Most of us dommes know that keeping a sub locked up and completely ignoring their dick during pegging is the ultimate gamechanger. It forces them to stop thinking with their little ‘friend’ and just surrender to the anal pleasure,no distractions, no shortcuts. And guess what? After a while, their body starts rewiring itself. They stop craving regular jerk-off sessions and instead get addicted to full body, prostate driven orgasms (yeah, the kind some call ‘sissygasms’). Trust me, once you try it this way...zero penis stimulation, ever...you’ll see why so many of us swear by it. There's should be zero pressure on the domme to make him cum.
After a while, their body starts rewiring itself. They stop craving regular jerk-off sessions and instead get addicted to full body, prostate driven orgasms (yeah, the kind some call ‘sissygasms’).
This is the truth. There has always been a standing rule in place that I am never allowed to orgasm without permission or instruction to do. Ever since Mistress K. decided I would be locked full-time (mostly), she amended that rule to; with few exceptions at her whim, I am only allowed to orgasm while wearing my cage, and I am allowed to orgasm at will (without permission) if I am able to while being penetrated anally and without any stimulation to my cock. We have always utilized ruined orgasms as the primary means with which I am allowed to ejaculate and the "sissygasm" is the epitome of a ruined orgasm. At least she thinks so, and that's what really matters, isn't it?
This new existence has caused a major shift (rewiring) in how I pursue sexual satisfaction and release. It's not uncommon to hear me begging to fuck by my Wife, like a slutty girl.
Everything I share here is about my relationship, past intimate moments I cherish, and fantasies I enjoy revisiting. It’s a mix of memories and daydreams, all honest and unfiltered.
I write things down when inspiration strikes, then tidy them up later. I’m a perfectionist by habit, but this is my way of loosening that grip—and practicing my English along the way. There’s something satisfying about moving my handwritten scraps into digital permanence, and I like sharing bits of them here.
I do this just for my own pleasure, and I might stop whenever I feel like it. If you enjoy what I post, great! But I’m not looking for anything in return. KISSES!!!
OMG thank you so much ... these were great experiences to share.. It was very stirring to say the least
That was such a beautifully raw and honest description, Nika. I really appreciate how you’ve captured not just the physical side, but the emotional and even spiritual undercurrent of those moments. For me that’s what keeps chastity so meaningful after all these years. When my husband opens himself to me in that way, it feels like I’m being trusted with the deepest, most vulnerable part of him. And that trust is something I hold onto and nurture. I think that’s why your words resonated so much with me. 💛
When I see him like that... on all fours on my bed, open and waiting... it stirs something deep in me. It’s not just the view, though that alone is breathtaking. His soft opening — relaxed, inviting, ready. His cage, tight and silent beneath him, as if all other pleasure has been locked away... except this.
I know what he’s truly offering. He’s presenting the core of his pleasure... the place where he feels most intensely, most honestly. His prostate, tucked just beyond that tender little entrance, is mine to reach. And in that offering, he's telling me everything I need to know: That he trusts me to take him there. That he wants me to lead him there. That his deepest release doesn’t come from what swings between his legs… but from what he opens up to.
It’s vulnerable. It’s powerful. It’s beautifully male in a way most men never show.
And when I take him… I do it knowing I’m not just taking his body. I’m claiming his pleasure. Shaping it. Owning it. And giving it back on my terms.
There’s something so deeply lustful in seeing the man I own, in position, ready for me. His testicles on full display, like they’re offering themselves to me. A silver streak of need trailing from the tip down to the sheets ... quiet evidence of his craving.
In that moment, I feel so blessed, so adored... to be the one who receives all of him, exactly like this.
I loved this read - I can totally relate to everything you spelled out here. Thank you.
I am in a femdomTPE marriage I’m a slave cuckold I came to this point in a different way than most married subs. I was a 17 year old virgin couple weeks out of high school. In a chance meeting I met this 40 something black man. We sat in a public waiting area at a terminal and he started a conversation with me I tried to keep to myself but he was a very handsome and charming guy and I soon was openly talking to him. He seemed so nice he invited me for a drink so I went with him. He took me to a little near by bar, it was all black men in there and he knew a lot of them. He bought me two rum and coke drinks and he took me to his apartment. We sat on the sofa and we smoked a joint I got pretty high I’m not a smoker or drinker. I don’t know if it was the way he talked or what by I just really liked this man. He put his hand on the back of my head and made me look into his eyes and said don’t you want to make me happy I said yes John and he started pushing my head just a nudge toward his crotch I just took out his beautful black cock and he told kiss it and lick it I did as I was told. It wasn’t long before I was full out sucking him off. I took my clothes off and I helped him off with his clothes he stood up and I kneeled and he proceeded in fucking my mouth when he was about to cum he said don’t swallow and he did cum in my mouth. He said taste it savor it for a minute i kneeled there he put his hands on both sides of my face he said look at me I did and then he said swallow take me into your body and I swallowed he said now I own you don’t I and I said yes John he said from now on you call me Master I said yes Master. I never thought about gay sex or smbd that was the first sexual encounter in my life. My little white dicklet was rock hard. Well he said you are my property now and he told me the rules he just made me so horny. You speak when I tell you to speak I don’t really care to hear anything you have to say no tv radio internet he took my phone and he put his collar on my neck. You stay naked at all times you can only leave my house if I take you out, I don’t want any outside distractions during your training. I was like disoriented or something when he was gone to the office I just thought about things he said your pleasure can only come through your obedience to your Master. I did all housework and he trained me to be his valet I washed him rubbed scented oil all over his body gave him a blow job afterward. I think it was because I was in a state of arousal there all the time. Then he brought out the the leather strap after a week or so and said from now on you have a price to pay if you screw up and he started whipping my and we had ritual discipline sessions. He took his bare feet and rubbed my dicklet until I had an orgasm and I licked my cum off his feet. After 2 months everything just came easy I was able to anticipate what I needed to do before master had to tell me it was very nice. Where he really got to me is when he’d call me to bed he liked me to have whip marks on my white ass. I never kissed a man before I was a bit hesitant at first but I loved it when Master kissed me. He’d make me have no hands orgasm when he fucked me after he was finished he fuck me a little more but he’d pinched my nipples real hard and bam I’d cum no dick touching he was wonderful I fell in love with him. I didn’t care who knew it I was a gay slave to a wonderful Master. He’d have some gay friends over like small parties gay couples both female and male couples. He have me in me naked cock cage and collar serving drinks like a waiter, everyone loved it a black Master who owned a white teenage boy slave.It went on like this for 8 months then he broke up I was devastated I begged him but he turned his back my older sister came a got me and I went back to my parents house. My sister told my mother a month or two before she met my Master on a visit she. She told my mother that I was a gay slave to a black man surprisingly she took it well after I got back but they never let my father know he’s racist he would have flipped out lol .
Such heavy orbs, swollen with fire and devotion how they pulse beneath my gaze. All that wild, urgent power, restrained yet waiting, trembling, only for me.
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