Joint Decision Making

In a Female Led Marriage, not ALL decisions are made solely by the wife....

 

From the Tumblr blog Bi Top For Cuckold Couples

“You’re much, much smaller than him.  Even when you’re at your most erect state and he’s still soft, there’s still no comparison” Michelle told the cuckold.  “And besides, you still have that nasty masturbation habit.”

The cuckold blushed with shame.  It was useless to argue.  She’d caught him masturbating numerous times and even though it had been awhile since the last time she caught him, he knew that she knew he still did it.  All he could say was “I’m sorry.”

“Well, that’s why we’ve decided to put you in chastity.”

The short piece above brings back vivid memories of my own initiation into chastity.  After we'd tried it several times before my becoming a cuckold, D had felt it (and me) were too high maintenance for it to work.  But after She began Her relationship with Karl, the decision to put me into chastity was a joint one.  It came with the caveat that suck it up and stop my complaining about it. 

I approached it more maturely and with less whining.  At the same time, we changed cages and spent more money so that I could be more comfortable.  That was more than 9 years ago.  

Love,

sissy terrie

 

Painful Memories

My first chastity device was actually a CB-3000,  a molded plastic cage that was quite popular when male chastity began it's rise in popularity decades ago.  It was clear and colorless and quite frankly, with all its little spaces capable of inflicting serious pain because of all the pinching it caused, very, very uncomfortable.  

I then graduated to the CB-6000 which, pleasing to many sissies who liked being locked, came in pink.  No less comfortable, it was the cage Diane put me in when it became time to "put up or shut up" about wanting to be in chastity.  I endured the pain and pinching but only a short while.  Diane then ordered me my first steel cage called the Jailbird.  Though still very restrictive, it was far more comfortable than the CB series.  I would be put back into the CB-3000 when there was need for me to go through metal detectors.  Instead of the little brass locks, Diane would use numbered plastic locks to keep me secure. 

Here's a photo that brings back memories of the CB-3000 and CB-6000.  I'd recognize those keys anywhere...

...as I would Diane's leather crop, which used to be Her favorite disciplinary toy in those days.  

Love,

sissy terrie

Panties & Chastity - Constant Reminders

I've had an extremely busy week which has prevented me from posting.  There's been some travel, meetings, delays, etc.  Nothing out of the ordinary for most people with real jobs but being being semi-retired and a "mostly" full time sissy hubwife to my Mistress, it's been very different for me.

Some things however are "constants" in our Wife Led Marriage, which I'm sure is true of other serious Female Led Relationships.  Along with always being obedient to Diane, here are couple of things that stand out for us:

• Panties - I wear them 24/7/365.  There are no exceptions without Her permission and it's been years since I've worn "boy" underwear.  
• Chastity - I remain in chastity even when I travel and am away from Diane.  It was hard to deal with when I first started "wearing", but over the years, it's become rather routine.

The latter was the topic of a discussion I had with my sissy sister Nancy the other day when she asked about an "emergency" escape mechanism for those times I was separated from Diane.  I explained to her that Diane has emergency situations covered.  I always emergency access to a spare key with me at all times.  The key is in a sealed envelope that has Her signature and rubber stamp across the seal.    There are several of these envelopes; one at home, one in each of our vehicles and one for me to take with me when I have to travel.  Her lover also has a key along with Her best friend Linda.  The latter two are more symbolic than anything else.

The issue of multiple keys was a bit challenging when we first bought the Holy Trainer.  Each device comes with only two keys that align with the device's locking mechanism.  Diane wasn't able to order additional matching keys.  Fortunately, She found a locksmith who could replicate the keys and the problem was solved.  She ordered 10 new ones.

When I asked Her why so many She just shrugged Her shoulders and said "you never know..."  Other than the keys I listed above, the extra ones are locked in our home safe and "secured" in the same way the others are.

She's got Her bases covered pretty well, and Her sissy secured.  

Love,

sissy cuckold terrie 👄

Chastity Check

You know you're a cuckold when your Wife's Bull checks to see if you're in your chastity device as soon as he walks through the door. 

 

Love,

 

sissy terrie

Lovingly Locked

 I used to be able to do this...

Not so much anymore...

At least not without Her permission.

