Better Living Through Chastity: The Story of Blair and Jackie

PART FIVE: PAUL’S STORY

Paul had always struck me as the strong quiet type. He was in great physical shape from a regimen of Aikido, kayaking, and other exercise and positively radiated charm and charisma. He had been in the Air Force and now was a commercial pilot. If he hadn’t had a knockout like his wife Sylvia at home, I would have suspected Paul of having a woman friend (or two) in every city where his airline took him. Paul was an interesting man, a serious collector of antiques and part-time antiques dealer, who was very knowledgeable about the history of interior design.

The central truth about Paul is that he and Sylvia had entered into a matriarchal relationship. Sylvia had explained to me that Paul had pledged his chastity to Sylvia. She told me that she subjected him to rigorous physical and emotional challenges and that Paul was her "property." Sylvia had told me that she hoped that I would follow in Paul’s footsteps and embrace chastity and matriarchy with the same success as Paul had done. These were all new concepts to me, and I looked forward to pumping Paul for more information.

I met Paul at a local restaurant and sat down in a quiet booth. After we had gotten comfortable and our food had arrived I asked Paul to start from the beginning and explain how he had become Sylvia’s chastised male. This is what he said:

"I was lost in an emotional wilderness at the time that I met Sylvia. From all outward appearances I was on top of the world. I had just finished a distinguished military career and had a good paying job as a pilot for a top airline. Women were easy to find. I guess I was quite the package. So I never lacked for sex and romance.

"The problem was that I always felt that I was play-acting at being the virile, macho man. The military is a very macho environment. While I excelled at the military discipline I had a nagging doubt that the patriarchal violence that it embraced was not for me. My soul cried out for connection and wholeness, not confrontation and conquest. My dissatisfaction and sense of alienation grew when I became a commercial pilot. I found--and find--the macho environment of the commercial pilot to be offensive precisely because it is so unnecessary. Flying a plane does not make one a superior person. Yet, all around me I saw pilots exploiting their position to manipulate and control others, primarily women. What depressed me was how readily the many women who surround a commercial pilot--flight attendants, ticket agents, passengers and the like--expect him, even want him, to be a self-centered macho prick.

"I didn’t fit the stereotype. Oh, I could pass for short periods and I had my share of flings. But by the time I was in my mid-thirties and met Sylvia I had not had a sustained and emotionally satisfying relationship with a woman. I found that I revered women, yet the women in the circles I traveled were not interested. They projected on to me a dominant, macho personality that, frankly, I didn’t and don’t have.

"So what happened when you met Sylvia," I asked, impatient to get to their story. "I know it is a cliché," Paul replied, "but it was love at first sight. She is very beautiful, but this is not what attracted me to Sylvia. Rather, she radiated that mixture of libido and power that to me was intoxicating. I don’t mind telling you that my knees got weak in her presence the first few times that we met.

"I found that I could be very open and honest with Sylvia from the beginning. I also sensed that I was the answer to something that Sylvia had been looking for for a long time. I could tell that between our carefree moments together she was appraising me in some strangely exciting way.

"What struck me from the beginning was her self-control. Despite the strong feelings we had for each other we didn’t have sex for many weeks. Sylvia took the lead in stretching out the pleasures of kisses and caresses. I felt relieved of the burden of initiating lovemaking. Soon it was her who was leading us down the path of pleasure. I found myself the willing participant in her love games.

"I told her of my disillusionment with macho culture and Sylvia began to tell me of her thoughts on male chastity and matriarchy. I found myself really excited by her descriptions of the ideal man that she wanted for her household. I begged her to take me as her chastised man.

"She did not rush me into anything. I’ve walked this path by choice. After about nine wonderful months of seeing one another Sylvia told me that she wanted to select me as her primary chastised male. I didn’t think about what she meant by "primary" at the time, because I was too busy focusing on what else she said:

-- We would be married and I would take her name. (We explained this to our families by saying that we both hated hyphenated names and that I lost the coin flip.)

-- Sylvia would have complete control over the household and all that I earned would be turned over to her.

-- Whether or not in a chastity belt I was not to have an orgasm without her permission.

-- She could test by physical and emotional resolve as she pleased so long as she was pursuing the long-term goals of making me a better person and strengthening our relationship.

