I thought a separate blog, not only is the subject not really medical it is also quite large, or will be for a paragraph in My standard monthly effort which seems over the years to have become very popular with a quite large following.The whole thing is about an anniversary I share with Stubbz, on Wednesday, the 26th of November it is 15 years since he has been full time 24/7-365 chaste to Me! We did of course previous to that play with chastity but back then there was not the selection of good quality belts available that there are today, and even then over the years Stubbz has built his own to suit him best for long term wear, it is made up from components adapted from quality manufacturers, Neosteel, Fetish-
Felix and our own fetish friendly engineer. The journey into forever chastity is a long and expensive one until you get it right, and I did want/demand it be right when I said forever that is exactly what I meant. My 2nd boy Emenac is just starting his chastity journey with Me, he also is 24/7-365 but has no bragging rights just yet as it has been such a short time.
So how it all came about, it was 30ish and more years ago Stubbz came into My life, and from the get-go I was very pleased to of met him, from day one (in retrospect) he was submissive to Me, everyday I felt like a Queen, kind and generous to a fault. I’m not massive on giving out personal detail so with out any why’s and because’s we early in our relationship attended a part BDSM and part swinger party, it was for us life changing. I discovered and embraced a dominant sadistic side that was as it transpires lurking just below My surface, and regards swinging a huge no, I don’t share My toy’s well and so would not tolerate Stubbz having relations outside of ours, I did however discover having an array of men in My bed had many, many, many, advantages and over a short period of time Stubbz became chaste to me via a combination of devices and his pledge to remain faithful to Me whilst gifting Me My freedom, he also became My cuckold. I did stay faithful to him the first 12/18 months of our relationship, something I think he should be eternally grateful for, I have never been a one man woman. And so our relationship moved forward, play, discipline punishment and reward, held together with ritual, to this day there are rituals for both My Boyz, my sadism grew and included inflicting mental cruelty & pain as well as physical and lots of cuckolding, we were and are blissfully happy.
Over the years the relationship grew and grew, new types of play introduced, punishments no longer needed but regular discipline to keep the dynamic established and ritual, always ritual, a very underrated aspect of a BDSM relationship in My opinion and experience. We were and still are without any doubt soul mates, for Stubbz in the background there lurked My first love, a handsome man and beautifully hung too, it didn’t end well between us if truth be told, I felt over him and put it down to a really rare to see thing, Stubbz showing a little jealousy, I should have known better, Stubbz often knows Me better than I know Myself. Some 14/15 years had passed and all of a sudden through Facebook a private message from My first love. O.M.G belly knots, excitement, back and forth with messages, do you remember this etc etc, Stubbz asked are you going to meet him, I said I wasn’t sure, he came back at Me straight away saying I should, from his side of the fence the man for Me was quite clearly unfinished business. He also bless him suggested I should fuck him, his reasoning typical of him, **he’d rather have beautiful memories of us together and see Me happy than Me have doubts and unfinished business, and if it didn’t work out he’d always be waiting** I assured him I had no intention of ever leaving him, I felt he was My soul Mate but I did admit to Myself I had an itch, What do you say to a man so beautiful as to offer to suffer the hurt of letting go his all for the sake of My happiness.
What followed was one of the longest 3 week periods of My life, I flirted and got suggestive, he did the same, I sent pictures I probably shouldn’t have as did he, I was excited, it was obvious we’d end up in bed together, I watched Stubbz, he was struggling, quiet and a little vacant, potentially his whole world could come to an end, I loved it, his pain turned Me on, I told him I would fuck My Ex and that I’d expect to be cleaned afterwards. Watching the struggle, but also the strength of the man, I should I guess have felt guilt but I did not, I loved the pain he was suffering for Me, one man chasing Me full of lust and desire the other full of trepidation, jealousy, fear, a sadists dream, the depth of feeling the control was amazing. My cruelty knew no bounds every day I demanded satisfaction from Stubbz, often several times, I made him book and pay for a 5* hotel on the Thames.
The day arrived, I was excited, we drove to the venue, sat outside and talked, Stubbz got out of the car and booked Me in, he left Me and told Me he would be ready when I called, not to give him a thought and to have a nice time. I’m sure there was much else he’d of rather said to Me but he didn’t, old school man of his word. I watched him walk away, then My first love arrived, handsome as ever, more so really, having jet black hair he’d gone grey a little early, a pretty smiling face and salt and pepper hair, trim and fit.I could feel My stomach turn at the thought of him and all he would do to Me. We had coffee then went to the room, we stripped each other, him naked he had said he remembered Me in stockings and suspenders when we were together so I wore them for him and kept them on as we fell to the bed together in each others arms. It was frantic and very quick, then lay and reminisced we fucked a second time and more or less once finished it wasn’t long before his wife rang wanting to know his whereabouts I smirked to Myself to see him looking guilty and sheepish, spluttering and stuttering, My head full of thoughts of My Stubbz, My first love, pretty yes, not so beautifully hung as I remembered, and skulking about behind his wife’s back, My Stubbz has more back bone in his little finger, it was nice he made Me cum and reminiscing was lovely, I just knew then and there that always I would stray but never would I leave I had My man, My real man, My soulmate, My true love and My best friend, His strength and character allows Me to have as much recreational sex as I choose even additional relationships and My world is perfect, he never fails Me! When My first love comes up in conversation now I always say the same, pretty package no depth…. and I mean it.
So I summoned Stubbz, did I make him eat My cream pie, yes of course, did I verbally abuse him, absolutely, did I hurt him even more, of course and took great enjoyment from it, there was lots else I did to him that night and the following days but one kindness I did do him was tell him the truth, My first love was no threat to him, I had indeed put the unfinished business to bed once and for all, we talked much, we both felt the experience had moved the relationship to another level and we decided that chastity would become a part of our life as opposed to a play thing. Wednesday is just round the corner and as written somewhere above My Stubbz is old school his word is his bond so in the 15 years since that day (21/11/2010) I have been unfaithful to him more times than I can remember and he remains chaste and faithful to Me as is My want! It works for us!
Thanks for reading……..
