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267 – Best and worst punishment- Whipping Day

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My ass is very sore as i write this, about 2-days post a whipping punishment.

That new spanking tool i mentioned before… yah, it’s a leather whip. Pictured here. i found out the hard way just how bad (or do i say how GOOD) it can deliver a punishment spanking on Sunday evening!

David has pretty much just stuck to the paddle, but not on Sunday. He wielded the new spanking whip with ease. He used it as if he’s always used it, with intention and execution.

i dare say it is WAY more effective than the paddle. David knows it too. i would not be surprised at all if the paddle will be retired and this whip will take its place.

So let’s back up….. and let me tell you what led to this punishment. Ultimately i will tell you now it’s basically about the chastity belt, but then, it’s a bit more than that too.

On Sunday morning i was out of bed first, per usual. When i heard David stirring awake, i got his coffee and got into my usual spot to deliver it to him as he passed by.

That morning he surprised me. Instead of just the typical morning greeting, taking the coffee, and moving on past, he dropped his sleep shorts to the floor. And he stood there. He said nothing.

It took me a few seconds to figure out that i needed to drop to the floor also and take his cock in my mouth to deliver a blow job. So while it took me just a few seconds extra, i dutifully did my job. He commented though that “it sure took you (me) long enough to figure it out.”

After that and the coffee, we both started getting ready for church. David goes early because he helps out, so we drive separately. i have 2-full hours at home by myself before i have to go.

After i was so happy to be used for his (blow job) pleasure, i was turned on. i told David this before he left too and asked if i could wear the belt again and he agreed. After it was on, he hid the key once again and he was off to church.

Nearly an hour later, i got a text from David. It was a 12-minute porn video. It was THE video of two girls riding the high-intensity, roll ball massage tool. i watched the whole thing. Knowing how it felt on my clit, first hand, made the video that much better too. i was grateful to have the belt on!

As i made my way to church i thought about how upset i had become yesterday for having it on when i didn’t want it, but now, requested it on and quite happy about it.

That’s when the full reality of it hit me that it truly is submissive growing pains. i was MAD on Saturday when i wanted it off and didn’t get my way. And yet, i don’t get to decide when it goes on AND when it comes off either, or at least i shouldn’t. (And i knew it then too, just couldn’t control my emotions.)

So i texted him and said ALL of the following…..

I think I figured out my problem yesterday…… While the “reason” isn’t too valid and it really shouldn’t matter, I let it bother me.

To date, when I have worn the belt it has pretty much been when I told you that I didn’t trust myself to not touch and/or orgasm without permission. Because I KNOW when I need it most and you may/may not know, I have felt compelled to tell you …. So I am not tempted any further, I shut it down with the belt.

Well…. Yesterday you truly took charge and decided to keep it on. Even if I thought I didn’t need it. I wasn’t feeling the need to play with myself or orgasm, (because I was working too intently), so it seemed unnecessary. And it made me mad that you didn’t trust me to take it off and that i would not play with myself when I was not needing it.

The thing is though …. Most of the times I don’t even trust myself is when I’m left in the house alone, with my toys at my disposal, and my pussy at my access. And while I was saying I didn’t need it yesterday… every time I don’t trust myself was in that very situation that I found myself in yesterday…. Alone, toys, and wanting pussy accessible!

So the fact you didn’t trust me shouldn’t have come as a surprise. And I shouldn’t have gotten mad. And I should be HAPPY you took charge, instead of me telling you when I need/don’t need it, and you just complying with my own directives about need!

It’s this very situation today (alone, toys, and desire) why I put the belt on already.

I need to accept your authority on this more easily! I will not beg you to be out of it again, I will truly start seeing being out of it as a privilege and be appreciative of it.

Thank you for not giving in to me! ❤️

And I hit “Send.” And waited. Saw he read it.

i got his response back. Sir replied back with a single word… which isn’t even a word. He wrote, “hmm”.

Well i said to him, “i expected to get more of a response than that, but maybe you are just busy too.”

And he said, “I am.”

So throughout the day, i asked him about it in different ways. i wanted to know what he really thought. And about 4:00 pm he said, “you are asking me too many questions and asking way too many times!”

i asked, “what do you mean?”

He said, “that’s another question! Stop!”

Ok. Fine. Not fine.

i waited. i grew antsy. i just wanted to talk about it. Or rather, i just wanted him to talk about it to me.

About 30-minutes later, i asked again. “Can we talk about it now?”

