pilot and Sylvia was a statuesque knockout. They were a dynamic and interesting couple and there was a sizzling eroticism that seemed to envelop the two of them. Their simultaneous seduction of Jackie and I certainly attested to their skills.

In the early days of our training I found more frustration than satisfaction, however. Both my wife and I were locked into chastity briefs. These briefs were removed when we would visit Sylvia and Paul most evenings. But where Jackie frequently got sexual release, I got no release during the first week of the program. Of course, the opportunity to massage Sylvia's lovely feet or to rub her body in warm oils provided ample rewards. God, was Sylvia beautiful!

Every day, during these early days, the regimen for me was roughly the same. I would go over to Sylvia’s and Paul's house, strip down to my chastity briefs, and then don the robe that was the only clothing Jackie and I were allowed to wear in their house. When Sylvia arrived, I would kiss her extended right foot and ask to be released from my chastity briefs.

With a smile and a bit of a flourish she would unlock the briefs and I would then scamper to a bathroom to wash off myself and my briefs. I was strictly prohibited from masturbating, and although the temptation to do so was huge, I knew that Sylvia would quickly figure out if I had strayed from the path of my enforced chastity. I did so much want to please her.

When I returned, Sylvia typically had me kneel before her. One day I might be entranced by the rustle of her long, flowing dress as she crossed her legs. From the faint scent of her smell I bet she was not wearing any underwear--delicious. Another day she might be in what I called her "armored lady" look--tight pants, a cinched waist, and a starched top. For the next few minutes we would just talk. Our conversation would range from mundane to more personal subjects like the state of my libido ("raging") and the nature of my interaction with my wife Jackie ("the chastity briefs are making us explore other ways of pleasuring each other").

For the next hour or so Sylvia would poke and prod and bring me to a state of intense sexual excitement while I was performing some form of personal service. Her dress was always impeccable, showing off her lovely ebony skin. I loved it as her hands pinched my nipples, tugged on my ear lobes, and explored my cock. In the meantime, she was teaching me how to give pedicures, manicures, and pleasing massages. I learned how to comb Sylvia’s hair, apply nail polish, and even apply the limited amount of makeup that she wore. As I got more competent in these tasks she had me perform some of them blindfolded.

Sylvia message as she teased me was the same. "You must learn to channel that energy inward and not waste it on silly little orgasms that sap you of energy," she said. When I said "but I like being sapped," Sylvia grabbed me by my chin and brought her face just inches away from mine. Her eyes bore into mine. "Silly pet," she laughed, but with a faint trace of anger in her voice, "you must save that energy because you must give it back to your woman in a way that pleases her, not your selfish self."

I continued to beg and moan a bit, but soon the day's lesson was over and still I hadn't had an orgasm for a week or so. The pressure was building.

When I ran into Jackie at home that evening, both of us locked again in the our chastity briefs, she looked so happy. Her face was slightly flushed and she had the traces of a smile as if she were remembering an especially happy time. Sylvia and Paul had instructed us not to discuss our training in detail with each other, so I simply asked Jackie "how it was going." To my surprise she kissed me with an ardor I hadn't felt from her for ages. "I'm having such a good time," she purred, "I am learning so much and I feel like a cat in heat."

I kissed her back and we ground our pelvises against each other, just for the pleasant frustration of feeling the metal mesh screens built into the chastity briefs grind against each other. "That's great," I answered, and I mumbled something mildly positive when Jackie asked me how it was going for me. But I was filled with doubts.

What was the point of this exercise I asked myself?

Jackie and I moved on to other topics. After all, we still had jobs to perform and a household to run. Our erotic interludes with Sylvia and Paul did not take us out of realm of the everyday, but they did color our lives in subtle ways.

Being locked in chastity briefs was strangely liberating. I found myself engaging more freely in the sexually infused office banter, especially with the female colleague to whom I was especially attracted. After all, if I couldn't consummate an indiscretion or give away the secret of my chastised state, what harm was there in adding a little verbal sizzle to my office environment.

