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My wife and I have been married for 18 years. We are a long-term chastity lifestyle couple, however, our chastity does not involve key holding. In fact, we are both in permanent chastity and there are no keys. We are both into heavy gear bondage.
By gear bondage I mean metal, leather, rubber, canvas, neoprene, and rope, but not the human macrame type called Shibari.
Like a fetish-level bondage craving man, I rarely get enough heavy bondage. My wife is a rare woman because she enjoys a level of bondage that would frighten most kinky men.
We both play in the extremes and we love playing long and hard. After these many years, our limits have been stretched to the very edge and beyond. We now play almost exclusively in the beyond. The knowledge and trust we have built over the decades give us a special ability to challenge each other to go into places others only read about in stories. Our intuitive communication and trust is now second nature.
This allows us to blur the line between role-playing and reality. Our need for this type of bondage is for a different reason. I know this sounds confusing so let me explain. We are both in permanent chastity with no hope of escape. Our devices cannot be removed. I am locked in a spike-lined tube. It is secured on with a bar through the head of my cock and a bar through the base of my shaft. Both of the piercing bars are titanium and permanently secured in a titanium cage. Removing it is impossible to even with special equipment.
It has been in place for about 15 years now, but why count? My wife has 16 permanent Titanium rings lining her labia lips with a spike-lined plate that locks securely over her clitoris with three additional rings. Her vagina is covered by a screen to allow Orgasm denial story board but absolutely no access to a cock or a sex toy. No keys or special screws, every chance of escape or removal has been eliminated.
She has been permanently locked for the same 15 years. You are probably wondering how this happened. We were both young. Young coders that were in the right place at the right time. For some reason we had the sense to pick up our winnings and cash out before the crash.
With common-sense investments, we will never have to work again. We discovered mutual chastity play and for the first Orgasm denial story board it was amazing and we never ever wanted it to stop. We were both Orgasm denial story board, wealthy and adventurous so we deed and commissioned these escape-proof devices. Our first few years were awesome because we lived in a perpetual sexual high. We then went through a few years of panic with several real attempts to have the devices removed.
We offered to pay the creator 10 times what we had paid for the devices if he would remove them. He said he was sorry it was truly impossible and unfortunately a few months after we asked this he became ill and sadly passed away. All hopes of removal had faded so our only choice was to accept our fate. Once we accepted the responsibility for our choices and excepted the fact we will be buried in these damn things we began to focus on the only thing that gave us any rest from the sexual torment, heavier and heavier bondage. The following years have been totally focused on acquiring and creating more and more bondage equipment and honing our skills.
We do have a sex life. I have several custom dildo gags and cock tube dildo attachments I use for anal sex. She has similar devices to use on me. I get ass fucked for regular milking, however, the internal spikes prevent any orgasms or pleasure. An erection is always painful especially when I am fucking her and she screams out a window-rattling orgasm.
I believe she gets additional pleasure out of my painful suffering. It seems to work about right for a chastity couple. I get milked and stay permanently frustrated without the possibility of an orgasm or full erection. And she has a weird combination of earth-shaking anal orgasms combined with the sexual frustration of never touching her clitoris or feeling the thrust of a hard cock pounding her vagina.
In spite of the anal orgasms, she has a constant itch she cannot scratch. She says the more she fucks the more she needs to fuck.
The clit plate is also lined with tiny painful and possibly damaging spikes that make any attempts to rub or vibrate one out impossible. Even a few seconds of vibration will turn her tender tissues into ground meat. She has made a few maddening attempts without success which left her painfully raw for a week. After the first few years, she has learned her lesson. It is quite a scene to watch as she desperately struggles, screams and cries. When she is eventually physically exhausted, which can take several hours she is released.
She is not sexually satisfied after this but she has gathered enough internal strength to control herself and function. We can be total animals at the drop of a hat. This means I am called on every day Orgasm denial story board more to engage in her battle. The result of this ass licking and dildo fucking causes me extreme pain from the spikes. I am compelled to do this and endure this pain, she feeds on it and feeds her sadistic nature which fuels her sex drive.
As I lick and pound her asshole her screaming anal orgasms feed my erection attempts, then the pain fuels my own masochism, which fuels my sex drive and so on. It is a perpetual loop for us both that can only be paused by a bondage session. The bondage we both enjoy is to give us both a place to rest from this frustration.
Out of sight out of mind is the theme of our sessions so there is little interaction just more and more extreme bondage. The one in bondage can be left with their thoughts or made uncomfortable enough to be forced to focus on their predicament. Both of us find this a powerful place to play. Today maybe my turn to be in bondage. Sex has been like a drug to her this past week and she is making a full-throated attempt to once again satisfy her sexual hunger.
The hours of licking and fucking her ass have me exhausted so I am looking forward to a long bondage session. We have enough income from investments we rarely leave the property so we can play as long as we want. We have developed a program to generate random choices. This determines who, what type, how long, the level of stress, and dozens of interesting options.
The first choice is witnessed by both parties then the others only by the one controlling the bondage. Sessions can be from one day to thirty days. The stress levels can include hours of suspension or predicament bondage, sleeping in cramped standing or puppy cages to full coverage sensory deprivation Orgasm denial story board comfort bondage. There can be some interactive options like punishment flogging, caning or paddling sessions deed only for distraction and deepening the hepace. We both enjoy the endorphins and overpowering stimulation but have no interest in punishing or being punished.
Other distractions such as VR and audio distractions. Every game of chance must involve risk so one random choice is sexual torment. The sessions are usually a place for escape from this but hours and hours of visual and audio hypnosis 3D porn can fuel the fires to the point of breaking. Common features are not knowing how long anything will last and minimal interaction. Alone with your discomfort, and thoughts is an overwhelming place to exist. Today I was chosen to be the one in bondage. She immediately pushed earplugs in my ears, taped my eyes shut, strapped a breathing penis gag in my mouth, pulled a hood over my head, laced it and locked it, locked on a posture collar then stripped my clothes off.
I was locked in bondage mitts after my hand was taped into a fist. Cuffs were locked on my ankles, elbows, thighs, and waist. I was locked on the floor in a strict hogtie as she finished the random choices. My cock painfully strained in its spiked cage and yearned for her fist deep in my ass, so much for the distraction. I must have laid there for hours. I knew she was probably nearby bouncing her ass up and down on a large floor-mounted dildo.
I was finally rolled onto a low cart and wheeled out to our outdoor re-enforced concrete ground cell. I was lifted with a hoist and lowered into the ground cell. It was small, just enough room for a man in a tight hogtie. The lid was an eight-inch thick re-enforced cement slab.
The hoist lowered the lid into place. For some reason, there were thick chains for locking it in place. This is my idea of head bondage. I realized this was where I would sleep tonight. I was in Orgasm denial story board great deal of discomfort as the hours slowly passed. My sexual thoughts faded as the discomfort turned into pure pain.Orgasm denial story board
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