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troubleshooting your chastity lifestyle - part 1/2

i will often get messages from followers about problems that they are having in their chastity relationship. lets start the new year by trying to fix some of these problems. instead of responding to everyone individually ill be spending the next few posts answering some of the common problems people are having.

many keyholders have expressed frustration that they aren’t quite getting the submission and/or the loving attentive and affection husband that is promised by chastity. or they are getting it for a little while and then it goes away. i’ve noticed some common mistakes that people are making…

1, avoid the “lock it and leave it” mistake. chastity is NOT something that can be passive! keyholders must play an active part in the game being played. the surest way to fail to achieve all the benefits of chastity is to just lock your partner up and ignore him. in fact, this will likely have the opposite effect causing frustration (the bad kind) and resentment.

you should be doing something every single day that engages him with reguard to his chastity. this can be fun exciting things that take time and effort or this can be as simple as a comment about his cage, a joke or a tease about it, grabbing his cage in the kitchen, or demanding a picture of his cage when he is out of the house. for the love of god though, you need to do at something!

2, avoid what i’ve heard people describe as “traffic jam chastity”. this is when you don’t keep him locked, teased, and denied long enough. understand that in order to get to the sweet spot of chastity you need to have a minimum amount of lock up time (plus constant teasing). this will vary by each couple but it is certain that only having him locked for a few days at a time will result in failure. i suggest at least 4 weeks at a time. ideally more! it takes time for him to build up sexual tension and frustration and to convert that into constructive emotions and actions. if you’re unlocking him too often then you will never reach the promised land and every time you unlock him, you’ll have to start over.

some keyholders are worried about being “too strict” and keeping him locked for too long but you should remember that if you’re already in a chastity relationship then he wants to be locked up! unlocking him is likely the opposite of what he wants. still, if you are worried about how long you keep him looked and denied then play this fun game: chose a number of weeks that you think is reasonable to keep him locked for. maybe like 6 weeks to start. write it down. tell him that you’ve chosen a period of time for his next chastity sentence. tell him that he has to also choose a period of time and write it down but if he chooses a time period less than what you chose then you will double the your number! (ie if you chose 6 weeks and he chose 3 weeks then he will be locked for 12 weeks! oof…) but if he chooses more than what you’ve chosen, then that will be his new sentence (ie if you chose 6 weeks and he chose 7 weeks then he will be locked for 7 weeks). this is a fun game that also let’s you know exactly how long he thinks is appropriate.

3, As the keyholder, you must set clear rules and expectation. you have to make and enforce your will. do you want nightly back rubs? make it a rule. want him to clean the house? make it a rule. want him to give you and orgasm. demand one. i’ve been giving many examples of things you could do to keep chastity spicy. pick a few and do them on your terms. he is probably starved for this kind of attention and if youre not giving it then no wonder he is acting out! chastity is a give and take and the more effort and energy you put into it, the more benefits you will receive from it.

more FAQs and trouble shooting to come.

Your Love Is My Drug

“Go on, honey, make your crinkles for me!”

She doesn’t keep you around because she loves you. And she definitely doesn’t love all the diaper changes. Or finding you a babysitter every time she goes out.

She keeps you around because nobody makes her feel better about herself than you. The way you look at her—like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

You’re like a pet. Her silly, diapered pet. She knows you’ll be there waiting at the door just so excited to see her when she gets home. When she’s feeling bad, you’ll be right there to comfort her.

And that’s all a pathetic diaper boy like you can offer her.

Do you know how good you make her feel when she sees your teeny tiny diaper tent forming when you see her?

Or when you make your cummies in 30 seconds after just seeing a glimpse of her bra?

You exist for her entertainment. To serve her.

She knows this is the best you can ever hope for in life. You’ll never make it out there, in the real world, without her.

You have nothing to offer her except your desperation for her. Your willingness to debase yourself for her ego.

To live you life knowing you’ll never get with her.

This is where you belong.

Stretching his hole….

Hey!! Burning your head with my ashes doesn't mean you can stop, dummy! I'm not done yet! After I came, I want you to send in the new fuck-boy. I hope he is not one of those premature ejaculators again...well, better you put the spiked cock-ring on him already, then you suck him hard. I want to see tears running down his face when he fucks me.

When he is finished, you will continue with your job down there.

