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Fuzzywool Chastity Belt
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original-fuzzywool · 7 days ago
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Got me.
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original-fuzzywool · 2 months ago
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My girlfriend showed me this video and said, "wouldn't that be fun" and I liked it and said it would be great. She can be really wicked when it comes to bondage. I had made a big mistake when I agreed to this, but I didn't know it yet. She ordered everything and in two weeks it was time to use it. She wanted me naked and I was totally fine with that. After 3 hours of teasing and fun, I was pretty worn out and I wanted to get free plus I had to go to the bathroom. Most long bondage sessions end with someone needing to go to the bathroom. I had failed to notice this set up, was perfect for keeping someone in diapers. She smiled and returned with a diaper. That's when I knew I was in trouble. It was Friday of a three day weekend. She didn't let me out till I needed to go to work on Tuesday. I was gagged at night so I would not bother her sleep. It was brutal and I never want to do that again, but I know that we will....
I’m stuck to the bed. Yep! 😂😂😂
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original-fuzzywool · 3 months ago
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SHE WAS JUST THINKING: She was just looking out the window. I walked up and she looked at me. I was melted with desire, I love her and I love fuzzy sweaters and this was the sexiest thing I had every seen. She looked at me with those enchanting eyes and smiled. "Are you thinking that you want to skrw me in this sweater" and I eagerly replied "Yes Yes, that is exactly what I am thinking" and she broke her look with me, sighed and went back to looking out the window with a sad frustrated look on her face. Then she said: "Dressed like this, I know, is as sexy as I can get for you. And it still does not work. I've kept you in chastity for months now. Am I asking too much of you? All I want, is that when you think of having sex with me, your first and only thought is to use your mouth. You should not even consider that thing I locked away between your legs. Your love for me is so complete that your ONLY desire is to satisfy my desire. This makes me sad that we are not there yet. (long pause and a deep breath) But I have hope, eventually once you realize I really am never going to use that thing I locked up. Maybe your perspective may shift and we can both be happy." She glanced at me, waved me away with her hand and went back to looking out the window.
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original-fuzzywool · 3 months ago
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Don that. Will do it again. I like that very simple dress. Classic
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original-fuzzywool · 5 months ago
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We have been married nearly twenty years. We were both part time kinky when we met. Sometimes, she liked to tie me up and spank me before sex. The sex was always really good when she did that and I didn’t mind too much, she didn’t spank that hard. We lived like this for about 15 years, we would do it when the kids were not at home or they were on the other side of the house she would use a crop that was quiet and gag me.
About five years ago the frequency of the spanking ritual got more and more common. Occasionally she would take the opportunity to remind me of things I had failed to do. In those cases the spanking became hard. I will never forget the year I guaranteed her I would have the raised garden beds built and ready to plant by March 15th. March 16th I was crying and screaming into my gag while my bottom was being blistered. The garden beds got up fast and I have not been perfect but definitely a better husband since that one event.
That’s not to say she didn’t use the spanking for correction, it was rare but effective.
About two years ago the frequency slipped to near 100%. We pretty much didn’t have sex unless she spanked me first. The closer she got to menopause the more spanking it took to get her worked up for good sex. My wife is beautiful and I love having sex, but I was getting to the point that I had to be pretty horny before I would instigate that spanking in order to have sex.
About a year ago is when I started to “take care of myself” and of course I instigated less. I don’t think she noticed. I’m sure she just figured I was getting older.
Everything changed four months ago when she caught me red (or lotion) handed. It all clicked into place for her. She was so upset she thought I wanted a divorce and we spent the next week talking about it. There was a lot of truth being told. I told her how I didn’t like the spanking anymore because she spanked too hard, but I was willing to endure it because I loved the sex. But I was too horny to do nothing.
She told me that her sex drive was the same but it seemed to be transitioning. Instead of being 90% sex and 10% dominating me like it was when we were younger it was now like 70% dominating me made her the most excited and the sex was 30%. She wished it was not this way, but she said that when she spanks me hard and I am flailing against my bonds and screaming into my gag, she actually cums three or four times and then when we have sex it is the best of our lives.
I had no idea she was cumming while spanking me, and that explains the longer harder spanks over the last few years.
Then she said she had suspected I was master debating and she had looked up on line how to tell, this had lead her to learn about male chastity belts. She said that lately she had been taking care of her self while thinking about locking up my thingy. She was very excited about me in chastity but she felt she had to catch me first. And she did.
Male Chastity is so pervasive that I’d heard of it too and it sounded exciting.
We made a deal. We even wrote it on a piece of paper.  1) The man wears a chastity belt all the time and the woman has the keys. He can ask out for exercise and nothing else. When he returns from exercise, he must show her a hard one to prove he did not take care of himself secretly. She may deny exercise release when she sees fit. 2) When we are spanking for intercourse, she will try to spank less hard and before she cums while spanking, she will stop spanking and proceed to the intercourse without getting off first.
It worked great for just over two months.
Then one day, she grabbed my hand and took me to the spanking bench. I was compliant and ready. She leaves the Chastity belt on while she spanks as she always has. After what seemed like a longer than average session, she whispered in my ear, “I am about to cum” and I was super excited to get released and have sex. But instead she reigned fire on my rear with hard fast stroke that had me screaming. It got so intense I could not scream anymore and the I could hear her cumming. She was going to town and cumming over and over again. I don’t know how long it lasted, I could not control my sobs. And she stopped.
She rested for a little while then walked to the front of the spanking bench and pulled my head up by my hair. “I did not break our deal, our deal was specific about intercourse, today I never had any intentions of letting you out of chastity and that has made things so much better for me. You are not getting out of chastity today or this week, and I am not done today. I am at a crossroads. I’d like to make the decision with you. Would you like input?” As best as I could through my tight gag, I said yes yes yes. “Good, we have two pathways. 1) is I test how many times I can cum from spanking you and keep going till I just can’t cum anymore and I am worn out. OR 2) You need to embrace what is happening and convince me that you love it when I spank you with no intention of unlocking your cock cage because when I stop spanking, your next duty is to make me cum with your mouth until I am completely worn out.”
I knew that saying TWO into my gag she could understand and she laughed as I shouted Two Two Two.
“Stop, I knew you were going to say that, the problem is that I don’t think yet that you have embraced it. Embraced it so much that you look forward to future sessions of staying in chastity and simply making me happy with your screams and your mouth.” And with that, she walked back and grabbed her favorite wood paddle with the holes in it. “I think you need to think about this some more. You need to be willing to beg me for the opportunity for a session like this”
The next spanking was intense, I didn’t even know she stopped when she took the gag off. I don’t even remember what I said to convince her that I was really into doing the second option, but she untied me and I went to work like I had never gone to work before.
The next morning I was so horny and still in chastity and I was just thinking about how awesome it was to make my wife explode the way I did with my mouth. That is when she woke and told me that last night was the best sex of her life. She said she came so hard because of the combination of the chastity and the spanking and the two together are awesome.
We still have intercourse about half the time. I never know if I will be spanked and then let out of chastity for intercourse or if I will be spanked extra hard and left in chastity while I service her.
Now sex is instigated by both of us with the simple phrase: “Wanna go use the bench”
(Update: I’m getting fat, she never lets me out for exercise or any reason other than sex)
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original-fuzzywool · 6 months ago
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I like Chastity and Bondage; she likes Spanking and Chastity. We both like sex. We had to make a deal, because I hate to be spanked. She spanks hard.
