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Chastity Is About Harnessing the Knight

The best place for this key is between my breasts.

My attitude and approach toward female-led relationships (FLR) and dominance in my personal life is sometimes hard for men to understand when all they’ve seen (thank you, porn sites) is the more aggressive and demeaning variety. Just sharing this tidbit from a recent online conversation:

Him: I can see how breaking down an alpha male could be a turn-on for you. Obviously, chastity is a tool to make it all work, so you must enjoy that as well.

Me: I am not interested in “breaking down” an alpha male… it’s about harnessing the knight in him, allowing him the opportunity to be of service to, and cherished and owned by, a strong, smart, affectionate woman with high standards who’s invested in his personal development and self-actualization.

Chastity appeals to me not as a tool of subjugation, but as a tool for improvement in the male. Orgasm control and erotic energy play create biochemical reactions in the body that increase his worldly power, drive, and focus, and his attention to me…. and those are the things that turn me on. I enjoy the willing submission of strong and accomplished men, not weak, needy, indiscriminate, or broken ones.

In short, I like to feel tamed muscle between my legs. I have never felt the desire—or the need—to turn a thoroughbred into a mule, or a knight into a knave, to create one that is even stronger, more responsive, and well trained.

A Foray Into Electro-Chastity

This chastity belt and accessories created an extra-appealing feminizing effect.

One of my favorite local pets is Tonya. Her nearly perfect ass, devious imagination, and natural inclination toward service are fabulous amusement on their own, but imagine my delight when she showed up Saturday night outfitted with the Dreamlover 2000 Male Management System.  This sophisticated electronic device attaches to her metal chastity cage.

I can deliver zaps to her from anywhere in the Sissy Parlor (and the world) in various ways and intensities, establish a perimeter boundary that she can’t cross without being zapped, and more. This facilitated all kinds of entertainment while she was making and serving dinner and I lounged in the living room.

I forgot to take pictures of the Dreamlover itself, but did get a shot of Tonya’s derriere after punishment for jumping and spilling the wine.

Wannabe Sissy Leah Comes to Visit: Part 1

Here is shy little Leah, a mature retired widower from western Pennsylvania. She had never been fully feminized, she said. Just panties and stockings and an occasional silky nightgown. Her pleasure in wearing women’s clothes started in childhood, but was kept on a slow simmer for decades, throughout a long marriage and several subsequent girlfriends.

Dating was tricky and tedious and expensive. She fantasized often of what fun it would be to play and explore en femme with a dominant woman, but finding someone through Match.com and OKC was difficult. And she didn’t want a “mean, scary domme in a dungeon” (her words, not mine, BTW—some of my most treasured friends are dommes in dungeons, and I enjoy that environment, too)

Anyway, Leah did a very smart thing. Instead of  continuing to struggle inside… instead of settling for recordings and phone domination…  instead of letting that dream die inside her… she came to me. I’m so glad she did. And so is she!

After we removed all her male accouterments, I let her choose some brand-new panties from my collection for her own. Her choice was sooo Leah… pink and flowery, with full coverage front and back. (She was rather timid at first in that regard.) Then I added a delicate white lace boy short over it.

My feet couldn’t resist the delicious combination of textures and colors, or poking around dear Leah’s dainty bits to monitor what was happening under the lace and flowers. I asked for a foot massage, and she surprised me with world-class skills! Her reward was to bathe my feet with her tongue. And once again, she impressed me—instead of diving for my toes like a hungry bass,  she first politely pulled a towel from her bag to wipe away any drool. What manners! What forethought! I think she’d been a Boy Scout… proactive and always prepared.

I loved the foot worship and melted into the couch. Leah couldn’t hide that she liked it, too. A LOT. Too much. (Leah may have a date with a chastity device in the near future.)

Leah has potential to make a truly fine sissy, but she does need training.

It was important for me to take her mind off of her clitty and help her learn to keep it better under wraps. So I pulled down those lovely panties, bent her over the dining room chair, and applied a hand spanking and the cane—while deciding whether to make her into a maid or a slut….

Read Part 2