I remember reading about a woman who strictly controlled when her husband was allowed orgasms. They lived somewhere very hot; New Mexico or Arizona I think. The method of controlling WHEN an orgasm was allowed was unusual and delightful. The method of chastity control was not special however. A chastity device made 100% secure with a penis piercing. But her husband had to carry on him, AT ALL TIMES, a thick, red maker pen. The sort of pen used on a wipe board. And in their kitchen hung a calendar. One very large page for each month. Big square boxes for each day. Each day box, half the size of a playing card. They were on their third calendar at the time of reporting on the regime.
Were you to have visited on the day of reporting their life, on the 15th of the month, you would have seen that for the current month displayed on the calendar, red crosses were struck through everyday from the 1st of the month, through to the 19th. What the previous page for the previous month looked like we do not know. A red cross struck through a day meant no orgasm. What we do know is that Slave husband had obviously not had an orgasm for at least 15 days and would be going through at least a 19 day denial period before having an orgasm. The first day clear of a red cross was the 20th.
Slave husband was waiting hand and foot on his cuckolding wife and aspiring to total obedience and servility, WITH GOOD REASON. His queen wife was however empty of mercy but brimming with meanness.
‘Get my lunch slave, a sandwich.‘ He rushed to the kitchen and made a sandwich and brought it in to his queen wife. She was naked except for golden high heels, a gold waist chain, gold bracelets and a gold necklace. His terrible denial meant he could barely look at her beauty but, being a weak male, he could not help himself, thus harshly torturing himself.
He set the plate with the sandwich down before her and she stared at it for a moment. Then calmly she spoke.
‘Get the calendar.’ Slave husband’s face fell and he looked so sad. He rushed to the kitchen and returned to his queen and handed the calendar and red pen to her. She struck through the 20th and 21st with thick red crosses. She spoke calmly again as she did so.
‘Crumbs on the plate cuck-maggot. You wipe around the plate before serving me.’ He pleaded his apologies but was sent back to the kitchen to hang the calendar in its place on the wall…………………………………..
Later that day, she was getting ready to go out for an overnight stay with her bull. Slave had been given his huge chore list for while she was gone and was helping his queen with dressing. As she dressed, his queen talked about how she would be fucked with a big cock all night and all the sexual acts that would take place with her lover. Finally she was ready to leave. As always he had to kneel and kiss her feet before she slapped his face, spat in it and walked out of the house.
He knelt and began to kiss. All his passion and desperation flooded out of him as he had the joy of his lips touching the soft, perfumed, skin of her beautiful foot. She looked at herself in the mirror as he did so. Then, suddenly, she pulled her foot away. She spoke in an annoyed tone now.
‘Cane and calendar!’ Slave husband was almost in tears. When his queen was annoyed it was BAD! She first took the calendar and pen from him. Rapidly, she struck through days with red crosses. Fourteen red crosses. Tears welled up in his eyes. She threw the calendar to the floor and took the cane from him. Thirty- six very hard strokes of the cane were delivered. One stroke for each word. She spoke very slowly.
‘How many times have I told you. Dry kisses! I do not want to feel the coldness of your slobber on my skin. I want dry kisses when you have the honour of kissing my feet.‘ Slave was crying like a little girl from the seventh stroke to long after the last stroke. After the last stroke, she dropped the cane to the floor and walked out to her rendezvous with her lover. She felt alive and a million dollars.
Link to my Journal No. 12.