But I love to be kept in chastity teased and my favorite part is getting out of chastity for sex. The deal was, I go into chastity and she teases me for a week. After a week is up, in order to get out of chastity I have to agree to ask her to tie me up and spank me to earn my release.
So, this was going to be our thing.
Eight days after we started, I wanted out of chastity and I had to beg her to spank me. She tied me up and gagged me tight. It was way more intense than I expected, when she got to 30 I was balling and thought I was going to die. She was counting, I was screaming and had lost control of my body thrashing against my bonds. She gave me an extra hard one and shouted 50!
I thought we were done. This was too much, I never want to do this again.
Then she said, "We are half way to 100"!
And I started to freak out. There is no way I can deal with this. I will lose my mind, my butt will fall off. She noticed that I was freaking out, she started to undo my gag, while she was doing that, she said "I need to give you 100 to be satisfied, but you seem very interested in stopping. So I have a compromise idea, but we both have to agree it's the right thing to do. I don't want to disappoint you."
She pulled the gag out of my mouth and I erupted "Whatever it is I will do it" and she made a hummph noise.
"That's not what I want to hear, I want a real comprise and I need to know you want to do it, or the gag goes back in and I finish your 100."
I got my composure and I said "OK; what do you have in mind"
She set down the paddle on the table and I was so relieved, She said, "I will stop, if you really want to stop but you also have to really want to stay in chastity and also really want to serve me with your tongue. You need to really want those things. And you will be staying in chastity until you want out. When you want out, you will tell me by begging me to give you a good spanking again. A good spanking is your only way out of chastity.”
I shouted, “I agree, I agree” and she made another humph sound and grabbed the gag.
I started to say no, but she was fast with the gag and in 30 seconds I was fully gagged again and she was picking up the paddle.
“You would agree to anything right now, That’s not what I want.” And she landed a really hard one on my rear, but paused after saying “fifty-one”
“I want you to really want to stay in chastity, serve me and beg to be spanked again.” She paused. “You need to think about this and I need to be confident that you really want it. I’m going to take you up to 60 while you think about it.”
The strokes were unbearable and when she said 60, I was desperately trying to compose myself. When the gag came off, I took a deep breath. I needed to sound sincere because I was sincere. While I was desperate to stop the spanking, I could not show desperation. I had to tell her I wanted her plan.
“Please let me keep my Chastity Belt locked on. I need to serve you with my mouth and with my deeds. Please don’t let me play with myself and help me to concentrate on your needs. Please”
The next moments seemed like hours of silence. Then I saw her put the paddle down.
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original-fuzzywool · 7 months ago
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I was wearing just a tee shirt and a chastity belt. After hearing the horror of what would be my evening. She got up and walked to the closet. I said "You guys stay out late, what if I have to go to the bathroom?" While it was a good question, I knew what the answer would be, we often used diapers for long bondage sessions. And with no response, an arm appeared out of the walk in closet and frisbee'd the diaper across the room landing it in front of my cage. I knew I if I didn't put it on right now, she might take it away. In a minute I was now waiting diapered, chastity belt and tee shirt. She appeared from the closet. It was that damn super frilly French Maid Outfit. She had that and two big fluffy petticoats. Shoes stockings the whole works. I decided not to speak. I watched her lay it all out on the bed. She was just finishing up laying everything out so her friends could see all the little elements of my maid persona. Stockings, Ruffled Panties, Ruffled Bra, and the big petticoats. While fluffing up the petticoats she finally spoke. "I could not decide was is hotter. Bringing my friends over to see you in the cage and then having a few nightcaps while you stay back her caged, Or coming home and laughing at you in the cage only to let you out to dress up as the Maid and Serve us." She walked toward the door and put her hand on the light switch. "I decided I should let the girls decide what is to be done with you. But if I was you I'd be wishing for the cage. Betty the spanker is coming over and you cried when I let her spank you that one time. You know she will probably want a well disciplined maid. And Beth is driving her. Can you imagine the spanking you will get from Drunk Betty?" And she snapped off the light and shut the door.
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original-fuzzywool · 8 months ago
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Sunday I was home watching the game. My wife was out for coffee with her best friend. Saturday I had spent 2 hours in a french maid costume cleaning, last night my wife left me in the chastity belt and told me it would be my new normal. She also told me that she was going to tell her bestie everything. I knew she was just role playing with me.
Then she walked in the door. "What are you doing? Watching football is not for men like you, men like you are focused on pleasing the keyholder. Stand up and turn that TV off. I just found out that I've been doing this wrong. But now I know exactly what to do." And she held up a handful of jingle-bells and shook them to a loud high pitched jingle. Now GO UPSTAIRS and get into your maid uniform.
She followed me up. She was getting stuff from the Kinky Drawer. I walked up to her in my frilly maid outfit. Stockings, frilly panties, 2-petticoats and all the lace you could imagine. She took off my panties. From now on no panties. She grabbed a little lock and locked the jingle-bells to the end of my cock cage. She locked wrist cuffs on me and a leather collar around my neck. She added a chain to the back of the collar that had a carabiner on the end of the chain that ended in the in the small of my back.
She told me to go downstairs and wait for instructions. With no underwear on, my jingle-bells were ringing with every step, I actually sounded kind of festive.
I stopped in the living room and waited.
She appeared with that damn wood hairbrush I hate so much. I immediately started to beg. She said to shut up and listen. She told me about brunch. She told me that they had determined that I needed to serve and be very obedient and make our house extreme clean.  She said that from now on when I was sent be the maid, I would dress exactly like this. No panties and the cuffs collar chain and bells are mandatory. I will bring downstairs to her each time, the hairbrush and the keys to my bonds. She asked if I understood, I nodded.
She continued: “You have a tendency not to believe me, so every time, I will be giving you motivation with the hairbrush. I don’t want to battle your hands, so that is what the chain is for. Then you will clean and you will clean until I tell you to stop cleaning. I will be listening for the bells to stop. If I don’t hear those bells, then I will need to redo your motivation. Understand? Good.”
She turned me around and clipped my wrists to the chain in the small of my back. I could not block strikes on my rear. She walked me to the back of the couch and pushed me over. So my butt was in the air and I was hanging on couch back. I figured I’d get 5 or 10 with the brush. I lost count. I was begging and promising to clean and I had just started to get tears when she stopped.
She stood me up, turned me around and looked at my face with tears just starting. My hands were still behind my back. She grabbed my butt with her hands and painfully put her nails into my flesh. She pulled me in tight. “I am so happy that we are going to have the cleanest house in town. I really like you in this costume, I really like to spank you, and I really like that we are going to make our normal life. But what I really love is having you in Chastity and knowing how much you want me and you want to make me happy. I love that part and I love you.” And she gave me a nice kiss. She turned me around un-clipped my wrist cuffs and said, “If I don’t hear those bells you can count on the hairbrush motivation being about 5 times as many strokes as your beginning of shift motivation. Trust me, that was nothing. Now get busy”
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original-fuzzywool · 1 year ago
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THE CURSE OF THE GREEN SWEATER
We found this green sweater in the thrift store. I loved it so much, I would have paid $200 for this and here it was for Ten Bucks.  She tried it on and said it was not itchy like most of the sweaters I like her to wear. She said it was comfy and she was ok with the color.
