The Noose Tightens

[Clean Living]

"Something you didn't count on"

At breakfast yesterday, my Lady watched as I prepped and plated our food. Breakfast remains one of our favorite parts of the day, even more so now that I have on full butler dress and an apron while serving her. She had her customary smile as she watched her personal butler and sex slave get the meal on the table. She was still in her sexy nightwear, something that she knows fires me up in my perpetual raging horniness.

One of her many talents is acting as if we could - at any moment - rip off our clothes and be humping each other on the floor. Of course we both know that will not happen; at best her hungry aroused look will lead only to sex for her, one of 'our' orgasms. Still the tease is always there, adding to my thwarted urges that drive me up the wall.

'There's something you didn't count on when we started this', she said, 'Unfortunately for you it has become one of my favorite things about us'. In response to my curiosity about what she meant, she said, 'I see you struggle with the realities of serving me while dressed as you are. I know part of you would like me to free you from that burden, to let you go back to wearing your ugly shorts and beating off whenever the urge arose. Where you ran into trouble was when I found out how much your struggles with this arrangement turns me on. That means we're both thinking sexual thoughts constantly, but you remain denied - just as you requested. I love it!

The only response I could manage was 'I'm glad you enjoy it, dearest'. After a few more seconds I added 'I love serving you, caring for you this way'. She smiled broadly as I served her. Her reply: 'Before you join me, my tea needs refreshing'.

 

[NoloMeTangere]

Nolo, Nice to hear from you. To make a slight correction, I noticed that the gift you all gave us is worded 'the epitome of feminine power'. It's so spot on - 'feminine' calls to mind female role expectations, including some sexist baggage, but then it goes on to evoke the 'power' part. Just perfect for us. Even just writing this now gives me a little shiver as I think about how masterfully my Lady has assumed her authority. So nicely, lovingly, smoothly, steely... Dominant.

And now you've noted a major shift in your family unit, which made me wonder: In your household, do you now serve your wife and her girlfriend? Lots of potential in that one!

Hi CLeanliving. I just posted the beginning of our story. Thought you might be interested.

 

[Clean Living]

"You're fun to torture"

This morning my Lady was enjoying memories of the start of our week. Monday found me quite firmly strapped down, still in butler dress. She has me shed my pants before I am secured, even has me put my shoes back on. After that, she removes my cage and cleans my junk, getting me excited. She gets a towel to avoid anything soiling my uniform, then takes my cage for cleaning. After weeks and weeks of lockup, it feels so good to be allowed an erection. It's a predictable routine from there; she likes to edge me mercilessly and knows when to stop, leaving me gasping and begging.

Her response to my begging is to act offended that I am asking for attention when I should be offering to eat her out. This day, she made clear that she expected me to give her great head and that my sexual needs would be ignored. That was how several hours were spent, her using me for an O as the urge came up. At random times, sometimes during the time she sat on my face, she used her finger to get my fully inflamed. When she could sense I was 'at risk' of cumming she stopped.

Knowing this is how it will go has not diminished my desperation one bit; she knows how to play with me until I'm thrashing about and begging for the few strokes that would make me cum. Lately she doesn't even bother responding, she just uses me if that's her focus or leaves me there.

As has been noted many times in past posts, my desperate thrashing just gets her more aroused. This day I did my best to satiated her in all the ways I know she likes. She ended up cumming three times before she showed up with the bag of frozen peas and the cage. 'Got what I wanted, now it's time for you to do dinner' she announced. When this is announced I know better than to try to wheedle her to grant me what I want. She frees my arms then tells me to lock up. First I get the cage to put on, then my pants. It's so, so, hard to lock up Mr. Happy - he just wants to be held, wants to shoot. The peas are necessary to get everything back in order.

This morning my Lady enjoyed recalling these events, making a special note of how much she enjoyed her O's. 'Each one was different, all were delicious. I get so turned on seeing how desperate it makes you. You're fun to torture.' She had that smile that - combined with my cage rage - had me hugging her hungrily. She kissed me in a way that made me moan, then broke it off. 'I've many errands today, so I've made you a list' was all she said. 'You can spend your day pleasing me by getting your assignments done and getting the massage table ready for when I get back'.

