Author: Supple. If you copy the story, please do not remove my name.

This is not the traditional Zity story, but I will submit it anyway!

Chapter 1

Hello. My name is Zelda, and I have decided to write about my relationship with my husband Michael. We are mid-thirties, and our lives have never been what most people would call conventional. But around a year ago, I took it to another level.

How did it begin? Well, we were quite alternative. I teach yoga, and Michael is a therapist. We do yoga together, and we fast regularly. Our love-life was good, I thought, but Michael never took the lead. One day, nearing the end of our yoga session, we were both seated facing each other in bound lotus, with our arms crossed at the back, holding our toes. Our eyes were supposed to be closed, but I opened mine and looked at him. He looked so gentle and open, quite androgynous in fact (he had a very willowy body), but I felt an unease in him. He must have sensed my looking at him, because he opened his eyes.

We looked at each other for a minute, and then I asked him about his unease. I could see that he was finding it very difficult to talk, but eventually he opened up.

It seemed that he wanted me to take more control in our lovemaking, and in our marriage in general. As regards details, none were forthcoming. I hugged him for his honesty, and resolved to investigate possibilities on the Internet.

Predictably, I found things that were unimaginable for me, but I also found stuff about orgasm control, femdom, tease-and-denial, and feminization, which I suspected he might be interested in. My approach would be gentle, and I was aware of the contradiction in this. I would lead him gently into new ways, and he might even think that it was his idea!

My traditional start was panties. I waited till he was separating our newly-dried washing in the bedroom, then walked in naked. In a light-hearted way, I suggested I might wear some of his boxer shorts, and proceeded to wear them. I could see that he was interested, so I suggested he try some of my panties. He did, rather nervously, but I laughed, hugged him, and told him he looked really sexy, and that we should swap more often.

Now for orgasms. I initiated a lovemaking session (yes, he did wear panties for me). I climaxed, be just as he was about to climax, I moved away, suggesting that he might like to wait till next time, then it would be even better. Of course, this was the key question. If he said no, I had no other strategy. But he said yes, and I think he was rather relieved that I had decided this for him.

In fact, this was not an act for me. I really did think that he would get more pleasure out of life if he had more desire, rather than being flat. This is still my view. I desired his desire.

After yoga the next day, I initiated a chat about what he could do to help me get over the reduced lovemaking, and I suggested pleasuring me with oral sex, which he was happy about. I also explained that I could help his reduction in orgasms. Obviously he could masturbate, but I did not want a reduction in his sex drive. Chastity was a difficult option I thought. Maybe possible, but I did not want to get into the technology of belts and keys.

I explained that I could pleasure him in a way that we could both enjoy. It would take a bit of practice, but I was sure we could do it.

In fact, this was something I wished to experiment with, based on 'ruined orgasm' methods I had watched on video. Typically, the male is edged, then stimulation is released as an orgasm happens. This is not very satisfying, but does have an effect. Then, the process is repeated till no more ejaculate is produced.

I was going to modify the technique. I would masturbate him, and let go just in time. But I would insist on a dribble, not a spurt - he would need to relax. Then we would stop altogether. That would be it - one dribble only. Because not much semen was released, we could do it daily, and it would be quite quick as well. I would call it 'creaming' in the sense of taking the cream of the top of milk.

I also wanted to take possession of his ejaculate, and I planned to do this by never letting him see it. This was straightforward, surprisingly.

So, at the bound lotus part of our next yoga session, I mentioned that I was going to 'help' him, but first he needed to undo the lotus, and remove his panties. I moved in front of him, and made sure his lotus was secure, that his arms were fully crossed behind his back, and he had a good grip on his toes. He already had an erection. I instructed him to keep his gaze skywards, and under no circumstances to let go of his toes. I did not want his hands to get involved.

I began the creaming by bringing him to the point of ejaculation, asking him to tell me when it was close. Unfortunately, the first few times he had a full ejaculation. I knew this would happen, but I had to express displeasure that he had spoiled our next lovemaking session. However, after a few days he relaxed, and we got what I wanted - a gentle dribble for a few seconds. As soon as this happened, I withdrew all stimulation, even though I knew there was much more ejaculate to come. I instructed him to meditate on the divine female, and try to disperse the sexual energy up his spine.