Then she said, she wanted something special for buying this sweater.
We have one of my sweaters that I love to wear and makes me very horny locked in a box. I can only get the sweater out of the box when she unlocks the box but I have to put my chastity belt keys into the box and she locks it back up. We have had that sweater for a year, I still love it, and I still have not even been hard while even looking at the sweater.
She said she wanted another sweater in a box, But this time the sweater would be hers.
While that sounded pretty hot, I made it very clear I wanted to make love to her while she wore that sweater. So I would not agree to that. She was actually liking the idea that I wanted to make love to her in the sweater but she wanted something special for this sweater.
Her eyes popped wide open.  “I’ve Got it!!” and she thought about it for a while. She then gave the sweater a big hug.
“OK, Whenever I wear this sweater you must make love to me THAT NIGHT while I wear the sweater.”
I accidentally interrupted with a yelp HELL YA and put my hand up for a high five. She ignored my gesture.
“As soon as we finish making love I will take off the sweater and you will put on your chastity belt and give me the keys for an undetermined amount of time. You may NEVER refuse, argue or try to bargain your way out of either the love making or the chastity belting. “
I found my self just looking from her eyes to the sweater and back again, not sure what to say. I was trying to figure out what she was up to.
“Also, if you are already in the chastity belt I can wear the sweater and then perhaps I will unlock you for some love making but I am not required to unlock you.” After a pause, “I might just wear the sweater to drive you crazy” and she moved really close so my heart would jump out of my chest.
“So what do you think?”
I was hesitating and I could not come up with a reason why. She could always have me in chastity if she demanded so that was not new.  “That sounds so kinky and wonderful, I love it”
So off to the cashier we went.
She put the sweater on in the car. We spent the day shopping and had a wonderful day and evening and true to the agreement, we made love that night, I put on the chastity belt after I cleaned up and  I woke up the next day in chastity. That was Sunday Morning.
Wednesday, I was having coffee, wondering how much longer I had to wear this stupid chastity belt. I was about to go to work and she came downstairs wearing the sweater. She wore it to work, she sent me several selfies during the day and I loved it. After dinner and cleaning the kitchen, I was given my chastity keys, released and We made love that night. AND per our agreement, I had to put the CB back on, give her the keys before I went to sleep.
Friday night I was ready to get this thing off me and have some fun. She said “No, I’m tired, maybe tomorrow” This was pretty normal. I have a bigger drive than her, she is happy with making love every 3-5 days and she can go a week without a problem, where I want it about 5 nights a week. I can go every night and frankly I’d be fine with every other day, but after two days, I am pretty dang horned up.
I stayed up late watching some action movies, and drinking maybe a little much and went to bed late. She got up in the morning and I barely roused. Late morning she came into the bedroom and said, breakfast was already cold and I needed to get up eat and clean the kitchen. I got up went down stairs and there she was in the sweater again.
At first, I was excited, she looked so awesome and I would be hanging out with her all day. I would get out of the chastity belt for love making tonight, then I remembered I would also be back in the chastity belt right afterwards.
That was going to be one week in Chastity plus whatever is next, even though I am getting out for a few hours every 3 or 4 days and I am getting satisfied, the reality is that if she waits till Tuesday or Wednesday next week, I will have been in the chastity belt for 10 days with just two tiny little breaks.
I decided to enjoy the day and not say anything. It was the right decision, we had a wonderful day and our session at night was probably the best love making we had had in years. I was very on point and she was super frisky and it was fabulous. But when we finished, I asked if I could skip the chastity belt. She looked at me and said, “We just had the best love making of our lives, don’t ruin it, we have an agreement and you promised not to ask such things” I apologized and put on my Chastity Belt.
Tuesday was the BIG DAY. Why would Tuesday be a big day?
I was having coffee and she came down stairs in the sweater she was going to wear it to work. Suddenly I was 50/50 between, Awesome we are making love tonight and Crap I’m staying in the chastity belt and probably for the rest of the week. I gathered the courage to speak and I said, “You know, you don’t have to wear that sweater to make love to me, you could skip wearing a sweater today and we could make love tonight” She looked over with a surprised look that changed to a look that said she thought it was cute I was trying. She smiled and said, “If I don’t wear this sweater all day, then I don’t have a guarantee that you will be back in chastity when we finish and by extension I don’t have a guarantee that the ONLY TIME your thingy will get hard is with me.  I love how we are making love lately.  Besides, I have something special planned for Saturday and I want you in chastity and really horned up for it”
“Sounds Nice” I said, I mean what else could I say.
Tuesday night was again super special and perhaps equal to Saturday Night when she said it was the best we ever had. She really likes that green sweater. I guess.
By Thursday, my mind was catching up to things. I made a list of the pros and cons of what has been happening. On the Pro side: The love making has been awesome, we are doing it a little more often than normal and she is wearing more awesome sweaters. On the Con side: Two weeks has gone by and I am permanently wearing the chastity belt unless we are making love. Permanently wearing the Chastity Belt was never even close to what I thought I had agreed to.
She has always liked me in Chastity. She likes how I act, that I only get full excitement when she lets me out and it has become clearer lately that having that control seems to excite her drive and we are making love better than ever before. Over the years, in a moment of passion, she sometimes says she wants me in chastity all the time, but I thought that was just one of those kinky things you say in a moment of passion to push herself over the top.
I never envisioned her as a big time chastity mistress, so I decided that I was over reacting, we were just playing and it had only been two weeks. But Friday night made me think twice and she not only tricked me, but that Friday I accidentally made a huge mistake.
Friday we went out to dinner, she was not wearing the sweater so I figured as is normal, she was too tired on Friday after working all week. We had a few drinks out and when we got home she walked in and made more. And then she made another. And then she kinda stumbled in front of me and took my hand and took me upstairs.
I was so excited, finally this thing was coming off and I was not obligated to put it back on right afterwards.
She lead me into the walk in closet. She started making out with me to make sure I was fully frustrated and ready. Well, not really ready, but as I ready as I could be in the chastity belt. Then she said, “You know how you are always trying to get me to wear one of your big thick wool itchy turtleneck sweaters? And how I always decline and how you always say I am a sweater goddess when I do wear one. Well, I have decided that Tomorrow, ALL DAY I will wear ANY big wool, itchy, turtleneck, cable knit, fuzzy, or whatever sweater you pick for me all day long. Now I want you to pick very carefully. I promise tomorrow will be a day you never forget. Now I am going to go downstairs for a moment, and you are going to pick a sweater for me to suffer in all day tomorrow. Put the sweater on the countertop and be done by the time I get back in 2 minutes.”
She gave me a passionate kiss and left. I stood there for a solid minute looking at maybe 5 of my sweaters that I would just die for her to wear all day. I heard her close the cabinets in the office and thought she might be on the way back. I grabbed my three favorite sweaters and put all three on the counter. I thought it would be a kind gesture on my part to let her chose. Just as I finished fluffing them up and making my row of three giant turtleneck wool sweaters look great, she walked in the door.
She had a piece of paper in her hand.