“NO! Go get the whip.”

Ahh crap!

When i returned with it in hand, he said, “do you understand what you did wrong?”

“Yes Sir. I was asking too many questions, even after being told to stop.”

“EXACTLY! Why did you insist on asking more questions after I already told you to stop!?”

“i’m not sure Sir. i just wanted to know what you thought about it.”

“You get so irritated when I ask you a lot of questions. Don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to get mad at me, when you do the same thing?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Bend over (the coffee table), put your palms flat and pull up your dress.” i pulled my dress up onto my back, exposing myself to my Sir. Except of course, i had the chastity belt on still too.

Now i really wanted to ask another question at this moment, but i refrained. It would be self explanatory in no time at all.

The question framed in my mind was, “are you going to spank me with the chastity belt on?”

He’s never done that. But i wisely kept my mouth shut because i knew if he wanted it off, he would produce the key. And he did not. AND i had only the same morning declared i “would not beg to be out of the belt.” ANDDDD asking (too many) questions was what landed me right here in the first place! Why add insult to injury?! (Get the pun… since my ass is about to be “injured”?)

This was the worst (or best?) spanking i have ever had to endure.

i called yellow after so many swats, i couldn’t even tell you.

The only pauses were when i lifted up on my toes, fell off to one side, or somehow got out of positioning. He didn’t tell me to get back into position. He didn’t have to. i knew.

And as soon as i was back in position, another round of swatting reigned down on my ass.

The belt moved a bit, but not much. i think most of the movement of the CB was from my own doing. As i moved around, the belt had to too. i reached back to adjust it slightly, and Sir paused again. But since i wasn’t sure he would, i was swift in my movement as i did not want to get the back of my hand smacked in the process.

He methodically moved from cheek to cheek and back again. The belt creates a very nice outline dividing my ass cheeks apart from one another, and below the waist line that it made it an easy target for David.

He showed equal opportunity to each butt cheek, hitting them both with the same intensity as the other. He even got the tops of my thighs, which at first i thought was maybe an accident but realized it was not when he continued there too.

i try hard to let him decide when enough is enough. i try hard to accept his punishments with grace. But today was so intense that i knew i just couldn’t hold out much longer.

My body started to shake and i felt my breathing start to sputter. My whole body was feeling this punishment and was quite remorseful. Just like a little kid who sobs uncontrollably, that’s what was welling up inside of me.

Finally it occurred to me that Sir was possibly trying to get me to call yellow. Yellow means “let me breathe a second, give me a break, but you can continue after that if you want.”

So when i couldn’t take anymore without a pause, i called yellow. Sir stopped. Entirely. He didn’t want to continue and i was glad for it. (Yet another example of him taking charge… i needed a pause, but he chose to stop. I didn’t ask – or tell – him to stop, he made that decision on his own.)

He stood me upright and said, “Now. Next time I warn you by saying stop, will you listen?”

“Yes Sir. i will.”

“Alright then, I think you’ve learned your lesson today.”

“Thank you Sir. i love you.”

“I love you too my darling wife.”

And with that, we sat gingerly on the couch together, where he let me lay on his chest and snuggle in with him for awhile. i was happy.

That was all 2-days ago, Today, my butt is still sore. i still have to be careful about sitting. And it is a deep purple bruise color too, which is really quite ok. i wear the bruises with pride actually. i am happy in my submissive wife role and i love to be held accountable. (i asked David for this lifestyle and i am glad to do it willingly and consensually).

When i showed David my bruised ass today, he said, “so that looks like it hurts. Hopefully we won’t have to have a repeat performance for quite awhile.”

“i agree Sir. This was the best and worst spanking ever.”

i continued, “best one for effectiveness, and your technique, and your commanding authority. It will cause me to be submissive for a long time and not forget this lesson anytime soon.”

“But it was the worst one in terms of how bad it hurt then and still does. i haven’t ever wanted to say yellow more than i did on Sunday.”

To which he grinned and said one word. A real word this time. He said, “Good!”

One last thought… David did end up expressing his thoughts about my long text on Sunday. But it was in HIS timing, not my own. He was in charge of even the timing in which he talked to me about it. i sort of wondered if he felt he needed time to process his own thoughts and my bugging him about it just pissed him off.

Ironically, his opinions on it started with a QUESTION…. “So you want to be locked up pretty much all the time?” i answered, “while i think it’s good for me and reinforces that i am not to touch myself, AND if left to my own choices, i would say pretty much yes, that is true. But i want this to be your decision and under your authority.”

