Long-term erection prohibition by Christine and I

I seem

to have been on a parallel path with Christine on this issue. The last time my bitch had an erection that was gripped by me was in August. Since then he has not had an erection of any sort except briefly in mid-November, (not gripped at all), but squashed under the sole of my shoe for about a minute until he spurted his filth. He has not had an erection since and I told him in mid-November he would not be getting an erection until at the earliest, the calendar year of 2023. I told him at the same time that he would not be getting to cum until at the earliest, 31 March 2023. I have since told him it may be there will be no erection for him until he does get to cum.

There have been a number of serious step-changes since August, including that his thrashings, often just because I feel like giving one, are on a new scale of cruelty. I have almost finished Journal 21, (Already), such are the changes I wish to describe in fine detail.

The combination of these step-changes AND him being erection-free have brought me the most sexually satisfying time of my life. Imagine that, after over 20 years of marriage! Many huge orgasms, arrived at VERY quickly indeed each time. His orgasm-free condition, is combining with his erection-free state to remove all sexual compensation for his very considerable suffering and drudgery. I feel like he is a REAL slave. I feel incredibly liberated and totally powerful, and this feeling is very arousing indeed. I could not have imagined the effect the current regimen would have on me.

1. His chastity tube and the means of ‘torment.
2. Images of bodies from the web, just like mine.

I hold his little pink chastity tube and I tap it with my fingernails as I tell him he no longer has a sex organ. All he has is a little tube of flesh that transports urine from his body. I think about this each time I am reaching an orgasm. And also, I tell him I adore this new arrangement and he needs to be very worried indeed.

He appears to be in the most conflicted state of mind. On the one hand, it is clear he is in awe of me like never before. There is no doubt about that. On the other hand, he is desolate and despondent, AND frightened; he truly does not know of what I am now capable. (And nor do I !) And he is so, so, so sexually desperate and frustrated!

So I felt the need to detail the above before providing Christine”s account below:

Christine’s account

Scarlet 

I wrote this a while ago and thought you might like to publish it. 

When I decided David would go erection free, I determined there would be no half-measures and no change of heart. He has been assured that, outside of his two one-minute releases each year, he will never ever have an erection. He continues to plead his bitter distress at this, politely of course! I really enjoy hearing his pleas, it brings me more pleasure knowing he is suffering so immensely.  

This has meant that I had to resolve how I could keep severely punishing his defect. My Victorian liniment had been wonderfully effective in ensuring his reverence, obedience, and the completion of his chores to my exacting standards. Unfortunately, it is not easy to apply this liquid to a flaccid penis. Some online research and a visit to my local natural health store, has enabled me to create a cream version. Amusingly, one site noted, “Herbal ointments are fun to make.” 

I finalised on a light cream base that rapidly penetrates deep into the skin. This is a blend of shea butter, beeswax, sweet almond oil, rose water, and lavender oil, to which I add a generous amount of the liquid extracts required to generate the fiery heat. The lavender oil provides a pleasant fragrance that masks the torturous intent of the cream. Poor David has to help me make the cream too. 

Prior to the application of the cream, he is iced, an unpleasant experience in itself. When his defect is suitably numbed and shrivelled, I don surgical gloves and release it from its cage. I then scoop up a generous portion of the cream and liberally smear it over his shrunken defect, briskly and methodically kneading it well into the wilted flesh. Working briskly, I repeat this a couple of times to ensure a lovely deep coating is applied.  

I pay particular attention to the sensitive head, making sure it gets plenty of salve really well rubbed in. If I want to deliver a more salutary message, I will push a little of the cream into the eye, squeeze it tightly closed, and firmly knead the knob between my forefinger and thumb. His defect then goes straight back into its tiny steel prison! It is out of its cage for less than 3-minutes. The prior ice bath ensures it has no chance of erecting in such a short time frame. A light smear is all that is required to create paroxysms of pain, but I like to deliver a sterner lesson. 

Since it has been numbed, it does mean that it takes a little longer for the warmth to come through. I much prefer this, as it gives him more time to worry about it. I usually leave him alone with his thoughts, while I make myself a cup of tea. This provides a lonely, angst-ridden few minutes for him, fretting over the dire pain that will all too soon come roasting in. 

By the time I return with my cuppa, his face will be starting to take on a familiar look of apprehension, indicating that the first gentle wisps of warmness are just starting to make an appearance. It’s such a wonderful contrast, my relaxed bearing, sipping my tea, while he trembles at what it is happening. I then look forward to the look of sheer panic that soon graces his face as the warmth starts to become increasingly unpleasant! In next to no time, he is wriggling and shaking his head from side to side as the heat inexorably waxes forth. 

