Disclaimer: This article assumes that you are the woman in a relationship with a man, where both parties have agreed to let you control his orgasms and erections (using a chastity cage), as suggested in my article on Motivating the Male. You both enjoy a decent amount of kink.
It’s no accident that the title of this article can be interpreted in two ways: It could mean releasing his penis from its cage, and it could mean granting him sexual release - as in allowing him to orgasm. This article is mainly about the latter interpretation, but these two rewards are closely related, and should be used wisely.
Let’s start with erections. A properly motivated man in near full-time chastity is a very eager creature. Being let out of his cage, especially if it is to have his cock and balls played with, just feels so good. What other men get to enjoy all day, every day - having a readily available penis - is a luxury for your man. Treat it as such, and remind him in no subtle ways how lucky he is to be let out for however many minutes you grant him.
If you love edging him or just playing with his penis, by all means unlock him every night, but you should be aware of the power that lies in denying him this pleasure. I’d also like to remind you that it can be quite enjoyable to play with a locked penis too - twisting the cage, squeezing his balls until he groans, roughly flicking a finger on his taut ball sack are all things I personally love doing while we lie in bed, just talking and fooling around.
We have settled on a frequency of about 1-4 times out of the cage in a two-week period. For us, this underscores the power I have over him in a nice way and makes him thoroughly enjoy every minute of freedom.
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An even more potent reward (sorry, I couldn’t resist) is allowing him to have an orgasm. Every man is different, so you’ll have to monitor his mood and behaviour after being denied for different lengths of time, before settling on your own frequency. I can tell you that I give my husband an orgasm (of sorts) roughly every six weeks, but that’s just what works for us.
The more interesting question, to me, is how you go about giving him his orgasms. There are virtually infinite ways to do this, and I find that almost all of them are great fun, but for this article I want to share a run-of-the-mill orgasm for my husband. Sometimes I’ll make a big thing out of them, and do something really special, but most of them go something like this.
I’ll usually drop a few hints during the day in question, that tonight might be a special night for him, but apart from that I don’t like to give him any idea of when he’ll get his next orgasm. It keeps him on his toes and makes it more interesting for both of us.
After receiving my usual rounds of servitude after we retire to the bedroom, perhaps a little longer than most nights, I’ll have him lie on his back and sit on his face (with panties off), facing his body. This is something of a treat for him in itself, and I’ll often just sit there for a while, rubbing myself on his face and enjoying his tongue work on me while I twist his nipples and squeeze his balls. After a while I’ll release his cock and start playing with it.
However, I do not just jerk him to climax and let him ejaculate any way he pleases. That would be a waste of opportunity, not to mention a big stinking mess. I find it hugely important to assert full control over his ejaculations, for reasons I could write a long separate article about, but will only touch briefly on here.
We practice what is commonly referred to as ruined orgasms. It basically means that he is under strict instructions to let me know when he is nearing climax, at which point I’ll try to let go of his penis at exactly the point where he has crossed the point of no return, but before he starts pumping his semen flying through the room. If you time it just right, and have trained your man to lie perfectly still and resist the urge to vigorously pump it out (as his instincts will tell him to do), his full load will trickle out in a steady but relatively calm stream, making it easy to collect (more on that later). The great thing about this is that your man will be left feeling a strange mix of having emptied his balls but without the accompanying feeling of actually coming. If you have a sadistic streak, like I readily admit to having, this is great fun. Here he is, having been caged and denied for weeks on end, and when he is finally allowed to have his precious orgasm, it is totally and utterly ruined. Not only that, but he’ll still be aroused and not feel “spent” and tired like he would after a proper orgasm. It’s benefits all the way!
The last, but also very important, detail about controlling his ejaculations in every little way, is what happens to his semen. For the last seven or so years, my husband has hardly had a single orgasm without eating his own semen after he has been allowed to ejaculate. This serves many useful purposes, in addition to turning me on. One, it eliminates the mess - a huge plus in itself. Two, it pleases me tremendously to think about the fact that my man is a closed loop as far as semen is concerned. What comes out must go right back in! Three, it’s my symbolic act of revenge for all the girls and women who have felt obliged to swallow their men’s semen through the ages. Four, I find it very entertaining to think about the fact that when my husband is begging me to be allowed an orgasm, he is in effect begging me to eat his own semen - since he knows full well that the two are inextricably linked. In summary, I just love this part of it!
The mechanics of it are pretty straightforward. If you allow him to fuck you and come inside of you (are you sure you want to do that?), make him lick it out. For simple jerk-off sessions like the one I’m describing here, I keep a glass nearby and simply hold it below the tip of his penis as his semen dribbles out. Then, rather quickly, I climb off his face and pour the contents of the glass into his mouth - which is already open and waiting.
It should be noted that there is a HUGE difference in his desire to swallow his own semen before and after he climaxes. The difference is a lot less pronounced for ruined orgasms (another reason right there), but it is still significant. Speaking for my own husband here, he finds the thought of it a huge turn-on before he climaxes, still rather exciting while he is actually ejaculating, but rapidly moving into “hell no” territory with every second that passes after that. So I urge you to make him swallow the main load within 30 seconds to a minute after ejaculating.
