This is a true story and chronicles events that began three years ago. My husband and I are both professionals at different companies but I am on the fast track to upper level executive management while he is in a technical specialty with no desire for upward advancement. It was suggested by a good friend that I write about what started three years ago but in the interest of anonymity I have chosen a pseudonym and have included little specific personal information that would add to plot development - this is not fiction. We are happy with our marriage but it is a bit different to say the least.
I have always had a thing about control as in my controlling everything about my life. It is what drives me in everyday life, dominates my thinking in achieving my goals, and quite simply turns me on sexually. So my choices in men always ran to somewhat less than the adventurous macho male and more to the types that accepted my leading in the relationship. My long term relationships followed a predictable path of me sensing a mutual attraction, getting to know a man without starting an immediate sexual aspect of the relationship, and if the male accepted my lead than progressing to intimacy. If a male backed away from any aspect of my leading in the relationship then it ended quickly - I wasn't interested.
My husband of five years was chosen by me and for me and my needs. We both have discussed how I took the lead immediately, made all of the decisions in our courtship, and after much thought on my part only made the determination that we would marry. I very much felt that I'd finally found a male who accepted and understood that my needs came first and foremost. His needs would be fulfilled as a reward for satisfying me and obeying my direction. On our two week honeymoon I made it abundantly clear that he could not be too submissive in our relationship and that he would learn to always embrace new levels and experiences in submission to me. His reactions during the honeymoon were typically defensive and initially mildly resistant but once he learned that I was in charge of us, really did love him, and was not going to abuse him for fun he came around and accepted his role.
So I make all the decisions in running our household, give him direction and guidance on a daily basis, and decide how and when we make love. I have taught him how I like to be pleasured emotionally and sexually. He never initiates love making - I do. He focuses on my needs completely and once satisfied then I give him permission to come.
However, after five years I was feeling the need for something more in terms of excitement and wanted some extraordinary level of control to satisfy me. One evening I initiated love making by calling him into the bedroom and having him very slowly and sensually remove my blouse and skirt while gently caressing and kissing my entire body. Down to my bra and panties I sat down on the bed and told him to strip for me as I watched. I enjoyed his slow movements as he did it just the way I liked until he was completely naked and then I allowed myself to admire his erection for several long moments. Then I stood up and told him to go down on his knees and then I approached him removing my bra and standing above him running my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. Eventually I reached down to pull my silky cream colored panties off and as I stepped out of them intending to toss them aside they brushed against his penis. His reaction as the silky material touched his sensitive erection was electrical and immediate causing his penis to stand straight out rock hard. My arousal was intense and overwhelming starting a chain reaction of emotions going through my head and body. Without much thought I told him to stand up and then I kneeled down and told him to lift his foot as I slide the panties on first one foot then the other. I then pulled them up over his erection and bottom while he stood perfectly still with his hands at his sides.
Standing there in silky cream colored panties tented by his erection I caressed his balls with one hand while running my other hand over his bottom. We were both incredibly turned on and I spent several minutes admiring and running my hands over my panty'd husband. His facial and body expression was one of shock, embarrassment, but mixed with the physical pleasure he was getting from the silky material touching his shaft. After several minutes of this I pulled him to the bed and had him spend an hour caressing me and performing perfect cunnilingus till I was completely satisfied. Normally I close my eyes during sex but this night they were open and I could not take my eyes off the panties I'd put on him. The scene of his bottom in panties while between my thighs was totally engrossing. Near the end of our love making I rolled him onto his back and found the panties were soaked with pre-cum. Slowly I peeled them down to just below his balls and straddled him taking his erection into me. I rode him for several minutes then reached down to kiss him and telling him he could come - and he instantly bucked what I felt must have been the most intense orgasm of his life.
It took both of us several minutes to recover while I remained straddling him and then as I dismounted, and once again with little thought, I pulled the panties back up. We spoon snuggled and I quickly feel asleep with my panty'd husband against my back. In the morning I found a very nice morning erection restrained only by some silky material and ready for use. Later getting dressed and ready for work I could tell he was really embarrassed by the sexual experience and quickly understood that if I wanted him in panties again I better not tease him so I spent several minutes praising his virility --- but also telling him we'd do it again.