-- She had no restrictions on forming sexual/emotional relationships with others but I could only have such a relationship with her permission.

-- She would be quitting her job and devoting her professional skills to building a community of people in matriarchal relationships with chastised males.

"After alot of thought, I agree to the terms. From then on there has been no turning back."

"So tell me about these emotional and physical tests," I asked. "Well, the toughest emotional test involves a high-level practitioner of Tantric sexual arts who I know only by the name ‘Sir.’" He’s a tall, wiry guy with long hair and beard and for some reason Sylvia is wild about him. He stops by on his travels every few months. She fawns over him and insists that I treat him like an honored guest. He ignores me and has his hands all over Sylvia from the moment he arrives. You think she is self-possessed? WIth him she is a giggly school girl. I can’t figure it out.

"They always adjourn for a few hours of very loud and passionate lovemaking. Sylvia directs me to stay near the bedroom, in case they need snacks or drinks, so I hear everything. I can’t deny the guy’s skill. He gets Sylvia to literally scream with pleasure. When they are done, Sylvia calls me in and tells me to wash his feet to express my thanks for his skill in making her happy. That is emotionally very hard, to wash the feet of a man that you don’t respect who has just boned the woman you love, who lies their next to him exhausted from the lovemaking with a satisfied smile on her face. Yet, despite my emotional struggle I still have been able to wash this fellow’s feet and tend to his many wants.

"On the physical side, Sylvia refers many men who contact her to a dominatrix, Mistress Tina. Mistress Tina is a true sadist who is very talented in her S/M arts and very lovely to boot. In exchange for the referrals from Sylvia, Mistress Tina puts me through the paces every couple of months. Sylvia says the challenge is good for me, and boy is it a challenge. Sylvia never tells me how long I’m going to be with Mistress Tina, and that means that it is hard to mentally prepare for the challenges. Mistress Tina whips me, subjects me to all kinds of nipple, cock and balls and other tortures. She uses her clothing and implements to plant fetishes in my mind. She is very skilled in humiliation and emotional manipulation and domination. Mistress Tina is one person who can make me cry like a baby. She insists on absolute obedience and has a strong temper if you fail to live up to her demands.

"Let me give you one example of her perversity. Mistress Tina has a luscious slave girl. Mistress Tina will bind us together naked face-to-face and warm both of our asses with her paddle. The pain of the paddling is more than offset by the pleasure of rubbing against the slave girl. Then she will sit on her throne and tell us that the first person who gets the other person to an orgasm gets to sleep at the foot of her bed on satin sheets while the "loser" gets a whipping and a night in her punishment cage. The rule is that neither the slave girl nor I can pull away, hide our genitals, or do anything that makes ourselves unavailable to the other. As we’ve both been deprived of an orgasm for at least a week, we are on edge to begin with. It is a real challenge to fight back an orgasm when a lovely, compliant slave girl is entwined on your cock. I often lose and spent the night in a cage with a very sore ass.

"I am scared to got to Mistress Tina, but I do appreciate how the S/M experience has sharpened my ability to be subservient to strong woman and to bear both pain and pleasure in large quantities. The experience has helped me to bear the challenges of chastity. One of the good things she has done, with Sylvia’s reinforcement, has been to train me so that I only cum when someone pulls on my nipples very hard. This means that I can give someone pleasure with my cock without cumming even if I am extremely horny. It still takes lots of concentration not to cum while my cock is being used, but the ability to last for long periods makes me more valuable to Sylvia and other matriarchs. For that I do thank Mistress Tina.

I was curious to learn more about Mistress Tina but I had more pressing issues. "Tell me about the chastity," I asked, "how do you put up with no sex for so long." It is tough," said Paul, "but worth the struggle. I find that the first week after an orgasm is the toughest, especially days 4 and 5. However, once you get through the first week, your body begins to physically sublimate the sexual drive and the problems are fewer. I find myself with lots of energy and spirit and that helps me at home and on the job.

"I also find that being physically active helps immensely. Aikido helps me most of all. Aikido is a martial art that emphasizes breathing and flowing movement and establishing harmony with one’s practice partner. There is a strong sense of transference when one physically and even spiritually connects with an Aikido partner. I’m lucky that there are many strong and lovely women in my dojo. Working with them allows me dissipate lots of sexual energy. There is a high level of decorum in the dojo so the transference is very subtle, done of the the level of wrist grabs, body throws, and the like. If the women in the dojo only knew how much sexual energy I transfer to them, then maybe they would find my skin too hot to touch. Or perhaps they do know, for I never lack for willing partners.

