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Hello everyone, I’m James; this is my first time posting here, so please bear with me. I want to share the initial experiences Catherine and I have been going through.

My girlfriend and I have been together for two and a half years now. We live in the UK; I am 27 and she is 29. We’ve experimented with various sexual roles and scenarios, but we both knew that I lean toward submission. Five days ago was quite different from today—I truly believe this might be the beginning of a 24/7 submissive lifestyle for me.

I’m a little nervous, even though it’s something I’ve fantasized about; I thought those fantasies would stay just in my head.

We had been keeping the CB-3000 in our drawer for about six months. Previously, I wore it for short periods (2–3 days at a time), but Cat usually relented and let me climax eventually. I bought her Elise Sutton’s guide to Female Domination along with the Predominant E-Zine. She became curious about the topic and started asking what I liked or disliked regarding domination and denial. It was difficult for her to grasp that she being mean could actually turn me on, and within this framework of “meanness,” figuring out which aspects were pleasurable and which weren’t.

Anyway, my story starts here… **Day 1 Monday ** I offered to wear the CB-3000 as a bit of fun since I have three weeks off work. I joked that it would motivate me to tidy up while she is at work. She went out, and I did the dishes and ironing (believe me, there was plenty).

When she returned, I asked about being released, but she wasn’t interested. My male pride got in the way a bit; I didn’t want to beg after all it was only one day. I wanted to show her that I could hold out. **Day 2 Tuesday **I woke up after she had left for work with an erection bulging against my CB, knowing there wasn’t much I could do about it. I hoped she would be horny in the morning and let me out for sex, but obviously, I missed that window. Today I felt a bit more vulnerable. I wanted to do even more than yesterday to please her and show I was making an effort to satisfy her and keep her happy. I texted to see if there were any extra chores she needed done in the house; she replied saying she wanted me to wash loads, hang out what was already in the machine, iron again, vacuum, etc. I told her how horny I was and hoped she would let me out tonight, but she text back that she had to visit her mum and wouldn’t be home until late.

She got in at ten o’clock; she seemed sexually unapproachable, so I thought it best not to bring up my feelings. I even asked what chores she wanted done tomorrow. It felt like I was starting to enjoy these tasks and serving her now—it felt close enough to the real thing for me. I made her a lovely dinner, thinking she might take pity on me, but she didn’t. **Day 3 Wednesday **I realized today that I had to stop constantly telling her how horny I am; it was going to get on her nerves and prevent her from enjoying her dominant role while making us both unhappy. However, I couldn’t help texting to ask if I could come tonight. She replied quickly saying I had to keep the device on. I felt disappointed yet thrilled at the same time; I could feel my testosterone slipping away through my fingers. I texted back simply, stating that all her assigned tasks were done and asking if there was anything more she needed! I made no complaints whatsoever. Somehow, I believed it was reasonable for her not to let me out since her mood wasn’t right today.

She came home late again; dinner was ready. I crumbled a bit and said I was dying to lick her pussy. She said she was really tired and if I did that, I’d only nag until she returned the favor. I begged and promised I would lick her pussy without asking for anything in return. We went to bed, I undressed her and proceeded to go down on her. Halfway through, she asked me to get her bullet vibrator and lube from the drawer (Pic Bellow). She put it on her clit and nudged my head down so I would lick her ass while she played with herself. I enthusiastically thrust my nose in and out of her pussy to heighten her enjoyment as she rubbed the toy up and down her clit. I felt so humbled, trying to get my tongue as far into her anus as possible. She came strongly; I licked up and swallowed a mix of her juices, lube, and saliva to clean her up for me. Afterward, I wiped her with a towel and arranged her pyjamas and a glass of water before she went to sleep.