So the use of lingerie on him (primarily panties) during sex became a part of my repertoire and his initial embarrassment was tempered somewhat. I found that his basic submissiveness increased in the bedroom and I felt that another level of control was in my power. One evening as I initiated love making by directing he undress, opened my panty drawer and selected a pair to wear for a session he did what I told him but asked to use the toilet first. I told him to go ahead into the bathroom and put the panties on in there. He quickly did his absolutions and then returned to the bedroom in panties. As he came through the door I found my arousal very intense staring at him erect and in panties when the thought came to me that I really wanted him to wear panties all of the time. We had a very satisfying hour of sex and in the morning I found my thoughts dominated by the extra control I'd found and how much I liked having my sweet loving husband in panties. These thoughts consumed me for several days until I suddenly came to the conclusion one day at work that "hey I'm in control here and this is what I want - permanently!"
That afternoon I found myself at Target and shopping for a complete change in my husband's underwear apparel. While we are of similar height my waist is womanly narrower than his naturally although he is fit and trim so first I had to figure out his size. This proved a little difficult at first until a clerk came by offering to help me make my selections. She quickly noticed that I appeared to be looking at panties that were not in my size and asked if I knew the other woman's correct size. Normally reserved and in control I just blurted out that they were for my husband and this for some reason did not cause her to pause at all. She left for a moment and came back with neatly typed piece of paper that contained a conversion table for calculating men's brief sizes into panty size. So from there it was simply a matter of determining styles and colors that I liked plus deciding that there would be special bedroom pairs and more functional day pairs.
Upon arrival at home I found that I still had an hour before my husband would be home from work so took the opportunity to rinse out his new type of underwear (except for one pair) and hang them in the laundry room to dry. Then I gathered up all of his male briefs from his drawer and the laundry basket putting them into a used shopping sack and threw them into our outside trash bin for the next pick up.
When my husband arrived home we did our usual kiss and greet ritual then I took him to the bedroom and told him to take off his pants and briefs. Thinking we were starting foreplay he quickly shed his pants and briefs expecting some of our usual passionate sex. Instead I handed him a pair of lacy black bikini panties and told him to put them on - and then put his trousers back on. As he put them on the fit looked right and it did not occur to him that this was a pair he had never seen before. Pulling his pants up he was a little confused when I said lets go fix dinner but he followed me into the kitchen where we proceed to make some bake chicken and a salad. I purposely kept the conversation light and non-sexual as we simply talked about our day but it was obvious that he was highly aroused which fitted into my plan. After dinner I selected a movie for us to watch and although he suggested foreplay I kept him at bay by saying not yet. Later after the movie I directed him to climb into bed and warm it up for me. He ran to the bedroom to do what I had told him to do. I spent some time reading and mediating for another hour before undressing and putting on a non-provocative sleep shirt. He was of course still fully awake and bit surprised at my attire but the shocker was when I climbed into bed and turned the light out with my back to him. He snuggled up to me and certainly had an erection in the sexy panties but I stated that we were waiting till morning for love making. Confused he asked what was wrong and I said "nothing just wait till morning".
In the morning he was really ready to go into lovemaking and I wonder if he'd slept much the whole night in his aroused state. Trying to put his arms around me and embrace I pulled his hands down to his side and announced first we are going to talk. Sitting up and propping my pillows into reading position I proceed to tell him how I felt about him in panties. First, that I found them incredible attractive on him and not just when we were having sex but that the act of seeing him wearing them really appealed to me. I told him that it was not strange in my mind and that it was something that was going to happen as a normal everyday thing. Then I explained that from today forward his underwear apparel was panties with functional daytime panties for underneath his clothes and sexier styles for night time wear.