I've gotten all the items done, leaving me a chance for a rare post. Still absolutely her personal butler, still absolutely her sex slave.

 

[Sexy Little Bitch]

Its always a treat when we are graced with a Clean Living post.

 

[Clean Living]

Its always a treat when we are graced with a Clean Living post.

Sexy Little Bitch, thanks for your nice comment. I still pinch myself that I've ended up where I am. My Lady loves where we are, and her use of me as her personal butler and sex slave has made the time between posts stretch out. Both of us are so glad we discovered CM - what a wonderful community of twisted pervs we are!

 

[Clean Living]

'Start your day with a kiss'

I had set the table for breakfast and was bringing her tea to the table when she came down to join me. 'My dear butler, start your day with a kiss' she greeted me, then pulled me into a clinch using my handy handle (necktie). It was passionate, and long, and my cage dispassionately snuffed Mr. Happy's attempt to get hard, making me whimper.

Still she continued, prompting me to reciprocate. By the time we both had elevated heart rates and breathing, she uncouple from the kiss. 'Just using some science' she said with a goofy-looking grin. 'I read that if partners kiss for at least 6 seconds every day, their relationship becomes stronger, on firmer ground. I think we should do this every day. I love how it creates trouble for my property and you.'

I was a little rattled and aroused, but knew I needed to get our breakfasts. I thanked her, then thought of what it would be like to do this every morning. She never lacks for ways to crank me up, then leave me gasping! Earlier this week she told me I'm fun to torture; it appears she's stepping up her game some.

 

[Clean Living]

Morning ritual

My Lady goes on streaks with the things she chooses to plan/do for the two of us. Prompted by an article she came across about how kissing improves intimacy (duh), she has taken to greeting me the same way each morning when she comes downstairs: She grabs my tie to check that it is properly snug and straight; She then pulls me into a kiss that always lasts longer then the recommended six seconds, usually until she hears me moan or whimper as Mr. Happy pounds at the walls of his cell.

Not complicated or elaborate, just enough to affirm her control - it reminds me that my sexuality is hers to grant, that I am her locked butler and sex slave, and that she's paying attention. It keeps us both horny, way more than I would have predicted for us in our older age bracket. Of course only she has the option of doing anything about it. My life of denied service is way more exciting for me than I would have guessed, and I'm pretty sure she feels that way in her role as my Lady.

 

[Zevon]

I've been given an assignment.

Yesterday, my Lady told me to post a question here. She wants to know what the women who run their households under FLR arrangements value the most about the practice. She will read any responses I get. She will visit CM as an anonymous reader, but is adamant about not signing up or posting anything. If, as the guy in a FLR household, you think you know how your partner would answer this question. please respond as well. Thanks!

I only started reading your journal yesterday. Been on CM for 15 months. Fascinating, and fool that I am, have been sharing a number of posts with my KH / Mistress / FLR. Been at varying stages of pretty much where you are now , almost, to varying stages of control, including full on breaks for years, A lot of back and forth, but at the moment , chastity is pretty much permanent , she is ramping up the return to the FLR we had ~ 6 years ago, and certainly getting into the whole mindset of your Lady.
We are reading in bed at a clothes optional resort, here for the Halloween party tonight. I came up with the costumes, and put them all together. She is the bounty hunter who recaptured Chewbacca when he escaped, and is bringing him back to the Empire. I am Chewbacca. She has had him completely shaved, shackeled, and gelded. I will put brown nail polish on my toenails and fingernails. I will shave off the rest of my body hair today, put my chastity cage back on ( We take it off while here running around naked. No one else has worn one in the 5 trips we have made this year). , put on 4 leather cuffs, and shackle it all together. I bought heavy duty thick plastic chain for this. Short chain on my ankles, chain around waist, chain from ankles to chastity cage (linked wit zip ties for attachment points) , chastity cage chained to waist chain, wrist cuffs linked together to waist chain, and waist chain to thick studded leather collar. Leash chain to collar, or chastity cage, her choice. Did not shave Chewie's head because she was afraid the Empire would not recognize him and she would not get the bounty.
Her outfit is a leather and chain open cup bra, matching garter belt, red hose, red velvet cape, black boots with a cardboard red mesh paper packing insert wrapped around them, Large mostly red bird feather mask , and a holster with a Star Wars pistol, custom whip, and a flashlight in a holster. Red lipstick, red nail polish. So, I veiled opportunity for a quasi coming out as being her chastity slave.
As to the question your lady asked you to ask CM readers, I posed it to her. She said simply " It is the natural order of things. it is the way things should be". Meaning women are superior to men.