So, we do this every day. It takes around five minutes. We have a form of sexual contact, he retains most of his semen, and is full of desire for our lovemaking, which is around once a month. Because of the regular nature, he has little need to masturbate, though I don't quiz him on it.

I love him for the way he lets me cream him, and he says he loves me for doing it.

Chapter 2

My name is Zelda, and I'm writing again to describe how our orgasm control work is progressing.

It would probably be useful if you read the earlier account, but briefly, I now 'cream' Michael, by stimulating him, but then letting go just prior to orgasm, so he only dribbles.

Well, the process is now slightly more refined. Michael says he wants to save himself and to demonstrate his self-discipline to me, so we only do the process once a week.

We are also more skilled. I sit him in bound lotus as before, and stimulate him, but we can now arrange that only a very small amount of ejaculate is released. It can be distinguished from other fluids due to the white colour. Michael never sees this, of course. We have also made the process more meditative, and I have instructed him to gaze to his third-eye (between the eyebrows) and to keep the mental focus there as well. He also has to chant 'Shakti - Shakti - Shakti" etc throughout. (Shakti is the goddess of the divine female).

A few weeks ago, something new happened. He asked me if he could 'taste some cream'. I was really surprised, because I knew that most men did not like to do this. Here was shy Michael asking to taste ejaculate!

However, I needed to think about how it fitted with out practice. He was in bound lotus of course, and was not allowed to take his hands from his toes. I would have to feed him, but, as long as he kept his gaze fixed and never saw the ejaculate, this seemed fine.

The next day, we tried it. I explained that he would have to be very disciplined in keeping his gaze fixed. We produced a small amount of ejaculate as normal, then I took it on my finger and placed my finger in his mouth. To help him, I chanted along with him. He licked in a slow, appreciative way.

Later, he told me that he loves the taste, and loves me for allowing him to do it, and for assisting him. He could not do this himself, of course, because the bound lotus pose is non-negotiable for me.

He says I am giving him the taste of chastity, and this is even more important than the stimulation. I feel honoured to be the vehicle for his tasting, and love him even more.

Chapter 3

My name is Zelda, and I'm writing again to describe our advancing techniques.

Earlier, I described my response to Michael's asking to taste his ejaculate, after I creamed him, extracting only the smallest drop.

Though the process seems satisfactory, I know he finds it difficult to 'raise' energy up the spine, away from his genitals. I knew that in yoga, there is talk of metaphorically 'piercing' the chakras, but this was very abstract and unclear to me. I wondered if he had muscular blockages which caused tension in the anal area, and I thought that it was time to try to 'open him up', so to speak.

When I have him meditate in the lotus posture, he is used to sitting on a small block, which provides a small amount of pressure near the perineum, between the genitals and the anus.

I made a similar block, but glued on to it the top of a carefully-chosen plastic bottle. The top was a dome, in the shape of half an egg (the pointed half) and around one inch in diameter. This would be his seat from now on.

Just before his next creaming, when we were both naked, I sat opposite him, and introduced him to his new seat, which I lubricated. I explained about muscular tensions and their relation to energy, and then got him to position his anus over the dome. Unfortunately, I could see that he was tensing, using his thighs and buttocks to avoid letting his full weight onto the dome.

He needed help, so I sat facing him, getting him to lower his gaze. We chanted a complex mantra, so that he would be distracted. I watched his eyes carefully. After around 15 minutes, his eyes suddenly rolled skywards, and he exhaled with a hiss. His anus must have accepted the dome.

This was a shock for him, but a breakthrough, I thought. His anus was now held open and relaxed. We then followed the creaming process.

Discussing this afterwards, Michael said he felt freer in the anal area, and that the seat was welcome, as I knew he would.

We progressed. I made several 'seats', and put them in specific suitable places, such as the foot of our bed, in a sunny window, and under a tree in the garden. From now on, he could not sit just anywhere - it had to be on a special seat, in the lotus position. I relaxed the rule about the lotus being bound, because he was adopting the pose more often, and I was considerate of his knees.

At the same time, I increased the creaming to every alternate day but, to compensate for this, we tried to reduce the cream. As you may recall, he had to gaze skyward, and was not allowed to catch sight of his ejaculate. Because of this, I needed to give him feedback. 'Five' meant his normal amount, whereas 'six', 'seven' etc meant more. 'Ten' was way too much. However, to reinforce smaller amounts, I would say , for example, 'a beautiful two'.

