Her Chastity Games Ch. 01

Of course, Corinna was not always the dominant woman in our relationship, on whose benevolence my orgasms depended. Our relationship started differently, more normally, and I probably wouldn't have married her if she had been so dominant and demanding from the beginning. She had no interest in the beginning to be in control of my orgasms and my pleasure. Nor did I know how much it would excite me when she took control. We have approached the subject over the years with experience, insight, and the courage to talk to each other about it. Perhaps that would be worth a more detailed story of its own sometime...

Years ago, when she occasionally refused me to cum too quickly in teasing play during sex, I had to admit that it excited me a lot. It became a regular game, teasing, edging and not knowing what she would decide in the end - would I cum, would she ruin my orgasm or would she suddenly decide I had to wait another day? Or two? Or three? Or a week?

And so it was only a matter of time before chastity games were added, later swinging, then cuckolding. So anyone who doesn't know the back story might call my wife's behavior mean. And on the one hand it is. But one must not forget that she does it because I want it. We know where our limits are. Of course, we also enjoy testing those limits. But we would never hurt ourselves. It's a dialectical relationship in that the mean little ideas she keeps coming up with for me are a sign of love. They are evidence that she is thinking about how to tease and surprise me, how to increase my thoughts and my pleasure. And once by the way, if you don't feel love and affection in such a special relationship, you better get out of it.

I love to feel the power of my sexual arousal, the pleasure that comes from the frustration of chastity. The sweet pain of jealousy when she makes love to another man. The humiliation when she comes home after a date, sits on my face and I taste her and him.

When she realized how much it excites me when she doesn't let me cum, she had a hard time with that because she didn't want to be mean to me. Therefore, we had initially made the allowances of my orgasms dependent on external factors over which she had no control. This is how we came to play our lotto game:

LOTTO GAME

We determined together that whether and how I was allowed to come depended on the weekly drawing of the lottery numbers. So every week, we sum up the numbers which were drawn. The higher the sum was, the better for me. A full orgasm was only possible if the numbers drawn consisted of the quarter of the largest possible numbers. A ruined orgasm was more likely but still hard to achieve. At one point, it took almost three months before I was allowed to cum. It was a frustrating but also incredible time. Corinna came more often during this time, of course. Much more often! Sometimes she spent the weekly drawing sitting on my face. I had to hear and calculate the results... Corinna could enjoy her orgasms and my frustration and didn't have to feel guilty - after all, it wasn't her decision, it was the lottery drawing.

But I still missed the special kick of just this personal meanness. So we came to our beads game, a Chastity classic:

THE BEADS

In this game, there were 15 black beads in a bowl. For each day, I could earn a green bead, which was exchanged for a black bead. As soon as I wanted, I could draw a bead blindfolded. If I drew a green bead, I was allowed to come. If I drew a black one, I could not. After I drew, all green beads were taken out of the game. So if I wanted a 100% chance to cum, I could do that every 15 days. Provided that Corinna was satisfied with my behavior for 15 days. If she was dissatisfied, she could also take out a green bead again or add a black one.

During this time, Corinna realized the great added value of chastity and the FLR. Because, of course, I put a lot of effort into getting as many green beads into the bowl as possible - significantly more effort than I put into our lottery game.

She used the power of the beads in doing my household chores but also for her sexual needs. One evening she wanted me to bring her to orgasm with my tongue. I make the mistake of suggesting that I was a little tired. Her response to that left me no choice:

"Oh, you're tired? In that case, we'll forget a quick orgasm. Instead, you'll keep me on the edge with your mouth and tongue for an hour. You won't make me cum for another hour. You won't get a clock. You can certainly lick and count at the same time. For every minute you deviate from the hour, I'll put an extra black bead in the bowl."

Then she took off her panties with relish, lay down on the bed, spread her legs and grinned at me. In the end, I had seven extra black beads in the bowl, which sensitively reduced my chances of orgasm. And I had learned not to refuse her any request and to thank her for every opportunity to caress her wonderful pussy.

At some point Corinna introduced the red beads. This I could "buy" for five green beads. For a red bead I could wish for a special sexual adventure with her. But the red pearls could only be achieved with eternally frustrating waiting and just as long very good behavior.

In the end, the red beads served mainly for Corinna to get to know the last and deepest areas of my sexual desires and fantasies.

One day Corinna came home from work and put her bunch of keys on the table during dinner. On my chastity cage's key, I saw a red keychainmade of ten red beads. I nervously looked at the bowl and realized that she had taken the red beads out of the bowl. Startled, I looked at her.

"You don't need the beads anymore, sweetheart. I've decided to take them and make me this keychain out of them as a reminder of your lusts and devotion."