 

[Zevon]

Well, this is for real.

How do I know? I'm nearing two months locked up, and my Lady emphasized yesterday that to be released I have to earn it, and that my performance is not meeting her approval. She said 'I think you're going to set a new record (the current one is 69 days), the question becomes when?' She is quite averse to naming times for me to look forward to, and loves how things are when I'm locked, serving and submitting.

'I know I ask a lot of you, so I want to hear you say it: Is this really what you want?' she asked me this week. I've been working hard to please her, and it's difficult at times. Submitting to someone who is strict about her authority is a challenge, and I miss being able to hold my dick in my hand. After two months, it's not as crazy-making as one, but I'm still a horny mess much of the time, especially because of her teasing. Anyway, I swallowed hard and said yes, I want to submit and serve, on her terms.

She replied, 'I'm glad you said that, because I have no intention of letting go of this. It's so delightful to have my devoted live-in butler to serve me. I like this life. No, I love this life, and I love you.' As she said this she reached over and patted my cage, setting off a reaction. As she watched my reaction, she said 'You are so fucked now, and the best part is I know you like it!'

No argument from me on that one. She's become an amazing, dominant, fiendishly inventive Lady. I love her and I love that we've done this (at least most days).

So that was a rhetorical question. When I showed my Lady, she said the same thing. She has absolutely no intention of giving up he FLR or control of her dick.

 

[Zevon]

The past comes back to bite me.

'Remember all those things you used to send me?' my Lady asked today. 'You must've sent a thousand website pages and your own writings of all the ways I could use you and enslave you - some of them are part of your life now, like that beautiful tie you have on today'. Of course, she had picked it for me, but it was actually me who sent the idea of serving her while dressed up. She smiled, then put her hand on my crotch and looked me in the eye.

'I want you to write me some more ideas. I love the concept of you designing the methods by which I will keep you living a clean life that is devoted utterly to me'. I shuddered. 'Here are my criteria,' she said, 'I want a weekly idea from you. It must accomplish 2 things: 1) It must make me wet to read it; 2) It must involve genuine sacrifice or effort on your part. That could mean discomfort, humiliation, humbling yourself to me, loss of freedom in some way - you get the picture'.

Feeling alarm, I started to stammer something out, I think a question, but she cut me off. 'My devoted butler, you have until the end of the day tomorrow to send me the first one. Don't worry, I won't use them all. Now, go and get started'.

I'm in trouble now. She already has a treasure trove of stuff I've sent her since forever, and I have very sick mind. It may have been my idea to submit completely to my wife, but now she has seized the offer and literally has me by the balls - now she is squeezing them.

I'm literally doing that now, sending her selected posts of yours. The "spy" is doing that. And I wonder why my Mistress considers women superior to men. Although it can get darned chilly, I prefer my standard required outfit to yours. Naked, collared, and caged. We have some acreage , so I often work outside naked and caged, no collar. though. I carry shorts with me because delivery trucks are a regular sporadic feature.

 

[Zevon]

It's always a surprise.

Yesterday I was handcuffed to my pole in the basement, dressed in my butler's uniform except my pants were down around my ankles. My Lady released me from my device, which she took to throw in the dishwasher. For several hours, she would come by to periodically give me the 'one finger' torture of edging me but stopping well short of any chance to shoot. Anticipating the usual ending of her locking me back up with no chance to cum, I was desperate.