"How often do you have sex with Sylvia," I asked. "I know that I sound like President Clinton," Paul said with a smile, "but the answer depends on how you define ‘sex.’ Since we were married I can count on one hand the number of times Sylvia has allowed me to penetrate her and then cum. Yet, at least twice a month she has me use my cock to pleasure her for extended periods, I’m just not allowed to cum. Much more frequently, she has me use my tongue or one of her favorite dildoes to pleasure her. If I’m wearing a chastity belt she my strap the dildo on the belt. Trust me, that is a frustrating experience. Nearly every day when I am home from business, she has me give her pedicures, massages and the like. And sometimes as a surprise she jacks me off with her hand or let’s me masturbate in front of her. We consider of these exchanges of power and pleasure to be sexual. Traditional penetrative sex is just one of the options. How often I get to cum is completely variable and unpredictable. Mistress Tina might force me to cum 5 times in a day, but I’ve gone up to a month without cumming."

"So Blair," Paul continued, "you are probably wondering what good is all of this chastity and matriarchy stuff." I nodded. "The challenges that I face in remaining chaste and those that Sylvia puts in my path have made me into a stronger and better person. I’ve learned to channel my sexual energy into other things--work, my antiques, my dojo, and, most of all, pleasing the woman that I love. The energy rush from being chaste is immense.

"I’m also doing good by being a willing participant in a matriarchal relationship. I’ve been an instrument of, and the beneficiary of, patriarchy. I’m appalled at the violence and oppression that is at the center of patriarchy. With Sylvia I’ve found that matriarchy means just the opposite. Matriarchy means sharing and community. Yes, women are privileged in matriarchy, but men are treated as valued beings and not mere fuckable commodities to be disposed of at will. Yes, I’m Sylvia property and yes she shares me with certain men and women, but in each of those exchanges I am valued and honored.

"Over time I’ve learned to love and be sexually attracted to a much wider range of people than when I was in the grips of patriarchy. I’ve made love to women as old as 80, and women of all shapes and sizes. I’ve sucked men’s cocks of all shapes and sizes and taken them up my ass gladly. When a man lives as I live you begin to see the beauty in everyone, regardless of gender or age or physical condition. I’m sorry to get metaphysical on you Blair, but being chaste like I am has helped me tap into a universal energy, a life force, that I see in all people, indeed the whole universe. When I am giving pleasure to someone I feel like I am helping that energy flow. And when I am given sexual release I feel eternally grateful for being allowed to contribute my energy to that flow.

"The great thing about being a chastised male is that it allows you to concentrate on giving your partner pleasure. It is such a rush to move a strong woman--of whatever shape, size or age--along the path of pleasure. When they are not catering to my sexual needs they are able to both relax and concentrate more on their pleasure--I know that sounds like a contradiction. The combination of a chastised man and a strong woman yields far more sexual energy and creativity than the situation where both partners have dual responsibilities--getting and giving pleasure, being present in the moment and be absent enough to have an orgasm.

"Trust me, chastity and matriarchy help you develop a real sense of the beauty and wonder of women. My love for Sylvia has deepened in the years that we have been together. I’ve also come to love and respect the strong women who she has knitted together in her growing community of matriarchs with chastised males. I literally worship at the feet of women.

"How did you get used to doing it with men," I asked. Paul replied that "when you are horny enough anybody who provides you sexual release looks good. But seriously, this life energy that I’m talking about has no gender. I’ve learned that pleasuring a man, or receiving pleasure from a man, is just the matter of different appendages and textures, but not a difference in kind from pleasuring women. Of course, I value pleasuring a matriarch more higher than I value pleasuring a man. For me, pleasuring a strong woman honors what is best about the universe--strength, beauty, compassion--while pleasuring a man is about the single, focused pleasure sexual release. I choose not to equate the two, because I believe in my heart in matriarchy.

Paul’s eyes were shining as he told me his story. I felt a bit frightened at his intensity, but impressed nonetheless at his sense of purpose and accomplishment. I had one more question, "do you think that Jackie and I could follow this model."