Love

sissy terrie 💓

Male Chastity - Comfort & Compliance

It's unlikely you're going to find the chastity belt that works best for you with your first purchase. Most of us spend more money than we should in search of that perfect fit. We start out with a cheap "knock off" because we don't want to waste money if we're not going to be serious about a chastity lifestyle.  But the cheap devices are so uncomfortable we're likely to get discouraged before giving chastity a chance.  

I've been in all of these devices and a couple others I gave away.   In many ways it was a trial and error process.   

Of those shown the most comfortable is the Holy Trainer (far left) and what I'm currently wearing followed by The Jailbird (middle).  The least comfortable was the CB-6000 (second from the right).

Realistically, when it comes to chastity as a lifestyle, some level of comfort matters if you're going to reap its benefits or reach the goals your keyholder might have in mind.  

Here's something from the long time blog Astonished by Her:

 Oh Lock Me, Boss Woman, Mother Woman

 

One law of Matriarchy

if i'm kept from masturbation, 

i'm more compliant.

i become more affiliated with Gynarchy.

Her needs, Her orders find home in my body.

Her stature grows, 

Her whims are honored.

The picture and prose resonate with me.   I'm also kept from masturbation unless it's in Her presence and I'm very compliant.  Nearly six and a half years will do that to you.

I'm happy honoring Her and Her whims.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

Panty Poll Peek

Reminder:  Voting closes at 7 AM tomorrow morning on last week's "Panty Poll."  If you haven't voted yet there's still time.

Here's a hint of what's in store for this week's poll which will start tomorrow morning....

Here's something cute I thought I'd share from back in the day when most chastity devices weren't metal detector friendly!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

Limitations

We hosted Mistress' lover Karl last night.  Mistress had a long week and was deserving of whatever She wanted last night.  I wasn't upset that, having not seen Karl in more than a week, She wanted to spend some time alone with him.

The sounds emanating from the master bedroom aroused me.  So much so that I really wanted to touch myself.

 

I opted not to.  Chastity would have prevented any real pleasure, so I just thought about the two of them together.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

The Monday Pantie

How many of you are old enough to remember "Day of the Week Panties?"

Collectively, they made a very soft and sensual statement about one's femininity.  I love the photo.  I've always blushed when hanging my panties outdoors to dry and think my face would turn an even deeper shade of red if the days of the week were daintily embroidered on each one of them!

Oh, and let's not forget today is "Blue Monday." 

 

Just thinking, what if...

 ...Mistress allowed me to have a "Cage of the Week?"  That could be problematic.

Love,

sissy terrie 💝

Sharing the Cuckold's Chastity

A short and true story.  It takes a very high level of trust to share certain things... 

                                                             Memories

“Can you guess what hotel we’re in?”

The text from Her Lover posed the question.  It was around 4 in the afternoon, the sun shining on the city skyline.  They were likely at the Crowne Plaze just a few blocks from their offices.

 

It was also the sight where the three of us had met a few months earlier.  Sitting in the hotel’s lobby bar, I had to humble myself and ask Him to make love to my Wife.  She’d obviously prepped Him ahead of time and not surprisingly He asked me why.  I told him about my inability to please Her during “regular” sex and once again, He wanted more information.  One question led to another and before long I went through all of my sexual inadequacies.

After extracting more than His pound of flesh, He glanced Her way and She reached into Her purse and took out “the key” and handed it to Him.

“He has a key now” She said.  “Don’t worry.  It’s not THE key.  I still have mine.  But now, you have another keyholder.”

In an instant, my chastity cage felt much tighter. 

Now months later, He was with my wife in a room at the same hotel, doing exactly what I had asked Him to do.

Love,

sissy terrie 💘

Messy Memories

I've been in chastity for more than six years.  At least for us, it's worked out very well.  It certainly isn't for everyone and it takes effort on both parties, the key holder and the party who's locked.

I still have very fond memories of the days when I wasn't in some type of cage.  Slipping into a pretty pair of panties would often lead to a slow and sensual arousal.  Often I couldn't control myself, have an "accident" and have to change into another pair of panties.

 Chastity changed all that.  Over the past six years those "accidents" have been a very rare occurrence.

