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298 – Struggling

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i am struggling.

i am thinking about how crazy, silly, absurd, and strange my chastity belt fascination is.

David is out of town. For a total of 5-days, from Saturday (yesterday) to Wednesday. Today is just Sunday, 1-day into his trip. And maybe i am just missing him or maybe i am crazy or maybe i am just being a brat…. but…. i am struggling a lot.

When David left, he told me to put on the old belt, like how i wrote about, where i said within a few short hours it was sooooo uncomfortable that i was able to take it off.

David then said to put on the new belt and only take it off to poop. i did. i put on the new belt.

And it has now been on for 24-hours, minus the few minutes to poop this morning. Things are all good physically, without chafing or stretches or itching, or anything.

But i am struggling mentally.

i told David this whole thing is stupid. Me wearing it, feeling like it’s needed, acting like it is a better way… is all stupid. And that makes ME stupid too.

There’s a reason why most people, in their sane mind, don’t wear chastity belts. Sane people are ….well…. sane.

And i wonder if i am insane. i must be!

Whyyyyy else would i think this was a good idea?!

i told David all this and he said i was just freaking out unnecessarily and this is good for me.

He then proceeded to give me some reasons why i wear this belt….

1) i am more submissive when i wear it. (Which is true actually!). Every time i wear it, my “brat attitude,” evaporates and is replaced with the proper respectful ways.

In fact, last week i smarted off to David and he responded with, “do you have the belt on?” Of course, i did NOT.

2) wearing a CB may be different from other people, but it fits me. Literally and figuratively. He said i need to “just be me.” And i guess that’s true too.

The belt calms me in ways i can’t explain. i know having the control taken away from me is a good thing and helps me to relax.

3) Then he said i ought to blog about this stress i am having, that i would feel better. He was right about that too.

This blog brings me peace. i can’t talk about these INSANE and STUPID things i do with anyone in my real life. But i can talk about and be ME here to you.

And lastly, he said i would be in trouble if i take it off as i do not have permission to do so. i want to take it off, to be “sane.” But, i like what it does for me AND David. And i don’t want my butt to be torn up either.

i’m really not sure i am sane. But that’s ok. Because i am with my Sir, who loves me dearly … just as i am. Insane or not.

So now i am off to bed….. in my belt.

Hugs,

Marie

297 – Without further ado… Fancy Steel belt review

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So i have made you wait for several weeks now to get this review…. And you’ve waited very patiently indeed. i didn’t mean to make you wait, but like anything, first impressions may not tell the whole story. So i wanted to get to know the belt better before offering an opinion and now i can.

i write all this as i am here in-belt. i spent more time in belt now than out. i rather like it this way too. i will probably write an entire post sometime on the mental aspects of wearing a Chastity Belt in a world that most would see this as some perverted, insane, crazy thing. As you probably surmise, i do not share those same views (or else i would not wear it).

Here’s my thoughts…

Overall rating….

i am giving my Fancy Steel new, permanent, fitted, and very expensive Chastity Belt (CB) an ……overall rating: 9 out of 10.

Woo hoo! Mission accomplished, great job, kudos! (And the 1-point missing can and is expected to be fixed. i’ll explain further too.)

The ultimate 1-missing-point is not about the belt, but about the ordering and receipt process.

What needs to be fixed?

i am sure you want to know about this first. So i’ll just start here.

In a previous post, you saw a texting exchange between me and David where he mentioned the belt needing to “be fixed.” And this is also the reason for the 9 instead of a 10 rating.

When you read the word “fixed,” it implies that something is “broken,” but that’s not quite the case here. While the CB is in need of an adjustment to be made, it’s not actually broken either.

When the CB arrived, i immediately realized it did not have a rear opening to allow me to defecate while in belt. Instead, it was a solid rear cable extending from the dome shield over the vulva to the waistband.

Here’s a picture (from the Fancy Steel website) of what i got….

Without the rear opening, the belt must be removed to go poop, or else have a bigggggg mess to deal with. i’m not into messy (and thankfully neither is David), which means…. The belt comes off for that purpose. Which ultimately means, i have a key. Which ultimately means, it’s not working as intended.

i have NO clue why someone would spend this much money and wait this long for a belt that can’t be entirely used for the chastity purpose of taking away all their control, where another person is the key holder. But. i assume there is someone somewhere who would want this. But. No me.

The CB can still be used for its purpose, but only for short term fun.

While i can get on board with short term fun, and i am sure that’s what many do, what doesn’t add up for me is then why would someone spend THIS much money on the belt and not just go get a cheap(er) one if short term fun is their goal?! If it’s only going to be used in short time blocks, maybe say out to dinner and home again, then spend less money and DEFINITELY wait less time for its arrival.

In my opinion, the only time someone would spend 4-digits ($1,000 +) on a chastity belt would be for long term, serious wear, orgasm and physical control, and intense fun. And to do that, it MUST HAVE A REAR OPENING.

Well, also from their site, are a few pics of the rear opening of what i wanted:

These pictures are from the FS website and within the section regarding the belt i anted. Of course, I didn’t want a plug or an anal “covering” (like in the second pic), but it’s honestly hard to tell what was included in the “basic belt” and what was “add-ons” or extras. THAT is where the ultimate rating of 9 comes in.

i can appreciate them having add-ons and “more” available, but make it more clear from the start then too.

When i ordered it, because the pics were all shown together in the particular waist belt version that i wanted AND there didn’t seem to be an option to select “with or without the rear opening,” i thought i had ordered what i wanted. But apparently that’s not what happened.

