Inducing permanent impotence for amusement

I have heard of this regimen and have to say the concept of a submissive male sex toy and slave conditioned to never be able to obtain an erection is VERY HOT INDEED! I can’t see I would ever do this to bitch-boy, if indeed it was possible, because making his little clitty hard, even though he would rather it wasn’t, so that I can punish and torture the turgid object quite cruelly, is too much of a pleasure to ever want to lose.

I do love though that, for 99% of the time he is being tormented and humiliated, he has no erection at all and this obvious indicator that he is getting no sexual arousal from his subjugating circumstances while I, (and girlfriend when with me), are repeatedly orgasmsing is very hot.

I always remember this excerpt paragraph from Pamela about her slave Candy Floss.

Although Royston and I make use of Candy sexually she is taught that it is for our pleasure, not hers, and she will never be allowed to have an orgasm, serving her attractive black owners should be pleasure enough for our shy, timid little slave maid. When I first came into possession of Candy, I set myself a 5 year target of making her completely impotent. This has meant a tearful caning each time her little penis tries to erect inside its chastity device. To start with this meant every time I used Candy’s tongue for my intimate pleasure, but she is learning. The conditioning is working. I am accelerating the conditioning by often having Candy moisturise my whole body after I have showered or bathed. A tearful caning normally follows the moisturising. My firm thighs, my shaved labia, my heavy breasts and my firm shapely rear all test her rule of impotence. But each caning is her fault. If she keeps her little encased penis flaccid, she does not get the cane. It is her choice.

And a new recent excerpt from Petticoated.com.

I had written to you earlier describing my use of chastity training with my dear sissy husband Chrissy. As I mentioned in that letter, not only has Chrissy been petticoated and kept in a chastity 24/7, but I also used a spiked chastity device in such a way that he has been conditioned to be unable to get an erection, rendering the poor little thing quite impotent (which had been my goal, of course).

As I also mentioned in that letter, I do subject Chrissy to a regiment of occasional prostate milkings – which, for a couple of reasons, he finds rather unpleasant. One reason is that he reports that the feeling itself is simply odd. Not at all like an orgasm, but instead, just uncomfortable. However, the major reason for his dislike of his milking sessions is that he finds them so humiliating.

Of course, for a sissy husband to be as deprived as he is of any sexual pleasure, the experience of being milked is quite inherently demeaning and humiliating – reinforcing his lowly status within the marriage and serving as an abject reminder to him of his lack of any semblance of masculinity or male rights. But in addition to that, my poor hubby almost always is milked in front of, and for the amusement of, my friends.

Chrissy, of course, is assigned sissy maid duty for these evenings – cleaning the house, preparing hors d’oeuvres, greeting my guests as each one arrives (always with a proper curtsy), taking drink orders, and so on.

The signal that a milking is going to take place is when I instruct Chrissy to go get my rubber gloves and the lubricant. The poor dear always gets a crestfallen look at that point, and he has been known, before they arrive, to tearfully beg and plead with me not to shame him by milking him in front of my friends, but needless to say, his pleadings always fall on deaf ears.

When he returns, and while I put on one of the gloves, he obediently spreads a layer of newspapers on one of our coffee tables, then compliantly gets on the papers on his hands and knees and pulls up his skirt to above his waist and then pulls his panties down to around his lower thighs. I then unlock and remove his chastity, and while my friends watch, I play with his limp little sissy clit, showing them all how small he is and also how completely unable he is to achieve an erection of any kind. Although they have all seen this demonstration a number of times, my friends never cease to find it both fascinating and surprising, and they love to tease my poor hubby relentlessly about both his lack of size and especially his inability to get hard. I love watching hubby becoming distressed with other women making him miserable.

 

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