My true story - Pussywhipped

Usually I'd be far too lazy to write something for a site. I'm more of a reader, browser, scanner type. But since this site has helped so much and provided invaluable resources and literature, I feel I owe something back.

The events leading to my living a totally chaste life controlled by my beautiful wife are probably not that dissimilar to many others, but what is amazing is that in the space of 3 months, our lives and marriage have totally changed and our new lifestyle has breathed a renewed passion and electricity into our marriage.

Let me take you back a bit. We've been married for almost 6 years (but were living together 8 years before that), we're both 33 years old. I have always had a desire for the kinkier side of sex, and have always tried to convince my reluctant wife to get involved. In our early years I managed to get her to occasionally agree to a bit of very light bondage and dressing up, with the occasional light spanking. She's not dominant by nature and found it hard to become a high heeled wearing, whip wielding goddess. She's a caring, nurturing person and was not comfortable with female domination. I had always harboured desires for chastity, and nothing turned me on more than the thought of a one, beautiful woman having total control of my penis, my orgasms and my sexual release. Shortly after getting married, in fact on our honeymoon, I told my wife about this fantasy - and tried to convince her that I wanted my penis to belong to her and only her, I didn't want to wear a wedding ring, but rather wanted to wear a chastity device and give her the only key. A symbol that I felt was the perfect way to begin married life together - a symbol of trust and total fidelity. She listened and nodded, but I could see the idea didn't mean anything to her, I could tell she thought I was weird. I had laid my deepest desires out, but she wasn't interested. She would change the subject, or ignore my suggestions.

I had married a gorgeous woman, who I adored and wanted to worship in ways that she couldn't understand. She would occasionally indulge my foot fetish and allow me to kiss or cum on her unbelievably beautiful feet, but not often. So after years of attempting and failing to get her into the things I was into, I gave up trying and accepted the fact that my fantasies would only live on as pure fantasies, and would be the stuff of masturbation. That was 6 years ago.

As the years went on, we had a child and then two years later another one. Our relationship was strong, but only in a friendship kind of way. We love our children to bits, but they are demanding and eat up all free time. I loved my family, and had come to accept that I was as far away as possible from ever realising my ultimate fantasy of having a beautiful, dominant woman control my penis. Our sex life had become pretty non-existent. I would masturbate regularly, on average 5-10 times a week (which is what I've been doing since I was 14 years old). We would have sex about once a month. It was always great. We never went to bed together. We never kissed and cuddled. Foreplay would always lead to sex and I would always cum. At the age of 33, we had the kind of sex life I thought we'd only have when we reached 70.

And then two months ago. After my wife had gone to bed. I was masturbating, as usual when I decided this has got to stop. I was stuck in a rut, and didn't even enjoy jerking off anymore. It had become a bad habit. A 19 year long, 8 a week, habit. So, just as an experiment for myself, I decided to quit my habit and see how long it would last. The first few days went by, and then some interesting things began to happen - I began to feel more energetic, more inspired, optimistic about life, more patient with my daughter and more motivated by my work. I was also feeling horny, but as difficult as it was I denied myself. Then the unexpected happened, almost as though she could sense the build up of testosterone in me, my wife began noticing me in ways she hadn't for years. We began playfully brushing up against each other, kissing, hugging and talking. Maybe I was being more responsive and affectionate than usual, maybe she was sensing something from my libido. After all that's how nature is wired - opposite sexes send out smoke signals to each other. My problem was, I had been using up all my smoke everyday.

