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284 – The Chastity Belt Logistics

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This chastity belt below is the belt that i currently wear. It’s cute. It works. But I’m really more excited about the fancy one I’m waiting for – the fancy stainless steel chastity belt I have on order.

chastity belt i wear

And this picture below is of the Fancy steel Chastity Belt… the more durable/permanent one i have on order. This one’s made to order, fits to several specific measurements, and is generally a much higher-quality chastity belt. However – it’s an investment. Luckily, i found this less expensive and still perfectly good chastity belt that gave the belt and i the chance to get to know one another before deciding to make the bigger investment on a high-quality fitted belt.


It is substantially the same in style, but made and personalized to fit my specific measurements.

At Matthew’s request (thanks again for inquiring), i am going to write about ….. all the logistics of wearing my chastity belt, including how it fits, how much comfort it is, and especially hygiene.

i never really have written about this as i didn’t think anyone would care to read it. And for myself, even when i don’t think you may care, i write about stuff that i may want to look back and reflect upon, which usually entails my feelings or opinions about something at that time, rather than logistical things such as this. But since Matthew asked… i must be wrong and well…. here goes.

Overall

When i wear the Chastity Belt, it starts to feel a part of me. i have thought about whether it is more of something that i put on, like underwear or is it more of something that is attached to me, like say hair. Wearing a g-string or thong pair of panties is what it looks and feels like, albeit my chastity belt is bigger and made of hard metal not soft cotton (or whatever). But when it is locked on and especially when i do not have the key, it starts to resemble something more of like the hair on my head that is attached but (somewhat) still separate too.

i haven’t been able to definitively say whether i think the chastity belt is more like panties or like hair, as it resembles both in different ways and at different times.

i will also say that i have a love/hate relationship with it. When i don’t wear it for awhile, i miss it. But when i have to wear it nonstop (like this recent week), i want to be rid of it. It’s probably like the saying that Shakespeare is credited with of “too much of a good thing can get harmful.” While the chastity belt isn’t exactly “harmful,” i only really want to wear it in small doses too. But that’s all about to change.. more on that later.

So without further ado ….

Purpose – why do I wear a chastity belt?

i want to explain WHY i asked my husband permission to wear a chastity belt in the first place. (YES, i asked!)

David never really wanted me to have or wear a belt. It was my idea. While he’s now come around and sees the benefits of it, he was initially disgusted and annoyed that i had little to no self-control. He didn’t think a “crutch” should be needed to help me be compliant and to follow the rule of: NO TOUCHING AND/OR NO ORGASM WITHOUT PERMISSION.

He wanted me to have better self control. And while it did improve, it wasn’t great. i still snuck into our bedroom or closet or even in the bathroom and rubbed one out. Then i felt guilty. Then i told him. Then i got punished. Then the real pain set in…. of seeing his disappointment… this caused sadness. And i went down an emotional negative roller coaster of not being enough, self degradation of “why can’t i just do as I am expected to?”, and “why can’t i be good”…… Then i would promise to do better.

And i would repeat the bad behavior. Albeit usually “less.” While the bad behavior lessened, it still happened, especially when he was out of town for any period of time.

That was when i asked for a chastity belt. If you can’t prevent bad behavior from using after-the-fact discipline, maybe you can prevent the bad behavior from happening before-the-fact. If it’s literally prevented from happening at all, the disappointment, frustration, guilt, sadness, inadequacies and discipline can ALL be avoided! Which leaves only joy and happiness when the belt comes off and when Sir’s touch (hands tongue, or cock) comes together with my pussy.

At least that was my thought anyway. While David disagreed and said i should have better mental staying power, i didn’t. And he eventually conceded to allow it. Now after getting the belt, he actually agrees (more) and sees the benefits too. (But he stills wants me to have better self control too.)

We had previously (jointly) decided that i would only orgasm with his permission or at his doing. i would not touch myself or have orgasms otherwise. Ever.

We had decided this and put the rule in place because over all the years of our marriage, like anyone who masturbates, i had perfected it. To the point, i didn’t care much to have him get me off in any form or fashion. That was bad as then i didn’t care to have sexual relations of any kind with him. Or when i did, i was of the mindset, “can you just hurry up and finish yourself so i can finish myself the way i like?” And regularly, i didn’t want to have sex with him at all because he wasn’t my “preferred lover.” In a sense, you could say i was cheating on him with myself.

That had to change. i knew it. He knew it. So with D/s, this was one of the first things we set out to improve. Our sex life. Now… He gives me a LOT of orgasms. While i am not allowed to do it of my own accord, i don’t lack for satisfaction either. In addition, i now look forward to seeing him, loving on him, dressing sexy for him, and … having orgasms by his hand or cock or tongue. (Okay, i am getting wet as i write that! THAT would never have happened before!)

How my chastity belt fits

It’s probably worthwhile to speak on this as it goes a long way to explaining the rest of things below also.

