Your Wife Handed You Over To Our Correctional Facility For 3 Months Of Training And Discipline. That

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Thoughts for the Poor Boys in Chastity -

I'm writing to express my feelings for you poor, poor boys whose Wives, Girlfriends or Mistresses make you wear those wicked chastity devices to prevent you from obtaining an erection or any sexual relief. How terribly frustrating it must be for you, with your horny penis throbbing and straining in it’s tight, little cage longing to be sucked and stroked until a nice big hot load of creamy cum explodes. But all you can do is throb and throb and strain with no relief in sight as the pressure builds up in your balls. Your poor little nuts must be aching from holding in all that pent-up cum, I wish I could give them both a nice wet kiss right now.

I'll bet your well-teased cock is dripping constant streams of pre-cum. My heart really goes out to you. It's so cruel that your Mistress makes you suffer like that. It's not fair that she gets to cum any time she wants to while you never get to cum at all, especially since it's you who so eagerly makes her cum with your well-trained tongue. I know you must eat pussy very well, passionately licking that sweet wet little puss-puss that you long to slide your swollen cock into. It's so mean of her to laugh at your moaning, begging and squirming as she delights in your frustration.

If only I could do something to ease your suffering. I would make you cum sooooo good if only I could unlock your poor, trapped penis. I can imagine uncaging it and watching it quickly rise to full, throbbing erection. It would feel so good, wouldn't it, to free your long-denied cock from its tiny prison and let it stretch to its full length. I can imagine it all red and stiff as it pulsates with urgent need, your cum-laden balls dangling heavily. I'd love to feel their weight in the palm of my hand and squeeze them as my tongue extends to lick the little pearl of pre-cum oozing from the tip of your twitching dick.

I'm sooo wet just thinking about how good it would be to feel that stiff dick of yours throbbing between my soft round titties and rubbing it's slippery purple head in little circles around my rigid nipples until hot jets of semen splash them, thick streams of cum running down my body and trickling over my hot little clit, which I'm playing with right now. My fingers are so slick with pussy juice I can hardly type! I suck the juice from my fingers, pretending it's your cum. Can you imagine feeling my moist warm breath on your sensitive cock-flesh?

Mmmmm, I'm licking my lips in anticipation of slowly wrapping them around your juicy tube-steak and sucking it until the thick jets of cum explode into my mouth. I love getting down on my knees, sucking your hard rod into my hot juicy mouth and being rewarded with a big load of sweet cream like I know you have stored up in your plump balls right now. Imagine how good my hungry lips would feel engulfing your untouched cock and milking it nice and slow to prolong your long-denied pleasure. It's a shame we can only imagine, isn't it?

I wish I could really suck you off, but I can't, because your cruel Mistress makes you wear that mean old chastity belt. It's just not fair! You can't even masturbate, like I know a lot of naughty boys who are reading this are probably doing right now. Imagine that, they get so horny fantasizing about being tortured like you that they can't help but jack themselves off when the fantasy gets too intense. They just don't understand how terrible it is to really have to endure the frustration and humiliation you must endure for your Mistress's amusement.

Well, I hope my sympathy made you feel better. I just wanted you to know I really do care about you. Perhaps it will console you to know that I came four times just thinking of you as I wrote this little note. I plan to cum four more times later tonight with a vibrator sliding in and out of my tight, warm, wet little puss-puss, imagining how unbearably horny I made you, how you will be squirming and moaning in your sleep tonight, dreaming of me making you cum. If you're lucky, maybe you'll have a wet dream! I certainly hope so!

With warm, wet licks and kisses,

Miss Lilly xoxo….!!!

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“Watch this,” she said with a mischievous smile, the snapped her fingers, and I immediately dropped to my knees. A second snap and further down I went, kissing her boots with all the love and respect my goddess deserves. My face turned red and hot as I heard gasps and goggles from her friends. One said “wow, you’ve certainly got him well trained!” and another commented “that’s impressive,” and requested, “you’ll just have to share your training program with us,”.

“Well, it was quite easy, actually,” my wife replied, “in our relationship, I’ve always been the alpha, and he’s always been very much the beta. I just gave it a nudge here and there, and I found that the more demanding I became, the more obedient he became. And of course, whenever he disappointed me, he was disciplined, as harshly as I could muster. Mostly spankings, whippings, writing lines, time outs, that sort of thing, and on occasion, when he really messed up, I’d find ways to increase the pain and include some pretty extreme humiliation. I know, I know,” she continued, ”it sounds harsh, but I also reward him when he pleases me- usually, he gets to, umm…, well he calls it “worshiping” me- and he’s learned to become quite skilled with his tongue.”

“That’s his reward?” one of the ladies remarked, “I have to practically beg my husband to go down on me… ”

“Oh honey. That’s just not right. A gorgeous goddess like you? Don’t you worry, we’re gonna fix him.”, my wife responded. Then she snapped her fingers again. I’d been kissing her boots the entire time, and was grateful for a break, and returned to my kneeling position as she looked down at me, and began tenderly stroking my hair. “Honey, it’s time for you to go get changed now,” she said softly. I got up and walked to the bedroom, and proceeded to change into the outnshed left out for me- panties, a mid length pleated skirt and a fuzzy pink sweater like the one she had on. Wearing her clothes always filled me with an intense mixture of shame, humiliation, and a pleasant girly feeling that never failed to have me fully erect.

When I reported back to her, there was even more gasping and laughter than before. “Ladies,” my wife announced, the real secret ingredient to subduing and taking control of your man is humiliation, and that starts with emasculation. Once you take away his sense of manhood, and turn him into a mincing feminized sissy, he will quickly reach his breaking point, and from then on, he’s all yours, to shake and mold into the most obedient slave you could ever imagine. I’m sure some of your men will be easier to break, and others tougher, but don’t worry- I’ll be here to help you every step of the way!”

One final snap of her fingers indicated she was done with me, so I curtsied as trained and left them to talk. It was a strangely mortifying yet proud event for me. I am living my dream as a sissy slave to my superior wife.

Bit of advice: When you beg for release, I translate that into you begging for the peg. So you should just beg for the peg when you feel the need. At least that'll give you some sense of control.