I lay in bed while she cuddled, asking humbly if she could at least touch my balls as she drifted off? She obliged, spooning me while stroking my testicles through the chastity belt; it felt strangely patronizing (which was good). I grew an erection that really hurt—so much so that I asked her to stop touching them because I was in quite a bit of pain. **Day 4 Thursday **Another day of denial. I woke up determined today would be the day for relief. Spurred on by this idea, I did more around the house: cleaning the bathroom (very well, might I add), tidying, dusting, etc. While folding her clothes off the floor, I noticed her used underwear lying there—a white thong. I picked it up and smelled it. Today I was so horny and feeling quite sorry for myself. The scent drove me wild; I just wanted to be near her pussy again. Before I knew it, I had put them on. There I stood in our bedroom, wearing my girlfriend’s underwear, feeling tremendously turned on. The feel of the cotton against my ass was unexplainable. I tried to make myself come by repeatedly squeezing the muscles in my penis, but it didn’t work out. I wanted to keep wearing her longer but worried she might think I’m perverted if she caught me.

She came home and we watched some TV. I asked if we could go to bed; she said she wanted me to buy her clothes online first before that, and I had to shave her pussy for her before doing anything else. I was so happy just being allowed to touch her genitals again!

I finished shaving her pussy and ass, applied aloe vera, and began licking them for her. I loved licking her anus! She asked if I could fuck her however I wanted; what would it be? I replied that while I wouldn’t enjoy fucking her much right now, I’d love her to fuck me—but if I had to, I liked being able to take anal penetration.

She let me out and instructed me to put my cock up her ass. I did so. The sensation on my penis was fantastic; her anus was tight and silky. I couldn’t believe I could finally feel pleasure in my dick again! She said, “You are not dominating me by taking the anal position; I like it, and I have told you to do this.” This helped keep dominant feelings from arising due to the act itself.

Even though I was shagging my girlfriend up her ass, she still felt completely in control. It was ecstasy! She said I had to have a ruined orgasm inside her anus; I agreed. Halfway through, she mentioned I could have a full one if I wanted. Feeling very submissive, I offered to take a mini-orgasm so I could last longer for her later on with the full release; she agreed and told me to pump hard after the first climax. My minimized orgasm in her ass was totally unsatisfying yet didn’t make me feel any less submissive or turned on. Since I couldn’t thrust properly afterward, she had me lick the cum out of her anus while she wanked with her vibrator. I felt like such a slut. She came really well while I licked and fingered her backside.

And I asked what was going to happen with me. She said that I wasn’t coming now, and I replied, ‘But I drank my cum out of your ass!’ She answered, ‘But you didn’t fuck me like I told you to after having a minimized orgasm.’ I said, ‘I did it for you though?’ She retorted, ‘It was still not what I asked for!’ It was true, and it taught me a valuable lesson!

I was devastated; I almost cried; I could see at that moment she had become a different woman. The fantasy I’d held onto for all these years was now this person lying on the bed in front of me. She laughed a little, thinking I was being petty over a simple orgasm. She said I had to go back into my belt. I begged for a while to be allowed to come, but it resulted in the threat that my chastity would be extended. I soon shut up and went back inside.

We lay on the bed for a while cuddling naked. She started talking about what she had read from Elise’s literature. She asked if I would like being humiliated, such as being told I have a small cock. I said yes. Then I asked her if she thought I had a big dick to test the waters; she said, ‘No, it’s tiny!’ I felt really submissive and weak again! I asked her again if I could come. She gave me a dirty look to remind me of what she’d said earlier, so I was quiet once more. I sorted out her water and went to bed.

Day 5 Friday I had to go to work for a few hours today. I texted saying, ‘You were great last night xxx. It made me really take what you say seriously. I love you; you are the sexiest thing ever. Anything you want doing before you get back in?’ She did not reply.

I began looking at the garment she had told me to buy for her, imagining what she would look like in it. When I got home from work, I tidied up her breakfast stuff that she’d left. When she arrived, I started making dinner; I made her a drink and said how sexy she was.

We ate dinner with her sitting on the sofa with the remote control in her hand while I sat at her feet with my plate on my lap; it was a very nice touch and felt quite romantic for some reason. I stupidly told her that I had tried on her underwear. She laughed and said, ‘Oh dear, you’ve spoilt it now!’

I frantically begged her not to deny me tonight; she carried on winding me up.

We also finalized the purchase of her dress (Pic Bellow) and looked into buying some knee-high boots to wear with it (Pic Bellow). I paid for both items. To be honest, I think it’s going to be worth every penny—I hope you all agree?