The belt fits snuggly on my hips and even more so between my legs to cover my crotch. Overall though it’s neither tight nor is it lose, but snug. Very snug!

Similar to say a fitted pair of jeans, that’s about how the chastity belt fits too. Snug and firmly touching my body, but not restrictive nor causing pain and difficulty walking/talking/ or breathing either.

Fitted jeans are snug on almost every part of your body where it touches from your waist all the way down to your ankles. If you put your shoes on first, you likely couldn’t get your jeans on second and would end up needing to take your shoes off and starting over. Similarly fitted jeans —- and a CB — are fitted.

Starting with the waistband, it fits snugly enough to not move (much), but not so tight that anything feels smashed in. i have no issues with breathing or any internal problems (like my intestines working to create waste and feces). In other words: i have no pain from the chastity belt.

The waist band part of my chastity belt is similar to wearing any other belt on your waistline where i can stick my finger between the belt and my waist. i can’t get two fingers in there without sucking in my breath and my waistline, and of course, even if i do that it would be a short lived event when i breath again!

In the crotch area, it fits even more snuggly than the waist. It needs to be a bit tighter there for two reasons: 1) to restrict access, and 2) to not rub or chafe.

When i first got it, i had it a bit too lose there. (Yes, the chastity belt is adjustable with a screw driver and Allen wrench). And it chafed the upper inside part of my thighs. The part RIGHT where your thigh and outer sides of your labia/pussy can touch. When i tightened the belt, the chafing stopped as it was held in place and was not able to move or slip around as i walk. It felt a lot better being tighter than loser, believe it or not.

So all in all, my chastity belt is fitted tightly, but not too tightly, to do its job but not restrict me from walking-talking-breathing or any other similar activity. i have found it’s easy to exercise in it too. While i don’t do real strenuous or difficult exercises, i can walk and run in it without issue. And i have and do these things without problems while in the belt.

Unlike a pair of fitted jeans, if my chastity belt was not fitted it would not do its job. That job being to restrict access to my pussy by me or anyone else for penetration and/or masturbation. Because i have never achieved orgasm without being touched with something on or in my pussy, it forces abstinence also.

Access

Now that said, can i still touch myself?? Yes. But only a little bit. Not enough to break the rules either. Let me explain.

When i stretch my legs wideeeeee open while squatting down, like say a sumo wrestler, i can put one finger inside the waist band and press it outward, where i can then manage to get a finger from my other hand under the chastityt belt crotch band and touch my pussy.

My finger can only touch the left side only, and then i can repeat it for the right side. This is NOT a comfortable position (and not enough touch/sensation to even want to try to get myself to orgasm) but it IS useful to be able to clean myself. (More on the cleaning part below.)

But. My finger is wedged in there, my legs are as wide as i can possibly make them and i am standing in a squatting position. Not to mention, my finger still gets caught up in my labia lips (as there just isn’t a lot of room) and not truly all the way to my pussy hole.

i have tried pressing my finger further inward, and it (very painfully) pinched my labia lips as it folded over on itself and the outer edge of my finger scrapped against the inside of the metal CB, taking a slight layer of skin off my finger. It was like a carpet burn for several days and less than comfortable! i stopped that motion and never tried it again!

The chastity belt is comfortable

Just like thong underwear or hair on my head don’t hurt, neither does the CB.

Of course, sometimes our clothing needs adjustments as we wear it through the day. As i walk and/or sit, the belt slips around just a tiny bit.

While i am clearly not a man, i have been told that men’s balls sometimes get caught in the folds of their pants as they sit down. So they learn to pull up their pants at the crotch area to give a bit of slack as they sit and more room for their balls to fit nicely into that spot. So sitting in the chastity belt has done the same for me. As i sit, i have learned to pull up on the pants, press on the front of the CB and to move slowly. This gives room for the CB to ensure it slides into a comfortable position as I end at the waist, so that my labia lips don’t get pinched inside the CB. This took awhile to learn, but now i can do it seamlessly.

Just like panties, at some point the feeling and awareness of having them on dissipates, so is the same for my belt. Like right now, as i type this, there is just one spot (probably only a single inch of it) on the waistband that must be a bit tight in the way i am sitting that i can feel. Otherwise, i can’t “feel” it despite it being in constant contact with my body. It is truly comfortable in that way.

i honestly like feeling a bit uncomfortable in it though too. Like the single inch i am aware of on the waistband at the moment that i can feel, keeps my mind in the here and now. It reminds me i DO have it on and i have it on for a reason.

So sometimes it is slightly uncomfortable too, but i actually think that’s a good thing. It’s not so uncomfortable that it hurts, but only so much that i am aware of its existence. And it makes me mentally reminded who i submit to and why! (And yearn to be allowed release from the CB and be allowed an orgasmic release too!)

