When the lecture was over Debby said “OK, lets show Sandra what I’ve been talking about.” She told me to get up and stand by the chair. She told me to “get ready” which means STRIP! FAST! I took my clothes off without meeting Sandra’s eyes. Debby walked over to the chair and pulled me over her lap. She shifted me into position and said to Sandra “see this could have solved all your marriage problems.” Debby started slow, lecturing all the time about manners, bad habits and generally being a good husband. The paddle came down harder and faster until I was moaning and tears were in my eyes. Debby would interject her lecture to me by saying things to Sandra like, “See, I told you it works” and, “Don’t forget, you’re the judge of what it takes”. When Debby finally let up she gave me a couple of seconds to catch my breath still over her lap and said to Sandra “see how easy it is?” I was sent to the corner, still naked while Debby and Sandra talked a little about what had happened. I heard Sandra say that it was certainly interesting and gave her something to think about. After Sandra left, Debby rubbed a cooling lotion on my butt (which she never does, after all its supposed to hurt), and gave me a big hug and kiss for being such a good guy, helping her to help her friend. Debby and I were new to the DWC lifestyle and had never been to any kind of event. We were excited about attending Aunt Kay’s Weekend Husband Immersion Program but I was also quite nervous about it because I knew that Debby and Aunt Kay had been in communication already. I asked what was going on but Debby would just smile and say “you’ll see”. When faced with lots to do and a sense of weakness, think of delegation. When you delegate, you still have to supervise the one you delegated to and you cannot let it go on its own. What you delegated should have been on your “top ten” list and ranked as important. You can use technology, make him create the curriculums while you just reorganize it, or you can seek help from a friend or expert (consultant). And denying my motives . . . Ma’am. Yes, Ma’am, I confess that I did that, too. And I am truly sorry, for all of it.” Dan and I started a six week experiment with chastity in small steps. At first I thought it was strange and it put me off some, then it got worse than that with a strange repulsion at the images (they are just not nice), but in time, as I thought it through, I saw an opportunity to make our lives better. The small steps began when Dan staged a scene for me to see the thing online and we began discussing chastity and denial. Dan has always been edgy and seems to want more and more so I was not at all surprised to see the way he exposed it to me. I know from experience we don’t have very open communication, especially about things like this and he almost always introduced things he was nervous about in strange ways.

Finished in the bathroom, I glanced in the living room as I went to my office to dress. She was still reading the paper, but was dressed now in tight-fitting jeans. I also noticed she had on perfume, as I could smell it as I passed her bathroom. It was a light, and very feminine scent call Lace, and it was one of my favorites.At first I was nervous because it was something new to our relationship, And I was told all my life if I acted bossy and demanding I would never find a man to love. This was a very delicate process and situation because of all his past traumas in his youth. So I didn’t want to overly react either way too much and cause him to push away. So I let him explain and I proceeded to process it all with caution.

I told you that I don’t like being blamed for someone else’s mistake! You always say things are my fault. Maybe there were only five in the first place; what about that? You think you are so perfect?” He had to wear the device anytime that I was going on a date regardless of what his key holder allowed. I made it explicit that I would not promise that I would keep his secret from my dates. However, at first I did keep the device secret. That would change later. Well, I'm glad to hear it. I hate even to waste a dirty girl like you were. But you're not a dirty girl anymore; you're dirty trash now, just garbage. And garbage has to be thrown out." Lingerie can also play a part in your lovemaking if you so choose. Having him wear nothing but frilly feminine finery while he attends to your needs makes it clear the kind of rôle you expect him to adopt - even the act of dressing him up in such underwear emphasises his submission, as well as being highly erotic in and of itself. The conflicting connotations associated with such intimate attire makes being all dolled up in it an intense experience for any man, all the more so when his masculine urges are denied by means of an unyielding chastity device. Even if your husband has no latent cross-dressing tendencies, he may still find being told to wear such clothing surprisingly arousing when included as part of your chastity play, not to mention entertaining. As every child knows, there's a lot of fun to be had from dressing up in silly clothes and pretending to be someone else in the process, quite apart from any implicit sexual element. Indeed, adopting the rôle of a submissive serving girl or maid can be just the thing for a highly powered executive who wants to unwind, allowing him to put his troubles to one side as he takes on another persona. One need only think of the stereotypical “whips and chains” to get a feel for how corporal punishment often goes hand in hand with bondage when it comes to domination and submission, although thankfully there's no need to go to such extremes if that doesn't appeal. Many women feel understandably uneasy about punishing a man they love dearly, but doing so isn't just about inflicting pain, let alone deriving pleasure from meting it out - by physically disciplining your husband, you provide a way for him to feel that he has atoned for previous misbehaviour. This goes far beyond simply making amends - by suffering at your hand, however symbolic his punishment may be, he releases himself from whatever guilt he may still be harbouring for having let you down, allowing him to put it behind him and move on, cleansed of shame.