On her fifth visit, she mentioned in her matter-of-fact way of delivering information she wants to impart that she thought I had finally earned a chance to cum. This time, as she worked Mr. Happy into a maximum erection (far from huge), she did not stop until I was over the edge, all with still just the one finger. As soon as she was sure I was going to launch, she withdrew her hand and watched me, smiling broadly. I tried to stay in contact with her hand, which of course is why I was handcuffed to a pole.

My cum came out in a dribbly stream as I moaned at realizing there was nothing to hump but air. 'Eat it' she commanded, dipping fingerfuls from my dick and the chair. We had never discussed me 'recycling', but I knew better than to resist. I'd like to say it was a taste sensation, but it was nowhere close. Yuck. 'Any time you come from now on, you're going to eat it', she declared, 'You're welcome. Your clock is reset; work hard and this can happen again'.

She left me there to retrieve my cage and grab some tissue. She unlocked my cuffs and watched until I was locked back up and properly dressed. She makes sure that the only time I touch her property is to facilitate the lockup. 'There's a recipe on the counter - let me know when dinner's ready', she said as we went back upstairs.

I was wondering how long it would take your Lady to get around to requiring recycling. I've had to do it for at least 20 years. Becoming less of an issue these days, as even the time between ruins seems to be a couple of months, No full orgasms in ~ 4 months, and none in sight.

 

[Zevon]

Another note on my keyboard

Coming to my machine yesterday afternoon, I found an envelope; in it was a note, most of which I quote below. My Lady seems intent on intensifying her grip on me, and having me ask her to do so. Here are the parts I feel comfortable sharing:

'I love the forlorn look you get after you’ve been dressed up all day serving me; it’s clear you are fishing for me to dismiss you from duty so you can take off your tie. In the past I might have, because I felt sorry for you. Now that I know you like me to be mean and selfish, it’s not going to happen. In addition I get wet thinking knowing your response to me being strict is a denied erection. Besides, the best time to have a butler is in the evening!

Ever wonder why I like to get you on your knees for pussy worship of an evening? It’s because I get so turned on knowing how being locked and dressed to serve all day drives you up the wall. It’s the perfect time to handcuff you and have you serve my pussy until I’ve had my fill. You begged me for years to deny you; as a consequence I need your tongue where my property will never visit again. The only pussy it will ever know now will be tight, unyielding steel. You need to ejaculate occasionally to stay healthy; I will provide for that as I feel you’ve earned it or want to offer it. In keeping you denied and enjoying your talented tongue, I take great satisfaction knowing we’re both getting exactly what we wanted.

More bad news for you: Your whimpering while strapped down when I use Rod just intensifies my pleasure. Again, that’s a part I didn’t anticipate about your ‘chastity service’: What the impact on both of us would be from denying you. Oddly, when you moan it just confirms for me that we’re doing this exactly right. It’s your way of saying ‘Thank you, my Lady, for keeping me denied and using me to serve you as you would like’. If you’re hoping for pity, by all means continue to moan. I won’t cut you any slack, but you’ll heighten my enjoyment.

So, my dear devoted butler, with each passing day the need has become clear: You must now beg me for what you need. I do love having you to serve me and look great while doing it. I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m hornier than ever; it’s all due to you and this ‘FLR’ arrangement. I sense you have misgivings at this point, but I will be strong for you and insure you honor your many commitments to submit and serve.

When you’ve finished reading this, you must come find me, kneel, kiss my feet, then thank me again for agreeing to be your Lady. Finally, I want you to petition me to grant you four things: 1) To keep you locked up for the rest of your life; 2) To always keep you in a butler’s uniform befitting serving a Lady; 3) To supervise and enforce your health and fitness (I like my lean butler!); and 4) To punish you any time you fail to please me in any way, at my discretion. Still on your knees, ask me for each of these four things sincerely and with humility.'

I set off to find her; when I did it blew me away. She was dressed in a short leather skirt and silk camisole with some strappy high heeled sandals, an outfit that screamed fuck me. Of course that wasn't going to happen. I did as she had directed, staying on my knees as she agreed to do each thing I asked.

