I woke up shivering by the throbbing of my caged cock. Being locked for one month straight, except for cleanings, was having a definite effect on me. I was constantly feeling this buzz that always had me a feeling a bit floaty,
I also had started dreaming of my wife Natalie alot more. Even awake, I thought about her so much more that before we started chastity. I can't deny how frustrating I sometimes get when she sends me a pic or just a little teasing app that gets my cock throbbing like a tied up hungry animal.
When I heard the shower running, my cock started up again. I rubbed my legs together as that soft 'High' ran through my body. It wanted to cum so badly but this buzz felt so fucking good.
I got up and walked into the bathroom room and there she was, it felt like time slowed and my eyes turned into a camera, zooming in on her perfect body and recording every inch of her perfect form.
"Morning, love." She greeted me with a big smile when she caught me staring.
"morning." I replied meeting her loving gaze.
"Being addicted to me is much better than being addicted to porn, isn't it?" She teased me, reminding me of a rough patch we went through. Chastity curbed my bad habit and brought us closer together skyrocketing our lust for each other and by extension, our sex life.
"Come here baby." She purred. She held out her hand and pulled me close to her, soon my back was against the wall as the kissed me.
Her knee was nudging against my cock as we kissed. Our hands were all over each other, we really couldn't get enough of each other.
We only stopped kissing when we were about to run out of air. We started at each other before she started giggling.
"I love you." She whispered into my ear before pulling back.
"And thank you for this." She purred, gently cupping my caged cock.
I simply smiled and watched her step out. "Enjoy your shower, sexy. I'll take breakfast duty." She spoke as she started drying off before dropping her towel and head downstairs… Naked.
I took a deep breath and smiles as I knew I was spending the rest of my life with her.
This would be heaven to me!
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The difference between a real man and you?
When she lowers hers gaze upon you, and looks you directly in the eye, you immediately look down and bow your head, your lack of confidence is clear to her. She immediately recognizes you for the inadequate inferior beta male that you are, and assumes control. She knows she can do whatever she wants with you, and you’ll eagerly comply, like any simp slave would. You sit there shyly, blushing with the shame that all beta males feel- the shame that accompanies your lack of masculinity- and you pray she’ll take you and use you in some way- any way at all.
A real man possesses the confidence to not only return her stare, but to stare her down, immediately assuming control. She knows she’s in the presence of a strong, superior alpha male, and when he reaches out and squeezes her arm gently, but firmly, his big strong hand wrapping around her upper arm, making her feel small, weak, and overwhelmed- she’s the one who begins blushing with desire. As she begins to get wet, all she wants is to be taken, to be a good girl for this man- this real man.
But you’ll never know what it’s like to make a woman feel that way. You are what you are. It’s your nature and you there’s nothing you can do to change it. So lean in, accept what you are, and be the best, most obedient beta you can be. It’s the only way forward for you-
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