Love,

 

sissy terrie 👄

Celebrating Chastity

Today is International Male Chastity Day and as I reflected on my own chastity and what I would share with my readers today I realized that this I'm on my seventh year in chastity.  That's right, I've celebrated seven of these days while locked!  My chastity anniversary is January 1, 2015 and admittedly, the first couple of years I had no idea January 14th was such a special day for those of us who are enjoying the confines of various cages.  

I've been through several devices before settling on the Holy Trainer (in "baby pink") no less...

A Gurly Space for the Feminine Male -Terrie

 

And the folks over at Holy Trainer have been great to deal with.  They're celebrating today with a special invitation form:

Commit yourself to this initiative and invite your partner to participate in the day of male chastity. Send your spouse an invitation card and information on the purpose of the day and indicate, by sending this invitation, that you wish to participate in your own way to the "International Male Chastity Day".

Go ahead and invite someone here.

My gurlfriend Angelina is also locked today.  Hidden behind her pretty pink panties is what looks like a CB-6000 with a plastic numbered lock.  

Fallen Naughty Girl - Angelina

 

I used to love those numbered locks.  I'm a little disappointed that they don't fit on my Holy Trainer :(

There are a wide range of benefits to being in chastity and it evokes different emotions in each of us.  I'd love to devote some time here in the future on that very subject with some input from readers.  But for now let me leave you with one thing that Angelina and me love about being locked.

It forces us to sit to pee.  Just like real girls.

Love,

sissy terrie 💖

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 4 - Kelly Takes Control

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.  While finding some panties stuffed into my Christmas stocking every year, Mistress never ceases to surprise me with some that just make my heart flutter!

I also want to apologize for messing up the setting for folks leaving comments.  I found several that were awaiting moderation, which was never my intent.  It should be fixed now.  Let me know if I deserve a spanking or something similar.

Today's post is Part 4 of Nancy's "A Different Kind of Chastity" and this one made my heart skip a beat when I got to the end.  Even made me a little green with envy...enjoy!

love,

sissy terrie 💓

 A Different Kind of Chastity - Kelly & Me

I slept well after that release.  It was one thing to jerk off, but playing with myself while sniffing Kelly's panties was nothing compared to a prolong session of pussy worship.  I woke up with the scent of her lingering on my face.  I looked over at her and loved her even more.  Could I desire her and fer her at the same time?

I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her, put on my robe and slippers and stepped quietly out of the bedroom to begin my workday in my home office.  The pandemic had us both working from home.  Lost in a flurry of details, I didn't hear her come into my office mid-morning.

    Kelly: "I have some Zoom calls.  Important calls, but before they start, we need to discuss a few things."  Even though we were working form home, she was dressed in a business suit, heels, stockings, black skirt and a teal silk blouse.

    Me: "Okay."

    Kelly: "Take off the robe.  Drop the boxers."

    Me: I really did not think she had been entirely serious yesterday, thought maybe she was just teasing me, but she looked dead serious today.  I dropped the robe to the floor and stepped out of the boxers.  Kelly sat on the sofa holding the black lace panties she'd worn yesterday. 

   

    Kelly: (handing me the panties) "Sniff them. Smell me."

    Me: Of course I did it, and of course I could not stop my cock from growing which she of course noted.

    Kelly: (Laughing).  "You are so easy.  If only I had realized this earlier in our marriage.  How things would have need different."  he gestured for me to return her panties to her.  "Okay, Rule One, starting today we have separate clothes hampers and you are not to touch my soiled panties, stockings or bras without my permission.  Smelling my scent will be a reward, not something you steal.  Understand?"

    Me: "Yes.  Sorry Kelly."

    Kelly: "Rule Two:  No masturbation.  I have been doing some research about how wives manage this with their husbands.   Did you know that there are a number of devices out there to lock up penises so men can play with themselves?"

    Me: (Suddenly incredibly nervous) "Yes, I did know that, but I don't think.."

    Kelly: "I really don't care what you think, and we may need to go that route in the future, but we are going to start with an honor system.  This is how it will work.  Twice a day, each morning and evening, you will stand before me naked as the day you were born.  I will conduct a short interview.  You know that I can tell when you are lying."

    Me: I put a hand up, "But Kelly..."