Admittedly in the drop down menus were “add-on” optional parts for the belt, and the rear opening was one of them. Well. i saw that add-on, but didn’t select it when ordering for two reasons: 1) i thought the rear opening was included already (again, the pics all showed the belt WITH it), and 2) the drop down menu add-on said, “rear opening with plug.” So i assumed the belt came with a “rear opening, but without the rear plug” and because i didn’t want a plug, i didn’t select this add-on.

After it arrived and it wasn’t entirely what i wanted, i have been emailing back and forth with the Company owners and i am happy to report they are making this right. They are sending me the rear opening and as of the time of this writing, i am still waiting on its arrival, but (hopefully) it will arrive soon.

Now the owners and i have coordinated via email, where they are making this right. They have already put in the mail a rear opening, that i am sure i will be able to install, and get the belt into full order.

So the 9, instead of a 10 rating, is more about the ordering process, and the FIVE month wait, than the belt itself.

i would like to suggest to the company owners to improve their ordering and manufacturing and delivery processes, and the belt would be a 10 out of 10 rating. But that said, a 9 out of 10 is still an amazing product and not probably worth their time (or $!) in their eyes to improve things. But then again, the very first impression of them and their CB’s is the ordering, manufacturing, and delivery process too!

Comfort

Into the details of the belt’s review, i will first start with comfort. i knew from the first few hours of putting it on that it was significantly more comfortable than the other belt. Just yesterday though, i came to realize just how much more comfortable as i was locked in the old belt with David leaving to go out of town.

We agreed that because i can’t defecate in the new belt yet, while he is out of town, the old belt would go on. Within (about) 3-hours, i was given the key and allowed to take off the old belt. It was that uncomfortable and causing irritants/chafing for me already that fast.

i had adapted to the old belt more than i realized. i had learned how to wear, move, and lay/sleep in it “just so” that it didn’t cause chafing. i had built up my tolerance and endurance with the old belt.

Now though, with the new belt, i see just how much better it is built with the right measurements and better quality that it is so much more comfortable to wear long term.

So now i am on an honor system while David is out of town for 5-days, in that i have the key. i am to wear the new belt 23-hours a day. i usually only defecate in the mornings, after waking and drinking coffee, so i am allowed time out of belt for that purpose. And of course, NO orgasms during this time either.

The comfort mainly comes in 2-ways….

1) the vulva covering. In looking at the pics, you can see the plate itself is curved into a sort of U-type shape whereas the old belt the plate was flat and straight. The curved shape fits better between my legs and minimize more of the natural curvature of a person’s body

As well, the edge of the plate has a circular-type beveled edge on it, whereas the old belt was just a flat-straight-edge. So the outer edges fit more into the u-shape of my body and the actual edge doesn’t feel so sharp against my thighs.

2) The Waist Belt is made in 3-distinct parts, held together by small, yet effective, screws. You can see the gold fastener and the screws in the top picture, on the left side of the waist belt. This is in comparison to the old belt that, while it was curved metal, it was just one piece.

The sides of this waist belt fit more snug and more in line with the natural curves of a waist than the old belt had. So when laying down in this belt, it doesn’t press or dig into my sides the way the old belt does.

Again, I didn’t even fully appreciate the comfort features on this new belt until i was in the old belt for a short period yesterday! But now, i know! (Never going back to that old belt again if i can help it!)

Hygiene

It is much easier to use the bathroom to urinate in this new belt over the old one.

Due to the U-shape mentioned above, the urine funnels into the dome (see the second picture above for the best angled view of the dome) and out of the holes much better than the old belt did. With the old belt, since the vaginal covering was flat, the urine just spilled out in any direction it wished to go.

i have learned to go to the bathroom sooner though than i might would have otherwise. At first, i dreaded going to the bathroom in the belt. That was true of both old and new belts. That’s because it seemed like such a process and a huge effort that i tried to do it as minimally as possible. i even think i stopped drinking as much fluids so as to only have to go a few times a day.

This new belt though is so much easier to clean up and dry off that it is just not an issue to go pee, except when i have to go badly. When my bladder is very full, the urine comes out so quickly that it fills the dome and spills over onto the sides of the plate covering. The effect is then the same with the new belt as the old belt. So now i go to the bathroom much more frequently than i did before so that the stream is not as strong and it flows through the dome and not out and all around it.

As i mentioned before, i have not defecated in the belt yet, so i can’t speak to that but i suspect it won’t really be different in the new belt than what that was in the old belt. And the old belt was super easy to go poop, that i expect this won’t be a problem. Once i get the rear opening AND on the belt AND have to poop, i’ll let you know for sure.

Shower

Both belts are equal in terms of showering. It is easy.

The old belt’s lock was not waterproof, but the belt was, so i made sure to cover the lock (with a Ziploc baggie) to avoid getting it wet. The new belt website says it is fully water proof, but as my luck has gone with their website, i am completely unsure if the LOCK is waterproof. As such, while i suspect the lock is water proof, i am just not trusting of it. So far to date, i have showered with the lock covered up the same as the old belt.

Sound

i didn’t know that SOUND would be something to consider, but it is. Due to the belt and the lock both being made of metal, when i walk the lock taps (gently) against the belt and there is a clinking sound. It’s not terribly loud, but it is obvious.

The old belt had this too, but it wasn’t quite as loud as this new belt. i didn’t really notice it much in the old belt, but this new belt is definitely louder!

i think the new one is louder because the lock itself is bigger. And with the bigger lock, comes more weight, comes a bigger clink.

i have had to adjust the way i walk a bit so as to minimize the sound, especially in times where it would be obvious to another person that it is coming from my waist. i don’t mind this as it is making me stay in the here and now to be cognizant of the belt at all times.