Bathroom

i suspect this is the part you really care about and i wouldn’t be surprised if you skipped ahead to read just this alone! That’s cool.

When i have access to the key, i just take the belt off for bathroom breaks as that’s much easier and simpler. Realistically though, having the key sort of defeats the purpose of having the CB which is to restrict access. While wearing the CB at anytime does make access more challenging and even front of mind, when i have the key i could take it off and play with myself … or let someone else play with me …. anytime i truly wanted. So i ultimately prefer to NOT have the key!

And when i have to use the bathroom with the belt on, i manage just fine but it is more of a process too.

TO URINATE i sit down, spread my legs wide where one leg is literally on each side of the toilet bowl. Then i put my one finger inside the very top of the belt to press it slightly forward giving a bit of extra “space” down there, and release the urine.A close up of the shield and the urine holes on the belt i currently wear.

Because there are holes in the front shield that covers my pussy, most of the urine comes out the holes, but some urine does also come out the sides too. That’s why i sit with legs very wide open, to allow that urine the space to drip out too.This is what the shield looks like on the Fancy Steel belt too. As you can see, the holes allow for easy urination to flow right through.

But some urine does get trapped inside the belt. This is where, if i am home, i have a water bottle beside the toilet that i use to squirt water down inside the belt and onto my puss. (Man is that some cold water too!). The added water forces the remaining urine to be washed out.

This is also where wiping becomes extra important and a bit of challenge too. First i wipe all along the left/right edges. Then i take another bit of toilet paper and press it inside and under the belt on either side. (Remember above when i said i can press a single finger on either side but it’s not enough to get past my labia lips and pleasure myself…..) This is where that small bit of space isn’t big enough to get my fingers really inside the belt, but paper is thinner and can effectively be pressed deeper between my pussy and the CB. i repeat this on both sides.

Lastly, i swipe the outer edges of the belt itself, in case any urine is lingering on the outside. This is the same as i would swipe my pussy if i was not wearing the belt.

Finally. When i am at home, i go and stand in front of our floor length fan in the bedroom, with my legs spread wide to allow the fan to air dry myself even further. This helps to ensure i truly get dry, which will prevent any yeast infections from happening but also to just get things all dry to not drip too.

All of this is a process for sure which is why i would prefer to NOT urinate in the chastity belt, but it happens. i have learned better bladder control now and i can hold it longer. (Not so long i could end up with a bladder infection, but i have strengthened my bladder muscles too. That’s a good thing!)

TO HAVE A BOWEL MOVEMENT is actually easier than urination, believe it or not! The belt has a metal circle ring in the back that is about 2’ish inches wide and long. i haven’t measured it exactly but that’s my guesstimation.

When i sit down on the toilet, similar to urinating, i open my legs wide where one leg is on either side of the bowl. i pull each butt cheek “apart.” This lets the belt’s metal hole get really wedged into my butt cheeks. This serves to line up the chastity belt hole RIGHT up against my anal hole. Plus, the belt effectively holds my butt cheeks open too.

i then stick a finger down to my anal hole to ensure it truly is aligned with the CB hole. It always is though but i like to be sure too.

And i poop. The same as always. To date, i have never NOT hit the hole. i have never had a mess or problem with the belt getting filthy at all. i honestly think missing the hole would be quite difficult actually as the hole is rather big.

And because the hole is big enough for the poop to pass through, as you can imagine, it’s big enough to wipe pretty well also. As well, with the CB hole wedged between my butt cheeks, the leftover poop is JUST on my anus hole and not on my butt cheeks or the CB. It just works well.

Showering

Showering is super easy. It’s substantially the same as always but … with my belt on. i know that sounds like i am being cheeky, but it isn’t intended to be.

Because the chastity belt is metal, it is water proof so water is of no consequence.

The lock used on the belt that i currently wear is not water proof, so i cover it up to take a shower. If it were to get wet and not be dried off, it would eventually rust. The snack-size ziplock bags work really well for this but of course, any covering works. And if i were to forget to cover it, as long as i dry it off, it should be fine.

When i get to washing my puss and anal hole, i lather soap into my hand and assume the sumo-wrestler position mentioned above. And i press one finger inward under the belt, while the other hand holds it outward from the waist hand as much as possible. And repeat on the other side. And then repeat to wipe all around the belt edges around my waist too.

Then to rinse, i take down the shower head, as it is a removable head, and i put the water right up onto my pussy. Just as the urine comes out of the holes on the front of the shield, the water (and soap) goes in and out as i move the shower head all around too.

i won’t lie, this tends to significantly arouse me, as the water is warm, super soft, touching my pussy. It’s the only stimulation my pussy gets, but it loves it too! In addition to being sit,usages, i generally become frustrated too, as i can’t ever get to orgasm with just edging from the water!

Sleeping with a chastity belt

Sleeping the first few nights was a challenge, but now is easy. the only reason it was a challenge was that my mind wouldn’t settle down. It was something new and at first i worried about the safety of doing it, but then i was just turned on and had to ignore it.