This is when he told me how pleasing it is to see my growth. He told me that he is happy with me and us and our marriage. And he smiled at me and kissed me deeply.

i have NO idea how much, when, or where i will be in belt now, but….

i have now been in belt more than out of belt as of late. In fact, as i write this i am in belt and preparing to sleep this way.

David told me to put it on this morning but after which he didn’t mention it one bit. He was so silent to it that i wondered if he remembered i had it on. But i absolutely was NOT going to ask any questions about it either! Nor was i going to beg for release, as being out of belt is a privilege that i take seriously now too!

Hugs,

Marie

267 – Oh my wow

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So David could’ve easilyyyyyyy just spanked me. But he didn’t.

He could have easilyyyyyyy administered any punishment he wanted! But he didn’t.

Instead, he granted me grace. And time. Time to sort myself out.

Time in the belt, without release, without getting my demands (to produce the key) met. Time to accept things. Time to adjust my attitude. Time… to submit.

After i posted that i was having a bratty, temper-tantrum day, several of you told me how i was wrong. i knew i as wrong, even as it was happening, but i couldn’t seem to stop myself from a downward spiral!

Admittedly after making that post AND your comments, i made a true effort to improve. i took on the “fake it til you make it” attitude.

David noticed. He commented with skepticism about the “sudden improvement.” He was right at that moment, as i WAS faking it. But i figured that to make any effort, even if it was a forced fake one, was better than not trying at all!

i also knew it (probably/ hopefully) wouldn’t take long and i would slip into my submissive groove… where the “make it” part became my reality! Of course, i had to (actually) truly try first!

And boy did it pay off!

David had told me last weekend that he “watched a porn video and saw a non-sexual toy that the girl used in a sexual way…” and that he ordered it for me. i had no idea what that could even mean, let alone actually be.

He had told me then it was a surprise and was to arrive yesterday (Saturday). Well, i had forgot all about it actually. So in my temper-tantrum, bratty self mode, i didn’t even consider the fact i may lose this surprise gift if i kept it up.

After i posted to you all about my stupid attitude, i told him about your comments. He was MORE than pleased to have your total support!

As predicted though, we got into a (small) battle of stubbornness. He told me if i “went swimming in our pool (with him), he would take the belt off.” i already knew the pool temp was low 80’s and the air temp was high 90’s, so the water would feel chilly. i HaTe being CoLd. So instead of taking that bait, i politely said, “No thank you Sir.”

He shrugged his shoulders and with a smile said, “Suit yourself then!”

And again, i questioned if i was right/wrong/ indifferent. This time it WAS a choice he gave me though, and for me, it was a lesser-of-two-evils! Because i was already adjusting my attitude about the belt and submission to Sir, i had gotten “ok” with wearing the belt for whatever duration he prescribed. And i hAtE being cOLd!

The day wore on and he made comments about the belt, my stubbornness, and the possibility (or lack thereof) of me being released.

Like when i needed to get a few things from Walmart and told him i was going there to get them. He inquired about what things that was, and he added, “Do these things you need include a metal bolt cutter (to cut off the lock)?”

And when i was home, i said, “my trip was successful! The metal cutters worked well!”

To which he responded, “yah right! I know better than that!”

Then it came time for Saturday night, fall, college football. Specifically David’s favorite team: LSU. They were playing an in-state school, who they had NEVER played, so it was more of a commemorative game than a competitive one. But we watch LSU whenever it is on!

After the first quarter score resulted in a LSU record for most points scored in any quarter ever, i asked Sir if i could give him a blow job. He said, “not until halftime.”

Midway through Q2, i got on the floor in front of him with lotion and began rubbing his feet in a relaxing massage motion. i was naked, save the belt of course. i pressed his foot against my breasts, while kneading his calf muscles. i was intentionally flirting with Sir.

As the quarter moved along, i did too. Timing my upward movements to coincide with the game clock.

When the clock finally wound down to zero and it was halftime, i was ready to pull his cock from his pants. Instead though, Sir said, “stand up.” i questioned him, “why? It’s halftime (and time for your blow job.)”

He gave me a look that said, “really? Are you seriously going back to this morning’s brattiness?”

The look was enough. i dutifully stood without another word.

He produced the key to the chastity belt, and said, “take it off. Spread your legs, close your eyes. And wait.”