But i suppose in comparison to the old belt, the new belt has a negative mark against it for the louder sound. Given the old belt also had sound, i won’t give this new belt a lower mark though either.

Lock

The lock on this new belt is very tight on the circle knob that locks the belt pieces together and in place.

In fact, when it first arrived, i thought the lock was too small as i couldn’t figure out how to get it on/ off at first. i finally realized that it was that snug intentionally. And when you hold the lock at a 45 degree angle while it is surrounding the circle knob, and press down on the lock at the same time, it gives a slight ‘pop’ and gets itself into place.

Once i figured it out, it isn’t hard but it was NOT obvious what-so-ever!

In fact, when i first emailed the owners of Fancy Steel about the rear opening, i also told them the lock didn’t fit. It was only after they wrote back with instructions on how to make it pop into place did i realize how to make it work. i wrote back and told them, “You should have some sort of instructions or a short video showing people how to do that.”

They agreed. In fact, they said they will probably create a video now.

That said, after i figured out how to make the lock work, it is actually better than the old belt or old lock. Because it is SO tightly positioned against the circle knob, it would be difficult to cut it off. There’s just no room between the circle and the lock to fit any kind of cutter in there, which effectively makes the belt be just that much more effective.

Abstinence

Because this belt has a better waist belt fit, U-shaped Vagina cover and a very secure lock, the overall security is better than the old belt. While i could still get a finger in there and touch myself if i really wanted to, it’s not very easy or much of a true turn on. In fact, like the old belt, i have to stand in a sumo-wrestler sort of pose, with my legs held wideeeee apart and press a single finger under the plate to get access. And that finger is nearly pinched in the process too.

All in all….

A really well built belt.

And when it gets “fixed,” i will be very happy.

And so will David.

And that’s when the key will be taken away for real.

And that’s it.

(What did i miss? What else do you need to know?)

Hugs,

Marie

296 – Today was a really good day

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Today is Friday. (Okay, so technically NOW it is Saturday because i didn’t get this post fully written or posted for you. Oh well. Just go with it for me!)

And it’s been a crazy (good) day!

Friday equals Maintenance

Friday is my usual and typical day to receive a Maintenance Spanking. Usually before work and (more or less) before the day really starts, i Assume The Position to be spanked. As i have said on numerous occasions .. like here and here … it hurts. ALL spankings do. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be effective. So while i know i need it, i don’t ever look forward to it either. (Imagine that. i do NOT look forward to having my ass torn up! Oh.. how surprising! Not!)

i get up before David on most days where i sit on the couch, surfing the internet (or writing you, as i am doing at this moment), while drinking my coffee. Anywhere from 30-60 minutes later, when i hear him stirring from our bed, i immediately cease my activities and get his coffee made so that the first thing he sees upon leaving our room… is … ME! And his coffee too.

He’s never made me do this, but i felt it was a good way for me to show RESPECT to my husband. i do this all on my own and (most days) without reservation. i won’t lie, some days i don’t feel like doing it. But i typically have enough self discipline to make myself do it anyway, as i know it’s a good submissive wife thing to do!

i wouldn’t be in trouble if i do NOT do it, but when i do, he appreciates me even more. (But seriously, who wouldn’t want to be the first thing their husband laid his eyes on at the start of the day?! And especially on those days i am naked … which is NOT today as it’s toooooo feeakinggggg colddddd. i hate cold. i live in Texas for a reason!)

Too cold in the US, including Texas

Today started the same. And upon greeting my Sir, handing him his coffee, and getting a kiss too, i went to the shower. i was in the middle of shampooing my hair when i heard him come into our closet and he was cussing up a storm while getting dressed.

As is the case for most of the US right now, we had a cold front that settled upon us overnight last night. Yesterday it was 60 degrees at noon, and by 6p it dropped below freezing and hasn’t risen above it since. The temp isn’t supposed to be above freezing again until sometime late Saturday afternoon or maybe even Sunday. THAT is pretty unusual for us Texans. Our average temps this time of year are between 40-60.

So when i asked David what was happening, i found out that our pool equipment had frozen up and as such, our pool was draining. Our pool equipment has an auto drain feature that is typically good, to stop it from overflowing or flooding our backyard (and/or nearby house) when there is equipment failure, but today… it’s Not good! It’s not good when the water pipes are frozen and the pool is NOT overflowing. David had to get the drainage pump valve closed to stop the drain.

Plans change. Roll with it. No maintenance today.

Needless to say…i did NOT get out of the shower to assume the position and be spanked. As well, it was good too that i had already decided to work from home today.

Instead of work or being spanked, David ordered me to go to Walmart to get 100 ft hoses to connect to the side-of-the-house spigots to start refilling the pool. Of course, we soon discovered one of the spigots was frozen up so only the one could be used, making this more challenging, but still doable.

David is a pretty good handyman though and he got it all figured out. And ultimately without THAT much trouble….But ….not without a lot of stress first thing this morning too. (The pool people will have to come assess the damage next week after the thaw and Christmas, where they’ll tell us how much money it will cost to fix this. Praying it’s not tooooo many $$$$$$$!).

That was when David said, “it would not be fair for me to take out my frustrations on your butt. So we will skip maintenance until I can regain my composure.”

^^^^^ THIS is the difference between loving discipline and abusive beatings. i am loved, NOT abused.

