it’s been a very long 6 weeks of comelessness (a.k.a. chastity), as my wife was on holiday with her principal lover when my monthly release was scheduled, and her cruel and depriving mother slave-sat me for the entire 10 days, and you can rest assured she never gave one thought to my sexual desperation. After caning me until i cried for one of the many infractions she’s always finding me guilty of, she bound me on the floor to await the happy couple’s return from vacation. This is my wife’s lover’s foot being cleaned by me of the grit accumulated while walking through two airports, and my wife’s feet were next in line for the welcome home cleaning/worship session, of course. I can only hope to earn a release this weekend after her mother and lover leave. Sometimes it’s tough being me.
i personally hate it when she makes me worship her lover’s feet for hours on end while they watch tube and make out, but I don’t have much choice if i’m to earn my monthly release out of the chastity tube.
I often need to smash my boy’s face a bit before bed to calm him down and get him ready for another come-less night tied at the foot of my bed. 10 to 15 of these and he’s usually good to go.
Friday afternoon in city hall park with my foot slave on his 16th day of lock down, exacerbated greatly, I’m sure, by a recent nightly regimen of lavish foot worship, followed by a blissful orgasm for me, before I order him back to my feet for the night, nipple clamps in place for a time to help with the raging hunger; his, that is:). Dirty and/or smelly feet help him to manage as well, just saying’. It’s the age-old D/s principle of punishment for needs.
My boy hasn’t come since April 26—he disappointed me greatly on that particularly Saturday and caused a big problem for me at a dinner party.
I’ve been tormenting him ever since. Finally, last night I allowed him some measure of relief, so I removed his device and smashed his swollen testicles thusly for 8 straight minutes, which left about a teaspoon of splooge on the floor for him to consume before lockdown again. He thanked me profusely of course.
Hanging with my bull lover (my tattoo artist) and my slave husband chastity footcuck. Life’s good right now.