She looked and said, “One sweater I said, I’m not wearing three sweaters, I will be like that little kid in the Christmas movie that can’t move his arms”
I laughed. “No No Sweetie, I thought it would be nice to give you a choice”
She laughed at the misunderstanding and she realized what a HUGE MISTAKE I had just made. She walked by me to the closet and grabbed a pen off the dresser and made a quick change to the piece of paper. She came back, put the paper on top of the sweaters and said THANK YOU and started kissing me and touching me so passionately I thought I would break the chastity cage.
After a few minutes, she stopped and said, “I want more of this, I love this, I have never been happier in my life” She stepped back and said “I want you to read this, then read it out loud to my face three times and tomorrow I will wear one of these sweaters all day long” She handed me the paper. The paper was typed and had some minor corrections by pen, the first word was changed from This to THESE:
THESE SWEATERS ARE NOW PART OF THE GREEN SWEATER FAMILY. WHEN WORN WE WILL MAKE LOVE AND IMMEDIATELY AFTER I WILL PUT THE CHASTITY BELT ON AND HAND OVER THE KEYS FOR AN INDEFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME.
I read it to myself first, then looked at her. She reached up under my sweater and started to play with my nipples and that drives me bonkers. She said, “Say it, three times for me and mean it”
I was drunk, I was horny and I said it. After I was done she gave me a passionate kiss and picked the middle sweater to wear tomorrow. She asked if she should hang out in it for a while before we turned in. I of course agreed and she grabbed the sweater and just before she started to put it on, she handed me the pen, and said, “Let’s be sure you remember your words, please sign the piece of paper and date it.” I just wanted to see her in the sweater so I did and never even considered I was signing a long term chastity contract.
Saturday, we went shopping for the raised garden bed we were going to build soon in the spring. The days were getting a little warmer and she was definitely over-sweatered. But when I looked at her, it was like falling in love every single glance. At one point when by chastity belt caught a rogue hair and gave me a pinch, I was reminded of the agreement. I felt better that after another 4-8 weeks it should be too warm for those big sweaters I picked.
Saturday Night was Glorious. Sunday morning at breakfast she started talking about the day before. She was saying how she now understands how I can wear those big sweaters when it’s not really that cold. Once you get warm and the sweater starts to breath your body is perfectly fine. She thought that was weird, but then thought about furry animals in the summer. By the end of the conversation, she was making me active in the chastity belt because she was making the case that she was going to be able to wear those three sweaters well into Spring and Certainly on cool summer days.
For the next month we alternated between twice a week and three times a week. All of the love making was awesome, the worst night was better than any night before. I was still very frustrated and when we reached one month of this I calculated that in the entire month I only out of the chastity belt for 10-12 hours total.
I got brave and one Monday night I noted that I had done an entire month and asked if she was proud of me for such an accomplishment. She cautiously said she was proud of me. However, she weary I might make a request to stop this madness, so she interrupted me:  “I also think that we are ready to do something a different and I have something planned for next Saturday. I know you will be totally ready and eager to please me by Saturday because I am not unlocking you all week.
I should keep my mouth shut.
I got up early on Saturday and made her breakfast, I wanted to please her so much. The desire to please her and get out of this chastity belt for a week was intense, although I have to admit, my desire to please her was stronger than my desire to get out. I was definitely changing in my mindset.
While I was cooking breakfast part of my brain said: “She is going to come down in that green sweater isn’t she.” And when I thought it, my little soldier in chastity started to grow and I became very aroused. WTF, I want out of this chastity belt, so why is the idea of her suggesting that we are going to keep going is turning me on beyond imagine. What is wrong with me.
I heard the stairs creak and she came around the corner in the green sweater. My brain had a nano second to react. I could show disappointment to prove to her that I really want this to end or I could show passion at how beautiful she looked and effectively reinforce with her that I was happy with how things are.
Before my conscious mind had a chance to decide, a smile broke across my face and I was headed toward her arms wide for a huge and good morning kiss and a chance to tell her how beautiful she was. I introduced her to what was for breakfast and we sat down.
“I have champagne on ice for mimosas but in case we were going skydiving or something like that, I didn’t open it yet. Do our plans for today match up with a mimosa breakfast?”
She replied “Absolutely”
I started to open the champagne and popped the bread in the toaster. She decided to talk while I work, “Well I guess you are super excited to see what I have planned for today and why I needed you to be one week locked and super horny for the activity” I nodded and popped the champagne.
“You and I are going shopping all day long, I hope you have the stamina. The weird part is that we might not buy anything OR we might be done in an hour or two. The timeline, my hubby, is up to you.
Last Sunday when you watched the game I went to the mall with Brenda. We both noted that the spring fashion lines were in her words “very sweaterish”, there was a ton of light sweaters that were very fuzzy. There was crop tops that were both fuzzy and cable knitted. There were twinsets and even summer sleeveless sweaters and some of them were turtleneck. Can you imagine, I saw a fuzzy sleeveless turtleneck sweater for summer, and it was cute and current fashion.”
I winced and bent over as my chastity belt was causing me pain with this excitement. She new darn well that everything she was saying was exciting me beyond belief and she probably remembers when she asked to see my single guy spank bank, that there was a folder of turtleneck summer sweaters.
“How long this takes is up to you. I’m going to look for things I like and things I know will drive you insane but I’m still willing to wear and I’m going to hold it up and say: Can THIS ONE join the Green Sweater Family?”  and when you say YES, I will buy it. When you say NO, I will not. Do you have any questions?”
Before she was done talking, it was clear. This was the big play to solidify her hold on the weird permanent chastity that strangely results in more love making and better love making.
This was my chance to stop this. All I had to do was say NO all day long and the weather would end this for me. But every moment I thought about not ever getting this thing off me the more excited my little guy kept getting.
I just smiled and said, “it sounds like a nice day” and that is all I said, I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Shopping was difficult. I was in pain; my little guy and my brain could not get out of arousal mode. Then at the first store she held up a stripped brightly colored spring sweater that was perfectly fuzzy. She could not wear that in the deep of summer, so I said YES. She was so excited I said yes, she came over and kissed me and said “You know now that you have said YES, you have earned a week out of the belt. Every other time you say YES, you will earn a week out of the belt. Now, I know you have a camping trip with the guys, a family reunion we are flying to, you also have that baseball trip to see a road game. So I suggest you say YES at least 6 times to get those three weeks out of chastity.”
Suddenly I was excited to say yes. She was buying sweaters for summer and I was getting out of chastity and I was as happy as I could be. I even tried to pick her out a fuzzy tank top and begged her to buy it, because it would have been number 7. But she said 6 spring and summer sweaters was plenty.  She didn’t want me to have more than the 3 weeks off that I needed, plus she said she was planning on several Christmas in Summer days, where we turn the A/C very cold and she wears one of my big sweaters all day just to drive me crazy.
I felt like I was in sweater heaven.
Normally spring is kind of a sad season for me as I stop seeing ladies in sweaters, my wife stops wearing sweaters and my sweater wearing gets lighter and lighter till it’s reserved for cool nights and putting one on just for pleasure. This year is different, I have fuzzy, knitty sweatery goodness to look forward to all summer long.
On the other hand being in a chastity belt all the time except a few hours a week and sometimes only about an hour a week, gets difficult. There are always, pinches and tugs and sometimes when it’s hot, I get a little rash. It’s not really fun, but I have grown to think of it as more normal now.