"So I won't get a chance to pull them then?" I asked incredulously.

"No." was her curt and definite reply.

"Why?"

"We're not going to keep playing the pearl game" Corinna explained, "because even if it occasionally frustrates you when you want to pull a chance too quickly and you don't succeed, you still ultimately have the control over the probabilities of your orgasms and thus your sexuality. But what you really want is for me to be in control, right?"

She was right about that, I had to admit.

"And it turns you on when I'm mean and don't fulfill your lust prematurely, doesn't it?"

She was right about that, too. But what did that mean for our game or our system now? I didn't have to wait long for the explanation.

"So I have decided that from today your orgasms and sexual freedoms will no longer depend on the beads and your luck in pulling them. But only on me alone. I decide. And I can decide every day and every moment to stimulate you, reward you, punish you, make you cum, ruin you. I can demand you bring me to orgasm when I please or even demand you bring my lover to orgasm."

That was the moment when, after all these years, she had developed the desire and also the self-confidence to control and our real FLR began. At the first moment I was irritated but I felt a warm feeling of happiness, excitement and anticipation spreading through me.

Now suddenly every moment counted and I never knew what the day would bring. My life and our relationship had suddenly become even more exciting.

Corinna's friend Kathy has a very similar relationship to ours with her husband David. She proudly wears the key to David´s chastity cage around her neck. Occasionally, I meet with David and we exchange the latest mean ideas from our wives. It's always exciting for us to hear what they've come up with again. Of course, we don't tell them, because we don't want to provoke a competition for the meanest idea.

THE ALARM CLOCK

At our last meeting I told David about Corinna's new alarm clock. One evening Corinna explained to me that she had a new alarm clock. I wondered, since she had been using her cell phone as an alarm clock for years. "I'm still going to use it. Just a little different than before." I looked at her questioningly. "Here's how my new alarm clock works: Instead of setting the alarm in the app like before, I'll just send you a text message with a time. You will then quietly crawl with your head between my legs at that time, tenderly spoil me with your tongue and wake me up with a beautiful orgasm. That is clearly more pleasant than being torn from sleep by the sudden ringing of an alarm clock."

Since then, my morning routine has now changed somewhat. My waking her up this way has a whole other side effect. Because while she starts the day with the bliss of an orgasm, I start the day with maximum frustration and horniness. I have to think about her all day and have significantly more painful erections in my cage than before.

One evening I was lying in the bed of the guest room listening to Corinna and her lover having sex in our bed. It was one of those evenings when she wanted intimacy in bed and wouldn't let me watch, which made my jealousy more painful than usual. When the wild and loud part was over I heard the two giggle some more, then it got quiet. Suddenly the display of my cell phone lit up. A message from Corinna "06:30". She wanted to be woken up while her lover slept next to her?

After a restless night, I crept into the bedroom and under the covers the next morning. Both were lying naked next to each other on the bed. Carefully, I spread Corinna's legs and started kissing her. She hadn't showered after sex and I tasted not only her but also her lover. I licked and caressed her, caressed her breasts with my hand and felt her slowly waking up, pressing her thighs against my head. After she came, she stood up and said "thank you sweetheart, you can make breakfast now."

Shortly after, Corinna and I were sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and beagles. Her lover was still asleep. We briefly exchanged ideas about the day ahead and when Corinna got up to go to the office, I asked her what was up with our "guest"? She answered casually and as if it was a matter of course: "If he hasn't gotten up by 09:00, please go wake him up. Wake him up the way you woke me up!" Then she threw me another sly grin and left the house.

I glanced at the clock and wondered what I should do. Maybe vacuum outside the bedroom to wake him up with the noise? He would tell her and that certainly wouldn't reflect well on my next release date. So I decided to wait.

The longer I waited, the more nervous I became. At some point, I realized that he wasn't going to get up on his own. And so at 09:00 I found myself back in our bedroom and crawled under the covers again. I took his cock in my mouth, sucked on it gently and quickly noticed how it was getting hard. I took the lower part of his cock in my hand, played with my tongue on his glans and was about to decide that he was probably awake now, when I felt his hand on the back of my head and he pushed me back down on his cock. I wondered if he also held Conrinna's head like that when she blew him?

He wanted more than just to be woken up and so I stayed under the covers until he came in my mouth.

When I told this to David he looked at me with wide eyes. It was only a matter of time before Corinna would tell his wife Kathy about her new alarm clock. And knowing Kathy, she wouldn't wait long to follow her example.

It was two weeks before David wrote to me: Kathy now has a new alarm clock, too.

These ideas were mainly aimed at creating structures and rules that enabled or prevented my release. But of course Corinna's ideas are not limited to that, as the little story of our roulette evening last week shows in the second part...