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Give me a bath. It's a privilege to be able to touch my body, you must be very grateful. Maybe then I'll let you smell my butt.

It's important to keep this in mind, beta cucks.

Kneel down, help me take off my socks and kiss my feet.

I like men shorter than me, which means you have to bow.

Getting ready for before-bed cuddling session. Well, I say cuddling, but I'm definitely cumming.

I have recently decided I will never wash my body on my own again. He has to take care of me and my needs in every single way - except with his cock, that needs to stay caged for my happiness.

Look what I have for you!

His cock instantly grows as I remove the cage, but that doesn't mean he'll get to cum

Teasing him has become my favoruite hobby! The longer the session, the happier I am

Do you like feet?

His cock hasn't been inside my mouth for months, I figured at least his cage key should

Get a kiss

Post orgasm pic for me, but the smile is also cause I like to tease him daily: the key gets a bit closer to the cage each day until his release

I like to always touch his cage as a reminder of who is in control.

Hey everyone! I just wanted to share a personal milestone and the unexpected journey it's taken me on. Two months ago, my husband and I decided to embark on a bit of an experiment – he's been "pussy free" for this duration, and it's been quite the revelation. Firstly, let me clarify: this isn't about deprivation or punishment. It's about power dynamics, control, and the unexpected benefits it's brought to our relationship. From the outset, my husband was on board with the idea. Sure, there were moments of hesitation and curiosity about how it would play out, but we were both willing to explore. And oh boy, has it been a journey. I've found myself feeling more in control, not in a domineering or manipulative way, but in a way that's allowed me to tap into my own desires and assert myself more confidently within our relationship dynamic. It's like discovering a new facet of myself that I didn't fully realize was there. But it's not just about control – it's about intimacy too. There's something incredibly intimate about the act of denying someone, of being the gatekeeper to their desires, humiliating them. And surprisingly, it's brought us closer. The tension, the anticipation, the negotiation – it's all added layers of depth to our connection. Of course, it hasn't been without its challenges. There are moments when he begs, when the desire is palpable and almost overwhelming. But therein lies the beauty – the power to grant or withhold, to tease and tantalize, to navigate those desires together. What's perhaps most surprising is how conflicts have diminished during this time. Without the distraction of physical intimacy, we've been forced to communicate more openly, to address issues head-on rather than using sex as a band-aid. So here we are, two months in, and I'm feeling more empowered, more connected, and more in love than ever. It's been an unexpected journey, but one I'm grateful for.

This is how cuddling looks now! I smile cause I know how full his balls are yet release is still not on the table

His view as I step on his caged cock and laugh at him and his lack of orgasms

My body exists to be worshipped by beta men!

Yes, orgasms are nice! But what makes me even happier is knowing I can have as many as I want while he hasn't had one in almost 2 months 😍

He needs to get used to watch his owner from below

Getting so close to the 2 months mark and I still don't know how to celebrate it!

Cuddling my locked-up husband. He's mine to tease and deny, a reminder of who holds the power.

My pussy is open for business as usual. Too bad his cock is CLOSED until further notice...

Me: dressed nice and ready to go out him: all naked to show his chastity and submission

Almost 2 months now. Time for release?

Almost 2 months of full chastity for him, and I'm not yet sure when I'll allow him to cum

That's how modern love making in a marriage looks like

I like gently holding his small locked cock like this: it underlines my authority

Final pic of me and my friend laughing at my husband: Our feet is all he can get!