About three weeks after the shopping trip, it was Friday Night. She was in bed and I was up having another cocktail. We didn’t make love all week because she was stressed about a work project. To make it up tomorrow was BIG SWEATER SATURDAY. We would make the house cold, she would wear my super thick black mohair cable turtleneck all day and night and the belt would come off Saturday Night for making love.
I was feeling irritated about being belted for a week. When suddenly I realized what had really happened.
Last winter she could have commanded me into the chastity belt and announced that our relationship was changing and that I was going to wear the chastity belt all the time unless we were making love. I love her so much I would have gone along with it. But she didn’t. Even though she always wanted more than anything else for me to be in chastity all the time, she would never have unilaterally declared it.
She loves me so much that she decided to set things up to force herself to become the sweater girl that I have always wanted. She took away my favorite toy for only herself and gave me what I wanted the most in return.
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original-fuzzywool · 2 years ago
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I saw a GREAT set of simple Rules for the Reluctant Chastity Belt Keyholder: 1) Belt goes on. 2) She picks and END DATE and does not tell him. 3) She adds a WEEK, every time he grinds it up against her, touches her body with it in bed, mentions or hints about being horny, mentions or hints about being in chastity or how long.
(This is for the Keyholder who does not really want to play the game or be bothered or feels like he is topping from the bottom, forcing her to be something she does not want to do. It is effectively an OFF SWITCH) The thing that drives him crazy is that the END DATE, could be next weekend, next month or 90 days, he does not know and does not dare ask. Quiet Chastity with no frills.
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original-fuzzywool · 2 years ago
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While many men look at this chair with jealousy. Trust me. I will alter my behavior to avoid it. The Wife knows prostate health is important. So Every 30 days, my chastity cage comes off and together we have fun. However, if I am bad, the Time-Out Chair has a special feature you can see in the seat. She pushes it way up inside me and it vibrates. Being placed in the Time-Out Chair is always a minimum of an hour. Sometimes horribly longer. When she comes back, it is always the case that I have been milked. Milking counts for prostate health THUS my 30 day timer to unlocking and fun starts over again. In early 2021 when she was clearly getting tired of being at home with me all the time, I was put on the time out chair often and I didn't get a regular release from December of 2020 until October of 2021. So Gents, be careful what you wish for.
Lately she has been very nice to me and when I screw up, I get the chair and the penetration but she has been leaving the vibrator off for my Time-Out and I have not been milked, I have just been uncomfortable and very sorry because when she skips the vibrator, the minimum time is 3 hours. I don't' care how much you love bondage, that is a long time to sit perfectly still. Why perfectly still? So I don't accidentally milk myself and reset my 30 day timer.
Last month I slept through my alarm and I missed putting out the trash. We had recently "had a good time" so I still had 25 days on my 30 day timer. Understand that The Time-Out Chair has you very tied down. I am completely unable to move enough to get that D-Doe out of me. But know this: I can bounce a little bit and frankly that feels pretty good and it will make me MILK and if I do it right a little "O". After about 5 minutes, I bounced a little bit and realized if I kept bouncing I was in a state of mind to have a medium "O". So for the next 20 minutes I stayed on the edge and then bounced myself to some good feelings, a medium "O" and a Milking. So when she came in and saw, she reset the 30 day timer. I think she does not know that I did it for pleasure, I think the thought it was just one of those times that the pressure milked me without my permission. That happens enough and it sucks.
But this day, my bouncing antics only cost me 5 days, so it was worth it.
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After a long Pause, she continued. “I don’t like this conversation. Never ask me to unlock you ever, don’t complain and don’t drop hints. Well, that seems kind of harsh. I tell you what. You can take me out to dinner and you get 10 minutes while we eat the salads to tell me how horny you are, and beg me to unlock you. Let’s say you get that chance every 10 weeks. That’s Fair. I can still say no but you should be allowed to beg. Oh and ALSO. If you slip and ask to get out or tell me how hard things are, I will point it out and the 10 weeks RESETS. LIke Today. You can take me out and beg for release no sooner than 10 weeks from today.”  She walked away and then stopped. She turned around. “I wonder if you have the self control to ever make it to 10 weeks. I think you should work on that, because I will NEVER UNLOCK YOU until you have completed the 10 weeks.”    a smile..... “Good Luck Lover”
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If you never leave the Pink you are Permanent.
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Last Christmas was our first holiday in years that we didn’t travel to family and nobody came to spend time with us. Just me and my wife.
While on a 3-hour drive home from Thanksgiving we started to talk about Christmas. I wanted NAKED CHRISTMAS. Lots of sex, bondage, food, drinks and of course I wanted big thick and fuzzy sweaters. I love sweaters. She wanted a traditional Christmas but with definite periods dedicated to kinky fun.
The rest of the drive was negotiations and by the time we got home we had our plan.
The Pre-Christmas Plan: You need to know that a few years ago I bought her a French Maid outfit and she didn’t like it. I definitely have a French Maid Kink. During the Pandemic, we decided that we would deal with my French maid fetish by having me dress the French maid and clean the house. It was fun and my wife never became a fantasy feminizing mistress, but she did enjoy seeing me in the maid uniform and she did enjoy the clean house. So, the plan for Christmas was I would take my vacation starting a few days early and spend 2-3 days in the French Maid outfit, cleaning the entire house PERFECT and making it a Christmas Decorated Home. I was required to be finished before Christmas Eve. The night before Christmas Eve, I was to be tied to the spanking bench. (Wife loves to spank for both her personal enjoyment and to inspire me to be a better husband) While strapped down and gagged, she would inspect the house. If the house was ready. I would get 25 with the paddle and be free to then remove the French maid costume and enjoy the holiday. If the house did not pass inspection, I would get a Hard-Hundy. (100 strokes that is unbearable and the worst thing ever) After the Hard-Hundy, I would be released and stay in Maid Standing till the next morning when I would be tied down again and the house would be inspected again.
The Christmas Plan: While I wanted everything prescribed in advance, she wanted things to unfold. She convinced me that anything on Christmas that we do Kinky should be in the spirit of Christmas and be a gift. So it was finally Decided. We would have regular Christmas morning. The final presents to be opened would be the kinky present. The kinky present had a theme. The theme was “Something I want to Fr&k you in”.
The present could be anything that meets that criteria; a sweater, a new French maid outfit, a weekend VRBO at the Beach, a collar, bondage gear, lingerie, fur coat or anything really. The guideline was that it had to be something the gifter found super sexy so the recipient knew that when they wear it, they are sexy. And the Gifter was eager to “do” the recipient in the present.
If the gift was something to be worn like clothing or bondage gear, it was to be immediately put on as soon as it was opened.  That way the gifter would have the satisfaction of seeing it all Christmas day.
The night after we hammered this out, I was a little disappointed. I didn’t think there would be much surprise. We both knew I was going to get her a sweater. And while she said nothing, my French maid uniform was a cheap costume, not super frilly and it didn’t lock on like the fetish maid uniforms we have looked at online. I was pretty sure I was spending Christmas Day locked into a frilly maid dress. And I was looking forward to it
My time off finally arrived and I spent 2 days as a French maid, working really hard. The night before Christmas Eve, I only got 25 strokes. The house was truly amazing. I’d spent 100’s on decorations and it seemed like we were living on a Hallmark Channel Christmas Movie Set. My wife was very pleased.