He immediately protested with the expected arguments of gender dress appropriateness, "what if someone found out", and that this was not fair of me to ask this of him. My response was to reach for his now less than erect panty'd covered penis and slowly and lightly stroking it telling him that he really loved me in lingerie and I in turned loved him in panties. His erection returned and of course his will power deserted him as blood left his brain for his penis. Then I stated that I wanted his immediate and unconditional promise to wear panties all the time and after a moment he groaned and grunted promises which I made him repeat. We then made rapid but passionate love as we were now running late for work. As he prepared for his shower I explained the rules. The only time he would be out of panties is when he was in the shower but upon drying off he'd select and put on a clean pair before doing anything else such as brushing his teeth. He could select any pair for daytime use but I would select his night time panties every evening. He nodded his understanding then stepped into the shower. I went to retrieve his now dried new panties, quickly folded them, and enjoyed the moment putting them into his underwear drawer thinking that now it was his panty drawer. His last pair of men's briefs from the night before went into the kitchen trash bin.
After his shower I took mine and was truly thrilled when I stepped out to see him dressing with a pair of white cotton hi-cut panty briefs already on as he pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt. He obviously had pulled out the white ones thinking they were less embarrassing but all of the packages of panties for daytime use included different colored pairs. He would find that in the days ahead the only clean ones would be pink, light blue, chiffon, etc..... His days in tidy white male briefs were over.
For the next few weeks I was on an emotional high as I reveled in having completed my plan and putting my husband into panties. I thrilled watching him dress and undress, taking the laundry down to the washing machine and later pulling out cleaned panties and hanging them to dry on our drying rack, and a few times catching him caressing his erection as the material did its thing to his sensitive penis skin. We made love constantly and finally I called for a slow down to every day sex but then had to confront another issue --- his masturbation. I did not mind his masturbation so much as a natural male behavior but wanted to control it my way. In fact sometimes during love making after being satisfied I ended it by telling him to stroke himself while I watched for my own enjoyment, My solution was that while we still made love two to three times a week that at least once to twice a week I directed him to sit on the toilet and jerk off. The first time I did this was after sensing he wanted a quick morning fuck but I did not have the time. As we entered the master bathroom to get ready for the day I told him pull his panties down to his thighs and sit on the toilet seat. As he did so I retrieved some warming jell and took his hand squeezing an amount into his right hand and then directly telling him to empty his balls. He stared a bit dumbfounded at me so I leaned over kissed him and said, "I want those balls emptied now!" He got to work as I went about my morning routine and a few minutes later I turned and saw him left up slightly, point his erect penis into the toilet bowl and shoot a stream of semen for about five seconds stroking himself empty. Yes he was a bit embarrassed especially when I praised him with a "good boy" purr.
Well the good times can never be perfect all the time and after three weeks of bliss he started trying to rebel about wearing panties. We did not fight and never had really as I had always been in charge but he did start whining and resisting. I decided to let him just work through it thinking this was a natural phase of him getting accustomed to the panties and it would pass. I was wrong to handle it this way because one evening as we were undressing and I was selecting his night time sexy panties there he was in male Jockey briefs. I was stunned and then incredibly angry, speechless, and rapidly built up rage. I went to his panty drawer and there were three packages of new male briefs. He looked resentful and after a few minutes of me angrily telling him off about breaking his promise he stormed out of the bedroom. I shut and locked the door - he could sleep on the couch which is what he did for several nights. My daily anger was palpable and my co-workers noticed while my executive assistant walked on egg shells for several days.
Finally, one evening he broke down and apologized but then tried to weasel out of his promise which I flatly refused. That night he was back in panties and the new unworn male briefs got returned the next day. We returned to our normal routine for three to four weeks but then he'd go out and buy another supply of male briefs and then we'd go through another cold shoulder week. This cycle of reneging on his promises happened three times! At this point my anger was always simmering and ready to explode but I desperately wanted a solution --- a permanent solution.