I cleaned away the plates and washed up.

She then asked me to clean off her nail varnish from her toes; she has very sexy feet, I might add.

She then requested that I run her a bath while she watched the rest of the program on TV. She came into the bathroom. I undressed her. As she sat in the bath, I could not help but start to fondle her breasts. She turned to me and said, ‘You are here to bathe me, not to grope me!’

I stopped straight away; she used to put up with that sort of behavior.

She had me wash and condition her hair, wash her back (women love that for some reason), and shave her armpits and legs (this was new to me). She got out of the bath. I dried her from head to toe and then went into the bedroom.

She asked me to put some more aloe vera on her pussy again; the shaving I did for her was irritating her a bit. After that, I began to lick her pussy.

This was the third night in a row that she had received head. She asked if I liked her clit. I said it was the most suckable thing in my world (I think she liked the answer).

She then said, ‘You have a choice now; you can either keep sucking my pussy and get fucked up the arse tomorrow, but you may not be allowed to come. Or, we can have sex tonight and you can come.’

She knows how much I love getting screwed from behind by her. But the opportunity of me being let out, having sex, and possibly—just possibly—talking her into fucking me up the arse on Saturday anyway—the choice was obvious.

I let her know my decision. She sent me out to get her keys, and then I was unlocked. She put a condom on my penis (I love the way she did it; it felt like I wasn’t allowed to touch my own penis anymore).

She got her vibrator out of the drawer for her, and as I walked back, she sent me back to get her paddle (Pic Bellow). She had me bend over her lap, and she spanked me hard with it. She said, ‘This is for wearing my underwear!’

I yelped, and she slapped my arse with the long leather paddle she held in her hand.

This was the first time I experienced physical discipline from my girlfriend, and it was great. I could feel any dominance I had fall through the floor at that moment. I said I was truly sorry, and she stopped (I think she thought she was really hurting me).

She put me onto my back and noticed I was only semi-stiff; this isn’t a problem I normally suffer from.

She turned to me and asked why I was like this. I said, ‘I think since the five days of chastity it’s as if my penis hasn’t gotten used to getting hard again.’

She looked at me and said, ‘Your willy has gone all sissy,’ her tone being mean, and then she spanked my balls.

Again, I let out really weak yelps as she randomly tapped and slapped them. I felt like this was punishment for having a limp penis.

Then she grabbed my semi-erect penis and dipped it into her pussy. She put the vibe on her clit between us, grabbed my wrists, and held me down as she fucked me. Staring into my eyes while she rode me, I could not look at her; I felt so degraded.

She came after a while. She knew I was really close. As I announced that I was going to come, she stopped moving and just sat on what was now called my ‘sissy willy,’ causing me yet another minimized orgasm. In fairness, it was nowhere near as unsatisfying as the last one but still incomplete, leaving me with the feeling that my balls hadn’t been completely drained.

Day 6 Saturday Catherine went to football today. I did not wear my belt; it was starting to pull on my balls. I began painting the hallway for her. When she got back in, we watched a movie and went to bed. I did not come.

Day 7 Sunday I woke at 5 am with a throbbing erection. Cat was still deep asleep (I thought it best not to disturb her). I got up, waited for my erection to go down, and put my belt back on. I woke Catherine a few hours later with a cup of tea.

I started kissing her neck and sucking her nipples and chest; she told me to get down on her.

I started licking her pussy. She got her vibe out, and again I was demoted to ass duty while tonguing her arse, my own behind in the air off to one side of her body.

She started spanking my arse and then worked on my balls. She has this technique of lightly tapping them unpredictably so you don’t know when to brace yourself. It was great.

It made me really work at doing a good job licking her ass and being enthusiastic about it, so she wouldn’t be too heavy-handed with my backside and testicles.

She let me out of my cage and told me to go inside her while she lay on her back.

I had trouble getting myself hard. She commented again about my ‘sissy cock.’

She said she could not feel my cock inside her as I penetrated her. It really made any connotation of the experience of penetrating my girlfriend and being in control disappear; it was a good touch and very considerate of her.