    Kelly: "But nothing, You've been selfish for too long.  If you have any hope of ever tasting my pussy again or being allowed access to my panties, you will do just as I say."  She wanted for me to nod acknowledgement.  "I will reward your compliance with treats.  Maybe a pair of my soiled panties on your pillow, or a session of supervised masturbation, perhaps a taste of pussy - we'll see - but your wanton, wasteful, selfish ejaculations are done.  Done forever.  I will decide when or if you spurt."

    Me: "Yes, Kelly.  I am sorry, but..."

    Kelly:  She put a finger to her lips.  "This isn't a discussion, Tom.  You've demonstrated that you can't control your penis.  I'm taking control of it."  She reached out and gave it a disdainful swat.  "One more thing. I have spoken to the manager of the intimate apparel department at the JC Penney store at the mall.  She is expecting you at 11:00 a.m.  Her name is Madeline."

    Me:  "Kelly, please really?  Can't you go yourself? What am I supposed to get?"

    Kelly:  "I've given Madeline the list.  Turns out she has quite a bit of experience helping men."  She handed me the panties she'd worn yesterday.  "Since you love my panties so much, I want you to wear these to the mall.  They'll be a bit tight, but that will keep you focused."    

To be continued... 

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 3

It's Saturday morning of Christmas week and I hope those of you in the Northeast are digging out for the heavy snowfall.  Having spent most of our lives living and working there, both of us miss the beauty of a fresh snowfall around Christmas, but don't miss all the inconvenience and work it brings with it.

Today we feature the third part of my sissy sister Nancy's lovely story.  Nancy's wife Kelly deals with the "masturbation problem" and takes matters into her own hands....

Enjoy!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

 

She knew me so well. She knew that both my eyes and my cock were like a barometer for the truth, like lie detectors. I couldn’t lie to her without her knowing, not when she could see or feel the response of my penis. I stood by the bed waiting, knowing only that she told me that we were going to have “a little talk” about my “masturbation problem” and my “selfishness.” I was naked and my penis had shriveled as though it wanted to hide from her. I heard the toilet flush, stood up straight, clasped my hands in front of me in a foolish effort at modesty, and waited – surprisingly nervous even though I’d known her for over thirty years.

She entered the bedroom wearing only the black camisole she had on earlier. No panties. She ignored me as she got into bed and arranged several pillows against the headboard. I couldn’t help but notice that, in one hand, she held the pink Wand massager I’d gotten her for an anniversary gift a few years ago. We’d played with it a few times – then I thought it was discarded into a bedside stand drawer. She flipped the switch on the Wand, clenched it between her legs, and reached for my flaccid penis. She held it firmly with her right hand as she sat back against the pillows.

Kelly: “Would it surprise you to learn that you are not the only one around here that masturbates?”

Me: (I could feel my cock growing in her hand.) “Yes. I didn’t think…”

Kelly: “You didn’t think I finished myself after you left me wanting all those nights? After you selfishly shot your load when I had hardly gotten started –after you rolled over and started snoring?”

Me: “Kelly, I, …” She took her hand from my penis and squeezed my balls. Hard! “Ouch!”

Kelly: “I am not looking for excuses. I want honest answers, and I want obedience.” She  put her hand back on my cock, stroked it a few times. “Look me in the eyes. Stay focused. Answer my questions. How often have you been jerking yourself off?”

Me: I wanted to look away, wanted to pretend it was less, but I knew she would know if I didn’t tell the truth….  “Mostly every day. Some days twice.” She didn’t flinch at the answer, held my cock firmly, gave it a squeeze.

Kelly: “So naughty. So little control, such a little boy.” She shook her head, pursed her lips. “And sniffing my panties, taking them from the hamper? Every time?”

Me: “Usually, yes.”

Kelly: “The other times?”

Me: I was so embarrassed I could hardly speak. She grabbed my balls again and squeezed. I answered but couldn’t look at her when I said it. “There have been a few times, just a few, that I did it into one of your bras.”

Kelly: “My, my, this is worse than I thought.” She gave my cock a few more strokes and I thought I was going to cum. “One more question and then you are going to suck me off, would you say that it is fair to say that you are addicted to the scent of my pussy.”

Me: “Without a doubt.”

Kelly: She shut off the Wand and set it aside. “Get between my legs and show me.”