Massage Therapist = Stress Relief

Sometime around lunch David got the idea to text our favorite massage therapist and ask if she was available to come to our house tonight to relieve some of this pent up stress. She was available and she was to arrive at 4.

Now to my knowledge anyway, at this moment, David fully intended this to be legit, true, regular, vanilla-style, massages for each of us, and that works for me!

But then sometime mid-afternoon, i wasn’t so sure that was all Sir had in mind either as he announced, “I think we will do maintenance today after all.”

And by the way he said this, i could tell there was more to that statement. He continued by saying, “I think I’ll have her spank you.”

Now i didn’t know how serious he was, and honestly, i thought he was likely pranking me. But then he showed me a text he sent her saying i needed to be spanked on Friday’s to be reminded to be a good girl. This created a question about “maybe he is serious. Maybe she will spank me.” Now i seriously wondered if she’d even show up as maybe now she’d be too weirded out with our kinky world colliding with her not-kinky-world OR if she did show, would she actually WANT to spank me!? Time will tell!

Belt removal is a privilege

About 30-minutes prior to her arrival, Sir instructed me to remove my chastity belt that had been on for about 48-consecutive hours. It went on after i arrived home the day the SOP was issued and has only come off for a short shower and went back on within that same hour.

As with the Submission & Belt Rules post said already that ‘being out of belt is indeed a privilege’ is one rule and privilege i am already learning to respect!

i have not been touched, played with, used, or allowed to orgasm for 48-hours. Admittedly, not a terribly long time, but not insignificant either.

Of course, Sir didn’t ignore me sexually. He only denied my sexual satisfaction. He talked about how this is the new normal, about how “nah… You don’t need it tonight…” and has already instructed me to give him a blow job while in-belt. He’s enjoying this new found power for sure.

So needless to say, my pussy was happy to breathe fresh air! And there was NO way i was abusing this privilege.

Friday Maintenance will happen after all.

Then. The massage therapist actually did arrive! It was decided i would get a massage first, and then David would follow. The table was set up in our bedroom and with our son home from college and the dog, the door was closed, providing privacy.

She has amazing hands that find every knot and tight muscle. She works them out and loosens and relaxes everything in a pleasing and good way. Like all massages, she had started with me face down and was working feverishly on my neck, shoulders, and back. Her masterful hands had me feeling good already!

Midway through my vanilla-regular massage, i heard our bedroom door open and shut. i was still face down, but i knew it was David coming in. i heard him walk to the opposite side of our bed, where the paddle and the riding crop and the cane are all stored. i suddenly felt my heart start to race a little. He was indeed going to have her spank me. How humiliating, and yet terribly sexy hot too!

i had an entire scenario play out in my head….

He’d tell me, “Baby girl, it’s time. You’ll accept this with the submissive grace you always do.” To which i would, of course, respond with, “Yes Sir.”

He would then turn to her and show her the tools, let her pick which one she wanted to use, where she may even be a little nervous from inexperience combined with curiosity, and then he’d talk to her about how to use it.

She’d tap my bottom gently and he’d say something like, “oh she didn’t even feel that. You need to remind her who’s in charge and why she needs this and even who she is. Do it again but more forcefully.”

And when she only barely still tapped my ass with her tool of choice, David would pick up another one and say, “Let me show you. That left ass cheek can be yours, and this right one can be mine.” And only a second later, i would feel the full force of his hand with his tool of choice on my right side.

Then he’d look at her and say, “now your turn.”

Together, they would then trade off making my ass cheeks burn while i worked to stay silent. i would only break the silence when they would ask if i was feeling ok, where i would respond with the proper “Yes Sir” or “Yes Ma’am,” depending on who had asked.

To my surprise though, none of that is not what actually happened.

No maintenance, only adult fun!

What actually happened was far better for me, as my ass never did turn any other color than it’s natural pink. i already said above that while i know it’s needed, i NEVER look forward to being spanked. Today was no exception.

It was almost at the same time i had this whole scenario ending in my head, the therapist said, “Time to turn over (onto your back).”

i knew upon turning face up, that a spanking was not going to happen. For a hot second i couldn’t decide if i was happy to not be spanked or not. Some part of me was turned on and my puss was dripping at the thought of being spanked (owned!) by my Sir and this therapist. But the reality is… spankings hurt …. and the “fun” of that fantasy would be short lived!

As soon as i was facing up, David walked to the head of the massage table, where i could clearly see he was naked. And his intentions became immediately clear.

With his cock in hand and already hard, he straddled my face and pressed downward. His cock was touching my lips and i knew my place. i knew the expectation. It was no hardship on me to open wide and let him slide his cock straight down my throat either!

i felt my pussy let out her juices as she sung out with delight at how my Sir was going to use my mouth for his pleasure. To provide pleasure for my Sir when and where and however he pleases, is the most amazing feeling for me…. Next to having this therapist’s hands all over me working out the tension ever-so-effectively!

THESE are the moments i live for. THIS is when it feel most submissive. When i am being used for Sir’s ultimate pleasure!

At that moment i wondered what the therapist must be thinking, but that moment was fleeting as i refocused solely on my Sir and his beautiful cock that filled my mouth. And i began to suck in earnest and with passion.

He pressed deeper in my mouth. i was grateful for the angle, where i was beneath him and he towered over me, as i felt his cock slide into my throat and my nose collide with his ball sack too.