My daily commute takes me by several shopping malls and one afternoon from a stoplight I noticed that one store front was actually a sex toy shop named Chrystal's. It was the type of place that I assumed sold over the top lingerie, lotions and potions, and cheesy toys having never actually been in this type of store. This day there was a large sign advertising all fetish items on sale. Suddenly in my angry mind there came the thought to go buy a nice flogger or whip to beat my husband's bottom with to end the cycle of his apparel misbehavior. Lucky for me I stopped in and found the solution - the permanent solution. A bit embarrassed I entered and started browsing the customer free store a clerk appeared and offered to help but this wasn't just a clerk -- this was Chrystal the owner and she soon helped me with a solution. She was about 45, normally but stylishly dressed, and still fit and attractive. A bit embarrassed I started out saying I was just looking but needed to find something different. I did not know what I meant by different but with a few confident and relaxed questions she deducted that I wanted something for my husband in the fetish area. After discussing a few items she confidently told me I was the dominant partner and then asked did I need something for more control. Yes more control that is what I needed and desperately wanted and adamantly stated so.
She led me over to a display case with some tube shaped devices made from either plastic or metal materials. Chrystal explained that these were male chastity tubes that prevented masturbation and sexual release for men. She was fully conversant in their use and the different features explaining in detail the advantages or disadvantages of each one. I asked several questions but the most important ones concerned how secure they were and how long a male could wear one. Several were no more than cheap toys of dubious application but she pointed out the ones designed for long term use and were nearly 100% secure. She then stated something that really got my attention by pointing to several metal devices and saying, "these are the best devices available and the Super Max is the best on the market preventing sexual release and giving dominants total control over their submissive. "Once locked on the Submissive he is at the beck and call of the Dominate keyholder -- imagine the 24/7 control you can achieve when you put this on him".
A plan started forming in my mind and I asked to inspect the Super Max. Pulling it from the case she showed me its features and how unique it was to other models. There were several types of finishes to the Max but all were a non-corrosive steel tube connected to a locking ring which she explained circled the penis and ball sack. The tube itself was about the size of a small sized flaccid penis, vented at the end, and it had three odd locking mechanisms. One lock was on top where the sack ring and tube connected and two underneath the tube at either end of where the penis would sit. Chrystal showed me why the Max was the most secure as these locking mechanisms required a very special round key (no locksmith could pick them) and being fixed mounted to the device could not be cut off like a simple padlock. She explained that placing the penis in the tube and the connecting locking ring around the sack then turning the locking mechanism until sufficient tightness is achieved so that it cannot be pulled off securely locks the penis in. Looking into the tube I watched as she turned the key in the external locking mechanism resulting in an internal rubberized gripping band decreasing in size and thus gripping the penis. She asked if my husband is circumcised (he is) and said the lower internal tip band would grip him behind the glans. The upper tube band would grip further up at the penis base and the sack ring when locked would restrict the balls and hold everything in place against the body. The venting at the bottom would allow normal urination but only in the seated position because of the severe downward curve of the tube and as the vent would lead to some sideways urine spraying. Although a novice on male chastity I could see that the Super Max would work perfectly but it wasn't cheap at $495. I left the store with my new toy and a permanent solution plan, plus with Chrystal's request that I return and tell her how it worked out.
A few days later at what I thought an appropriate moment I took my husband into the bedroom in order to lock him into the Max. He obediently dropped his pants on command and stood by while I attempted to lock it on him but my actions were clumsy and not working. First, his penis seemed too large for the tube and I struggled to get the sack ring completely around the sack. I fumbled for several minutes but nothing seemed to work and finally I gave up very disappointed. My plan for permanency in control seemed a disaster before really getting started.
Remembering Chrystal's request to tell her how it turned out I called her the next day and asked what the return policy was thinking anything I had tried to use would be non-returnable. However, she said that she would take it back and certainly charge a restocking and sanitizing fee but that as an alternative why didn't I bring my husband in and she would show me how to fit and lock it as she was confident that with her experience it could be done. I wanted to think it over having never done something so kinky as actually have a third party even remotely a part of our relationship but upon further thinking acknowledged that I really wanted a permanent solution and this sounded practical. So I called her back and made an appointment for a few days hence around lunch time then texted my husband telling him to plan on a lunch date that day and it would be longer than usual.