Then comes the whimpering, his face creasing up in pain, while his body starts to strain against his bonds. This quickly evolves into intense groaning, squealing, wailing, and finally full-on shrieking, as he now tenses forcefully and jerks against his bonds, indicating his defect is being suitably well broiled. This extreme agony will continue for a good two-hours. To give a small idea of how severe this is, he still begs me to go back to using Linnex!  

It turns out that the fact that the cream is applied to a flaccid penis makes the experience even worse for David. When we first introduced Deep Heat treatments, and later Linnex treatments, he always begged me to never apply them unless he was fully erect. I had always obliged him. Being erect prior to application helped him cope better, by providing the mental stimulus and submissive kick to move himself into deep sub-space. There was also the brief pleasure felt while it was being rubbed in, though the price paid for this was most extreme! Now he experiences nothing but unbearable pain. I have assured him I will never again be ‘rewarding’ him with a gratuitous erection for any misbehaviour that has earned him a ‘creaming’. 

His fear of the cream ensures he rarely fails to meet my demanding standards. He probably only earns an application once every six to eight weeks or so. Mind you, that makes it far more frequent than his releases!  

What this means is that for most minor infractions of my rules or expectations, he will be punished by other means, most usually by corporal punishment. This is not to be taken lightly. Punishments are always severe, he will still be reduced to tears, and he will be left in great discomfort for some time afterwards. After all, punishments are meant to deter future misbehaviour. Luckily for me, David has a low pain threshold. However, he is always aware, that I might just as easily decide to punish him with my herbal cream, even for a minor offence. This keeps him striving for excellence at all times and keeps him under great duress to perform. 

For example, recently I noticed one of my blouses had been put away in my wardrobe, despite it having a tiny crease. I know most of my friends, my sister, would never have worried about this, and nobody would have noticed it if I had worn the blouse, since it would have been concealed by my jacket. That is irrelevant though, I will not accept the slightest imperfection. For something so minor, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, after castigating him for his laziness, he would be caned. On this occasion, he received a dose of my herbal cream. He was bereft! 

He might also receive the cream if I set a deadline by which a laborious task must be completed, and he failed to meet the deadline. This ensures he works super hard. 

He so wishes he had never asked me to develop an ‘ultimate deterrent’! I love to remind him how, when we first met, he asked me to find a punishment, “that is so terrifying, I will do absolutely anything to avoid it. That way, I know I simply must do whatever you demand of me.” It took me twelve years, but we are well and truly there now!  

It is beyond amazing how hard he will strive to complete the most onerous and physically demanding of tasks, no matter how much his muscles are aching, or how exhausted or bored to tears he might be. He knows he has no choice but to keep going and push through any barriers of pain and tedium. And believe me, I have set him some very onerous and tedious tasks! 

The cream provides an exceptionally traumatic and torturous experience, that leaves him mentally and physically exhausted for a day or so afterwards. I might add that, despite his exhaustion, he is always put to work right after his ‘therapy’, unless of course he is creamed at the end of the day. There is no compassion in our household.  

Despite his erection free life, I do still pander to his fetishes, as I feel the effects these have on his mind, exciting, enthralling, and teasing him, serve to increase his frustration. I feel, that to see something that provokes and turns him on, while he is unable to do anything about gratifying his basal urges and not even gain an erection, must be so much worse than being kept totally sexless, without stimulation. To see him yearning and craving but denied an erection is joyous for me.  

I also far prefer to have him please me with his tongue, rather than use a stimulator of any type. I like the physical warmth, the human contact, the total power exchange it brings, and the variations he can deliver as I direct him. I know it pleases him to feel me orgasm, and I like the idea that he receives that vicarious mental reward, but zero physical pleasure.  

He has been taught to spend the time needed to be a most proficient lover, without any thought or expectations for his own physical pleasure. Since he is not distracted by an erection anymore, which by his own confessions, gave him physical pleasure and side-tracked his attention; he can now focus all his thoughts and actions exclusively on bringing me to multiple, massive orgasms. This is not easy for him. It takes time, patience, concentration, stamina, and a great deal of physical exertion. By the time I am sated, the muscles of his tongue, jaw, neck, and shoulders are aching.  He is of course not allowed to ‘gratuitously’ touch my body, unless invited to do so. E.g., If I am wearing a silk nightgown, he can but imagine the slinky feel of it, because his default policy is ‘hands-off’. He must not caress my body through it. After all, I dress in items that meet his fetish desires in order to tease him, not please him! To make his erection-free existence harder (excuse the pun). Despite all this, he remains in awe of my harshness and lack of compassion.

All the best for the New Year

Christine

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My Journal No. 20.