It isn’t really hard to get comfortable at all, since the CB is generally comfortable anyway. Now, it is what it is and it’s just no-big-deal.

The ability to hide my chastity belt under my clothes

I have literally worn every-single-thing in my wardrobe exact,y the same as i always do without a single issue!

No one can see anything, including myself.

That’s likely because the CB is fitted so closely to my body, and it is super thin, that you just can’t see it.

Ability to orgasm

In a nutshell: i can’t!

i can’t touch myself “enough” with the CB on to be successful to masturbate or orgasm. i can’t get anything (other than water) inside the holes, and that’s not enough either.

Mental

And WHY exactly do we want all this? Because it forces me to rely solely upon my husband for my sexual happiness and joy. It forces me to be keenly aware of who is in charge and who has control. It gives him mental and physical power over me.

The chastity belt creates a position of being MORE than just speaking the words, “i am your submissive wife and you are my Dominant in control.”

We talk more, we spend more time together, and we are more connected.

And…. i am able to eliminate all the negativity around “trying to be good and follow he rules,” while failing to have self control.

It literally gives him the key to (my heart and) my sex…. Which is entirely his to use or not… Which he does…. Which makes us both very happy.

This is working well for us.

So now you know. Now maybe you see that wearing the chastity belt is not terribly difficult to navigate but does require some changes to hygiene patterns. But clearly not impossible at all either. My hygiene is not compromised at all. And “if” it ever becomes an issue, i will “call red” and get out of the belt to get healthy again too.

My Sir loves and respects me, as i him.

While wearing the chastity belt is nowhere near a “normal activity,” for most women, this is a good thing for us. And i am happy about this.

Hugs,

Marie

283 – “Your shoes aren’t a symbol”

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^^^^^ THAT was my conversation earlier tonight with my Sir. About my Chastity belt. And me wanting to have the key to take it off.

i won’t lie, i basically threw a temper tantrum today. i wanted the belt off. i lost. The belt is still on.

Sir won.

Officially he should always win. Unofficially it doesn’t always happen. Today it did happen.

Yes, today…. SIR WON! i know i already said that, but it was worth repeating.

i even looked for the key in all the areas i thought it would be. i really wasn’t sure as i looked if:

1) i was going to be able to find it,

2) if i did find it, would i actually use it,

3) if i wouldn’t use it, why was i looking.

i stopped looking. i don’t think i do want to find it. And it was not in any of those usual or expected places anyway.

Sir hid it well. He won there too.

He’s right in that the belt isn’t uncomfortable really, just getting (more and more) annoying. The way keeping my shoes on when i get home is annoying. But he is right, my shoes are not a symbol. The chastity belt is.

The chastity belt represents a literal and real power exchange. A total power exchange that i have willing done without regret. i would do it again too.

i completely trust my Sir and i give him my all. Until i want the belt off. Until i want to take back the control but to which he does not allow.

i am glad he has not succumbed to my wishes.

In the end, i do NOT want to be in charge and i am glad Sir is. Just sometimes, i want to win. Like today when i have wanted the belt off.

He’s home tomorrow at about this time (7p) but now (based on his comments above), i am unsure if the belt will even come off then.

This is good for me in the end. This total power exchange reminds me of how small i am and how small i should remain.

i write all this while sitting on the couch, in my chastity belt. i have given up asking for it to come off and will submit the way i should. Hopefully anyway! And if i don’t, i suspect i will still be in my belt but then ALSO have a red ass to go with it!

(And did you see the part about my fiction story? i am working on another one. Maybe tonight yet … or tomorrow. Will see.)

Hugs,

Marie

282 – Back in Belt; Control is not mine

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David went to Florida for work today through Wednesday night for work. Again, he’s traveling. He has had to travel a lot lately.

His travel goes in streaks and this is one of them. i hate it, but of course, i can’t change it. i think he’s okay with it though. He rather likes traveling overall, which works well for someone who has to do it a lot like he has had to lately.

He left at 5am this morning, on Monday and he returns at 8pm on Wednesday night. A total of nearly 60-hours.

And this time, like many of the previous times David is out of town, i am back in my chastity belt.

This time, unlike some of the other previous times, i do NOT have the key.

i have no idea where it is, other than, “in our house,” which isn’t enough to be able to find it.

i don’t have the key because i needed to have some control taken away. In short, i had a privilege taken away.

As of late, we haven’t totally been on-point. We haven’t been totally off-point either. But, like anything not totally cared for properly, it starts to deteriorate. David hasn’t done maintenance spankings in awhile now, and i think he should have but i haven’t told him that. Instead, i have slowly and unintentionally become a bossy-little-brat-wife.