Uhm. Ok.

So i did.

He returned and placed a high intensity vibrating round foam roller massage thingie between my legs, then he guided me backward to the couch, and said, “sit on it until halftime is over.”

i was intrigued and definitely surprised. David saw the joy in my face and said, “after the way you’ve acted today, you probably don’t deserve this surprise. But you did pull yourself together and I already had this planned out.”

He continued, “you know how I really don’t enjoy halftime. I think you can provide something of a better show that I’d prefer to watch.”

It was about 30-seconds in that i thought, “there’s NO way i will NOT orgasm before the end of halftime.” So i told Sir this, to which (thankfully!) he said, “you can have as many orgasms as you want or need. Just don’t move off the toy until I say you can.”

i lost count. i was in orgasm heaven. i went over the edge, with permission, somewhere around 6-8 x’s!

i dare say i did put on a good, live porn show for him. And that he was pleased with my halftime performance!

i didn’t touch myself with my hands, nor did i have penetration… both of which i really wanted! i did beg him to allow me to get off of the roller and to let me climb on his cock. He said no.

At one point, it turned itself off. i may have moved it to press the button, but it was unintentional. So i took it, still between my legs, over to Sir (who was sitting on the couch straight cross from me), and he turned it back on…. And moved it up to Level 3!

That was when i really had most of the orgasms. But since i was close to David, i sat on his couch… with the thingie between my legs pressing firmly on my clit. And i pulled Sir’s shorts off and started giving him that blow job too. i was ravenous in my sucking. What i felt between my legs, was manifested in my mouth and onto his cock! And his member responded!

When halftime was over, so was i! And i was thankful to be done as his pussy and my body were exhausted!

i went to our room and prepared for bed. He came in a bit later and said, “the belt can stay off for tonight. I don’t think you have enough energy now to touch yourself. I think you’ll sleep well now too.”

And he was right.

i suspect the next time i question his authority, i won’t be treated so kindly. i won’t have good surprises, or his grace.

This time though, this is exactly what i absolutely needed…. To feel loved and appreciated. And while he held his ground (and did not produce the key until he wanted to), i was firmly made aware that he did it from a position of love.

It’s made me realize that good things come to those who wait…. Patiently, submissively, and respectfully.

There (hopefully) won’t be a next time where i (stupidly) question his key holder decisions… and merely accept it!

Hugs,

Marie

266 – just call me Little Miss Stubborn!

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i am acting out today. i don’t entirely know why i am acting this way, but i am. And David is unimpressed.

So far i have escaped punishment, but i think if i continue to carry on this way it will not end well for me.

So i told you in my last post that at the end of our Maintenance Friday session, Sir told me to put on the chastity belt. And i did.

i slept in it last night and have worn it all day today. i have no immediate end in sight either. Mostly because of my own attitude problems!

This morning, David went off to play golf and i stayed home. Unless you count the belt, i have stayed naked all day today. And in the process of being alone, and in my own mind, i have managed to get myself angry that i am still locked up.

i texted David while he was golfing and asked if i could have the key. When he asked me why, i didn’t have a good reason and so he said No.

And as the day has worn on, the obsession with getting out has become my sole focus. Every time David commented on something, related or not, i managed to bring it up. And the answer has been “no” every time.

Twice now he’s asked me, “Do you need to Assume The Position? Because we can cure you of this attitude.” To which i responded with, “i don’t want to,” but admittedly, my behavior would suggest otherwise!

At one point, i texted Sir saying, “i am throwing my own (mental) temper tantrum over being in this belt. i don’t want to wear it anymore today.”

i continued, “if i were a toddler, i’d be in hysterics and screaming, while crying, “let me out!” And if i were a teen, i’d be throwing down anger while screaming, “this is stupid. You are being unfair and untrusting! i don’t deserve this.”

He didn’t care. And that made me madder still.

He said, “Remember. You did this to yourself.”

When i responded with on,y the word “ok” was when he asked me the first time if i needed to Assume The Position. Maybe i should’ve said yes, as he’d likely let me out to be able to spank me!

Now since he’s been home, he smiles a wicked smile at me and keeps on walking. Once he did ask if i NEEDED to be let out. i told him MENTALLY i do. He said that wasn’t a need worth entertaining.

Then another time he asked me, “why exactly do you want to be out?”

