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MyChastity4U -> My experiment with my sub (2/5/2008 5:53:03 PM)
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I conduced a 2-week experiment with my submissive. These are the results:
I was curious as to the reaction to taking away my submissive’s control over his orgasms. Now this is not something new, it is after all my cock to do as I wish but I was curious if, when completely taking away his control over not just coming, but being allowed to touch his cock, would his reactions mirror the 5 stages of loss.
He was bad one night and I was waiting for this. Usually his punishment would be a flogging or some other form of immediate, short-term punishment. Now although he does not enjoy pain, invariably when he is being punished, he is hard and dripping on my comforter, so on some level he does not dislike his punishment, therefore, not the most effective form of correction. However he does like his (MY) cock. He is often found absentmindedly stroking it, which I find objectionable. It is my cock after all. He would just come up to me and start playing with my pussy. He would have to ask. Same goes for his cock. I told him; in no uncertain terms that his punishment was he was forbidden to touch my cock.
Now, onto the stages of loss and how my luck sub displayed them:
1) Denial
I have often told him he was not allowed to cum, but would allow (insist) he stroke it til he gets close to a release, and then make him stop. This time I told him no touching at all. The only contact he was allowed was to wash in the shower, but that was closely supervised. He did not believe I meant NO touching. I could tell by looking at him that he thought I would change and let him stoke my cock a bit. But I was serious. If I caught him touching himself I told I would leave. He was a good boy that first night.
The morning was met with asking if he could just touch it a little. “No!” he was incredulous. Not at all? He was even more shocked when I sat and made sure his simply washed my cock in the shower and did not play with it. As I got ready to leave for the day, I told him no touching. He again seemed to not believe me. I made him put on his CB2000 for the day.
2) Bargaining
That night I told him I had him go down on me. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell him to take off the CB. I like the locking up my cock for punishment and control. But ultimately I prefer it off his cock. He knows this. However I also know how much he loves tasting me and he needed to know who controls that thing between his legs. I made him keep it on while I came over and over. His pained groans were wonderful, as I knew he must be in a lot of pain. His poor cock straining against the pink plastic encasing, almost begging. When I was done, I told him he could take it off. He was thrilled until he realized nothing else had changed. No touching.
He stared to try and convince me he’ll be better. He is going crazy and he just needs to stroke it a little. Or perhaps I’d touch it. He’d endure more if only he could just play with himself a little. He even tried to convince me that if I played with it a little bit, it would actually be worse for him in the long run. It would be a more cruel punishment. Sweet pathetic man. I noticed by the 3rd day, everything he saw was sexual to him. He’d bring up sex all the time. Partly to try and arouse me, partly because sex was the only thing on his mind
3) ANGER
By day four he was no longer having fun. He was short with people. He was annoyed by how long I was playing this out. What really got him frustrated was him not knowing how long the “experiment” was to last. He was mad at me for telling him it was really up to me. He would accuse me of just making things up as I go along. Of simply not wanting to deal with sex so I was making up this game to avoid sex. That night we were talking, I was walking around in my tight underwear and I noticed he was absentmindedly touching MY cock. I was pissed. He was apologetic but in a half assed kind of way. Like it was funny. Well I was not laughing. “Fine”, I said, “you want to cum. Go ahead. Come. I don’t care anymore. Jerk yourself off to your hearts desire.” This brought him to…
4) DESPAIR
He felt bad. Was so sorry, told me. “I don’t want to cum. I am so sorry.” I let him squirm a bit. Looking my angry best. “Please I fucked up.” His eyes started to well up with tears. “Fine, but tomorrow, back in the cage. Who knows how long until you can touch yourself now. The relief on his face that I came back to bed, even though his “punishment” was seemingly extended indefinitely.
5) ACCEPANCE
As I dressed to leave the next morning, I told him he had a choice. He can wear the cage or not. It was up to him, but he needed to text me when he went to work, telling me what he decided. 2 hours later, I got a text telling me he was very bad and although he hates being locked up; he does not deserve to be let off the hook. That the cage forces him to think of me every time he moves, which will remind him why he is locked up in the first place. My good boy. That night he was sweet and attentive and seemed to resign himself to having no control over the thing that makes him a man.
But he had wined and complained so much at first, that he said needed to cum. I had a hunch it had nothing to do with actually getting off, but being in control. So I thought, great, he wants to cum, I’ll let him cum.
The next night at midnight, I told him that for the next 24 hours, he was allowed to cum as often as he wanted. He beamed like a boy on Christmas morning. “The catch”, I said, was that every time he came, he must cum into an empty bottle of Vitamin Water (his favorite drink). His smile faded a bit, but still, after a week of not being able to touch himself, this was perfect. I let him know that after the 24 hours period, he may be cut off again, so he had better get at it. Within minutes he was standing at the end of the bed, ejaculating into the bottle. He was embarrassed, as I watched on. But he milked every last drop. 30 minutes later, before we went to bed, he came again. Good boy. The next day he came 3 more times, twice while at work (he was not happy when I told him he needed to bring the bottle to work if he wanted to cum).
At midnight the next night I inspected the bottle and it was a nice amount. He was very proud and I think he figured I was going to fuck him. I told him that for the next 5 days, I had to either beat, or match the amount of cum that was in the bottle. His face fell. “But already my penis is a bit raw.” “Not my problem” I replied. “You better get to work on the next bottle. Tick-Tock” I said as I took off my clothes for bed.
Half way thru the next day he told he didn’t think he’d be able to keep this up. Masturbating all the time. “Use lube.” I said. He tried to tell me that he doesn’t really use lube, but again not my problem. He started to get a little whiney about it. Saying that after 5 days his cock will be raw. He can’t do it because he had cum so much the first day. His complaining annoyed me but confirmed what I thought. For the past week he bitched and moaned that he wanted to cum. Now I was forcing him to come more than he ever would, and again it was upsetting to him. It was not controlling his cock and orgasms that upsets the man. It was the loss of sexual control in general. He pouted a bit saying it’s impossible and I told him if he does not at least match the day before, he will be forced to drink the cum from he came up short with. That shut him up.
For the next 3 days he was forced to cum all the time and every time, into a bottle that was certainly chafing the tip of his cock from pointing it into the mouth of the container. I even fucked him a few times, and I loved his frustration in having to pull out and jerk off into a bottle instead of in me. Oh the cries of being unsatisfied turned me on.
So he found away, despite him telling me it was impossible, in meeting his quota each and every day (pity cause I wanted to see him drink his day old cum), and the same 5 stages manifested it. But in the end, he had his masturbating down to a science and was a good boy.
Now, on to my next experiment. Any ideas?
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