All this was a rough estimate on my part, of course, but over the months the amount did diminish. Sometimes, we managed to produce an amount as small as a drop of rain on a beautiful lotus leaf, which we referred to as a lovedrop.

He said that he loved me for training him, and thought I was becoming a goddess. In return, I loved him for his acceptance, and told him that the next phase would involve more goddess worship.

Chapter 4

My name is Zelda, and here I will explain the procedure I used for controlling Michael's eyes.

You might wonder why I thought we ought to do this. The reason is that we were using yoga and meditative techniques to enhance the spiritual side of our relationship. I was working on Michael to create more sexual energy within him and to help him channel this energy upwards. Once a month, we experienced explosive lovemaking, but I knew that more intensity was possible.

A simple enhancement was to increase the creaming to once a day, at 6 a.m, continuing to congratulate him for the production of a very small 'lovedrop' of semen.

A more radical area was that of him seeing me naked. I should explain that we live in a warm climate, and nakedness (being 'skyclad') was not unusual for us. However, I felt strongly that he should only see me naked when I wished it, and that the main time should be the monthly lovemaking. I thought deeply about this, trying to come up with a spiritual approach, rather than simply telling him not to look at me. This was what I decide.

I explained to him that I loved him to look at me when I was skyclad, but that it was a sacred act, and should be planned properly. When I wanted him to not look, I would kiss his third-eye point. That was the instruction that he had to gaze towards his third-eye, hence could not see me. I would kiss him again to allow him to gaze normally.

Obviously, this could only be done when he was seated. If he was walking around the house, I tried to avoid dressing in a provocative way.

As I hoped, Michael said he understood, and this fitted in with the goddess-worship he had been considering.

This is how the creaming process was modified. He sat on his anal seat, and, still clothed, I kissed his third-eye lovingly. Then I stripped, and we spent around 10 minutes obtaining a small amount of ejaculate. Immediately afterwards, I did naked yoga in front of him, reciting the names of the poses in Sanskrit. He could not see me of course, but could hear my movements and breathing. I could see him, and noted that he was erect throughout, which was beneficial. Afterwards, I dressed, then kissed his third-eye to allow him to gaze normally.

In our following discussion, he said it was incredibly difficult to concentrate on raising energy away from the genitals, but he wished to persevere. Yes, he did glance occasionally for a split-second, but would try to improve.

He loved me for providing the experience, and I loved him for his devotion.

Chapter 5

I now need to explain about the language I adopted for orgasm scheduling, but first, let me explain why I needed some new words. Michael was being creamed once daily, and once a month we made love. However, in the days approaching lovemaking, he became unfocused and indisciplined, due to the certainty of making love, and his orgasm.

He was quite honest about this, and interested in my enhancements. I introduced two inscribed metal pendants, and a metal lingam (penis). The were all inscribed with tantric images of temple dancers, and has a special significance for us. I explained that we were to treat the two-sided pendants like coins. Flipping them could produce four combinations, but for now we would only use one, giving a 50:50 chance.

I explained that if a certain side faced up, he would have the wonderful opportunity to conserve his energy for the future. If face-down, we would make love in our normal manner. Note the use of words. I did not use 'denial', which has negative connotations. I went for such words as 'conserve', 'preserve', which were positive, in an attempt to make each option equally attractive. As many know, conserving orgasms has indeed got benefits.

Here is how it worked. A day prior to lovemaking, we flipped a pendant. He then had the night to meditate on what was to happen the next day. Whatever the outcome, I tried to find positive words, such as 'I love you when you save yourself for me'.

When making love, he could place his penis in my vagina, but had to withdraw when getting close to orgasm. We waited till his erection vanished. This was then repeated a second time. The third time, we either both orgasmed, or he brought me to orgasm with the inscribed lingam.

Of course, the randomness was not yes - no - yes - no. Sometimes he went three months without orgasm, and our use of language helped.

I loved him for his discipline, and he loved me for helping him to conserve.

Chapter 6

These are the final notes on our procedures for a while, we are reaching a steady state, and no major changes will be introduced for some time. Here, I'll mention the current regime, and possibilities we are considering.