And the thing is, i don’t really know. i think it’s just the fact that it doesn’t seem necessary. Or maybe it’s because he’s home, so he should want it open to play with. Or maybe it’s because i feel like he’s not trusting me. Or maybe it’s just because i do!

When I didn’t really have any answer at all, he said, “you just want out to play with yourself and there’s no reason for that as I’m not allowing that at this time.”

Now you’d think this would be enough for me to get my head screwed on straight. i mean, really…. i have no valid reason for wanting out. i agreed to submit, so… submit already!

And if that submission means he wants HIS pussy locked up, then it is what it is! i should be happy and thankful that he cares enough to lock it up!

i know all this. i know it’s fact. i know it’s nothing i want to change.

i just ALSO want to be unlocked. Or maybe i just want to know when i will be unlocked.

Maybe it’s that i just don’t know when the lock will be sprung. In the most recent long-time locked sessions, i knew it was because David was out of town, AND i knew when he would return. So i could (and did) mentally prepare myself to get to the finish line.

But NOW.

Now i don’t know when or where the finish line is! It might be in 5-minutes or 5-days!

Unfortunately you’d think i would just get into my submissive mind and be ok with this. But instead, while i am done pouting and screaming and throwing a temper tantrum…. i am getting to the Stubborn-stage. i am now digging in my heels.

i now am like, “fine. See if i care. i will wear this belt and you get denied too! Because while i can’t play, neither can you!!”

And i know he knows that i am now becoming stubborn. He asked me why i was. When i shrugged, he laughed and said, “ok. That’s fine.”

The thing is, David is just as stubborn as i am! He can (probably) hold out longer than me on this one as HE HAS THE KEY.

And even if he wants to use me, he can produce the key, unlock, use, and relock at his will.

Frankly, he has NO reason to let me out before i change my attitude! All he has to do is sit back… and wait.

i know…. This is SO stupid on my part. i don’t hold the key and i don’t have any idea where it is! And i got myself into the belt for suggesting to David last night that he shouldn’t allow me to orgasm. AND i have agreed to submit. AND this belt is comfortable (overall). AND there is NO reason to be out….. Except that i want to be!

We shall see, but i won’t be surprised if i am in this belt tonight too. Hell, at the rate i am going… it may be tonight AND tomorrow night too! i may hit a new high for the length of consecutive time in belt!

i am going to try to change my attitude. i know it’s in my own best interest!

Hugs,

Marie

265 – Maintenance Friday – with a Twist

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Yesterday was Friday. David has decided to (truly) reinstate Maintenance Fridays (MF’s).

If you don’t count the one Friday where he recently said we were going to reinstate MF’s and we did have one maintenance session, we haven’t really done MF‘s since we resumed D/s in May, making the last time MF’s were a true part of our routine go all the way back to December (and it so September now).

i think after David saw how successful my recent punishment spanking was, he wants to see more of the best-submissive-wife and reinforce it. Or maybe after he spanks, he gets a twitch and urge to do it again. Or maybe both!

Either way, neither of us had time to do it in the morning, as had to leave home before me. As he kissed me goodbye he said, “we do your Maintenance tonight.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you and have a good day.” And he said goodbye and was gone.

When i arrived home after work, nothing was really said about it and i figured if or when he was wanting to do that, he would tell me. Instead, we did the normal evening activities: eat dinner (he ALWAYS cooks), clean up (i always clean), watch tv in the living room together.

Frequently i sit in my lounger chair and he stretches out on the couch. Not too long later, i had to use the restroom, where i decided to simply leave my shorts off. And when i rejoined him, i opted to join him on the couch and snuggle up next to him.

He smiled and said, “what happened to your shorts?”

“i lost them,” i said with a smile.

He smiled back and with a half-hearted laugh said, “Clearly.”

He didn’t touch me sexually, but rather just draped his arm around me and we continued watching tv. Since i wanted more, i started to rub on him. Starting with his arm, moving south to his chest, and further to his belly, and lower to his cock.

i wasn’t sure if he’d allow me to touch his cock or not, but he did and i was happy.

As i felt it start to grow, i decided to spring it from his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Again wondering if or when he’d stop me. He didn’t. i was even more happy!