"I don’t know for sure," Paul replied. "Jackie shows great promise. She is feeling the strength of her sexuality and position very keenly. Last night she even whipped me with a crop when I wasn’t paying her sufficient attention, can you believe it. (I couldn’t!) I think that she has all of the makings of a strong woman who can own and control a man or three. As for you, you are undisciplined and stubborn at the same time. You seem content to coast along in the somnolent eddies of the American middle class. Blair, I think you need to get a stronger sense of direction and purpose. But only you can tell if the path that I am on is the path for you.

"What I can tell you is that soon your more permanent chastity devices will arrive--maybe they are here already. When that happens you are going to have to make a choice whether to follow down the path with Sylvia, myself and your lovely wife. Don’t forget the many difficulties you will face. But don’t ignore the many good things that will come to you if you join us. I’ll always be here to help you. After all, if you join us we will become the shared property of each other’s wives. What do you think as you sit here today, Blair?"

I was tongue-tied, as usual. I mumbled to Paul that I appreciated his candor and strong beliefs but that I really didn’t know if I was up to becoming like him. He reassured me that he was even more at loose ends when he met Sylvia and that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Then, in a flash, he changed the subject and we started talking about guy stuff.

Soon we left the restaurant and drove around checking out some of Paul’s sources for antiques.

I arrived home about 4 p.m. Jackie had arrived before me. She said that I should check out the pleasure room that she had recently constructed. I went upstairs and saw that she had furnished the room with bottles of massage oils and the like. I noticed a drawer that was slightly ajar and peeked inside. There, lined up neatly, were a half dozen dildoes of different shapes and sizes. "My, my, my," I thought to myself. In the corner was a thin, rolled up futon. This was where I was to sleep when Jackie denied me the pleasure of sharing was was now her master bedroom.

I returned to the kitchen and gave Jackie a warm embrace. "Why waste time with those dildoes when you got me," I whispered. "And Paul too," she retorted with a smile. "At least dildoes don’t talk back," Jackie said, "and they don’t leave the toilet seat up either." I couldn’t argue with that.

Jackie announced that we were going over to Sylvia’s house--it no longer was called "Sylvia and Paul’s house," just "Sylvia’s house"--for a light supper and a "fashion show." When we arrived, Sylvia thrust an enormous gin and tonic in my hands. "Drink up, we want your inhibitions loosened tonight," she said. I saw that Paul was nursing a similar drink and had a smile on his face. Like me, Paul was in a robe that lacked a belt. I was in my chastity briefs and I could see that Paul had a more elaborate leather and metal contraption on his genitals. Unlike the early days, when she also wore a robe, Jackie now stayed fully dressed in Sylvia’s house. Supper was pleasant and uneventful. Sylvia and Jackie did most of the talking, and it was clear that they were excited about something. I felt my gin and tonic go to my head and then to my groin. I had gone a week since my last orgasm and the pressure was severe.

Paul and I washed the dishes and Sylvia and Jackie disappeared. As we were finishing up the phone rang in the kitchen. Paul answered. "Yes, of course," I heard him say. When he hung up he explained. "That was Sylvia. We are supposed to go to the living room, take off our robes, put on the blindfolds and kneel in front of the couch with our hands behind our backs. We did so and assumed our positions in front of the couch. Soon we heard the sound of the two women and the smell of leather hit our nostrils. Two hands grabbed my wrists and my wrists were placed in leather cuffs and attached behind my back.

We heard the sound to two shapely female posteriors sinking down into the couch. "Let me describe what we have here," I heard Sylvia say. "We went shopping at the leather store and came out with matching miniskirts and boots. We are wearing crotchless leather underwear and matching leather bustiers. How does that sound." The smell of the leather, mixed with perfume and the delicious mind pictures rolling around in my mind had their desired effect. I found myself blubbering about how much I wanted to see Sylvia and Jackie in their outfits.

"Here’s the deal gentleman," Sylvia said. The one who shows us the most appreciation will get to see us, and maybe get an orgasm if they are really good. The unlucky one will stay blindfolded and denied an orgasm for who knows how long." "Let’s take them out of their chastity belts," Jackie suggested, "that way we can see how much they appreciate us." "Good idea," replied Sylvia and off came our chastity devices. In there place the women snapped leather rings around the base of our cocks. Their sure hands held the leashes attached to the rings My cock rose instantly as I felt the series of small tugs on my cock.