Jackie was changing too. The way in which she carried herself projected more self-confidence. No longer was she the mousy librarian.

I noticed that she had begun paying more attention to her dress. She was moving away from the frumpy librarian look and dressing more sharply. Most of all, she radiated happiness.

I was still puzzled and frustrated by my enforced chastity and the seeming lack of direction to my training program. The next time we met I asked Sylvia point blank what was the purpose of this program. To my surprise she said she was glad I asked and told me she would tell me her story. This is what she said:

"Very early on in my life I knew that I was blessed with beauty. I resolved to preserve and develop that beauty through my lifetime. Gradually, that narrow focus on external beauty has deepened into a quest for a life that is well-balanced and well-lived in all of its aspects.

"You might ask, Blair, what this means to you. The connection is that I also have been blessed with a strong libido. From an early age I was hot for lovemaking. Growing up and on into college I didn't differentiate much between men and women. I wanted sex in lots of shapes and forms and positions and with lots of different people and that is what I got. But when I left college and began my business career sex as an end in itself seemed as shallow as beauty for its own sake. I sought more.

"After extensive study I realized that channeling my libido was the key to living the good life as I understood it. I began to conceptualize libido as life force. In my sexual life I drew heavily from the Tantric tradition and explored practices designed to enhance the accumulation and discharge of sexual energy. I began to work on making my body as a whole an instrument for the receipt and generation of sexual energy and pleasure, moving away from the genital focus of the sexual practices with which I had grown up.

"I found myself, and in my experience women generally, much more suited to this evolution beyond the genital stimulation/single orgasm approach than are men. Men seem hard-wired to be obsessively focused on their genitals and upon traditional thumping orgasms that leave them spent. Women, by contrast, seem better suited to a multiplicity of ways of experiencing and giving sexual pleasure.

"Over time I reached the conclusion that male chastity was an ideal way of building off the strengths of the two sexes. When a male is chaste, by choice or more likely through use of a chastity device, he focuses his libido on pleasing his keyholder. This chastity-induced libidinal focus is both familiar and strangely exciting to a male because it parallels his focus on genital penetration and ejaculatory orgasms.

A female keyholder can use this focused but restrained energy of her man to stoke her own libido in a way that allows her to more fully realize the multiplicity of forms of sexual pleasure. When a female has access to a chaste male, her sex with him no longer is a form of mutual masturbation. Instead, the female keyholder can draw upon the pent-up libidinal energy of the chaste male to walk many paths of pleasure, ranging from simple things like careful massages of feet, hands, and other sensitive areas, to sustained and repeated full-blown orgasms that follow lengthy preparation and foreplay. Having a chaste male frees the female keyholder from the crippling expectation that she must supply the male with regular orgasms and confine her pleasure to genital-based sexual practices that will give him those orgasms.

"At the same time I became increasingly aware of the social horrors associated with the subjugation of women. The use of rape in wartime and as a means of social discipline in many societies, the economic and social degradation of women, the many forms of physical and psychological violence perpetrated against woman shocked and appalled me. While tempted to retreat into a cocoon of a shielded corporate life, I resolved that I had to contribute something to help women escape their subjugation.

"I realized that I was not satisfied with just male chastity. A relationship between a chaste male and female keyholder often does not change the balance of power between them. In these relationships chastity is but a game, whose rules and methods typically are set by the male. The sexual charge in these situations comes from the suggestion of a change in the power dynamic between the man and his keyholder; but in reality nothing has changed. This type of chastity has no positive impact upon the larger world, where women are subjugated horribly.