With the vibe on her clit, I began submissively thrusting my sorry penis inside her. After a few minutes she got up and told me to lie on the bed. She straddled me until I came in her pussy. I had another strange orgasm but it was full this time.

Since Cat has been controlling my penis and I’ve been wearing my belt, I have not been able to come properly and have also been having trouble getting a hard-on around her.

I feel like if I wanked on my own it would sort it out, but I know Cat wouldn’t allow this.

It makes me feel so much more sissy and sorry for myself when I am allowed out of my cage. Does anyone know why I’m having these problems?

She started riding me again until she came. She lay on top of me breathing heavily after enjoying her orgasm. She got up and told me to mov

I lay down on the bed. She climbed off my cock and crawled upward, and I understood what was coming next—I really didn’t want it to happen. She wasn’t even looking at me for reassurance; if she had decided I wouldn’t mind, that settled it. With one knee near my left ear and the other about to land beside it, I had no choice but to drink her full load of cum from her pussy.

I tried tilting my head up to lick her clit instead, but she signaled for me to put my head back down and tilted my mouth toward her slit. She pressed her legs tightly against my cheekbones and sat her bottom heavily on my chin. I could barely breathe. There was nothing else left to do; I accepted that this was happening now. So I opened wide, extended my tongue until it touched the lower part of her vagina, and started licking. She stayed there for a while as my cum gushed out of her pussy; she remained quiet and calm.

When she finally got up to go to the toilet, some spillage landed on my face and chin. She didn’t even look at me as she left—I wonder if she thought it was too much or just humiliating that I was there with a mouth full of cum in front of my own girlfriend.

It was a great experience. I’ve never done exactly this for Catherine before. In the past, when I asked her to try it, she always brushed me off with phrases like ‘I don’t feel like it now, hun’ or ‘Not doing that right now!’ The bottom-sitting part was similar, but I hadn’t fully climaxed then; I still felt horny. This time, however, I had a full orgasm and found myself in submission afterward. It was a milestone she reached today—it was beautiful.

Day 8 Monday Catherine returned to work today. I believe this will widen the gap between our dominant and submissive roles because during the weekend while we were shopping, her dominance and my submissiveness seemed to waver slightly. Perhaps a cooling-off period is necessary every so often?

I texted her asking, ‘Should I put my belt back on, or do you want me to take it off?’ She replied that I had to wear it today! When she came home, I was preparing pork for her lunches—marinating the joint. This pleased her. As I worked, juices splashed onto the countertop, and she remarked, ‘That’s what you’ll be doing later.’

I asked what she meant. She said, ‘You’re going to make a mess very quickly; your stamina isn’t what it used to be these days.’ I thought to myself that my luck was in for tonight! Later, she made dinner for us both. She ate on the sofa while I ate at her feet. Afterward, I did the dishes and massaged her shoulders and neck. She had to remove her top for me to do this; I kissed her neck occasionally and touched her breasts, hoping it would put her in the mood for later.

At 21:30, with nothing on TV, I asked if we could go to bed now. I kissed her neck again. She pulled away slightly, saying she was really tired. When I asked why—expecting that after all my efforts she might want sex—she explained she didn’t. So I offered to lick her pussy; she declined and warned me not to persist, or else she’d add another 24 hours to my time. Soon enough, I fell silent.

So there it was: lots of service and romantic gestures, but no gain for me. Earlier in the evening, she mentioned that what we were doing brought us closer together.

I felt Catherine had reached another milestone in her dominant role tonight. Even though I put forth a lot of effort, she didn’t want anything to happen. Although I tried hard to make her relent by appealing to her sympathy—and lying on my back while I licked her pussy would have been domineering yet still allowed some release for me—it wasn’t what she wanted, so that’s how it stood. What a diva!

I noticed afterward that I didn’t feel sorry for myself for long. Is this a sign that I’m starting to accept my submissive role? It amazes me how quickly things are changing.

But I do have this feeling like I’m playing with fire. I sense an element of loneliness; does anyone else experience this? Do subs regularly feel lonely, or does it wear off? Her Vibe 2303.jpg Dress I Bought Her bc_1_b.jpg The Boots I Bought Her 997ja62401a.jpg Her Paddle 33292.jpg