"Now gentlemen, show us how much you appreciate us," said Sylvia. I leaned forward and for the next five minutes kissed and licked the boot that had suddenly appeared before my lips. Then the leash to my cock tugged me forward. I continued kissing and licking the top of the boots and then on to calves and up to the knees. Just as I was about to take the initiative and move to the inner thighs, the women switched. This time I was pulled away from the couch and found myself kneeling before a standing woman who pressed my nose into her leathers as she slowly turned her body in front of me. Through the leather I could feel thighs and ass and various sensual curves and I got ever more excited, kissing the tantalizing leather surfaces with increasing abandon.

Before long I was flat on my back and a warm, moist cunt descended on my face. The crotchless leather underwear parted and the labial lips protruded through the opening. I licked and probed like there was no tomorrow, hoping to win the honor of an orgasm and to see Sylvia and Jackie in their leathers. The woman on me--I think it was Jackie--began to give out guttural moans and I heard the other woman begin to get vocal as well. Soon my head was bucking back and forth and the tugs on my cock increased to a furious pace. But before the woman on my face came, she got off me with a deep sigh and the other woman took her place and we began again.

For at least a half hour the women substituted back and forth between Paul and I. We licked what seemed to be every square inch of their leather clad bodies. Always there was the strong aroma of leather, which I found especially exciting. Paul and I were in a frenzy of horniness. Because we were bound, and our mouths were largely occupied we breathed heavily through our noses like horses after a run Sweat poured off my body and my head was spinning from the effort and the effects of the gin and tonic.

A strong hand pulled my head away. I heard Sylvia say that "our two pets have both done a good job tonight, don’t you think? Jackie agreed, her breath ragged with passion. "Let’s give them both a reward, shall we?" I was gently placed on my side, my arms still bound behind me. "Open" I was told and I opened my mouth. A tube of flesh filled my mouth. Paul’s cock. I started to choke and gag but the feeling of Paul’s lips over my cock slowed me down. "Let’s take it slow and easy," I heard Sylvia say. She instructed me on how best to suck cock without choking. Soon, I was taking Paul’s full length down my throat.

"Okay pets," Sylvia said, "you have a few minutes to give each other pleasure." We got right to it and soon Paul and I were in the throes of our orgasms. I moaned in relief, swallowed some of his cum, and felt more dribble from my lips. Oh did that feel good, I thought to myself as Paul licked and kissed my cock. I tried to give him the same loving attention. Soon we were both getting hard again and our hips began pumping once again.

Sylvia broke the spell. "That’s enough for now my pets. We felt kind hands patting and caressing us. "We’re releasing your bonds" Sylvia said. "Don’t take off your blindfolds until we leave the room. You’ll have to wait for another time to see us in our new outfits. When we heard the women leave Paul and I removed our blindfolds. "Thanks Paul, I appreciated your attention a lot, " I said sheepishly with downcast eyes. He patted me on the back, "thanks to you too, let’s get cleaned up." We cleaned up our wet spots, showered and put on our robes. Sylvia and Jackie glided back into the room, our chastity devices in their hands. Sylvia locked up Paul and Jackie locked me into my chastity briefs.

"Now to bed both of you," Sylvia said. "Jackie and I want an uninterrupted evening together." Paul kneeled down and kissed Sylvia’s right toe and then did the same with Jackie. Both Sylvia and Jackie seemed to swell with power and pride as Paul said to each of them: "Thank you for your great kindness." When he stood up he nudged me and I kneeled down and did the same. I felt pretty silly, but the look of gratitude and pride on Jackie’s face was worth it.

Paul said good night and retreated to his pad in his assigned room. I trudged home through the woods and spent a fitful night on the thin futon in our pleasure room. I knew that my Jackie was spending the rest of the evening in Sylvia’s warm arms. The thought was less disturbing than the fact that in a few short weeks I was getting very used to the idea of Jackie and I sharing ourselves with other people. I was not quite ready to make the leap into the matriarchal lifestyle of Sylvia and Paul. Would I be ready when the question was put to me any day now?

To be Continued?

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