A few doors down from Chrystal's was a decent Italian family restaurant and my husband met me there and we had a normal lunch time conversation and meal taking about an hour. Leaving the restaurant instead of heading for our cars I took his hand and headed for Chrystal's and could feel his nervousness as we entered. Today there appeared to be two other employees in the store of which one was a man in his 40s dressed in clean but manual labor type work clothes and a very young 20ish petite girl dressed in a short skirt and tight white blouse unbuttoned to show her cleavage. Both had shiny steel bands around their necks and I had the strongest impression that these bands were locked there. Chrystal came forward greeting me with a bright smile as if we'd know each for awhile but ignored my husband. In ignoring him she wasn't expressing overt rudeness and just not seeing him at the moment. After a handshake clasp with me she said for us to follow her and she led us past the changing rooms to a door marked employee only and paused looking at the two employees with a nod indicating they were to mind the store. Leading us through the door and down a hallway she opened a door to a room that was sparsely furnished with a table, some chairs, a small refrigerator, and a strange wooden X shaped cross piece of equipment with open leather belt like items attached to it at various points mounted against the wall. Bidding me to be seated at the table she asked if I was still of the same mind as I indicated in my phone call and I said that yes I was. She turned to my husband and taking his arm she turned him so his back was to the X shaped cross furnishing and started to push him back towards it. He looked at me and started to resist but I simply said "relax and let Chrystal do this". For her part she finally looked him in the eye for the first time and said she wasn't going to hurt him while guiding him against the wooden X. Then with easy and practiced movements she raised first one arm then another buckling each wrist into a leather shackle, followed by buckling a leather belt across his neck holding his head up and firmly against the wooden cross, then a longer belt went over his waist and was buckled holding his body against the cross. Finally, she knelt down and swung U shaped metal bands attached on each side of the cross round each ankle that moved into some type of locking mechanism that engaged with a loud metallic click. I marveled at how quickly but without haste or force she had immobilized him.
Then turning to me she asked for "the item" and I produced the Max with keys from my purse and handed it to her. His expression was quite fearfully at this moment and his eyes were opened very wide in astonishment. Pulling a chair and a stool over to him she sat down and proceeded to unbuckle his belt and pants in order to pull them down. He started to squirm immediately trying to get free and started saying "no stop stop" repeatedly but Chrystal ignored him pulling his pants down to his knees revealing his light blue bikini cotton panties. This obviously caused him unbearable embarrassment and something made him stop squirming, and go speechless staring off into space.
At this point she pulled his panties down to his mid thighs and grasping his balls and penis began to assess and study them moving them to one side then inspecting the underside of the sack and shaft. Turning to me she said that she had two things to teach me today in properly locking a Max onto a male. Getting up she went to the refrigerator and got out a small reusable ice pack and then retrieved a plastic container of dental floss from a storage box on the table. Bidding me to watch she applied the ice pack to his penis and balls which immediately started shrinking in size. While doing this she explained to me (ignoring him) that in order to get the tightest most secure locking fit it was good technique to take the male genitals down to their smallest size. After a few minutes she laid down the ice pack and picking up the dental floss she pulled out about 18 inches tearing it clear of the container. She then placed the middle section of the dental floss around penis just behind the glans and looped it around a few times but did not tie it in place just left it hanging. Then she picked up the Max and threaded the floss through the tube until she could pull it from the vent end. Sliding the tube up over his penis she pulled on the floss bring him completely into the tube. The sack ring was then swung through its locking mechanism encircling the sack at which point she picked up and inserted a key into first the sack ring and then the tube tip locking mechanisms giving each about two full turns. During the last event she said not to get the tube tip too tight just yet or the dental floss would end up trapped around the glans. Then with one deft movement she pulled on one end of the floss pulling it free out the vent of the tube. Then in order she locked the sack ring and tube tip with two more full revolutions and the base lock with five revolutions. The Max was on perfectly and securely locked with the whole process taking about a minute - and a permanent loss of control for my husband.