Then he began slowly pumping my face with his cock. He moved slowly, with passion and intention. It felt amazing to be filled and used in this way. i felt his love flowing full for me as he made-love to my face instead of just fucking me with all abandon.

i focused on ensuring my jaw remained wide open so my teeth didn’t dare scrap against his precious cock, while working to breath at the moments i was able to get air, which was when he pulled out.

He continued for a few minutes this way, at the same time as i felt her hands rubbing on my legs and spreading them wide. i felt fingers on my mons and soon penetrate my puss. i wasn’t sure, nor did i really care, who’s fingers it was. What i knew was it felt amazing!

Sir’s movements slowly came to a stop, where his cock was then just deeply seated down my throat. My left nostril was closed as it was fully pressed against his balls and unavailable to me. i focused on breathing through my right side and forcing my mind to relax (not panic), to which i did with success.

It was then, as he was holding himself deep in my throat, he bent forward at the waist. As if it were even possible, he managed to press his cock even further down my throat. He was on top of me, so that he and i were effectively in a 69 position. But with her between my legs too, we were more in a 3-D triangle where i was the base and they were the top.

With them being face to face at the top of our triangle, i have no idea if they kissed, touched, or even looked at one another. i didn’t have that visual, nor was i able to ask, even if it was my place to do so. i wouldn’t have cared if they did.

In fact, i was hoping they did. i didn’t want this to be about me, but rather about Sir and even her too. i only want my body to be the center of attention for the purpose of serving as an instrument for their pleasure. My joy and pleasure is more full when i am serving their needs rather than if or when i were being served.

As if that wasn’t enough, this position also resulted in Sir’s thighs fully surrounding my ears and cutting off most all sound for me too. As well, my arms were by my sides unable to be useful in any meaningful way.

As such, i was effectively pinned in place. This was a good thing for me as it made me still my mind, focus on allowing my body to be used, while keeping my Sir’s cock hard and happy. i felt 100% happy and loved by my Sir! i was exactly where i wanted to be …. and where my Sir wanted me to be too!

It was in this moment i felt a warm mouth, followed by a talented tongue, touch my pubic regions. i could tell from the new and different feelings, it was her. She was between my legs and loving on me from there, while my Sir was simultaneously allowing me to love on him while he watched her play with HIS pussy.

She was soft and moved with style and grace. Women are so much more sensual than men. Women are warm and kind and slow, where men are typically rough and use a pussy for what they want. i love them both for all these reasons.

While my pussy started to respond, my mouth expressed its thanks. My tongue managed to find the few open places in my mouth, allowing me to bring my Sir’s cock pleasure and keep it hard as he enjoyed watching the therapist eat me out.

It was but another minute and i felt my orgasm rise. i heard the words in my head, “Sir, may i please cum?” But of course, my mouth was too full to allow any utterance of such words. i did use my hands to tap on my Sir’s legs with urgency, but i wasn’t sure if he knew the message i was trying to convey as he said nothing.

i let the orgasm wash over me. i let myself go and feel it entirely.

i was floating, yet still very much pinned in place. In spite of my orgasm, her amazingly warm tongue and fingers continued to assault my pussy. Or maybe it had switched to my Sir’s tongue or fingers now. i felt nothing but pure unadulterated bliss. And from who ever was delivering it, i didn’t care but instead was just incredibly appreciative.

We continued on for a bit more. They moved into other positions, but with me always on bottom. i felt more orgasms wash over me much in the same ways the waves of the ocean do, where like the ocean waves, i basked in the feeling of it all and let myself feel. While my head uttered the words over and over, “Please may i cum Sir?,” my fingers tapped on whosever legs were near me.

At one point, she asked if i was “tapping out,” at a time when i didn’t even realize it was her that i was touching. Of course, i then smiled and told her how i had felt beautiful orgasms flow from me. Sir never did speak about it, but i know he knew what message my fingers were delivering and he approved.

How did it end?

After i orgasmed so many times, i was floating in subspace and delirious with joy. i don’t know for sure if she orgasmed, despite a few times hearing sounds that implied she may have.

In truth, i am also unsure if my Sir orgasmed either. That’s because at the point i recovered and came back to Earth, i was becoming self conscious of being the center of attention and i really didn’t like that feeling at all. It was then that i gracefully rose and invited my Sir to lay on the table.

He laid on the table face up, and she began to massage his legs as i dressed myself. i leaned in and kissed him on the lips, while thanking him.

i looked and smiled at the therapist and said, “He’s all yours. Feel free to relax him the way you just relaxed me.” And i quietly left the room.

Maybe he made her orgasm, or maybe she made him. Or maybe she just gave him a true, vanilla-style, massage. i don’t know and afterward, i didn’t ask. i could have, but i didn’t want to.

And soon enough, she was off toward home.

The rest of the evening

Our son then had his girlfriend over (the entire time the therapist was over they were upstairs, probably doing some deep thrust kissing of their own and too busy to even know what we were up to downstairs!), where we all ate together over my favorite Japanese take out that i had gone to get.

That was followed by a drive around the neighborhoods to see the Christmas lights on the houses. That wasn’t something David wanted to do, so he stayed home. My son drove and i was pleased to just ride along while continuing to focus on the relaxed feelings i felt.

It was then that i realized i had not put the Chastity Belt back on, but.. i i also had not been told i had to either. i texted David, “i didn’t put the Belt back on Sir.”

He texted back, “And you aren’t playing with yourself.”

i wasn’t sure if he was making a statement about the obvious at that moment, or a declaration that it wouldn’t happen upon my return either, so i asked for clarity. He replied with, “Yes.” i took that to mean both now or later!

i decided to test the waters and ask, “How soon after i return does the belt need to go back on?”

