Female led relationships discussion

Hi there,

I’m Zoe, a lifestyle femdom wife based in London, UK, living with my submissive husband. He gets teased and denied regularly, and naturally stays locked in his CB3000 almost all day long.

If you’re on the Informed Consent forum here in the UK, many people there know me IRL, so feel free to look me up. I enjoy writing stories about our daily life together, and I wanted to share one of them with you now.

I also have a small personal website where you can see more:

Anyway, here is the story. It was quite popular on IC, so I hope you enjoy it.. To properly tease my subby husband, tying him to our bed and removing his CB while I work on his cock myself is ideal. I take him to the edge as often as I please before stopping to do something else fun for him, like tickling him mercilessly until he can barely breathe, digging my fingernails into the soles of his feet, or making him lick the precum from my hands. Or I might just leave him there while I carry on with other business, such as taking phone calls or working in my home office.

However, this level of attention is quite labor-intensive for me, so I sometimes like to have him tease himself. He rarely gets to touch his cock since he’s usually tied or handcuffed when the CB comes off during a TD session. But occasionally, I enjoy watching him take himself right to the edge a few times in front of me. For this, I make him strip and lie on the wooden floor near our sofa. Usually, I dress him up nicely, like with one of my stockings, and always attach some clothes pegs to his nipples. After removing his CB, I tell him to hold his cock.

I sit on the sofa, take off my shoes, and dangle my bare feet over his face. Then, only when I give permission (and not before), he is allowed to wank. He has strict orders to report back to me as soon as he starts feeling close. On one occasion, he failed to signal that he was near the edge and had an unauthorized orgasm. His life became a living hell for months afterward, so he’s very motivated to avoid repeating that mistake.

I’ll have him take himself really close up to six times. I can tell how close he is getting by watching his balls swell and seeing him ooze precum, along with the writhing. He isn’t allowed to ask or beg for release unless granted permission, so my poor husband just has to grit his teeth. When he tells me he’s near the edge, I order him to remove his hands. He gets to lick my soles, which he does with frantic passion. Meanwhile, I use my other foot to tease his swollen cock and balls.

Usually, by this time, I am getting hot myself as well. At that point, I have him kneel up between my legs until his head is positioned just right, allowing me to reach a wonderful, shattering orgasm. After I’ve finished, he kisses my toes and begs for release while I compose myself again and bask in the afterglow. I love hearing and feeling him groveling at my feet for permission to come. Sometimes he even cries. I almost feel sorry for him, but his response to strict treatment is so good, and his attentiveness over the following days and weeks is excellent that being lenient would do us both a dis-service.

Sometimes I allow him one free minute. If he can finish in that time, well, fair enough. The catch is that he must use only the middle finger of his left hand and wank like a girl; using small light circles over the head of his cock. It’s hysterical to watch: there he lies in his stockings, covered in precum and sweat, fumbling furiously with just one finger on his wrong arm. I place both my bare feet firmly on his face and carefully count down from 60, ensuring he gets exactly one minute without a second more. However, I don’t let him use this privilege too often because I don’t want him to get the knack of making himself come quite so easily.

He has confessed later that using the “one finger wank” method still feels like an unsatisfying orgasm compared to when I grip his cock firmly and allow him to release on his monthly allowance.

Usually, his minute runs out without a squirt. If his erection hasn’t subsided after half an hour, I put an ice pack on his “manhood”—a word that always brings a smile to my face—before popping him back into the CB. Then he spends the rest of the evening at my disposal, finishing his never-ending list of chores or acting as a human footstool while I watch TV, read, or chat with girlfriends on the phone. Any obvious signs of displeasure from him, like whinging, result in having his swollen balls covered in Ralgex; so he is usually quiet as a mouse!

Enjoy! Mistress Zoe