For some, marriage means a dwindling sex life and an ominous sense of eternal monotony. My husband has quite the opposite issues to worry about. I've been slowly moulding him into my perfect, masochistic little slave since the day we met. Now that he's legally bound to me, the real training begins. I am the sole gatekeeper to his junk now and he knows he won't be getting any pleasure from me until he jumps through all my twisted hoops.

His first task is to learn how to cum solely by having his balls paddled. I told him what I expected and locked his cock up when he cried, I wore do...

For some, marriage means a dwindling sex life and an ominous sense of eternal monotony. My husband has quite the opposite issues to worry about. I've been slowly moulding him into my perfect, masochistic little slave since the day we met. Now that he's legally bound to me, the real training begins. I am the sole gatekeeper to his junk now and he knows he won't be getting any pleasure from me until he jumps through all my twisted hoops.

His first task is to learn how to cum solely by having his balls paddled. I told him what I expected and locked his cock up when he cried, I wore down his will until he finally begged me to beat his balls. Music to my ears! And boy does he do a great job, all those days in chastity come bursting through when I keep a nice rhythmic pace on his balls, laughing in delight as he struggles so hard to enjoy this utterly disatisfying ruined orgasm.

Now kiss your new bride, hunny! xo