It had been about a week since I had last ejaculated. A personal record. Passion was building between my wife and I. I hadn't told her I had abstained. (She knew that I masturbated but had no idea how often). We were kissing and fondling, when she went down on me to give me a blow-job (something that hadn't happened for a long time). It felt so good, and I so desperately wanted to shoot my week's worth of cum into her mouth. But as I was about to, something made me stop and pull out of her mouth. She looked up confused, and asked what's wrong. I told her I didn't want to cum. I explained that for the first time in 19 years I hadn't cum for a week, and what a difference it had made to every little thing in my life. She immediately agreed and said she had noticed how much energy, patience and passion I had recently. She also admitted to sensing a kind of electricity between us that hadn't been there for a long time. By now we were sitting down having a conversation - the first real, deep one in months. I was totally open and honest with her. I confessed about my chronic masturbation. She had always thought that when she went to bed I was working or watching tv - I told her I did do those things but always, always had a wank too. I was open to the point of telling her I would masturbate over porn on the internet (usually involving female domination), or something on tv or a magazine. She was surprised and a bit pissed off. Now that she compared my attitude and behaviour of the past week to how I usually am she instantly made the connection and fully realised that not cumming makes me a better person in all ways. "Well, its simple" she said - "you just won't cum anymore, and when you do it will be with me". I told her I wanted that, but there was no way in hell I'd be able to have the self control to abstain. I managed to get through this past week as an experiment, but I'm weak - all men are - and eventually I'd cave in and return to my old habit. She understood how weak men are but said she liked me the way I had been this past week and always wanted me like that. "Well," I replied "we discussed this a long time ago and you weren't keen on the idea, but the only way to ensure that I only cum when you allow me to is if I'm locked in a chastity device and you keep the key". Nothing could have prepared me for her response, I totally expected her to shrug her shoulders or shake her head or make an excuse to stop having this conversation or walk away. But what she did at that moment, would change our lives completely, without hesitation she replied: "get one and I'll lock you in it". I could tell from the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice that she was serious. She had liked the husband I had been for the past week. She was pissed off about how often I masturbated. She knew if she held the key to my penis I would never have an affair. This wasn't about kinky sex or female domination - to her this was about having the husband she had always hoped I'd be (and like my fantasises - had also given up). When she ordered me to get a chastity device, a shivery tingly feeling past through my body. I knew our lives were going to change.

I got onto the net that night and ordered a CB-3000. I also downloaded loads of literature and personal experience stories from this site. Invaluable. My wife read them. She could relate to many of them. All those years ago when I hopelessly used to try get her into any kind of S&M activity she dismissed it as a kinkiness that she wasn't into. But since then, she had matured - she realised that even the best marriages grow stale, and if it meant locking her husband's penis in a cage in order to have a partner that will respect, adore and worship his wife (not to mention doing the shopping, cleaning, gardening, massaging - and a hundred other things that a family with 2 kids have to do) - then she would do it.

She reminded me that this new lifestyle, was purely about controlling my orgasms and was not about dressing up, whipping, spanking or female domination. Although I was silently disappointed, I agreed with her - I couldn't expect miracles now could I? Anyway having a Goddess as beautiful as my wife in charge of my penis would be a dream come true for me.

The CB-3000 arrived fast. And as fast as it arrived, so was it put on me. My wife wasted no time in ordering me to put it on. She wasn't interested in any of the advice that tells you to try it for a few hours and see how it fits. She wanted it on me, and she wanted it on right away. I put everything in place as she watched, I then knelt on the floor as she sat on our bed. I was expecting a discussion or a laying out of rules. She didn't hesitate in snapping the padlock shut, patting my encased member and walking off with the key. I wasn't at all prepared for the feeling that washed over me as she snapped that padlock shut. All at once, and sooner than expected - fantasy had become reality. And that was it. There was a distinct reality about that little clicking sound. A part of me had thought the chastity device would sit in its box for weeks before I convinced my wife to give it a try. I never dreamt she would demand it on so fast. And with that click came a glimpse of my new life. My penis and my orgasms would now truly belong to her, and only her. I had a minor panic attack as I realised my masturbation days were completely over. I would never, ever cum again without my wife's permisiion. All of these thoughts rushed through me, a mix of fear and excitement - and in all of this I had never felt more love for my wife than at that moment.

In the week that followed I got to express my love for my wife in many ways. She asked me to massage her every night, give her foot rubs, clean the house, do the shopping. I would lick and kiss her pussy for hours. A pussy that tasted like honey. She would sit on my face and slide up and down. I would put my tongue up her beautiful ass. I pampered her, worshipped her and loved her. As the days passed, there was a playfulness and naughtiness between us. We had a secret. We would go out for dinner or to bars to talk about our new lifestyle. She would always look fantastic. High heels. We'd go shopping for clothes for her, shoes, underwear. At night I would either be told to massage her or perform oral. Sometimes we just lie and kiss and cuddle. Most nights we do go to bed together. If not, then its when I actually do work.

