Jess Franco’s “Venus in Furs”

Directed by: Jess Franco 

Starring: James Darren,

Barbara McNair,

Maria Rohm,

Klaus Kinski,

Dennis Price,

Margaret Lee

 Released: 1969 

Language: English 

Length: 86 minutes

The first movie I ever reviewed for the e-zine Predominant (February 2005) was the 1994 Dutch film version (dubbed in English) of the Sacher-Masoch classic novel “Venus in Furs”. Some time had passed before I received any feedback about that review however a gentleman wrote me, a self-proclaimed film connoisseur and an equal lover of cinema (especially independent films), to inform me that he had purchased a copy of the movie based on my lukewarm (3 stars) recommendation.  

Upon watching the film, he only gave the movie 2 stars at best and he mailed me his copy of the 1969 Jess Franco version of “Venus in Furs”. This gentleman was a fan of Jess Franco comparing his style of film making to that of David Lynch with his usage of dreams and dream-like imagery within his works. David Lynch’s “Mulholland Drive” is one of my all-time favorite films, therefore I was eager to observe Jess Franco’s version of “Venus in Furs”. I considered reviewing it for Predominant but since I had already reviewed the Victor Nieuwenhuijs and Maartje Seyferth’s Dutch version, I decided to watch Franco’s film version purely for my own personal enjoyment.  

As I viewed the film, my first though was “this movie has nothing to do with Sacher-Masoch’s book” which disappointed me and probably prevented me from being totally objective about the overall quality of the film. The DVD had some nice extras, including an interview with Jess Franco about the movie, but I must confess that I never bothered to watch any of the extras at that time. I mailed the movie back to the gentleman who so kindly loaned it to me, and I gave him what was at the time my honest opinion of the film, including expressing my disappointment that Franco used the title “Venus in Furs” when the plot had nothing at all in common with the Sacher-Masoch book.  

Now fast forward several years later. I was seeking possible movies to review and I came across Jess Franco’s film “Succubus” on Amazon. The premise looked very promising; 

“Janine Reynaud plays Lorna, the star of an underground nightclub's Grand Guignol theater who harbors a dark, haunting secret. She performs elaborate S/M fantasies nightly with a bound naked couple before she pretends to kill them, but she's losing her grip on reality. Dreams, flashbacks, and erotic fantasies blur with her waking world and pretty soon she's murdering her sexual partners for real... or is she? The answer may have something to do with a furtive stranger on the fringes of her consciousness and a plot to drive her insane, but it's hard to tell for sure. Sexploitation master Jess Franco creates an alienated but gorgeous vision of the decadent grotesque-chic world of European high society with oblique camera angles, distorted images, and disorienting editing, turning a kinky erotic thriller into a heady (if abstract) psychological fantasy.” 

This synopsis rekindled my interest in Jess Franco, therefore I decided to order both movies. I viewed “Succubus” first but I didn’t care for it. Then with much hesitation, I forced myself to pop the “Venus in Furs” DVD into my player. Since I had seen the movie a few years prior, the first thing I watched was the Jess Franco interview. This gave me an entirely new perspective on the movie, and a new respect for Franco as a filmmaker. 

Jess Franco is a big lover of jazz. Franco’s original title of his “Venus in Furs” movie was supposed to be “Black Angel”. Franco loves to talk with jazz musicians and one time he was having a casual conversation with jazz musician Chet Baker and Baker shared with Franco how he will often gain his inspiration from someone in the audience, usually a woman, and he will focus on her while he performs.  

Franco wanted to make a movie about a black trumpet player who is inspired by an attractive white woman he sees during one of his performances. His idea for the film was to have the musician fall for the woman yet she is both mysterious and elusive as she comes in and out of the clubs where he performs. Franco wanted the jazz music to be the core of the film, while his trademark dream-like sequences portrayed the erotic nature of the interracial romance between the trumpet player and the mysterious woman.  

When he pitched his idea to film producer Harry Alan Towers, Towers informed Franco that in order to get the funding to shoot the film, Commonwealth United had several conditions. They wanted the film to have the title “Venus in Furs” and the female character had to be shown wearing furs throughout the film and that image had to be on the movie poster and in the trailers.