He said, “Immediately.”

Third night in chastity

As soon as i was home then, i obeyed. The belt went back on. It felt good to have it off, but it is now beginning to also feel good to be in its place. (i have NOT begged to have it off whatsoever. That’s probably why i got to orgasm as much as i did today! My reward!).

Sir was true to his word and didn’t allow me to touch myself. When i teasingly asked, already knowing his answer, “do you want to touch me again before i lock it up Sir?!?” the answer came back, in a smirky tone, “uhm… no thank you. I appreciate the offer, but I have the key and know how to use it if I change my mind.”

And with that, the lock snapped in place.

My third night sleeping in belt went better than the first two. i am starting to settle into the feel of it and become more relaxed to sleep too, which was pretty good too.

Or maybe i slept well after still feeling drunk on the feelings from the day ….

NOT being spanked,

amazing massage,

being used for my Sir’s pleasure,

multiple amazing orgasms,

spending time with our son (and his GF) over dinner and lights,

being put back in-belt,

My Sir being dominant, decisive, and absolutely in control,

Or all of the above….. where i know i am loved and being my best/ most submissive self!

THIS is already becoming a favorite Christmas to remember!

Hugs,

Marie

295 – Chastity Belt – SOP

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As i was thinking it may happen, it’s now official! i have a clear directive – or Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) – has now been decided and communicated to me.

i am to “assume there is a standing order to wear the belt, unless told otherwise with a specifically communicated reason to not wear it.”

i have now had the Fancy Steel, permanent and more durable and more fitted, Chastity Belt for one week now. i have been in-belt more than out-of-belt during the last week too.

Thinking about the times i have been out-of-belt the most over this last week, it has been overnight. i have only slept in the belt one night so far.

Yesterday evening, i asked permission to be out-of-belt as David had heated up our pool and i wanted to go swimming. While i ended up NOT swimming (not a relevant point), i was given permission to be out-of-belt. So it was off from (about) 7p last night and is still off now at 5:30p. It is now (about) 22’ish consecutive hours out-of-belt. While i haven’t officially calculated it out, it’s probably the longest consecutive amount of time out-of-belt in the last 7-days.

But the belt will go back on as soon as i home from work, which is to happen in the next hour.

The directive for the now SOP came late this morning when i had been at work for just a bit.

i was struggling with what to do (wear or not wear the belt, ask or not ask if i should, etc!), so i started a text dialogue with David, as follows:

So as i was preparing for work, i decided to take some leftovers from last night’s dinner for my lunch today. i was getting out the plastic/ storage dishes and scooping food into the smaller ones to take “just some” of it to work, when David came into the kitchen and inquired about what i was doing.

When i told him, he said, “Just take the whole (full) container” and i said (with a little sharper tone and demeanor than i had intended), “No. i don’t need all this. And i don’t want to stand at the microwave (at work for lunch) heating this entire dish of food, when i want just a small portion.”

Well. Sir said, “it doesn’t look like the new container that you are using is much smaller than the one that has the original food. Just take it all.”

“Yes, i know. We just don’t own many small single-serve storage containers. But i don’t need to take all this with me so this is easier.” (Again, too much “tone” went with this statement!)

That was when David’s eyebrows raised up and he asked in a stern voice, “why are you talking to me in this tone?! And why are you not just doing as I told you to?”

i was a bit snappy for sure. My response was, “i just don’t need the entire container at work is all.”

That’s when he didn’t appreciate me NOT recognizing or apologizing for the tone i used and said, “bend over the counter!”

And so he gave me a small (clothing on) spanking with his hand, that i definitely felt, and that we were both aware was to make a point more than anything. It was a reminder. Of what could come if i continue on.

He then said, “if you want to keep this up, the next spanking will be worse.”

“Yes Sir. i’m sorry Sir.” And then i was off to work (with my smaller containers of portion-appropriate food in hand).

Soooo when he asked me the question above about whether the belt was on or off when i was arguing this morning, that was what it was in reference to.

And this was the next part of our texting conversation:

i admitted to him (and you too), i was snarky.

Sir didn’t have to say it. i knew. He thinks that i am more submissive when i am in-belt than when i am out-of-belt. i’m not sure if that’s true or not, but it may well be. i just don’t know. But i think we are nearing the point where we will be finding out soon!

And then i waited to hear more. We went radio-silent for a bit. i knew he needed time to think and i couldn’t demand an immediate answer. That’s understandable.

But that understanding didn’t seem to last too long. About an hour later, this was the next part:

So. Now i know. The SOP is to “assume the belt goes on. Until or unless it is explicitly said otherwise.”

AND i got a positive confirmation that he still intends to use and play with me. So there’s that!

The very last of our conversation went like this:

So i said thanks, and acknowledged/ admitted i will willingly submit.

If i’m being honest, i’m not certain how i feel about this.

This is no longer a fantasy, or a “scene,” but instead it now a way of life. While i expected it, and we’ve been moving ever closer to this really, knowing it and living it aren’t entirely the same. The very true and full reality that my control is completely taken away is about to hit me hard.

i think i will like it, but i am a bit nervous too. i will keep you posted!

What i know without a doubt is that now the “Belt Rules” are all feeling super real!

Lastly – if you are curious about the “get it fixed” part…. Well…. that will be expanded on as part of my “full belt review” still to come.

Hugs,

Marie

294 – Punished. Once, Twice, basically Three times.

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i received a pretty large discipline spanking yesterday. As with ALL my discipline, it is consensual. And i accept it with as much grace as i can muster in the moment.