Me: I hurried into position and enthusiastically began. All of my senses were filled with her. I was surrounded with pussy. I was in heaven. She began to taunt me. “Put your tongue as deep as you can get it because, remember, your tiny penis will never, ever, ever, again enter me.” I felt it start, tried to stop it. “Such a pathetic pussy-whipped masturbator with a tiny penis that isn’t capable of fucking women.” My groin bucked, my penis convulsed, and I had an accident. We both knew immediately what happened.

Kelly: yelling. “You are so selfish. That’s it. I was trying to be nice.” She sat up, pushed me aside and pointed at the large wet spot on the sheet. “Yuck. Start licking this up while I take care of things myself.” She reached for the Wand. “Tomorrow we start your new set of rules.”

Ashamed, I did as she commanded, and with the taste of my own semen in my mouth I knew that she had tricked me into demonstrating (again) how inadequate I was. I listened to the whirr of her Wand, to her moaning, and eventually to her crying out in an ecstasy that she gave herself.

To be continued....

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 2

Last Saturday I posted a the first part of my sissy friend Nancy's story about her own chastity journey.  Over the next several Saturdays, you'll get a chance to read a new segment until it reaches its beautiful "climax."  Try not to be naughty gurls and touch yourselves while reading it ok?  I know it's hard but we can do it if we try.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

 Part II - A Different Kind of Chastity

She put her wine glass down and dropped her finger from the side of her black lace panties so that the thin fabric slipped back over her pussy. I could see the dark outline of her special place through her panties. I wanted her, wanted to smell her, taste her. I felt her looking at me, watching. She scooted forward on the chair, opened her legs wide, put both of her hands on the back of my head, and pulled my head into her.

Kelly: “Breathe. Smell me. Imagine how wonderful it would be to be allowed to put your penis inside me.”

Surrounded by her powerful scent, my pants still down at my knees, I inhaled deeply, and reached for my cock. Immediately, I felt her hands on my hair and she jerked my head back.

Kelly: “Hands off. Did I tell you that you could play with it?”

Me: (Startled) “No, I, ah…”

Kelly: “You’ve taken far too many liberties with that thing of yours for too long. Selfish liberties. You asked what you could do for me? You want to have more sex?

Me: “Yes, I…

She put a finger to her lips. “Shh!” She hitched up her skirt, reached under it, slid off her panties and glared at me.

Kelly: “Stand up.” When I complied, she handed me her panties. “I know what you’ve been doing with my panties from the hamper, so don’t try to tell me you haven’t.” She opened her legs exposing her pussy. My eyes immediately focused there. “Look me in the eyes, not at my cunt,” she demanded, “And I want the truth. I found a pair of my soiled panties in your jeans pocket, and I know you’ve been rummaging through the laundry. I want you to show me what you’ve been doing.”

I held her panties in my hand, tried hard to look her in the eyes.

Kelly: “Come on,” she commanded, “Show me what nasty shameful things you do with my panties when I’m not around.”

I slowly raised them to my face, opened the waist band and slipped them over my head with the gusset on my nose. Ashamed, I closed my eyes.

Kelly: “Look at me.” Amused, she shook her head, smiled. “Then I supposed you jerk off. Do you get another pair to pleasure yourself?”

I looked away. She was right. I’d been doing it for some time, had gotten careless.

Me: “Y-y-yes.”

Kelly: “Is this how a husband should behave? Going around behind his wife’s back sniffing her panties and masturbating like a teenager?”

Me: “I, I…”

Kelly: “Take those panties off your head. You look ridiculous. Kneel and get in front of my pussy. You may look, not touch.”

I did as she asked, quick as I could, my entire body trembled. My cock was rock hard and twitching. Her pussy was glistening wet. She spread her lips with her fingers.

Kelly: “Things are going to change. No more masturbating. None! And your little penis will NEVER enter me again. Never.” She paused to let that sink in, inserted a finger deep inside as if to demonstrate what I would be losing.“It is obvious that you can not control your penis. From this day forward I am taking control of it. I know you love my pussy, so I shall teach you to be a world class pussy eater. And since you seem to have such a thing for my panties, we are going to have to do something about that as well. Now, get in the bedroom and wait for me by the side of the bed. I will be in shortly. We need to have a little discussion about your penis and this masturbation habit of yours."

To be continued....