He leaned back to give me more easy access and never said a word, so i continued. That was when i turned on the couch to get up on all fours and lowered my mouth onto his getting-more-erect-by-the-second cock. i started to give him a blow job in earnest as he continued to watch tv.

i was pleased with myself as i felt his cock grow quite hard in my mouth! i went fast and slow, deep and shallow, and suctioned hard and then less. i can’t say for sure if i was really doing this all for him or myself! i enjoy making him happy and the happier he becomes, the happier i am too. (Fuck that stupid saying, “Happy Wife, Happy Life.” It really should be something more like “SUBMISSIVE wife, Happy Life.”)

While i DID want him to touch me too, i didn’t want him to think i was solely doing it to get to that end result either. And had he touched my parts, (or should i really be saying, “had he touched his pussy”) he would’ve discovered how wet i was already!

But he didn’t touch his wet pussy. Instead, his bare hand came down on my left butt cheek with some force. He’s never spanked me while i have his cock deep in my mouth, so this was new.

Now if i were him, i would never spank with my dick in her mouth. i wouldn’t trust her enough to not end up with teeth on my member from her jerky movements, gritting her teeth to deal with the pain, or otherwise just having the ability to reciprocate the pain i was putting on her that she’d then think she could inflict on me! But Sir is not me. And i am not the person with a dick. i am the female sub and he is the male Dom, and as such, he either trusted me or was testing me to clearly NOT do those things!

As his hand met my ass, i didn’t stop or otherwise miss a beat with my blow job for him. His hand lifted away and he landed another, in the exact same spot, with even more intensity than the first. i let out a moan. i couldn’t tell if it signaled a sound to Sir like it pleasure or pain, but i knew … it was both!

And another swat, and another swat, and MANY more landed in the exact same spot, only on my left cheek and all with increasing intensity.

I didn’t even try to keep count as that would’ve been too much. i simply focused on ensuring my teeth did NOT collide with his cock, NOT allowing my body to move with each swat, and allowing him to deliver a different kind of maintenance with grace and acceptance.

At one point as the swats continuously rained down on just my left ass cheek, i did let go of his dick as i no longer trusted myself to be kind to his member. i still didn’t move or otherwise try to stop the maintenance spanking, but rather allowed him to continue. As he did, I let out more moans, squeaks, and squeals that let him know this hand spanking was making its mark, literally and figuratively.

The fire was growing in intensity on my ass cheek as he didn’t stop. He seemed rather intent on delivering an impactful MF, as i was equally intent on accepting it too.

Finally he stopped and he rubbed my ass cheek, while saying, “was this an effective maintenance?”

“Yes Sir.”

“How do you feel?”

“submissive Sir.”

“Good deal.” And he lifted my head and kissed me deeply.

Then he expertly put away his cock and said, “that’s enough for me. Now for your pleasure….” Oh yah!

i leaned straight back on my legs, to where my back was again on the couch but this time i was laying down with my legs toward him and my pussy exposed giving him a straight on view.

His hand came to my clit and started rubbing on it. He rubbed slowly and lovingly, and in a most teasing manner. Then he slid his fingers across my opening, but kept moving on rather than penetrating. He moved to the left side of my mound and back up to the top on the side, then slid straight down over my clit and opening again, and moved to the right side and repeated. He was slowly teasing and torturing me.

Finally he amped up his intensity and speed where he started playing with my clit in earnest. i arched my back and soon asked if i could orgasm. He said no. i expected that answer but also hoped for a yes, as i knew this wouldn’t be much longer and i would spill over the edge into a full orgasm without permission.

So i eked out, “pleaseeee Sir.”

And i heard NO again.

i cringed and said, “Sir, either you need to stop or say yes. i can’t hold out much longer.”

He laughed. And continued.

i decided to be brave and pull his hand away from my clit. And after breathing in more deeply again after getting the reprieve, i said, “i don’t want tonight to be about me but rather you. If you want me to cum Sir, please let me. Otherwise, if you are going to say no, then lock it up and let me sit in my frustration.”

While smiling and letting out a laugh he said, “sounds like an excellent idea. Go lock it up!”

Well, because he laughed about it, i decided to test how solid that answer really was. While i suspected he was being serious, i couldn’t quite tell. Maybe i could influence his decision and appeal to his sexual side to give me a different answer.

Maybe if i laid here another minute with my legs open to him, while moving one hand to squeeze my tit and moving the other hand southward toward my mound, while asking, “are you sure you don’t want to just say yes?” that i could be seductive enough to get a better answer.

He didn’t budge. He slapped his hand straight down onto my very swollen clit and said, “did I stutter?”

Ouchie!

“No Sir…. But….”