That led up to David getting so mad on Saturday he yelled at me. i probably deserved (some) of it, but some of it, i did not. When he yelled at me, i got incredibly angry. But. i didn’t say a word. Not-A-Single-Word!

In the past, when he’d get mad and yell, i would yell back. But now, i do not. While i could speak my concerns, “speak” is the key word. And because i was ANGRY i knew there was no way i would speak!

At the end of his yelling, he told me if i had a lot more to say (my mouth was what got me in trouble in the first place!) about the topic, i could walk home. You have NO idea just how close i was to doing it! Talking AND walking.

In the past, i would have challenged his words and called his bluff. i would have demanded to get out of the car and started walking. The dumb thing is that would only hurt myself and does nothing for or to him. And in the D/s world i live in now, Sir would actually let me out and i would be walking. Maybe not the entire way, but enough to wish i hadn’t been so stupid too. Because now, David (almost always) says what he means and means what he says.

So i sat in the vehicle in silence. Complete silence.

After about 10’ish minutes he asked me, “are you good?”

i wasn’t entirely sure i was, but i said i was. After i said that and thought about it more, i started to tell him i was NOT ok. But what was i going to say after that, that would make any difference whatsoever. i asked myself, “What can be said that would make a positive difference? What can i say that would end well?”

i couldn’t think of a single thing.

i also couldn’t think of a logical answer to the questions, “if you weren’t ok, then WHY did you say you were? Did you lie to me??”

So i continued to be silent.

After a bit of more silence, i really did become “ok.” And we began the trek to both being back to normal. Not long thereafter, we were indeed ok.

Yesterday (Sunday) when i was talking with David, i asked him why he got so mad and why he yelled at me. i also asked him why he allowed it to get that bad. His answer was simple, “laziness.”

Now today he went out of town and said he was hiding the key because control was something i had a little too much of lately and we needed to get him (not me) back into the proper position of control he so rightfully deserves.

i was a-ok with that. The belt went on, the lock snapped shut, and the key laid in his hand and then it went away.

Shortly thereafter Sir leaned in, kissed me goodbye, and he left.

It took all of an hour and i was ready to be out. Not because i needed it, but because i wanted it.

i wanted the control back. But i shouldn’t have it and it’s good that i don’t. This is good for both of us.

60-total-hours and counting.

Hugs,

Marie

281 – Fiction Punished Pussy

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Does he KNOW I haven’t orgasmed in more than a week now?

He should since it’s his dumb rule that I can’t masturbate and he hasn’t paid me any attention at all lately. But does he even realize how much he’s NOT paid any attention to me lately?

He’s ignored me for days. Oh I guess not fully or entirely, but in every way that seems to matter! I doubt Sir even cares if I break the rules or if I keep them!

Hell, this is stupid. I don’t need to follow rules that even he doesn’t seem to care to enforce. Fuck it, I’m doing this!

That’s when I got out of the shower, dried off, grabbed my favorite dildo and climbed on the bed.

I pressed the tip of the dildo to my pussy with one hand, while I used my other hand to spread those lips wide open to accept the big fake cock. I pressed it inward.

Oh wow, this feels good! It’s been so long since I’ve done this now.

I pressed it further inside, until it was fully seated deeply inside MY pussy! I deserve this self satisfaction. I’ve been a good girl and done everything right, and if Sir is so damn busy or uncaring to even notice me or MY pussy, then I’ll notice myself!

And I hit the power button.

Oh yes!

That old familiar and most wonderful feeling is so divine! This is so deserved and so completely overdue too. This is MY right to satisfy MY needy pussy!

I pulled the vibrator out and pressed it back in again. I began to move faster. And faster. This was such a nice feeling that I’ve so very much missed. The positive feelings beginning to stir deep within me are most exquisite.

I pressed the button on the vibrator to turn up the speed. And with that speed, my hand started to move faster yet too. This all had an immediate feeling of “oh wow” spread throughout my mind and body.

I went faster.

I let the tip come all the way out, just to be slammed very deeply back inside my needy hole. I heard the voice in my head say, “you are a needy bitch who deserves to feel this heat. That’s right, feel it rise. Bring it out. You need to orgasm big for me!”

It was enough to start making me seriously desire MY orgasm. As I moved the dildo in and out, I felt that orgasm rising. I could tell the big O wasn’t far off. Keep going. Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop you needy cunt!

If Sir loved me at all, he’d be here doing this for me and making me beg for orgasm while loving it when it finally comes.

Oh I’m so close. Go faster!

And I did. My hand automatically moved faster and faster.

Fuck this is so good. I am so close! I want to see your pussy clinch tightly around this cock and release that orgasm.

While my right hand controlled the dildo, my left hand made its way to the top of my mound. And then my fingers moved even further south to massage my clit.

It didn’t take long,,,,,

Of fuck yah! Here it comes….. please let me come NOW!

And it erupted!

Oh hell yah! This is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!