First some minor changes. Michael does not need to sit on his special anal seats now. He has been anally awakened, and it is more convenient for both of us if he sits anywhere, on a plain surface.

I now cream him at 6 a.m and 6 p.m. Thus, the stimulation is regular and frequent. We think that the meditation that goes along with this is making him slightly psychic - he senses when I am going to phone, or enter the house.

The one-monthly lovemaking sessions had a 50:50 chance of proceeding to his orgasm. At Michael's suggestion, our tantric pendants - 'dice' - are used to give him a 25% chance, so he gets to conserve more often.

This then has been the regime for the past year. There are two things I am considering. First, as you may recall, I kiss him on his third-eye point to request that he gazes at it. This means that he never sees his ejaculate. (He has no need to, as we regard it like saliva or sweat, unimportant, simply a measure of what is happening internally.) We are experimenting with him averting his eyes from his penis - so that he never looks at it. Sitting down to pee helps, and when he is naked, I can direct him to gaze upwards.

Secondly, the problem of nocturnal emissions. He is a good man under great stimulation, so there is no blame attached. But they are weakening, and release as much ejaculate as does a month of careful creaming. We are investigating lucid dreaming as a way of preventing them, and this is looking promising, because emissions have halved so far.

Finally, I wish to stress that most of our regime is a joint venture. The combination of regular stimulation and conservation has made Michael more loving, energised, and creative.

Chapter 7

More from Zelda. For a year now, we have been carrying-out creaming and conventional sex, though at infrequent intervals. New things have been happening though. I have been attending a new yoga class, for women only. I don't want to mention the sect, but it has a direct lineage to teachings used in Indian temples.

Part of the class involves meditation on a small stone 'lingam' (representing creation, the penis), and our lingam is said to be hundreds of years old. This lingam is loaned out to members for home use from time to time.

The ancient texts we use mention the preservation of semen, and even nocturnal emissions were not considered good for the male. I had also been reading on BDSM sites about permanent chastity, and found that the idea of having to 'flush the pipes' from time to time was not universally accepted.

After an intense talk to the leader of our group - a very dominant lady - I drew up some new proposals for Michael, to enhance our spiritual lives.

The next day, he was ready for his usual creaming, expecting to be stimulated to produce the tiniest drop of ejaculate. Instead, I explained about my spiritual wishes, and he was supportive in principle. On the practical side, he was more unsure. I said that he was to adopt permanent chastity, no creamings or stimulation from me, and no conventional sex. I would guide him in more meditations to handle the sexual energy. I would also allow him to see me naked during part of our practices.

He was clearly interested as I spelled out the benefits.

Rather than giving him ages to think it over, I explained that we would now do the new meditation as given to be by the yoga sect.

I placed the stone lingam between us, as a focus for meditation. We were both naked, and in bound lotus, as normal. Normally, he had a powerful erection. After 15 minutes, he had to perform 'penis sitting', by pushing his flaccid penis underneath his body, so that its tip was near his anus. The testicles had to be carefully positioned on each side. This seemed not to be uncomfortable but, with body weight on the penis, there was no chance of erection. It was also totally hidden from view. In a sense, we were replacing it with the stone lingam, which we were both to meditate on.

I then allowed him to lower his gaze from the 3rd eye, and move the stone lingam towards my genitalia. At a distance of an inch, had to tell him to stop. The sensations were overpowering, better than an orgasm, and it would not be possible to move the lingam closer. We remained in this alignment for around 15 minutes, until I became exhausted. Finally we meditated on our experience for another 15 minutes.

I was uncertain how this would work for Michael but he assured me that it was powerful for him, even though he was sitting on his penis and using a stone lingam as substitute. He even requested to join the yoga group, but I explained that it was female-only, but I would ask the leader about this.

I now explained the minor details of our transition. The chastity was to be 100% complete, and this meant that when he slept - the only time when he was not in control - he would have to wear a chastity belt to prevent nocturnal emissions. In a way, this was annoying for us both, because they only happened once every few months. But 100% chastity was the rule.

Our lives are now full of joy. His permanent chastity produces lots of creative energy, and my experiences with the stone lingam are overwhelming. As regards his attending my female yoga group, I was told that it was unlikely, but one minimum condition was that he could meditate opposite me (naked) for an hour, with penis free, and have no sign of an erection. We both thought that this was unlikely!