SLAP down onto my tender and wet clit again! “Then GO-LOCK-IT-UP-NOW! Before I deliver a punishment spanking!”

Ugh. Fine.

And i stood and went to get the chastity belt on. As I was putting it on, i talked to his pussy, “sorry girl. i wish I hadn’t opened my big mouth as you’d probably have gotten to have that big O you wanted.”

As crazy as it sounds, i felt her respond to my words by releasing some (pre-orgasm) juices and relaxing of my muscles. i couldn’t tell if she was mad or not.

With the the chastity belt sliding into its familiar place, i snapped the lock into its place too, and i walked out to the living room with the key in hand. Sir smiled at me and said, “You look wonderful. Now come sit beside me again and let’s finish watching this show together.”

And i did.

And we did.

As we watched the show, his arm was draped around my shoulders and his fingers came down to fondle, pinch, pull, and twist on my tits. He asked me, “do you think you can orgasm with this type of stimulation?”

i looked up into his eyes and said, “Unfortunately no Sir. While it is extremely arousing, i don’t think it would ever be enough to get me to orgasm.”

i saw a devious grin in return and he said, “GOOD!” And kept up the (extremely arousing) assault on my tits.

He casually said, “I was going to allow you to orgasm until you suggested that maybe you shouldn’t.”

i spoke honestly as i replied, “Even though i wanted to orgasm, i shouldn’t get everything i want just because i want it. Frustration and delayed gratification is good for me. It teaches me more appreciation for it when i do get it.”

i’m pretty sure he liked my answer, but he didn’t say much in response.

When the show was over he announced it was time for bed. And in a fatherly voice he said, “I feel you need to sleep in your belt to ensure you are a good girl tonight. You’ll sleep better and have a better day tomorrow without the stress of trying to keep your hands away from yourself because you aren’t allowed to masturbate or orgasm tonight.”

“Yes Sir.”

Now this morning when i greeted Sir, i asked him what he had planned for the day. He indicated he was going to play golf. As he said that, i decided to not ask to have the belt off as i suspected the answer would come back in the form of a question. That question being, “why?” to which, of course, i would have no good reason.

As he got ready to go we did talk about the belt though, where he confirmed what i expected he would say. He said he didn’t see any reason for it to come off whereby having it off would end in a good result (meaning…. He suspects … and he’s probably right! …. That if the belt were off, i would play with myself until i orgasmed.)

And with that, he grabbed up the keys and put them in his pocket.

As he started to head for the door, he grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a deep and passion filled kiss. He said, “try to be good while I’m gone.”

I thanked him, presumably for the kiss but i also intended it to be for the Dominance he is exerting over me. And i said, “it’s pretty hard to be BAD while in the belt Sir.”

“Exactly!” was his response.

Then i moved to the hall facing the doorway, intentionally making the last thing he saw of me being me naked, with the chastity belt locked in place, and said in a pouty sort of way, “go have fun playing with yourself while i am NOT playing with myself.”

“Oh I will most definitely!” and he was off.

Now i am here. Naked. In a chastity belt. i am not clear if he kept the keys with him or hid them in the house. But does it matter? NO. It does not.

i am sexually frustrated, in chastity, alone in my house…. And will find something else to do now.

Maybe tonight i will get to orgasm. Or maybe not. Maybe i will get the belt off. Or maybe not.

As i said before, the belt is incredibly effective and does not allow me access to myself, not painful and actually (overall) comfortable to have on. It isn’t fully 100% comfortable, which is probably a good thing as it is never then able to be forgotten about and always making me “aware” it is there. In reminding me it is there, i am reminded WHY it is there. Not because i am bad but because i am not being allowed to be bad. And Sir locked up what was important to him, to which i find comfort too.

And it is a privilege to have the belt off. One that I did not earn or receive today… and while i’d rather have it off and orgasm, i am ok with having it on and being denied that privilege today too.

Hugs,

Marie

264 – Privileges are earned

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i am locked up now for 12-hours already, and 24-more to go! If i thought 24-hours was a long time before, this will be 50% more than that!

David had to go out of town again for another one- night trip. Unlike the last one where he was gone from 7a to 7a, at just 24-hours total, this trip he’s to be gone from 7a to 5p, or 36-hours total.

But before i was locked in my chastity belt, he used the electricity dildo on me this morning before he left where i had 4-continuous orgasms and it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!

He had about 30-minutes before he had to leave and as he was preparing to do so, he grabbed up the new dildo and told me to “climb up on the (kitchen) island and spread your legs.”