"I thus came to the conclusion that to be truly effective, male chastity must be coupled with matriarchy. The purpose of coupling matriarchal principles and practices to male chastity is to nurture male/female relationships that act as an antidote to the social structures and practices that keep most women, in most places, in subjugation. Over a long period to time, perhaps centuries, the growth in the number of these matriarchal relationships will tip the balance of power so that men and women are at least equal. Someday I hope we are fortunate enough to return to a truly matriarchal world, but that is a long way off. The best that we can do today is to establish small, intentional communities of people who practice male chastity within a matriarchal framework.

"The best way to promote these matriarchal principles is to treat chastised males as the property of their female key holders. This property relationship would at a minimum extend to matters of sexuality. In other words, the chaste male would truly cede control over his sexual pleasure to his keyholder. This means that male devotes himself to serving the sexual pleasure of his keyholder in the ways that she--not he--see fit.

In my opinion, however, this kind of property relationship doesn’t go far enough because it is focused primarily on the control of male orgasms and the channeling of pent up male libido in favor of the keyholder. While these are necessary and worthy things, the chastised male/female keyholder should go further to realize the social benefits of the relationship. First, the female keyholder must be given control of the household, including finances, key family decisions, and the like. Second, the female keyholder must have the power to share her chastised man -- her property -- to others as she sees fit. As the number of chastised males in matriarchal relationships increases, chastised males will increasingly be viewed as highly-valued community property of the growing number of female keyholder matriarchs. Third, the female keyholder must have the power to seek sexual pleasure and emotional sustenance from other people of her choice, a privilege denied to her chastised male. Finally, female keyholders must be allowed to accumulate more than one chastised male.

The ability of women to have a broader range of sexual pleasure is reflected in their ability to emotionally accommodate a broader range of relationships in which some sort of sexual pleasuring might be involved. Women are plural and men are singular in the matriarchal communities that I am trying to build.

At its most extreme, such a matriarchal relationships between the female keyholder and the chastised male will develop into mistress/slave relationships. But that is only the extreme case, and certainly not for everyone. A fully developed chastity-matriarchal relationship can leave the male with the practical ability to function in larger society without any stigma that might attach if a male were known to be a "slave" in a matriarchal relationship.

"I believe that only by chastising men and making them the property of their keyholders can we end the seeming endless cycle of violence against women by empowering them to take charge of their own lives and, at least, the men closest to them. In my experience, most chastised men recognize the truth in this and are willing to submit to a rigorous matriarchal relationship.

"About a decade ago I began to put these principles into effect. In my business and social dealings I began looking for quiet, strong, self-effacing men who might be candidates for a chaste, matriarchal relationship. I spotted Paul at a business function and knew after we had had a few minutes together that despite his strong military pilot's exterior he was really looking for a strong woman to take command. He was also so attractive and charming that I fell in love with him almost immediately.

"I was very frank with him from the beginning and soon our relationship was developing nicely. We went through many of the stages of chastity and matriarchy until we reached an arrangement that borders on the mistress/slave model. Don’t look so surprised. For all practical purposes Paul is my slave. The fact that he functions in the larger world without signaling that fact just attests to his acting skill and our high level of discretion.

"You should know that over the years I have subjected him to physical and emotional challenges that have severely tested him. Our emotional bond has gotten stronger as he has met those challenges. I love him as deeply as he loves me. He knows that the main reason I challenge him is to strengthen our bond. His diligence and devotion to me and the sacrifices he makes in him chastity program inspire me to work, love and play even harder.

"In recent years I have jumped off the corporate fast track and devoted myself to promoting and supporting the development of chastised male/female keyholder matriarchal relationships. Over time I made contact with other matriarchs with chastised males. Slowly and carefully we have developed into a small community stretching throughout the world. Perhaps someday you will meet some members of this community and be honored to serve other matriarchs.

"Blair," Sylvia continued, "now you know that the goal of your training is to make you a chastised male with the skills and temperament to serve well in a matriarchal relationship. You now have an important choice to make. Soon your sturdy chastity belts will be arriving from the manufacturer and we can throw your temporary chastity briefs away. When they do arrive, you will be asked to choose whether you want to go down the path that may lead you as far as becoming the chastised slave of Jackie, or me, or both of us."