That said…. It takes some kind of rare talent for what i managed to do.

While being spanked, i managed to get myself into trouble again. And if you want to be technical about it, the spanking in progress at the time was for a double error, making this one be the third! Three issues in one day!

So David kept right on spanking to fix all these errors at the same time. He used his new favorite tool… the riding crop. And from the first swat to the last, they were delivered with intention and strength that resulted in my attitude radically changing rather rapidly and swiftly too!

Who does that?! How does that even happen?!

HOW exactly does a submissive wife get herself in trouble a second time while in the midst of being spanked for the first bit of trouble she already brought on herself?!

Yah, well, like i said… i managed to do all this with some sort of special ability that i didn’t even realize i had! Just call me a regular super hero!

i didn’t do ANY of this on purpose. In fact, it was quite the opposite actually. After receiving the maintenance on Friday, i was none-to-eager to have a repeat or better performance from David with my butt as the target!

But. As i sit here writing, my rear end is still red and quite sore. i expect it to bruise by tomorrow and hurt for several days. i won’t lie though, i love David even more for having administered this discipline spanking with the swift action and exactness it called for. i need his leadership and with it sometimes the discipline too. Today, i got both!

What exactly even happened?

Earlier today, our son and i set out of the house doing errands and other related activities. At one point, David texted me and asked if i was near Sam’s wholesale club. “Yes Sir.

Then he texted, “Then can you stop and get paper towels, dog treats, and 409 cleaning liquid?” And despite the wording as a question, it really wasn’t a question at all. So my response was the same…. “Yes Sir.”

And we did. Only, as i walked around the store, i thought about the 409 and said to our son, “We don’t need to get that. When Dad & i were cleaning out the garage a few weeks ago, i saw we have about 2-3 large bottles of it.” So i didn’t get the 409.

THAT WAS MISTAKE #1. Do you know exactly what it was? i didn’t. But i was absolutely informed about it while being spanked!

Upon arriving home, i told David straight away that i did not purchase the 409. He said, “we do NOT have any. What we have 2-3 bottles of is Windex window cleaner.”

To which my heart sank.

i realized he was right.

It wasn’t 409 cleaning solution, but rather Windex window solution that we discovered how much we truly had when cleaning up the garage.

And THAT WAS MISTAKE #2. To which i was also told more about as i was being spanked too.

David was angry. He said, “I needed the 409 to clean my grill thoroughly. I told you I needed it and you said you’d buy it.”

“i am sorry Sir.”

“I think you know what you need to do now, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir. i’ll go Assume The Position now.”

As i (fully) undressed in our bedroom, it occurred to me that i was not *truly* naked as i was still in my chastity belt. i debated whether to take it off to be compliant with my directive to be naked when i am spanked. But then, i didn’t have permission to take it off either. Then i debated going back out to the living room to ask, so i would have a clear directive. i ultimately decided to leave it on, in its place, and climb on the bed to be in position before David came in. THAT CHOICE WAS NOT A MISTAKE….. THANK GOD I MADE ONE GOOD DECISION TODAY!

When Sir came in, i was laying in position…. Face down, pillow under my hips to offer up my ass to Sir and to make the spanking easier for him, with the choice of implements (crop, cane, paddle) all at the base of the bed at the ready.

He picked one up, and laid it gently on my rear. i could tell from the way he placed it there, he was being intentional about it. He wanted me to know and think about what exactly was about to happen.

And i could also tell from the way it felt that it was the riding crop. Then he started to speak to me. He said, “I have no idea why you didn’t buy the 409, as I told you to. Care to tell me why?”

“Because i was certain we had it already.”

And the riding crop was pulled back from my bottom, giving me another 2-seconds notice of what i was about to feel. i heard the crop whip through the air and the crack it made as it collided with my ass.

i was immediately brought into the here-and-now, where i was abundantly aware of how much the crop bites into my rear end. From that very first swat, all the way to the last, it HURT… a LOT!

That’s when Sir laid it back on my bottom and spoke again, “wouldn’t it have been better to ask me before taking it upon yourself to just not do as I asked of you?”

“Well…. yes Sir, i probably should have.”

And the crop came away and SMACKED right down again. This second swat landing in the exact same spot as the first, causing it to hurt that much more!

“But you didn’t.”

Smack a third time in the exact same spot again.

“Would it have been so difficult for you to have just bought it anyway? What ‘if’ we did have some at home already, what would be the big deal to have had more? What would have been the trouble to have more?”

“No trouble at all Sir.”

“And yet. You didn’t do as you were told. Instead, you decided to not do as you were told. Since when are YOU in charge and allowed to disobey me so blatantly and obviously like that? It was a rather simple request, to which you said yes to. Correct”

MISTAKE #1 was simply failing to submit. All i had to do was follow the directive. Regardless of what i thought of it or what we had at home already, it wasn’t my place to “just decide” to NOT follow his orders.

MISTAKE #2 was the fact we actually didn’t have any. And i was dead wrong about not needing to buy the 409.

He was right to ask for me to buy it, i was already at the store, even “if” we had some at home it’s not expensive and wouldn’t have mattered to have more. i should’ve just done as told, or asked for more clarity, but Just deciding to do as i pleased was NOT the right answer at all.

Sir said, “because you chose to deny my orders intentionally, you earned yourself a spanking regardless if we had it or not. You were not acting in a submissive way at all. You thought you knew better. But the fact that we didn’t have any at home has caused this spanking to be worse than it had to be because you were wrong in your decision to not buy it.”