So i did.

His tongue went straight to my clit as the dildo went straight inside me. OMG! And then the vib was turned on. And then the electricity part was turned on.

My eyes rolled back in my head and my head flipped back and i squeaked out the words, “may i please come Sir?”

And he said, “well, I suppose.” And he laughed. Always joking!

That was all the words i got out as the electricity caused my cunt to contract and then spasm over and over again. i couldn’t really quite tell where one orgasm ended and another started! i think it was 4, but may have been 5 or even 6! (Who knew electricity INSIDE was devine, but OUTSIDE just hurts! How is that even possible?)

Then he said it was time for me to get dressed for work.

He asked me if i was going to be a good girl while he was gone. i said i wasn’t too sure, because now that i had some … i wanted more! i am insatiable when it comes to orgasms!

That’s when i said rather sheepishly and unsure of why i was saying it, “Maybe i need to be locked in chastity while you are gone Sir.”

He said with some skepticism, “that may be difficult to do. You will be locked for about 36-hours. Can you handle that?”

“Sir, i think i don’t trust myself. This is probably what i need.”

“Ok, then that’s settled. Go lock her up and bring me the key!”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

And that was that.

As the day progressed, we texted as we do. i told him about some of the blogs i have read about women in chastity. He was intrigued.

i told him about one blogger who has said if her Master isn’t using her cunt hole, it’s locked up. He has fucked her anally while she’s still in chastity (although he apparently didn’t like the restriction caused from the belt, and opted to take it off even for anal fucks thereafter too!)

i told my Sir about this and he was now seriously interested. i asked him if he would ever consider locking me up when not in use, and his response was, “depends on how good you are.” i wasn’t sure i wanted him to do this or not! i just wanted to know what he thought about it though too.

When i inquired further, we ultimately came to the joint agreement that “being out of the belt needs to be considered a privilege, and appreciated, and respected.” (And that i shouldn’t beg to be out of the belt either… as again… that’s a privilege to be earned!)

i told Sir, “i could get on board with that!” And he said, “GOOD!”

So it’s possible that Sir will start locking me up when i am not in use. And i will be thankful when i am let out too! i am intrigued by this, although admittedly i am unsure if i want this or not, but i will accept whatever Sir ultimately decides too.

While time will tell what we ultimately do here, i think this is so fucking sexy! i see being locked up, with my Sir holding the key, as one of the most submissive things i could ever do. Not allowing myself, or anyone else, to even physically touch, let alone sexually touch, what belongs solely to my Sir is so fucking hot to me!

As i walk in chastity, i feel the belt between my legs, around my waist, and moving with me. It’s like he is with me 25 (or 36!) consecutive hours, all the time, reminding me that this puss belongs to him … and him alone!

And now tonight i have been texting with him, where i learned he had a happy ending massage in his hotel room. He thought of me sitting, in chastity, in the corner watching. If i was a good girl, he’d let me touch one or both of them, but would not be allowed to orgasm … as i was to watch not (totally) participate, not to mention in chastity. When i asked him if he would have let me out of the belt he said, “nope! Not a chance!”

That was so fucking hot and i told him that too. i then said to him, “i now want to get out of this belt and ride a big dildo to orgasm all over it.”

And he said, “uh no! Remember, this is keeping you from yourself! You’ll sleep well tonight knowing how safe you are.”

Uh no, i won’t.

“i’m not sure if your denial (in refusing to tell me where the key is and not allow me out of the belt tonight) makes me happy or frustrated or both!” is what i actually said in the text.

He wrote, “Good!”

And he’s right. It is good!

My submission is deep. About as deep as i could possibly get, yet i yearn for more too!

As i sleep alone tonight, in nothing but my chastity belt, i could not be happier (and couldn’t be more desirous of an orgasm as well)!!

i am hopeful Sir will use me tomorrow night when he’s home, but if he chooses not to, i pray he continues to keep me locked up with the key hidden from me until he feels it appropriate to let me out.

Because….

Being out

is a privilege,

to be earned and respected!

(PS,,, i went looking for the key. i don’t need out, but wondered if i could find it too. i guess i was that curious. i didn’t find it. He didn’t hide it in any of the usual, expected places. i suspect i might’ve been disappointed if i had found it. It’s good to know i am truly at his discretion and he (literally) holds the key to ME … and my heart!)

Hugs,

Marie