I pulled the cock from my pussy, pulled my legs together, and let myself feel the wave of the orgasm wash fully over me. I felt every muscle in my body relax into it as another wave started to roll over me.

<<CLAP CLAP CLAP>>

I was immediately startled. I opened my eyes and looked up to see my Sir standing there, leaning against the bedroom door frame, and clapping.

He said, “what a nice performance! Feel good baby girl?”

Ahhhh shit! He’s here. He’s seen what I’ve done WITHOUT PERMISSION too!

“Uhm, yes Sir.”

“Hope you enjoyed it, because that nice warm feeling you have now is not likely to last long.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by his words, but I surmised it wasn’t going to be a good result. I pulled myself up to a sitting position. I moved to cover myself and the scene of this crime. I stuttered to ask, “how long have you been standing there Sir?”

“Long enough,” was the response I got back. He also said, “Stop covering yourself, lay back down. But first turn sideways on the bed. Open your legs.”

I did as I was told but I was skeptical about where this was going. It sounded like this may be good, but I didn’t honestly think it was going to be.

As I opened my legs back to expose myself to my Sir, he moved closer to the bedside. I was laying perpendicular now, so my puss was open and close to his side. His hand came up and covered my pussy. He started rubbing on my mound. I felt his fingers moving toward my open hole.

He said, “I guess this pussy needed to orgasm?”

“Yes Sir.”

He asked, “So why didn’t you ask permission?”

“Because I felt ignored Sir.”

I felt at least two fingers penetrate my hole. I gasped. He said, “so you felt ignored and decided to take things into your own hands, literally? Instead of just talking to me?”

“I guess so Sir.”

He stuck more fingers inside me, and they started fucking my pussy. Oh wow, he’s going to let me get back to that orgasm high! I’m not getting my ass spanked and I don’t know why. But don’t question a good thing! Hell yah, I’ll take this!

“You guess?”

“Yes Sir.”

Then he asked the first real question, “Do you think that was a good girl thing to do?”

“Probably not Sir.”

His fingers were filing my hole entirely and stretching it out so smoothly too. He continued to fuck my hole. He was bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. He said, “Do you think you deserve to orgasm now?”

With my pussy full and getting so wet, I was finding it hard to focus on his words or to respond. I managed to get out the words, “I doubt it Sir.”

That’s when his fingers stopped.

I felt them leave my hole where I was now so completely empty. In an instant, I felt completely separated from my Sir. I wanted more! But I didn’t dare ask for more. I knew it wasn’t likely I’d get it.

While it looked like it was happening in slow motion and my eyes followed it all, where his hand lifted away from my body and came instantly SLAPPING straight down on my pussy.

Because of the open position I was in, as his hand fingers connected with my mound, his fingers moved from the top, through my slit, and all the way to my bottom in the bed. This all happened in one smooth motion that stung. So very badly too!

It hurt so bad. It was supposed to too. I cringed and instinctively pulled my legs up and together. And rolled to my side in a baby’s curled up position.

I heard his words now, “MY pussy needs to be punished now. You know it as well as I do. Now take your punishment like you know you should. Get back into that position and open up.”

He’s going to spank my pussy now for being bad.

“This pussy has been too needy and needs to be punished. You’ll take 10 hard spanking slaps straight on MY beautiful pussy. You KNOW it’s mine, right?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You do? You know it’s MINE??? Yet, you played with MY toy without MY permission! So now open up and get ready to count!”

I closed my eyes and opened my legs. And waited. And anticipated. I knew I deserved this. I just didn’t want it!

SLAP!

“One Sir.”

SLAP!

“Two Sir.” Fuck this hurt. I don’t like this!

SLAP!

“Three Siiirrr.” I pulled my legs up and rolled onto my side again, it brought tears to my eyes. This hurts!

“Go ahead and get back in position. You are doing good, but not there yet. You were so anxious to have MY Pussy touched… well…. It’s getting touched in a way that it deserves now, isn’t it?”

I opened my legs and held my breath.

SLAP!

“Fourrrr Ssssir.” And I moved to my side again. I couldn’t help it.

That’s when he said, “it seems I’m going to have to hold your legs open, and keep you in position. Aren’t I?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir. Please stop. I can’t take this Sir.”

“Yes you can and you will. Open your legs now and be a good girl. I love it when your legs are open for me, my good slut girl. Unfortunately you got greedy and now need to know the consequences.”

I did as I was told. He said, “oh that’s my good submissive wife. You wanted to have attention, this is what you are getting now.”

He grabbed up the bed strap that he has used to tie me down before, but it’s always been in a sexy way, not like this for punishment. He attached the strap to my left leg. Then he went around the bed and grabbed up the other strap and pulled my legs open further to strap my right leg in place too.

Now there was NO pulling my legs together now. They were strapped down and in the most open and vulnerable position possible.

He then said, “and for good measure, put your arms out too!”