We had a lovely time on Christmas eve and that later that night, my wife pushed me away. She said no love making, even though it had been a week and I was so horny I might explode. She said she wanted us fully horned up for Christmas. I remembered the presents and quickly agreed.
We opened the presents from family and then we ate breakfast leaving only the two boxes under the tree. One big and one small. At breakfast she said, hey we have not decided who opens first and who gets to “do” the other one first? I said “how do you know I didn’t get you a vacation condo” She replied, because the box is big sweater sized! I laughed.  She said: “How about this.  I will open your box first, so you can see me in whatever it is. But when it comes to the next stage “getting to fr&K them while they wear it, So…. I get to go first for that.  
So I propose: I open, you open, I do you, then you do me.
Do you agree?
I said yes.
Then she thought and waited, hey I don’t want a half baked job when it’s your turn for you to “do me”. So I get to decide when that is. So we can be fully recharged for it.
I thought that sounded smart. I didn’t want to be giving her a less than impressive effort.
We moved to the tree and she grabbed the big box. I did have a little surprise. I also have a thing for tiered skirts and she likes them. She has a thing for old timey clothing like from the 1800’s. So I got her a sweater with a goofy design that reminded me of the 1800’s and a vintage tiered skirt I found really sexy.  She opened them and was really surprised that she liked them. She whipped off her pajamas and was in the skirt and sweater quickly.
I got up and put her in a big bear hug, I grinded my pelvis into her and planted a long passionate kiss on her. She stepped back just a touch and said: “I like you all horned up” after a brief pause she asked me if I would like to take a photo of her with her sexy things on. I, of course, agreed completely. She knew I liked photos on my computer of women in sweaters and my favorites were of her. She didn’t like me doing that but I’d been collecting sweater pics and enjoying them since before we met.
After I snapped a few shots, she picked up the last box. She smiled a big big smile and said, “Take this pic. You will want to remember this moment. It is the moment before everything changed.” And she laughed. She laughed a lot.
The box was too small to be a French maid uniform as I expected so it was going to be a surprise. I shook it and announced “It’s a sex toy” and she smiled and said “maybe, some people might look at it that way, but I think this one is bigger than toy status”
I was really intrigued and I was very excited. I opened it up and it was a chastity belt. The kind that locks around your stuff and keeps you from getting hard.  I looked up and said “really?”
She said: “Yeah, I know you showed me these chastity belts with regards to the whole sissy maid thing. It seems most of the Maid Fetish stuff is also a chastity thing. And I know I told you I was not interested. But I started doing research and I started to really like the regular chastity stuff. Like knowing that you won’t be looking at pics of other women and playing the flute while I’m at work.”
“Go put it on” that’s the deal.
I ran off and had to use a cold washcloth to un-excite myself but I got it on. I returned and I played it up really good. I made a big gesture, I made a trumpet noise and I dropped my my knees and gave her both keys. It was fun.
I went and got another cup of coffee and sat down. It was a little weird sitting, but it was fun. I could not wait to see what it was like to get this thing off later after not being hard for a while.
Then I laughed and said, “Don’t lose those keys, babe. Remember, I’m wearing my gift and your turn to “do me” comes first.
She laughed and said “What is that?” she pointed behind the tree. She crawled back and pulled out two more wrapped presents. One was a medium sized box and on top of it was a tube or something that looked like a summer sausage with a slight curve wrapped in Christmas Paper. She looked at the tags and said. “Oh and these are both FOR ME! Yeah! And in case you haven’t guessed what I bought myself for Christmas, let’s just say. We won’t be using those keys for a very long time and I’m going to “do you” in just a few minutes.
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original-fuzzywool · 3 years ago
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Candy woke up to mistress standing over the couch. Candy had just laid down for a moment and had fallen asleep. Mistress was not pleased and grabbed Candy by the hair. Candy’s hair was a source of pride, it had taken two years of growing it long and pretty. Ouch Ouch.
Candy was dragged by the hair to the basement, Mistress was really upset, it took all of Candy’s balance and effort to keep up with Mistress’s fast pace and not have her hair come out.
A maid sleeping on the job was a crime in the mind of Mistress.  Mistress’s Rule was maids must spend 10 minutes of “Think Time” for every minute of not working. Think Time was being chained up in a standing position with arms out and behind. Gagged and left in the dark. Candy knew after 30 minutes “Think Time” would be awful, after an hour it would be horrible. After 2 hours Candy imagined just crying without control, because Candy had never done more than 55 minutes of Think Time.
This time Mistress had diapered Candy before locking the ankle chains. Mistress left the basement. Diapered Candy had been left in this room to suffer and think with the lights on. Candy knew Mistress had gone to find the security tapes to see how long Candy had been not working. The punishment had not even started yet. The diaper was humiliating but at least Candy knew at least there would not be a mess to clean up, if the punishment was a long time. Candy had no idea how long she fell asleep.
The diaper inflamed the feeling of dread, Mistress didn’t put the diaper on to humiliate Candy, Mistress put the diaper on because Candy might be chained up for a very long time.
Candy was already starting to hurt and knew it had only been about 15 or 20 minutes when Mistress walked it. “Twenty four minutes, do you know how lucky you are that I found you sleeping? What if you would have been sleeping for an hour? Huh?  Candy could only look down and grunt. The gag made sure there was no talking and the position made sure there was no way to shrug shoulders.
Ten Times of THINK TIME you own me, That’s two hundred and forty minutes. In case a dumb maid like you can’t do math, that is 4 hours. I’ve set my watch.
Candy screamed NO NO NO, but it was just gag noises and Mistress expected as much.
Mistress came closer and put her hand up Candy’s dress to the frilly panties. With a little Slap on the rear, she continued “Today I feel generous, I’m going to give you a chance to cut short your 4 hours of Think Time.”
Candy nodded and screamed “Yes Yes Yes, I will do anything” into the gag, not knowing if Mistress could understand or not.
Mistress continued: “Oh, you seem interested. OK, You probably remember your maid contract. In it, I agreed that I would never spank you more than 100 swats in the same day. That was your hard limit. I think you will have probably done some really good thinking after two hours and twenty minutes, and I think you will agree to just about anything to get out of the remainder of your think time. So I am going to offer you 1 swat from the big paddle you hate, for each minute remaining. I will come in at 2 hours 20 minutes and if you agree, at 2-hours and 21 minutes, I will push up your skirt, pull down your diaper and give you 99 hard swats with the paddle. When I’m done, your think time will be over.”
Candy burst into real tears. This was not a real choice. Candy had once spent 55 minutes of think time for taking a 5 minute break and the memory of that 55 minutes was horrible, there was no imagining 4 hours of Think Time. There was no imagining 99 with the studded paddle. Candy hated the studded paddle so much.
“Darling, you don’t have to decide right now. You can use some of your think time to think about it. But if I was you, I would use the majority of your think time to think about one simple thing.  Just one thing. When it is work time, you work 100% of the time with 100% effort and 100% maid cuteness or next time your Think Time might be much much longer. If fact, I think next time Think Time will be 20 minutes of Think Time for every 1 minute of not working. Think about that a little bit.”
She turned out the light and shut the door. Candy tried to suck back the drool that was now coming out of the gag. Light leaked the room again as Mistress half opened the door. Candy was filled with hope, Mistress was coming to let her go, to show her that this was all a demonstration of what could happen the next time Candy was a bad maid.