 

 

Obviously Commonwealth United wanted to capitalize on the budding submissive nature of man and figured a film with the same title as the famous Sacher-Masoch novel would increase box-office sales. One wonders why not just make the Sacher-Masoch book into a movie but I guess back in 1969, showing a woman whipping a man was still considered controversial, therefore they decided to tease but not please its submissive male targeted audience.  

Another problem the studio had with Franco’s story was his idea about a black trumpet player having sex with a white woman. They wanted to eventually market this movie to international markets, including America, and they felt this was also a taboo subject. Franco relented and re-wrote the film to incorporate these changes while still holding true to his idea about the jazz music being the core of the film.

Franco commissioned the popular British rhythm and blues band, Manfred Mann, to do the soundtrack and in order to conform to the studio’s wishes he decided to make the male lead a white trumpet player who has a sexual relationship with a black female jazz singer (reversing the interracial dynamics of his original idea). In a sign of the times of where society was morally in 1969, the producers of the movie had no problem with scenes of a white man in bed with a black woman but they were dead set against showing a black man in bed with a white woman. Franco decided to split the persona of his original idea of the female lead into two women and have the trumpet player romantically involved with a black jazz singer, yet he falls for a mysterious woman, a white woman named Wanda who would be the Venus (adorned) in furs, the way the movie studio demanded.  

Franco cast former teen idol and American actor James Darren (“Gidget”, “Guns of Navarone”) for the lead character, Jimmy. At first Franco thought Darren’s boyish good looks and conservative image was not a good fit for the role. However, when Franco learned that Darren was a gifted trumpet player in real life who personally knew Chet Baker, he gave Darren the role, as Franco was convinced that Darren could channel Chet Baker in his portrayal of the trumpet player. Franco also cast talented singer Barbara McNair as Rita and sexy Maria Rohm as Wanda. For the supporting roles Franco went with two actors that were regulars in many of his movies, the always controversial Klaus Kinski and the talented British actor Dennis Price.  

With the required studio changes in place, the story follows trumpet player Jimmy Logan as he falls in love with Wanda Reed, a woman whom he saw once at a cocktail party where he was performing. The movie begins with the opening credits showing a partially naked Maria Rohm in a fur coat while she seductively smokes a cigarette.

 

 

The movie opens with Jimmy playing his trumpet along a beach in Istanbul, Turkey when Wanda’s body washes up on shore. Although she is dead, he has a revelation that she is a woman he had recently met at a party.  

In a flashback, we see Jimmy performing at a cocktail party (whose guests are what Jimmy refers to as the ‘Riviera Greek Island crowd’) when he notices Wanda (entering the room wearing a fur coat) and he is immediately attracted to her. He tries to make his way over to meet her during a break but Wanda is also being seduced by a woman, Olga (Margaret Lee), a fashion photographer. Wanda is approached by a millionaire playboy, Ahmed (Klaus Kinski) and she begins to kiss him (giving us the impression that the party is being held at his house and he was the one who invited Wanda to his party).  

Ahmed leads Wanda to a dark room where he watches as Olga and an older wealthy socialite, Percival (Dennis Price), rape Wanda and engage in unconsenual sadomasochistic sex. Jimmy follows Wanda and watches the unusal sexual encounter unfold from a distance as Olga whips Wanda into submission. Wanda screams and rolls around on the floor trying unsuccessfully to escape the bite of Olga’s bullwhip while Ahmed and Percival watch. Olga than kneels down on the floor and kisses Wanda while Percival violates her by touching her body all over from her waist down. Ahmed watches (and when we see close-ups of his face, we also see flashbacks of Ahmed in a turbin, as if he may have been reincarnated from a past life). Ahmed takes a knife and cuts Wanda’s body, drawing blood. He sucks on her wounds while Olga continues to kiss her and Percival continues to rub his hands all over her legs and exposed thighs. Unbeknownst to them, Jimmy watches this unfold but assumes it is consensual and therefore doesn’t intervene.

 

 

But once the film moves away from his flashback and he is back looking at Wanda’s dead body on the beach, along with noticing the knife marks still fresh in her flesh, Jimmy realizes she was murdered that night and he laments not having prevented it.  