That first week was unbelievable. Whenever I asked my wife when I would be allowed to cum, she would just shrug and say: "we'll see". She would occasionally set a date, but most of the time would change her mind on the night, either saying she was too tired or didn't feel like it. She wasn't playing a game or being a bitch on purpose (something I would gladly accept) she has just realised that this was all about her and what she wants - and is not about me or what I want. Simple as that. So for her it was easy, either she felt like letting me cum or not (which is most of the time). And if not, then she would have me massage her or go to sleep and I would lie next to her as hard as a rock, locked into my cage, fantasising about my goddess of a wife who I had now come to worship with all my soul.

When she does let me cum, it's unlike anything I have ever felt. The first time was after about 10 days of being locked up. She sat on my face, my tongue was up her pussy and my nose up her ass. She was sitting straight up (with her exquisite posture), she was squeezing my nipples while I was rubbing my cock. I came fast, I exploded. The cum sprayed everywhere, in a way it had never done before. My orgasm was intense and long. Better than any I had ever had. But afterwards the post-orgasm blues set in, I felt lethargic and tired - and that deep, longing towards my wife had been diluted, and she could sense it. This frustrated me - obviously I still loved and adored her, but something wasn't right, the electricity had fizzled. Is man such a fickle, one dimensional being? That all of his mojo and passion is contained in his cum. I guess so. That's what the findings of Buddism, monks, tantric sex, priests, rabbis, boxers - your seed is the seed of life, and the life in you is in it.

It took a few days for me to get it back. My wife was patient, she was also learning how a man is wired. She was keen for the domesticated, wife worshipping, agreeable, non-aggressive hubby to return. Just as we were discovering the truth about men, so was my wife discovering some truths about herself. She really took to this new lifestyle. She began noticing how her friend's husbands were, how they didn't treat their wives with the respect they should, how they stay up late to work on the computer or read or watch tv (yeah, right!). My wife now knows the truth about men, and this has empowered her. With each day that went by and my testosterone levels increased, so did her power. She was becoming more assertive. Looking incredibly desirable, her dress sense had always been excellent but she was enjoying dressing sexily (in a stylish, trendy way). She had also become more assertive with people around her. Her dominant side was starting to shine through. And she had never been sexier or more desirable.

She decided that this was to be our new permanent lifestyle. She owned my penis. Controlled my orgasms. She also decided that she preferred me when I hadn't cum and therefore she wanted to see how long she could push me between allowing me to cum. She told me that she would add a week on each time. We had just done our first week, and already she had decided she liked life this way and wanted to see what my threshold was. I must admit I was taken aback by her decision, I tried to argue and reason that maybe a week extra each time was a bit harsh and that we should maybe try a day. She just smiled and said: "Its not your decision to make".

Unfortunately that 2 week period didn't go well. About 10 days in I got a kind of flu, and on my release day although I came and enjoyed it - I wasn't very well. I also complained and grumbled to my wife (during my post-orgasm blues) that 2 weeks had been too long. In her good natured way, she accepted this and said maybe it was. She then waited for me to get better, which was followed by a weekend where by she allowed me to cum 3 times. Once on her feet, once inside her and once kneeling in front of her while looking into her eyes. A couple of days later she gave me a blow job. So I came 4 times in a week. Although ecstatic at her generosity, I began to fear that our new life style was coming to an end.

I travel quite a lot, and spend at least 3 nights away every month. My wife ensures that I am locked up when I travel. She uses the plastic tags, now she doesn't like wasting them so when I return home she leaves me in. I have now been locked up for almost a week. My deep passion for my wife is as strong as ever, I cannot get enough of her and would love to worship her all day. But the demands of having a demanding career and two kids kind of interfere with all day Goddess worship. I find I am at my most electric when she teases me, something she is getting better and better at. Whether it's a quick kiss or she'll grab my balls or she'll make me sniff her g-string or flash her crotch at me or pinch my nipple and many more delightful teases.

A couple of weeks ago we were lying in bed reading a woman's fashion magazine. There was a glossy photo shoot and in one of the shots the model was holding a riding crop. I passed the comment that my wife would look great holding one of those and it would make a nice accessory. Then a few days later, a milestone occurred, she sent a text message to my mobile phone, that said the following: "Go buy me a riding crop now!". I got hard as I read it, my head went dizzy and I would've masturbated right away if I weren't locked up.