Mistress only leaned into the room. She did not turn on the light, but light poured in from the hallway like a river of hope.  “Sorry to disturb your Think Time” (Candy’s heard sank as it was clear Mistress was not coming to the rescue) When I said 100% working 100% effort and 100% cuteness, did you understand that includes the fact that I won’t tolerate a sloppy maid?
“Today, even before you took your little regretful break on the couch, I had noticed that the bow on your apron in the back was very sloppy. One side of the bow was a 10 inch bow and the other was a 3 inch bow. I looked at your bow and I saw a maid that didn’t care. I had decided that at the end of the day you were getting 50 with the hairbrush. I think after more than 2 hours of think time you are going to probably choose the 99 swats with the studded paddle. And because I am apparently the only person in this relationship to can stick to the contract, I cannot give you your 50 with the hairbrush today.”
Mistress let out a big sigh. “So I’m going to have to put more effort into you tomorrow. When you bring me breakfast in my chamber tomorrow morning, I want the hairbrush on my tea tray. I want a black ribbon tied around it and the bows better be perfect. With a few hours of Think Time Today, please spend some time thinking about this as well.”
After a pause again, Mistress raised her voice and sharply said “100% working 100% effort and 100% cuteness” and emphatically slammed the door.
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BEACH VACATION
Maddy sat on the sand on the dune. She went for the shade because even in the morning light it was still warmer than either of us expected on the Oregon Coast.
We had planned this vacation for a long time, it’s a beautiful area and I had read that it was mostly sweater season year-round. I have a major sweater fetish and if I can get my wife into a sweater on vacation than it’s the best vacation.  To that end I had purchased this wonderful fuzzy turtleneck for her and presented it to her a week before the trip.
When the sweater arrived, I asked her to take it on the trip and wear it when it was cold and also to do a photo shoot with me. But she said No.
No? I was shocked, she normally indulges my sweater fetish, we share several fetishes, but this one she does not share. She indulges me by wearing sweaters I buy for her.  Perhaps she said no as a bargaining chip. I was waiting for her terms. In my head I was trying to guess.  The Three Normal things she would try to get from me in a negotiation were: A week in the chastity belt, or 3-5 hours of cleaning the house dressed as a French maid or a good old fashioned butt whooping where she tied me down gagged and paddled my rear till I was in tears.
She didn’t bargain. She changed the subject.
The next day, I described the types of photo shots I’d like to take with her on the beach in the sweater. I even said they might be good for a Christmas Card. I acted like it was a done deal. Then I sheepishly said, “We can do the photo shoot right? Maybe you could wear the sweater all day. I would be a very special day for me” then I gave my best Please Please look.
She acted like I just asked her if she wanted a cup of tea, “No thanks”
I was shocked. Still not bargaining. My mind raced to what she might want. When she is drunk, she talks about giving me 100 with the paddle and making me a puddle of goo. This scares the crap out of me because I don’t like being spanked and she spanks hard. But like the my sweater fetish, I let her spank me because I love her. When she spanks me, I lose it and am in full tears at about 50. So the 100 is unthinkable.  Unthinkable till I thought about her in that sweater for a whole day.
That night I could hardly sleep. What was she thinking? Maybe she doesn’t love me anymore and has decided to stop wearing sweaters for me. Maybe our relationship is over. Maybe she has always hated sweaters. Maybe I’m the worst hubby in the world for begging her to wear sweaters so much. Laying in bed awake is the worst kind of thinking you can do.
I woke up the next day tired. She was just getting out of bed and I reached up and grabbed her and pulled her back. “Please Please, wear the sweater one day on vacation, let me take photos, we can do anything else you want to do that day, Please.”
She pushed my hand off her and turned on the bed, SILENT. She looked at me.
Desperate before she said No again, I blurted out: “You can have Anything You Want”.
She smiled just a tiny bit, closed her eyes and said, “Ok, you can have your sweater day”
I was overjoyed.
The coast was great. Everyone in the café’s and tourist stops were talking about how awesome the weather was and how lucky we were to visit during dry sunny warm days. We looked at the Weather Calendar and our 3rd day was supposed to be the coolest, so that was Sweater Day. We would Do the photo shoot on the dunes early in the morning with wonderful light, then drive to the sealion caves and then have a dinner reservation at a place later that has an ocean view deck where the breeze would keep her from overheating.
The photo shoot was amazing. I was going to be looking at the photos for years. Dinner was amazing. It was very warm for both of us because I knew she had on too much sweater, I decided I would wear an even warmer sweater, so I would experience the discomfort with her if it got too warm. We would just look like a couple who thought it was going to be chilly or had plans to walk on the beach after sunset when the sweaters would be required.
When we got back to the hotel, I had already told her a zillion times how beautiful she looked and this time I told her how much I need to make love to her.  She kissed me back and I knew she agreed.
I was in bed and she walked in from the bathroom. She only had the sweater on. She was going to do sweater sex and I had not even asked for it. OMG I am so lucky.
She walked up to the side of the bed. She stopped and asked if I was hard. I tossed back the covers to show her I was ready.
She said, “I want you to touch it, stroke it and look at me in the sweater” After a while she asked if I like that and I said yes. She continues “Good, because I want to wear sweaters for you and have you stroke it more often, I think that is probably important for you.” I nodded as fast as I could. It was very important.
She climbed into bed and my hands stopped what they were doing and went for the sweater. I tossed her down and stroked her breasts.
“Have you had good day? She asked. I replied, “Best Day Ever”.
She smiled: “It was 10 days ago that you proposed today, and you can probably guess when you said, “Anything I want” I was thinking I was finally going to give you the 100 paddle strokes” She closed her eyes and grinded her hips into mine for 10 seconds. The thought of doing that to me really does get her going.
She regained focus, “But I decided against the 100 stokes. I decided against it when I started thinking about the photo shoot. I’m going down a different road. I know you masturbate to sweater porn and I am 99% sure that some of it is photos of me in sweaters.” She paused.
I suppressed my instinct to deny everything and said, “Photos of you are what turn me on the most” I thought that was a pretty good response given the embarrassing and true accusation.
She nodded, “You know I don’t like you masturbating. And I always tell you that you are a better husband when you are in chastity. But I’ve never wanted a permanently locked man. HOWEVER, and I DO MEAN HOWEVER, It creeps me out to know you are looking at photos of me and playing with yourself. When you buy me a new sweater, I don’t know if you are wanting to see your wife in a lovely garment or just update your spank bank. It makes me feel bad and cheap. I think I would enjoy sweaters more and how they make you feel if I didn’t have that thought in the back of my head.”
This was a shock, OMG, I would have never guessed that I was making the love of my life feel bad.  I looked deep in her eyes and said, “I didn’t know, Honey, I will never masturbate to a photo of you again, I’m so sorry.”
She smiled again, “I know” a bigger smile “I am sure of it”
“Did you wonder why, I had you touch yourself when I came out? It’s because I wanted you to have One Last Time. And you never had a chance seeing me in this very lovely fuzzy sweater.”
A little confused I said “Thank you”
She rolled over from our talking positions. “Get inside me, I want to continue this conversation with you inside me. I am ready to pop any minute. I love talking kinky with you.”
We got things started and after a few minutes she said, “Anything I want” and I knew she was talking out our deal. And I had had the best day ever. So I said “Yes, I told you, Anything You Want”.