We tend to move into cuddle mode right after he has come. but I’ll continue feeding him the drops that leak out in the next few minutes - he has built up a nice tolerance for it over the years - and I like to make it crystal clear that if he wants to continue having orgasms, it’s his responsibility to eat every single drop. I have zero tolerance for messy sheets.
You should try hard to make this eating-his-own-mess thing work - be forceful and make him understand that it’s important to you.
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So that has been our basic routine for many years. Lately, I’ve also been experimenting with making him ejaculate without being let out of the cage at all. This is actually quite simple to achieve by using (for example) a Magic Wand vibrator on his cage for a while. Everything else is the same - the face-sitting, the ruined orgasm, the eating of the semen - but it feels like it is even more ruined and somehow more sad and pathetic to not even be allowed an erection when ejaculating, which I must admit to liking. It also makes it even easier to collect his semen, since his penis isn’t flailing about. We’ve had a lot of fun with this, and we both enjoy me taunting him about how there’s hardly any need to release him ever, now that he can both fuck me (using our strap-ons) and have his (very few) orgasms while caged.
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I hope this has been useful to those of you who are new to this, and perhaps even to some who have been at it for a while. Many experienced FLR/femdom couples end up with an arrangement similar to what I have described, but as always there are countless ways to do it. Remember to take this for what it is - a walkthrough of what works for us - not a universal truth.
Thought ever cross your mind?
A runaway’s escape comes to an abrupt end as a bounty-huntress from Asbeth-Seril seals her within a laminate restraining sack. In a matter of seconds the escapee’s movement is cut down to zero, noise is muffled and breathing is strictly regulated, effectively making any further idea of escape simply impossible.
Laminate restraining sacks are extremely efficient devices. With them, an experienced bounty-huntress cadre can easily capture a whole lot of targets without alerting the rest of their quarry to their presence. These devices also make transporting of the prey back to a bounty huntress camp very easy, which further explains them having become veritable staples of the bounty-hunting profession.
100% of my time is devoted to the Alphas, not by choice, but by force. I work on a sugar cane plantation which supplied most of the Empires sugar needs. The plantation is located on a large island (Puerto Rico), in the Royal Sea (Gulf of Mexico). The plantation is owned by Kate Upton and Justin Verlander,, one of the most powerful Alpha couples to ever exist. They makes endless profits off of their slaves’ backs and uses it to live a royal lifestyle. To me, they are royal, she is my Queen and he is my King and they own me and 40 thousand other slaves who work on their plantation island. Everything I have ever done has been decided by them, I have never made my own decisions. Their flawlessness keeps me insecure, Their dominance keeps me submissive, Their short temper keeps me scared, Their punishments keep me motivated, and their Alpha keeps me beta. I wake up at 3 am to freezing cold water blast through the small cement cellars that us slaves are crammed into for the night. The chains around our necks and our wrists are released. Beautiful Alpha women instruct us out of our cells: “Cmon Losers”, “Move it baby dick”, “Stay in line beta”. About 50 of us are sent to the plantation house to cleanup after the party that Queen Upton had the night before while all of the other slaves were sent to the fields. In a chained coffle, me and 50 other slaves marched from the slave quarters to the plantation house. We arrived at the massive estate at about 4am and got right to work. I was in charge of cleaning the marble floors of the ball room, a burdensome task. Hands and knees I scrubbed for 5 hours straight. I was so sore from being on my knees but I didn’t dare slow down because even though no Alphas were in the room, I knew they were watching. I could easily see my reflection in the marble floor, an Alpha women came in to check on my progress. I bowed my head to the ground as she came my way and waited for instructions, she simply said “are you done slave”, and I responded joyfully “Yes Goddess!”. She inspected my work and found one minor scuff on the floor. She came marching back over, I became so scared as the noise of her heels came closer. With my face still buried in the ground she took her bull whip and gave me 10 hard lashes. They hurt so bad, she really knew had to use that thing. At 11am all slaves were sent to their morning worship locations. In rows, facing the estate, all of us slaves bowed on our knees with our heads in the dirt and our arms extended towards the home of our King and Queen. We were instructed to begin our worship mantras. Over in over and in unison all of us said “I am a beta slave, and I live to serve The royal couple .” After about an hour of worship, King Verlander and Queen Upton came out from their bedroom onto the terrace and ordered silence. Then Goddess Upton cheerfully addressed us all: “Good Morning slaves, how does it feel to start another day owned by, yes you guessed it, me! I am so happy that not one of you will have the choice to not serve me. Your orders today are to, well, work. You’ll get off at 11pm tonight so enjoy the next 11 hours of back breaking labor in the blazing sun. I heard it was supposed to hit 110 degrees today. Well ill be at the pool if you need anything. Now get to work.” We all moaned in agony as we got up and began our way back to the fields, she has been making us work late for weeks now. But there’s nothing we can do, we aren’t aloud to talk, we only listen to the orders given to us by our Queen and if we disobey we get severely punished. That is the way that the Queen wants it and so that is the way it will be.all of us slaves go to work immediately. I worked in the fields with 70% of the slaves while the others worked pushing the mills. I grabbed a knife which was severely dull, we have requested that the alphas sharpen the knives but they say dull knives are good because they make us work harder. I go to work chopping down sugar cane, bending over killing my back to get right to the root
When your crazy ex girlfriend says “she wants to see you again.” Careful!
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