His riding crop continued to rain down swats to my ass as i contemplated all that he said. Every time i felt it pull away from my bottom i cringed and held my breath waiting for it to find its next resting place. Some of the time it was in the exact same location and sometimes it moved, to a new one. Some of the time the swats landed swiftly and succinctly and sometimes he paused and drew it out. But every-single-one was delivered with intention to make its point…. And that it did indeed!

Smack. After Smack. After Smack.

i felt the anxiousness and anticipation of each swat about to land cause my body to start to sweat. That happens nearly every time. i think that’s part of why i don’t cry really. Because my mind and body is in a different place, trying to get through each moment of the here-and-now, rather than allowing myself to relax and just let out the emotions.

THIS IS WHERE I PILED IT ON…

THIS is where i managed to get into even more trouble in the midst of being corrected for the previous trouble!

“What will you do next time?” Sir asked me.

i spewed out words as fast as i could and said, “i will listen.”

MISTAKE #3… causing me to have an even longer and more prolonged spanking. Do you know what i did? Or rather what i did NOT do? (i did not know or realize in that moment.)

SMACK!

“What will you do?”

“i will do as you ask.”

SMACK – this one felt a bit harder, if that was even possible.

“What did you say?”

“i promise i will listen.”

S-M-A-C-K.

“Want to try again?”

And i practically yelled out, “i will do as i am told. … …. … … SIR”

There it was. The lightbulb went off. i failed to show him the respect he deserves and has reminded me over and over again. i failed to say SIR.

SMACK SMACK SMACK (yet even MORE intensity).

He then held the crop still against my bottom again and he spoke quite calmly saying, “I don’t know why using the word Sir is so difficult for you! I expect to hear it, and you know it. So NOW this spanking has to be even longer than it already was.”

And he continued to reign down swats with the riding crop onto my sore rear end for a bit longer.

Now i started to feel the same heat rising from my bottom, all the way to my face. (Sir has NEVER spanked me anywhere except my ass, so the heat was not from his hand or the riding crop. It was all within me.). i know this is the first thing that happens when tears are nearing the surface.

i was finally starting to relax into the spanking and to accept it. The anxiousness of feeling each swat was starting to fade. i heard my mind telling myself, “Just allow it to happen. Just relax into the knowledge… and pain from the crop… that Sir is in charge. He loves you enough to teach you a lesson. Allow the tears to form!”

He asked me several times to repeat the word “Sir,” as he continued to smack my ass. i did so. He told me i would do well to comment the word to memory.

It was just a bit more and David stopped. He told me we were done and he waited for me to rise up onto my knees and face him, he always does that. i think i he wants to ensure i am ok, but also for me to see his face and trust that this is now forgiven too.

It’s also where i look into his eyes and with a humble heart, i express my thanks to him. He has never required that i do so, but i do. i want to be sure to let him know i did indeed accept his discipline. i never want him to think he has forced this on me or that this may be somehow misconstrued into an abusive situation. It is not. i am always accepting and thankful for his leadership and guidance… and the discipline too.

That’s when he kissed my lips and expressed his love. Then he left the room and i took a few more minutes to collect myself and re-dress.

As i did so, i decided i needed to go to the store and buy the 409 as he had previously asked. Not only did indeed to have a sore bottom and a regretful disposition, but i needed to make it right by doing the actions requested of me too.

And i did just that. After coming out with my shoes on, i said to David “i will go to the store and buy the 409 you requested now.”

He smiled and then said, “Good idea…. Of course… it would’ve been a lot easier to have gotten it the first time you were there… would it?!”

“Yes SIR.” << i am going to be using that word a lot more now!

i never did cry during the spanking. Frequently i cry AFTERWARD when i stop and think about it all, as that’s when everything relaxes and the tears start to flow freely. i’m not entirely sure if David even knows that happens or not. It’s ok either way.

But as i drove to the store… listening to nothing but my own thoughts…. the tears slowly dripped down my cheeks. i wasn’t crying from the pain of the spanking, although the heat between my butt and the car seat was real (!), but rather the fact i wasn’t the submissive wife i wanted to be. i know all is forgiven now, but i was thinking about all that transpired and the remorse was real.

David was right. If I had just done as instructed, all of this could’ve been avoided.

i will learn from this and do better.

PS.. The chastity belt…

Oh… and in case you are wondering…. The Chastity Belt stayed on throughout. It wasn’t even a second thought for David or me in the midst of the spanking.

Afterward, i told him about my quandary of whether to take it off, or ask, or to just leave it on. His words were, “you made at least one good choice today. If I want it off, you will hear me tell you so.”

After i was home from the store and after dinner, i asked if I could take the belt off and take a soaking/warm bath. Sir said yes. And when it was done, i inquired if it needed to go back on. He said, “while you have been disciplined today and all is forgiven, you have NOT earned the right to play or be played with.”

He continued, “If you think you don’t have the willpower to abstain, then yes, put the belt back on. But I think you’ve learned your lesson today and don’t wish another immediate spanking on top of the first, ….. because if you disobey me and play with yourself anyway, I will spank you again. So the choice is yours….”

i chose to leave it off. But in the middle of the night, as i turned over in my groggy sleep, i felt the covers cross slightly over my clit bringing hyper awareness to my mind and turning me on. i wanted to rub my clit SO badly. i debated whether i should have put on the belt already or even getting up to do it at that moment, but decided to try to ignore it. It took awhile to go back to sleep, but i did abstain. (Phew!)

Now i am off to find some cotton pants to wear to work today…….

Hugs,

Marie