I'm the one that suggested this whole thing. I am the one who told my wife that I would love to serve as her submissive. I am the one that told her about male chastity devices. I told her how hot it would be if she had sex with other men. Was this just me thinking with my penis rather than my brain? Maybe. Were the words I spoke just bedroom talk to spice up the mood? Perhaps. But the fact that my wife took to these suggestions in a way that resulted in us living them out, well, that put our sex life and our marriage on a different course than it would have been.
This weekend gave me reason to reflect on how those suggestions influenced our life as husband and wife. No, this isn't a textbook wife-led marriage. But my wife has taken steps to ensure that she is extremely satisfied in all aspects of her marriage on her own terms. It is amazing to think of our evolution together and what she has really has taken away from me when I step back and look at things objectively.
The first thing happened Friday night. I was having a conversation with her when she got a text. It was her boyfriend. Our conversation was going to have to wait until another time as she typed away on her phone. A rush came over me. I can't say for sure whether it was a rush of excitment or anxiety, but it just isn't normal to be right in front of your wife while she communicates openly with her sex partner.
The next thing that was very telling was later on during the nightly foot massage. As I began to warm up the lotion in my hands, she pointed down to a spot on her heel. "It is getting rough right there", as if I was a paid employee that was told to focus on the problem areas. Here I am giving massages, a service that not every husband is willing to do, and I am held to a standard that exceeds the act or the principal of the service.
The obvious evolution that I have talked about before is that of our sex life. When my wife and I met, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. She was willing to do things for me sexually that I could never imagined. She loved to make me feel like a man. I couldn't count the number of times she got on her knees before me to suck me until I came down her throat. I had an unlimited amount of amazing sex at my disposal. Now? Sunday night pretty much sums it up.
It had been three weeks of strict chastity for me, and four weeks without an orgasm. As my wife laid there, I came to bed in a see-through pair of skimpy pink panties so that my chastity device was visible. In the front of the waistband is a little red bow that you sometimes see on frilly panties. She smiled at me and told me how cute I looked. When I crawled into bed with her, she started kissing me. We made out while I was locked securely in chastity. She made no mention of unlocking me, but I was enjoying her nonetheless. Once she was nice and wet, I got down and ate her pussy. In between her moans, she told me how good I was doing. I started fingering her as well, adding to the pleasure. In a very short while, she came. I had proven again that I was a good pussy worshipper.
Afterwards, we both enjoyed her post-orgasm feeling. She asked me if I would like to come too. I said I would, and she knew it had been a long time for me so she reached for the key on her nightstand. She gave it to me and I took off my panties, unlocked the device, and removed it. She didn't tell me to go clean myself because she would not be touching it. She told me to jack off. I stroked for what couldn't have been more than ten seconds before the shuddering feeling arrived. She put her feet up and told me to come on them. I fired off huge ropes of semen and drenched her feet with my milky white mess. She then told me to lick them clean, something she knows I really don't like to do after my orgasm, but is becoming the customary way I will enjoy my rare releases.
Once her feet were licked clean, she told me to put the device back on. I was caught off guard with the order and it must have showed. She told me that I had become such a good boy, all thanks to that little cage. This was a first for me. I usually got an overnight reprieve from the cage, but apparently those days are over as well. She is now keeping her pet penis away from me as much as possible.
She is right, though. I am such a good boy now, and I owe it all to my Mommy for taking complete control of me. Gone are the days when my sexual satisfaction was part of the equation. My wife has learned to make herself the focal point of my pleasure and take away the things I once took for granted, and what many men still do. She has made the entire experience about her. And I am still as horny as ever.