Chrystal turned to me with one hand around the Max and with firm but non-injuring tugs demonstrated just how securely the thing was on him. With each tug he gave out an anguished groan and attempted to look down but the neck strap prevented it. Chrystal then stated something to me that was perfect music to my ears, "you are completely in control now and this penis is more yours than his". By this time my panties were soaked and I could barely speak or acknowledge her and what I had just witnessed. She gave me a few minutes to quietly savor the moment then stated it was time for me to head for the bank and a safe deposit box to safe guard the keys.
As I stood to leave she asked if she could take some body measurements of my husband to complete a customer data profile before she released him to go back to work. I mumbled a yes and exited out the door with my head in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She also said that she would give him some written information on the Max's level of total security, and care and cleanliness of his new appendage to bring home. Later he told me that as she released him and watched while he inspected the Max that he was in complete shock not hearing a word she said so was eventually glad she had written instructions for him.
In shock myself I got to the bank and activated a safe deposit box in my name only where I deposited the keys for safekeeping. Now that the Max was locked on there was no way other than keys to successfully get it off because while a skilled metal craftsman could ultimately get it off that would entail damage to the equipment inside. When he was dressing or undressing the Max's appearance was quite engrossing to me with its shiny all encompassing stainless steel tube around the penis, the locked steel ring around the ball sack, and how it curved down and into his lower groin. When he was dressed it was not noticeable to anyone but me with nothing but a slightly larger male bulge. Of course he knew it was there every moment and his body language showed it with his facial expression and somewhat tentative movements.
For a few days my husband and I barely spoke as it took the shock that long to wear off. Then there were a few days of awkward conversations until one day after work he blurted out that "he could not wear the Max anymore!" My response was deadly cold but true, "you're not wearing the Max - it is locked on and I have the keys so get use to it!" For ten minutes we stared mutely at one another then he asked me to "unlock it" to which I said, "no not until I get what I want and you promised". Another 10 minute stare and he said, "Fine I'll wear panties for you", and my response was that "he had made promises before only to break them". More silence and then he asked "how can I convince you that I won't break anymore promises about wearing panties" and I told him to wait a moment while I retrieved a prepared document from my brief case. Handing the document to him he started reading but quickly looked up to say something but my look silenced him. Finishing the document he put it down and stated "I don't think I can go through with it" but I stated "your choices are few and the best one is to agree to the provisions in the document and signing it". An hour later the document was signed and in my brief case for deposit the next day in my safe deposit box.
The document provisions included a full admission of his promises made and broken about wearing panties full time, and a more thorough and lifelong commitment statement to accepting my dominance that included he wearing panties full time forever, and an acknowledgement that he accepted being locked into the Super Max for one year. Finally, the last provision was that should he break another promise about the panties the document was null and void including the limit of one year sentence locked in the Super Max. The document was dated for that and he did not get credit for time already served.
It took about a week till our day to day contact seemed comfortable, relaxed, and outwardly normal. The first few days seemed very awkward for him in just simple conversations and clearly he was embarrassed about his locked and controlled condition. I had little opportunity at first to observe his locked up penis as he kept his back to me as he quickly pulled his panties down before stepping into the shower and did the same in reverse after getting out of the shower. He would keep his back to me while quickly drying off then step into panties before turning around. Our nightly ritual before the locking had been for me to lay out his sexy nighttime panties that he would put on before crawling into bed. Out of curiosity and a desire to see his locked state I changed the ritual to having him undress facing me then put on the nighttime panties I handed him in front of me. At first during this nighttime ritual change I gripped and inspected the Max which caused him some discomfort has I could see through the vent slots that his penis was attempting to swell to an erection. One night he begged me to stop saying it was torturing him and I did so but told him no more turning his back to me in the mornings as he shed and donned his panties. He promised to always dress facing me - and he kept that promise. Control is a wonderful thing.