N and p and L and barry - Day 2 (Part 2)

[Mistress asked me to say sorry for the delay. She has now completed her account and has left it to me to polish, illustrate and post it. There is one more post to come after this - p]

P cooked dinner for us all on the last night, "assisted" by barry, who p has since told me was keen, but clueless. We solved the "nude around food" problem by having them both wear aprons (I bought one for barry in town and let him have it as a gift).

In case you're interested, p made two lasagnes - a veggie one for me and him and meat for L and barry. p is not veggie, but doesn't eat meat around me (in fact, hardly at all these days).

Me and L were relaxing in my living room with a bottle of Pinot (as Ladies of Leisure should while the men get their grub ready), until I decided it would be fun to go in the kitchen and torment them while they worked!

"We've come to give you some encouragement, boys" I announced, wine in one hand and crop in the other. We took a slave each and gleefully gave him a crack across his bare backside - I think L saw the advantages of male nudity in the kitchen at that point. The boys jumped and nearly forgot to say "Thank you".

We didn't go mad and lay into them or anything like that; we just hovered about the kitchen, or sometimes sat at the table, giving them the occasional livener or casually creating some mess for them to clear up. barry did most of that as p was doing most of the chef work, so he did have his uses.

"Oh! Look, I've knocked the salt over!" said L.

"Oh! Look, somebody has dropped some lettuce on the floor!" said I.

Barry would scutter up to deal with it and L would smack his bum with her hand or I'd whack him with the crop; maybe I'd step on the lettuce so he had to beg me to move my foot so he could get to it. Classic tease! Lovely!

At one point, I went up to p (as he hadn't had much attention) picked up a piece of pasta in front of him and dropped it on the floor. He went down to pick it up for me, but I stopped him and rubbed my foot in it first.

"Eat that up", I ordered him and he promptly got down on his hands and knees and did so. I find that quite sexy, but I could only have done it with p as L gets all fussy about germs and wouldn't let me do it to barry.

We had a lovely meal. I decided to drop slave protocol for the duration of it so we could all eat together, though I continued to torment p throughout, eating from his plate when I felt like it and messing about with his food. I covered one bit with pepper and made him eat it. His eyes watered and he had a sneezing fit.

Meal over, the boys went back to full naked slave mode and knelt at our feet as we chatted on the sofa. I made p put his face down into the carpet and rested my heels on the top of his head while me and L chatted. My heels are bony and dug into the back of his head, while his nose got all squashed into the floor. Nice and uncomfortable.

barry was on all fours with his head bowed and L's feet resting on his back. That wasn't the most comfortable position after a meal either and L delighted in giving him regular kicks in the ribs and hitting him across the shoulders with her crop if he fidgeted.

When I thought L was tipsy enough to discuss it, I raised the subject of barry's proficiency at oral sex. L started talking very frankly about his shortcomings in that direction. I imagine it must have been pretty humiliating for him, but to his credit, he didn't try to intervene in his own defence, even when I started beating him too.

"You-must-do-better-for-L, barry", I told him, every word accompanied by a stroke of the crop; and as i leaned forward, I squashed p's face into the floor more too.

Recalling that p had told me that he and barry had discussed how he could improve his technique, I let p raise his head and told him to go through the advice he had given him. I won't bore you with the details, but it sounded good to me and I asked L if barry had shown any sign of taking it.

She said his technique had improved, but somehow he still wasn't hitting the spot. I asked barry (with the aid of the crop) why-he-wasn't-hitting-L's-spot. He said he was trying hard and he really wanted to please her. I suggested she might give him the opportunity there and then.

She was just drunk enough to take up my suggestion and asked if she could use my bedroom. I told her of course she could and she led him off to put him through his paces. I liked that when he tried to get up to walk, she said to him abruptly "Crawling, slave"! I love it when she gets all imperious.

As L was getting her rocks off, I thought I may as well make use of p again. Suffice to say, he did not disappoint. When I was done, I pushed his head down further to tell him to stop. It was my way of controlling him. If I pulled his head back up slightly, it meant that he should start again, but slowly.

I listened for noises from my bedroom, but it was all quiet. Eventually, there was a gentle knocking and I shouted that it was okay to come in. L entered first and barry following behind with his head bowed. "How was it, L?" I asked. She looked down at barry and replied: "We're still not quite there, I'm afraid, N."

N x

[End of Part Two]

[All photos from Men are Slaves.com. Tumblr seem comfortable with their photos and just to be sure, I left out any specifically depicting oral worship - p]