OK, Steve, I won’t make you beg to be spanked. But you will be getting it, and getting it hard. And I expect you to submit without any resistance when I restrain your hands, do you understand?” Debby and Sandra came up with the idea about a month ago. We were having dinner at a local restaurant after one of out discipline sessions with Sandra and Don. He and I could barely sit after a particularly rigorous session from our ladies. Don and I were put through our paces. As always our wives read our latest transgressions out loud and then decided between them what the punishment should be. I had been caught masturbating to web porn and knew I was going to get it bad. Don hadn’t done anything bad to deserve punishment but seemed to suffer guilt by association and got a good dose of the cane from Sandra. I got the cane, strap and paddled by both women until I was blubbering like a baby. That night both women were discussing the positive impact of discipline in our lives and wondering how to introduce more women to the lifestyle. By the time dinner was over the idea for the Lady’s Empowerment Club was formed. After dessert Aunt Kay announced the “finale” of the weekend. Each husband was told to set a piece of furniture up until the whole room was rearranged for discipline. Aunt Kay had the guys stand against the wall in our underwear to wait our turn. Aunt Kay read each punishment card like a game show host. For simplistiy I’ll break it down into three distinct phases even though shades of those three phases and some overlap occur. Phase one should have been predictable but it wasn’t for me. Pardon the cliche but it fits — Phase one is the honeymoon phase. While I was busy as a bee trying to figure out how to actually make a male chastity device “work” for the better part of two months really wasn’t a phase. It became quite pedestrian in pursuit of a goal — to get this done and over, maybe even to teach hubby a lesson. Sure hubby was excited but not nearly as much as I would have guessed and after the on/off trial/error part was established it became a bit routine for him as well. I guess that happened because we both “knew” this was just testing and getting a device that worked and actually enforced chastity for real on my terms and also making sure he and his body got used to it. Phase One Nevertheless, if your husband was initially introduced to the idea of wearing a chastity device by perusing such tales, it may be that he retains some of their unrealistic expectations. You may find this comes out over time as you explore his sexual fantasies with him, or that he becomes more confident about raising them himself thanks to the increased intimacy male chastity brings. He may automatically assume that you'll humour whatever he suggests simply because you've gone along with putting him in chastity - needless to say, he's in for a rude awakening if that's the way he imagines things are going to be. Contrary to what he might think, once he's wearing a chastity device for you he's even more at your mercy when it comes to such things than he was before - whether you choose to indulge in any of his other interests is entirely up to you.

Corporal punishment of the kind we've just been discussing has a certain element of humiliation to it, bringing with it a strange appeal that may be difficult to understand from a less sexually submissive mindset. In this, it is far from being alone - a man may derive similar pleasure from being put in his place in a more psychological manner, humiliated and degraded in ways that might seem bizarre unless one understands where he is coming from. Such humiliation can take many forms, from kissing your feet to having to clean the kitchen wearing nothing but his chastity belt, but it's the effect it has on his state of mind that's important rather than the precise details of the act itself. It certainly isn't about mere wanton abuse! I asked my husband to make coffee for us. When he brought in the coffee, he nearly jumped out of the room. She took control right away and asked him to sit down and join us. She asked him questions about the cage and his intentions. She made it clear that he was not to interfere in her marriage in any way. There would be no sexual activity of any kind between them except related to the cage. She also made it clear that her husband did not approve and that my husband would have to respect his feelings and live with the outcome. We were to be on best behavior, meaning acting like gentlemen, at all times with all the ladies. The women were all empowered to discipline any of the men; right on the spot, if they felt it was appropriate. My anxiety level went up even more after all of that was explained. Soon couples were disappearing upstairs and coming down a few minutes later with the men looking quite subdued. I was talking to another guy when

My heart started pounding as I heard her walking down the hallway. My time was up. The execution of the sentence was at hand and it was going to hurt. She walked into the room and commented on what a nice target I presented, and then proceeded to tie my hands to the bench. “I know you’re going to wiggle tonight so I’m going to make sure you stay put,” she said as she pulled the strap tight around my legs. She was right. I couldn’t get up if I wanted to and now I was completely at her mercy. She didn’t give me any.