I bought her two riding crops. A traditional one and a 1 metre long dressage whip. I figured I was pushing my luck with the dressage whip. But to my utter amazement she actually preferred this one.

For the past two nights I have received a whipping from my spectacular, gorgeous, Goddess of a wife. From a young age I had always fantasised about being whipped and humiliated by a beautiful woman, but never thought it would ever become a reality. And the reality is even better than the fantasies, because until a whip actually smacks your ass you can never know the incredible rush that this brings. Endorphins are released. The sharp sting is followed by a warm rush which is comforting and tingly. And then the anticipation. Not knowing when the next one will fall, or how hard it will be. My wife held back on that first night as she found it hard to hurt someone she loved, I explained that this was the furtherest thing from hurting me, pain and pleasure are so closely connected and for me there are few greater physical pleasures than kneeling in front of her while she whips by her. But she was disappointed the following day when she noticed the whip marks from the previous night had disappeared. That night, she decided to leave a lashing that would last. She looked stunning in a g-string, shiny black boots and a PVC jacket. She whipped me hard, about 30 times. She then took off my chastity device and told me to kneel in front of her and cum on her boots. It took me about 10 seconds to cum, and the orgasm was one of the best I'd ever had. Here I was living out a fantasy I never thought would ever come true.

The best thing of all is that my wife regularly admits that she now enjoys this way of life. She loves having an attentive and loving husband. Her approach to chastity and punishment is interesting and unexpected. She has decided that I will remain locked up until she decides to allow me to cum, obviously I am expected to behave, be helpful and worship her - that's a given, but the actual times that I am allowed to cum are for her to decide on a whim. As for whippings, she gives me these as rewards. Which I think is a very clever approach. She knows I love her to whip me, if she were to only whip me as punishment then I would be behaving badly in order to get whipped - and that would go against the whole philosophy. So I get whipped as a reward. And the depending on what I do to deserve the rewards, the greater the whippings will be. For example, we went shopping the other day, my wife made me buy her three pairs of shoes for her beautiful feet - in return, that night I got 10 lashings per pair. I'm now saving up to buy diamonds!

My Goddess also recently told me to buy her some dildos. I bought her a 7 inch, platinum rabbit - as well as a locking mouth gag with dildo extension (for me to wear over my mouth while she fucks my face). The gag hasn't arrived yet. But the rabbit has.

We're going away, just the two of us for a few nights in 3 weeks time to a very luxurious and expensive health spa. My wife deserves to be pampered and spoilt. She is keeping me locked up until then, and said maybe she'll let me cum on the last night there. She plans on taking her rabbit with her and putting it to plenty use. She also warned me that she wants a relaxing time while we are away, and since the kids won't be there to keep her from relaxing, she doesn't want me to disturb her relaxation either, and since I won't be cumming she knows I will want to worship her a lot, therefore when she wants alone time she will leave me in the chastity device, lock the penis gag over my mouth, put a pair of her knickers over my nose and lock me in the closet of our luxurious hotel room suite while she goes for a 2 hour beauty treatment, or has a nap. Oh, and before she locks me away she will gave me an extreme whipping so I have something to think about while I'm confined in that closet.

I couldn't believe my luck as she told me these things, my cock was rock hard and butterflies were going crazy in my stomach. She was in control, no doubt about it, and it suited her - there was a superior glow about her that made her look even more stunning. I can honestly say, I have never been so excited for a holiday in my life. I feel like the luckiest guy alive, to have such a beautiful wife who I can give so much to and receive so much in return.

Based on our new chastity lifestyle my Goddess having realised that I am a far better husband when I'm not allowed to cum combined with the fact that a well proportioned dildo can satisfy her better than my little cock, and that we're not going to be having any more children led her to the following conclusion. She lay in the bath as I knelt next to it occasionally gazing longingly at her professionally groomed pussy, my ass still boasting whip marks from the night before. She smiled sexily and waved goodbye to my rock hard, caged penis as she said these words: "Your cock is now redundant and you're pussywhipped."

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