I laid my arms out to each side of the bed where he strapped those down too. I was spread Eagle and strapped down. Sir had never used the bed straps for anything but good. Until now. That reality hit hard. I was embarrassed by my selfish actions.

I wish I hadn’t been so selfish. I could’ve played with myself if all I’d done was ask! He rarely says no. Better yet, I shouldn’t talked to him about how I was feeling. I shouldn’t have gotten mad and acted out with bad behavior breaking known rules.

“Look at how wet this pussy is! I think it likes this kind of attention. Think you can orgasm this way?” is what Sir said next.

Now he’s trying to humiliate me in the process of disciplining me. It’s working.

“No Sir. It hurts. My body betrays me in that way. All I feel is the sting to my pussy and the regret in my mind.”

Sir’s face and mouth moved into a look as he said, “Too bad then this was necessary and that THiS is where we both find ourselves. You know I’d much prefer to love on MY pussy rather than to slap it back down into submission. Correct?”

I started to cry from the remorse. This reality, that this discipline was needed, has saddened me. I know better. I’m better than this.

Sir started speaking again, “now that I have you restrained you shouldn’t be going anywhere now. So I suggest you get ready. Now that I know it’s safe to spank your pussy hard and fast. I’m going to deliver the next six pretty quickly. You can cry, sob, or scream. I don’t care. But this pussy is going to learn it’s lesson now and you’ll take this discipline the way you should. Correct?”

He always gets me to respond to ensure I really do submit to the discipline and accept it thoroughly. But I do. I always have, and I always will.

“Yes Sir. I accept this punishment freely.”

That’s when the next slaps just rained down on my sex. I felt six fast, furious, and all very intentional slaps all in a row. I was sobbing loudly by the time my Sir was done.

He finished by saying, “All done now Baby Girl. What do you need to say?”

Through the tears I managed to say, “Thank you Sir. I’m sorry I needed to be reminded that this pussy wasn’t mine to play with, at least not without permission.”

He then leaned in and kissed me saying, “please don’t disappoint and disrespect me with this type of bad behavior again.”

With his face so close to mine, he wiped my tears away and I said, “I’m sorry Sir.”

He smiled and said, “all is forgiven my wife.”

He then continued, “unfortunately I don’t believe I can trust you now with MY pussy. It will be locked up now in your chastity belt. I’m going to lock it myself as you are laying here.”

And he went to get it. He made me lift my butt from the bed and he slid it under me. Then he pulled the strap up through my legs, and the other two around my waist. Then the lock went on and snapped shut.

He dangled the key in front of me and said, “Locked. Until I decide otherwise. You’ll have to earn back the trust to be unlocked.”

And with that he asked, “is my pussy comfortable?”

The humiliation continues.

“Yes Sir” was all I could honestly say because physically I was comfortable, but the same couldn’t be said for my mental state. I was disappointed that this is where I find myself.

Then Sir said, “before I let you be unstrapped from the bed, while I would have liked to have used MY pussy today, I can’t. I will instead use your mouth. Open up so I can fuck your mouth until I orgasm!”

He was standing on the floor with me on my back on the bed. He moved around to my head and he pulled me to the edge of the bed.

My head fell off the side where I dutifully opened my mouth and let my Sir’s cock penetrate my mouth. He started slowly and went deep. Then as he held his cock still inside my mouth, he reached down and slapped at my cheeks while he said, “here I go babe. I’m ready to fuck your pretty mouth nonstop until I orgasm!”

He deep throated my mouth and fucked me until my eyes watered and I almost gagged. I praying he would finish quick, only because I was fearful of inadvertently clamping down on his precious cock!

He went deep, hard, and fast. He didn’t make love to me, he fucked me. He fucked my mouth with one intent in mind: to orgasm. His and his alone.

I felt his cock stiffen, and I heard him start grunting and saying, “here it comes. I’m about to unload. Get ready to take my cum!”

That’s when I felt the hot liquid squirt down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but it came fast so it made me choke. He knew it and he pulled out of my mouth. He grabbed up his cock and stroked it to get the last of his orgasm to pour out all over my chest and tits.

After he had finished himself off with cum all over me, he was finally exhausted and pulled away.

He walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, and redressed. Then he undid my bed straps setting me free, saying, “don’t clean yourself. I like what I see and I want this to be a reminder of how bad my pussy has been today.”

He continued, “oh and don’t even ask to be let out of the belt. I intend to keep you locked for at least a week, as I’m out of town starting tomorrow for several days. I know you can be a good girl, even if it’s forced upon you babe!”

As I sat up I thanked my Sir and told him I was sorry once more. I also said I was glad to be disciplined and grateful to be married to him… a man who really DOES care about me more than I sometimes know!

He hugged and kissed me and told me “next time I hope to use MY pussy to both of our benefits!”

The end.