I started to speak, but Sylvia stopped me. "Don’t decide now. Think and think hard of the rigors you will face. You will feel pain--physical and emotional--and you will constantly feel the unrelieved pressure of your libido running up against the boundaries set by your keyholder. But don’t forget the many pleasures you will receive if you chose to be a chastised male in a female-dominated household. The pleasures are great. Come here and let me play with your nipples. And whoever owns you--for an afternoon or for a lifetime--will push you to your physical and emotional limits and beyond and from those challenges you can grow as a person. You should know that matriarchs truly love and cherish the males who have given up so much to serve them. These women are truly honored by the sacrifices made by their men.

"You should know, however, that if you choose not to follow this path I believe that Jackie is likely to leave you. She is in the process of awakening to her own power as a women and to the pleasant prospects of being a keyholder some day. She was dissatisfied with the lack of passion and zip in your marriage and going back to the status quo is not an option in her mind. So think long and hard before you go back to the tried and true path. It is my prediction that if you choose to follow that path you are likely to follow it alone, without Jackie.

I was in a state of emotional turmoil, my mind swirling with unfamiliar words like "matriarch" and "sacrifice." Sylvia ran her smooth hand over my forehead. "Don’t fret," she said, "it only gets better--and harder--from here."

Sylvia paused for a moment and said "would you like an orgasm tonight?"

I nodded in the affirmative. She reached over to a drawer and pulled out a blindfold. "Put this on," she commanded, "and then stand up." I did so and Sylvia stood behind me, grasping my wrists with one hand while she teased my cock with the other. I was soon pumping and grinding and moaning. Soon after I felt a set of warm, moist lips on my cock, and a tongue that licked my swollen balls. The wonderful mouth kept me poised on the edge of orgasm for several minutes, although in my state it felt to me like several hours. Finally, I came with a big groan and a shudder. Sylvia, who had been whispering erotic encouragement throughout my "milking," held me tightly and I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. She was practically panting and I could feel that every muscle in her body was flexed as she grasped by arched body.

I looked down, expecting to see my lovely wife Jackie kneeling before me. Instead, there was Paul, with a dreamy smile on his face and the slightest trace of my sperm on one corner of his mouth. He leaned back on his heels and looked up at Sylvia and I. He was in an unbelted robe like mine and I could see that he had some sort of steel contraption around his genitals. This must be the chastity device to which Sylvia referred. My body stiffened with the shock of having been sucked off by a man. While not homophobic in my politics, I had no experience and no interest in man on man sex. Just as my mouth was forming the words of protest, Sylvia broke in, "tell Paul how much you appreciated his skillful cocksucking." The pure physical relief of having my first orgasm after a ten day dry spell was settling in and I had no energy to protest. "Thank you Paul, for you skillful cocksucking," I said, stumbling a bit over the word "cocksucking."

With that Sylvia quickly dismissed Paul, who walked away with gleaming, longing eyes that I would soon would learn were those of the eyes of a chastised man who had gone a long time without an orgasm. She locked me back in my chastity briefs and sent me home to Jackie. "You might have only a week or two to decide," Sylvia said as I departed, "and I’ve given you an orgasm so your mind can be clear." Sylvia concluded with the words "spend some time with Jackie tonight and I bet you will conclude that you should endure a great deal to ensure that you can remain in her presence, to feel her touch, to please her in all sorts of ways."

I hurried home though the woods, my mind spinning. Should I continue down this path or should I cut my losses and terminate the program. I honestly didn’t know. But I knew that Jackie was getting more beautiful, more radiant by the day. But could I really become a chastised male and could Jackie become a matriarch who treated me as her property? Were either of capable of moving so far from our safe, comfortable midwestern suburban existence?

[ Story Continues in Chapter Four ]
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