“When we get home, you will shower and put on your chastity belt. You are NOT going to be locked permanently or kept without sex for weeks and months. But you are going to wear it 100% of the time unless I decide to unlock it.”
My face gave away my shock.
She went on, “Don’t worry, I am planning on having sex more often. I am planning on having to unlock you if you go for a run or go surfing with the boys or go on a camping trip. But all the rest of the time, you stay locked. No more masturbating to sweater photos of me or anyone else. I don’t like it and I have stopped it.”
She must have looked at the panic on my face.
She grabbed my face with both hands gently and said, “Would you like to fuck me while I wear a big fuzzy sweater every week for the rest of your life?” and I said “Hell yes”.
She let go of my face and slapped my ass, and said “Then this is a very good thing for both of us, consider it next level relationship stuff.” She slapped my ass harder this time and it stung too much. “Now get busy and finish strong lover.”
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Good morning, my wife exuberantly said as I entered the kitchen. Happy Chastity Day! It was January 14, 2022. It was technically “International Male Chastity Day” but I’d been locked up since New Years Day and I wasn’t going to correct my wife. My wife walked across the room and I could tell by the way she moved, she was wearing her chastity belt.
I asked “What up?”
She turned around and took a drink of coffee. “Chastity as been turning my cranks lately, probably because it is winter and there is not much else to do and I have your cock locked up tight. I want to be denied and you are going to enjoy it with me. I asked Debbie to be my keyholder, excuse me OUR keyholder and we are going over there today to give her the keys.”
I think my mouth was open, and I recovered long enough to ask “How long?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know. I read on a forum about a couples that did this. One couple would hold anothers keys for a while and make them do fun stuff. I have an amount of time I want to do this but the forum said don’t tell the man. Men focus on dates too much. So I am not telling you.
Get dressed we are leaving in about 30 minutes.
Debbie is my wife’s best friend, Now I am sitting on the couch in her house. Her husband was not there, but he was cool. He was very subordinate to her, like I was to my wife. I didn’t know if he wore a chastity belt also, but I figure my wife knew, because those two ladies were always talking about sex. Debbie was always teasing me that I dressed sissy and cleaned the house sometimes.
My wife has a chastity belt for herself and you know she is wearing it. We use if for role play and she is rarely belted more than a few days. I’ve only been up for 2 hours and I’m sitting at Debbies on her couch with us both securely locked in our chastity belts.
I guess it’s time for my wife to give BOTH SETS of our chastity belt keys to her friend plus an envelope where she wrote the Minimum amount of time she wanted to be denied. My wife thought it important that I did not know how long this little game was going to last.
Debbie asked her "Are you really sure about this? (Pause)
“You know I'll do it.” She continued and paused again
“I will deny you”. She added a little grin.
“I also know how darn horny you get and this is longer than I think you can go. (she paused) I will make you do it and more."
My wife said “YES OF COURSE”, as if the words “and more” didn’t register with her at all.
Debbie grabbed the ziplock bag with the keys off the table and put them deep in her pocket. “OK, You once told me that you always kept your husband longer because you believed that real chastity comes after you think you should get out. You understand I might do that to you.”
My heart raced, What is my wife doing? I wanted to speak up but I didn't.
My wife replied that she understood she was giving complete control and that her friend was not a time safe. Then Debbie asked me my thoughts:  I just replied that I wanted what my wife wanted.
Debbie stood up, with Authority. "OK, We are doing this, no going back”
"And I'm doing this my way. You are both my bitches now" She turned to my wife: "Next Saturday you are going to come over and babysit my kids so I can go out on a date, While I"m gone, put the kids to bed early. Then start cleaning my house. I"ll add weeks if my house is not impressively clean when I get home"  I could not help myself, I laughed.
She turned to me. “Think that is funny do you? Maybe you won’t. You will be at home chained spread eagle to your bed, diapered and gagged. Trust me 5-8 hours like that and you will be very unhappy. When you wife gets home from cleaning my house, She will unchain you and go to sleep. You will dress in your French Maid outfit and spend the rest of the night cleaning your house. Quietly you will clean to morning and make her breakfast in bed. When she feels like getting up she is going to strap you down and inspect your work. Her notes will determine how many canes you get on your ass.”
“We are going to set a high standard, if my best friend can’t have sex, she is going to enjoy living in a nice clean house and so am I”
“Where was I, right caning your ass. After she makes her notes about your cleaning, She will call me. And I will ask her for that report and determine how many you need to get. Then I will give her the report on how well she cleaned my house. I will determine how many with the cane she will give YOU for HER failures on my house.”
“The Man Always Gets both sets of punishment” I was not happy to hear this. Knowing her as I do, it won’t matter how well I clean the house, she is going to use this to motivate me for future cleaning. I was going to get punished hard.
Did you know that my husband really gets off on watching videos of women who cane men? If the canning is severe enough he will cum on the spot. You will video tape your caning and I will show it to my husband. I don’t really care if he cums, but I do have an expectation of a good show. She looked at my wife, “By next week you week, you will be so horny, you will do anything to get out, so you better understand that putting on a good show for my husband is part of your duties as my bitch.”
“Anyway,  as I said, I don’t care if he cums, just give him a show. What is most important is that I’d rather have both houses be spotless clean. We are going to have super clean houses and maybe my hubby gets a squirt. Seems like everyone wins.
That is how you are going to pay me for this wonderful thing I am doing for you.
I was shocked, this was the worst idea ever.
I looked at my wife for the first time since her friend started talking. She was trembling like she was about to cum. I blurted out. “Are you about to cum” She shook her head No and then turned and meekly said: “I already did”.
“Oh Shit” I said a little too loud.
Debbie walked over to me, my eyes and head went down and I only looked at her feet out of submission and respect. She put her finger under my chin and pushed my face up to look at her.
“You can look at me this time, I’m as interested in your wife cumming in her chastity belt  as you are. It’s very interesting.  I’m sure YOU are thinking, that it’s not fair, she is going to get off on this and get some sexual satisfaction while you suffer the curse of being one of those men who can’t cum in his cage or by anal” Debbie giggled a little and I learned that my wife must have told her I can’t cum at all when in chastity.
“Yeah, she told me about that, and that sucks for you”
Debbie walked back to her couch and sat down and continued “But I really don’t’ think that you and I are actually thinking the same thing at all. (She made a big SAD FACE looking at me) I’m thinking, that if my instructions for next week make her cum, that it is pretty likely that this won’t be a little experiment adventure she has asked me for. (She paused and smiled really big at both of us) This “Experiment” might be the life that she needs to lived. This might be what makes my best friend the happiest in the world.
She paused as if considering her words. “Yup, this might be different than we all expected just a few minutes ago” and she paused dramatically again, then continued.
“And if it happens while my house is getting cleaned, my car washed and my husband provided with his own personal porn channel, then I think it’s a win for everyone”
She clapped her hands together and stood up. “Well that’s something to look forward to for a while. I gotta go. These keys need to get somewhere safe and NO my husband won’t know where. In case you think about bribing him. I’ve got a date to plan for Saturday Night.”
She hugged my wife, picked up her purse, put the chastity keys in it and said, “Gotta Run these keys away from temptation, go ahead and let yourselves out, See ya Saturday.”
Just like that, my keys and sense of hope left the building.
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