Hugs,

Marie

280 – A near miss

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Tonight i nearly got myself spanked. i managed to get myself under control but barely.

i got soooo mad at David. And i think he knew it, but instead of getting mad back at me or spanking me, he decided to play a game of poker and call my bluff. The thing is, i was mad and not bluffing at all.

He has a bad habit of turning the tv on, start a show, and get up and walk out of the room. And that’s what he did tonight. Twice.

Now i am usually pretty amiable to watching anything. But what i do not like is him changing the channel to then leave the room. If you aren’t staying, then hand me the remote and let me pick something myself.

i didn’t know where he went or when he’d return. i decided pretty quickly that i liked the second show way less than the first. So i wasn’t really watching too much of it and my mind started to wander.

i started thinking about sex and sexy thoughts and taking my clothes off and sitting on David’s lap and…..i found myself very aroused in a hurry! Yet he was nowhere to be found. i haven’t a clue where he was or what he was doing, but I knew i probably didn’t need to touch myself either.

i also knew David had irritated me with the wandering and the channel changes so i wasn’t too sure i even really WANTED to do any sexy stuff with him. Don’t get me wrong, he was probably doing something worthwhile, but i hadn’t a clue what that was. All i knew for sure was he wasn’t spending the time with me.

So i went and put on my chastity belt. i decided this was the best course of action to keep myself from myself.

Of course RIGHT as i walked out of our room, David materialized. He saw the belt immediately and said, “you decided you needed it on?”

“Yes Sir.”

And i went and sat on the couch, and started watching tv again. He came out, sat down, and Sid, “it’s too bad you put the belt on. i was about to start playing with you.”

“Well, i can take it off Sir. Do you want me to?”

“No, you have it on now. It may need to stay on for a week.” Is what he said as he grinned. Yeah right.

At this point, i had stood up and walked over to him, ran my hands through his hair and said, “Would you like me to take it off Sir? This is just to keep me away, not you away.”

“No, go sit down.” so frustrating!

So i did. Went and sat down.

NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES LATER…. we had been quiet and started rewatching tv when he says, “well…. Are you going to take it off?” WTF. Just tell me what you want already! i am not a mind reader!

This is when i started to lose it. i looked at him and with an exasperated tone said, “you JUST told me it might stay on a week and to go sit down. So no, i wasn’t going to take it off but rather now i was just trying to do as i was told.”

He said, “if I told you to stand up, would you?”

i rolled my eyes and looked away. Calm down. Don’t be stupid. This is a dumb conversation and not worth getting spanked over.

And with that, he got up and left the room. Of course he did!

He went towards our bedroom. Do not go in there. Just relax in the living room for a bit more.

He was gone around 5’ish minutes and i hear, “SO….. you gonna come in here with me?” Oh crap, now what?! Okay, fine. While it was a question, it was not optional. i know i have to get up and go. FINE!

i go to the bedroom and the scene i saw was one of David on the bed, naked, with the bedroom tv on and his cock in hand. His cock was obviously rock hard.

He motioned to the tv and said, “wanna watch it with me?”

He had porn showing on the tv with a submissive girl tied up and two men with her. One man had his cock in her mouth and the other with his cock in her pussy. Her hands were tied behind her back, with the ropes intertwined between her tits causing them to be swollen and enlarged.

The scene looked divine!

i started to climb on the bed, intending to “watch tv” or suck David’s cock. At this point, i wasn’t too sure if the belt could come off or not… as i put it on, but that didn’t mean it had permission to take it off.

When David said, “well, you gonna take it off already?!” Okay, that answered that question at least.

We proceeded to have really great sex.

Porn playing in the background as i rode his cock. i was still mad and i didn’t want to ask permission to orgasm so i was prepared to just NOT. David figured this out in a hurry though and asked me if i was being a brat and needed to be spanked. NO! i most definitely do NOT need to be spanked. Okay… maybe i do. But i won’t say that out loud because i don’t want it, even if i need it!

He managed to get me to orgasm, despite my stubbornness and determination NOT to. Which was really dumb of me to hold out. It only hurt myself. i could’ve probably had more than one, but i just didn’t want to be humble and ASK to orgasm. i didn’t care though.

After we both orgasmed, i picked up my iPad and started typing. David asked me if i was going to report how bratty i was. NO. Why would i do that?! lol.

i couldn’t help but think, “if i tell my readers about being bratty, wouldn’t they wonder why you didn’t spank it out of me?! Who is right here…. Me for being bratty, you for not spanking me, Or none of the above?! i have to say NONE!.”

So now i have attempted to give you an (mostly) unbiased opinion of the night’s events.

Yes – i was a brat

No – i did not get spanked for it.

Yes – i probably should have been.

No – i wasn’t going to ask for it!

No – i don’t think i will ask for it tomorrow either!

Yes – instead of a spanking, i got to orgasm. Yet another one. And finally, i am happy and not mad… and still not spanked either.

Hugs,

Marie