As I write this I marvel at her skill and ingenuity in deepening my submission to her. It's clear, too, that she enjoys keeping me on a short leash. When I was done begging her to subjugate me for the rest of my life, she smiled broadly and handed me a pair of handcuffs. 'You know what to do' she said. Under the skirt, she had no panties and was wet with anticipation. I am completely, utterly helpless to resist her power at this point.

So now you know. No more PIV. It is a stunner when you hear that, I know. It's a true holy F moment . It is an absolute mind F when your KH turns that corner and realizes she would have to be mad to ever go Vanilla again. All you can do is hang on for the ride and see where it takes you.

 

[ChasteMan4U]

For over a month now I’ve been locked the whole time except for supervised cleaning, shaving, and inspection, plus released for one O that was a surprise gift from my Lady. It certainly appears that - now that the FLR switch has been flipped ‘on’ - she has no inclination to turn it off. For me, that means my life has become service to her, with no more access to Mr. Happy unless she grants it. She controls the keys closely, with her copy secured and my emergency one in a tamper-evident setup using strapping tape and her signature.


What has been stunning is how quickly and easily she assumed her place as my Lady and set about making it all about her. No big deal, no ceremony, just a click of the lock and the orders started coming. Last night, while watching a movie, she said ‘Go get my chapstick out of the medicine cabinet’. She was in her jammies and robe, while I was in my butler’s outfit. She paused the movie and began doing stuff on her phone while I complied with her request. After she had used it she handed it back to me and said ‘Put it back now, please’.


So, ‘normal’ in our household has quickly changed to a never-ending to-do list for me and leisure for her; cessation of sex for me and re-centering the focus on her pleasure (which does give me pleasure and excitement); dressed up for me (Try ‘butler’ in Google images to see what she has threatened me with) and comfy loungewear for her. She’s rubbing it in, too, while simultaneously teasing me frequently to keep me cranked up. Where in past experimentation with FLR we’d talk about roles and stuff, she is now quietly, firmly, matter-of-factly in command.


What has happened to me? The best summary I can offer is that I have wholly submitted. When she gives me assignments or directions, I obey. Often as I am carrying them out Mr. Happy stirs in his prison, only to end up fruitlessly pounding the walls. A good chunk of my day is devoted to serving her. Who invented or discovered this chastity thing? It’s powerful, and I am caught in its grip. I’m wondering what the picture will look like a year from now, five years from now.

Enjoy the Journey !

 

[ChasteMan4U]

My world is being transformed. Seemingly without effort, or with obvious forethought, my Lady is systematically re-ordering our lives together. What used to be my recliner has become her throne. There are no longer any chores on her schedule; whenever she thinks of something that needs doing, it goes on the to-do list via Alexa. As an Apple watch wearer, I have found that it has become her equivalent of the call bell - a text buzzes my wrist whenever she needs something.

She's not mean towards me and does not make a show of being a hard-ass, she just calmly tells me what the plan is. If I don't comply, she will equally calmly and with no fuss assign me a punishment or extend my lockup. She's quite intelligent, and how she's going about this reflects a lot of thought. In what feels like a heartbeat, she went from a reluctant head of the house to all-in, boom just like that.

It's not a matter of her just using me, either. She's been very loving and sexy and sexual, which is a monster tease that inflames the hell out of me 24/7. For those of you who have had a period where you have been the head of your household and your partner has been a 'pleaser' who was very solicitous and sexy and went out of her way to look nice for you, that's what it's like.

Except. In our new arrangement, my Lady is all that, but holds the key to my dick and has made me into her personal butler whose reason for being is to serve her. Probably not many butlers serve their employers sexually in all ways they desire, but that's now part of my 'contract'. In response I feel more loving and loved than I ever have, only she is definitely, completely running the show. Yikes.

Enjoy the Journey!

 

[ChasteMan4U]

It's difficult, and difficult to admit you need the help, but it's wonderful when your wife loves you enough to make you a better husband. My wife, too, has forbidden masturbation, is currently prohibiting unhealthy foods to help me with my diet, and limits my alcohol intake to nine per week as one of her Rules (and has told me she intends to reduce that as well). Honestly, I wish she was stricter and more consistent in her discipline.

You are a lucky man to have a woman like that!