The movie switches to a later time, in Rio de Janeiro, where Jimmy is performing in a club along with his lover Rita (Barbara McNair), a black female jazz singer. While he looks around the room to seek his muse for the evening (a la Chet Baker) Jimmy sees a woman who looks just like Wanda (wearing a fur coat). Jimmy is in love with Rita but he is infatuated with Wanda.  

Jimmy follows Wanda back to her hotel but while he is trying to find her, Franco blurs the movie, making us wonder if what follows is real or a dream. Next we see Jimmy in bed with Wanda making love to her.The movie becomes a series of flashbacks and dream sequences where we see Jimmy falling in love with Wanda and Wanda taking revenge on the three people who killed her. At the same time, we see Jimmy trying to maintain his real-time relationship with Rita. But the real star of the movie is the jazz music, courtesy of Manfred Mann, and there is more music on display here than dialogue.

 

 

In a classic Franco mode of operation, nothing is making sense to Jimmy as he wanders through the carnival in Rio, and the narrative structure of the film serves to hide the truth (whatever that may be) from the audience. We never know more than Jimmy and trying to follow a plot in a Franco movie is folly as it jumps all over and we’re not totally sure what is a flashback to an actual event, what is a dream, and what is reality.  

We know that Jimmy is haunted by the memory of the dead Wanda, a memory so strong with love and lust that he manages to somehow manifest her, and she becomes the catalyst for the events in the film. There is, of course, the revenge subplot that plays out amidst the romantic haunting. It is within this subplot that balances out the "non -Franco" elements of the film, creating the dichotomy of the personal film Franco wanted to make and the public film the studio wanted to promote. But it's not just a generic subplot to pad the runtime and sell to international markets, rather, this subplot is vital to the success of the film because Franco’s idea for “Black Angel”, while entertaining for the art and the music, would have been a very dull movie.  

It is the subplot of the mysterious Wanda coming back from the dead to kill those who killed her that allows Franco’s trademark of “surrealism”within film to work in “Venus in Furs”. Wanda just doesn’t kill for revenge but she seduces her victims the way they had seduced her and it is through eroticism that she captures them, as if they submit to her revenge willingly, and in this Wanda discovers that all three of her soon-to-be-victims are in fact in love with her. Wanda always shows up in her fur coat prior to extracting her revenge. She dominates all three sexually and psychologically and they enjoy being dominated by Wanda, even though they realize it will end in their demise. Wanda sexually teases Percival but he is not sure if she is real or a ghost. He goes mad and suffers a heart-attack.  

Olga has a lesbian relationship with Wanda, not realizing who she is, but once she discovers her scars, overcome with guilt, Olga climbs into a bathtub and commits suicide by slashing her wrists with a razor blade, dying slowly while she confesses her love for Wanda.  

Then there is Ahmed. Wanda returns to Istanbul and wearing her signature fur coat, she enters a Palace and walks in on Ahmed who is laying down dressed in a turbin. 

He recognizes her and tells her a story about how a long time ago, in this very Palace, a Sultan (Ahmed) ruled who had many wives and even more slave girls. He became enamored with a new slave girl (Wanda) and to secure her favor, he granted the girl the opportunity to rule over him for twenty-four hours. The slave would be the Master, and the Master would be the slave.  

The slave girl had the Sultan’s headcover removed and burned. She ordered all of his guards and servants out of the chambers except a few selected slave girls and one slave boy. She had the Sultan bound in chains, hanging by his wrists, and knowing that the Sultan desired her, she made love to the slave boy while forcing the humiliated Sultan to watch. We don’t see the slave boy’s face but he has black hair and could possibly be Jimmy in another life.  

After the slave girl is done with the slave boy, time passes and we see her entering the chamber again where the Sultan is all alone, hanging by his wrists. We are left to wonder, is this still the story of the slave girl and the Sultan? Or are we now seeing Ahmed and Wanda back in current times?  

Wanda proceeds to tease the strung-up Ahmed, acting as if she is going to have sex with him, only to keep pulling away time and time again, driving him mad until he finally dies, perhaps from being bound in that position for twenty-fours hours or perhaps from suffering a heart attack.

 

All three deaths makes us wonder, did they all die from guilt? Did Wanda really come back and haunt them as a ghost or were they merely haunted by her memory? Did Percival fantasize that Wanda was there teasing him when he died of a heart attack? Was Olga all alone the night she slit her wrists, driven by guilt? Did Ahmed string himself up by his wrists and fantasize that Wanda was cuckolding him and teasing him when he died from the exertion of his self-induced bondage? Or was the ghost of Wanda real and she killed them all? 

The movie cuts back to Jimmy. Rita has left him and he is in Istanbul with Wanda. The police want to talk with him. The Captain shows Jimmy a picture of a blonde woman who is wanted for questioning in two murders, one there in Istanbul and one in Rio. When the Captain asks Jimmy the name of his female companion, he tells him her name is Wanda Reed. The Captain doesn’t believe Jimmy because Wanda Reed died two years ago, her body having washed up on an Istanbul beach. Jimmy tells the police he will go get the woman in his hotel room and prove to them that Wanda Reed is still alive. Once Jimmy retreives Wanda from his room, he tries to help her escape from the police. There is a car chase scene and when Jimmy comes to a stop, Wanda runs out of the car. Jimmy runs after her and the film goes into a creepy Twilight-Zonish mode where the screen turns different colors and we see Jimmy chasing Wanda as if he is in a dream. Then we see flashbacks of Ahmed, Percival and Olga staring at Wanda’s dead body as if they had just murdered her the night of the cocktail party.  

The movie cuts back to Jimmy, without the weird colors, and he runs into a grave yard where he comes across Wanda Reed’s tombstone.  

The final scene shows us Jimmy walking along the same shore where he found Wanda’s body, playing his trumpet, when he sees another body washing up on shore. This time it is the body of a man. When he turns the body over, he sees that he is the dead man, dressed as he was the night of the cocktail party. Jimmy then makes the statement that he’s been dead the entire time.  

So, did the same three people who killed Wanda also kill Jimmy because he was a witness to their bizarre sex scene and this movie was meant to be his final consciousness prior to dying? Or was the entire movie merely a bizarre dream Jimmy was having? Or was it a mixture of dreams, fantasies and reality? In the end, the interpretation is up to the viewer. I can definitely see how after watching this movie, a person might compare Franco to David Lynch.  

Franco’s films are full of what one reviewer referred to as “psychic sex demons”, a kinda unique and sexy “monster”, which is basically a beautiful woman who is possessed by something or someone. Franco’s films often show women withering on the floor as if they are being sexually satisfied by an unseen spirit, both of the Franco films I watched had this common theme.  

In “Succubus” the female sex demon premise didn’t work for me but in “Venus in Furs” it kind of fit because Wanda came across as sophisticated and mysterious and seductive, and we wonder if all of these scenes are merely a figment of Jimmy’s imagination (distraught by guilt of finding a dead woman on the beach) or perhaps merely the result of Jimmy’s sexual fantasies. Thus viewing the demon possessed women in “Succubus” and interpreting it as a male’s sexual fantasy, it works in “Venus in Furs” if we substitute the character Jimmy for the real male author of the fantasy (Jess Franco).  

In his interview on the DVD, Franco said that he hated the bizarre ending of “Venus in Furs” and blamed it on producer Harry Alan Towers. Yet it’s the marriage between Franco and Towers that made this movie Franco’s so-called masterpiece. Just as Lynch stumbled into his masterpiece “Mulholland Drive” when ABC cancelled what was supposed to be a television series and Lynch took what he had filmed and made it into a movie, likewise Franco stumbled into his best film when Commonwealth United forced him to work a woman wearing furs into his dream project of doing a movie about a black trumpet player who is inspired by a white woman he sees in his audience.  

While Franco is not on the same level as Lynch when it comes to film making (in my opinion and I’m sure in the opinion of any serious film student), having watched “Venus in Furs” twice, I’ve come to appreciate the overall quality of this most unusual film.  

Aside from the literal content of the film, much of the greatness of the film comes from it's aesthetics; specifically it's visuals and it's soundtrack. I also really enjoyed Barbara McNair’s title song “Venus in Furs” which she sings at various times throughout the film as well as at the end.

 

 

If you are looking for the Sacher-Masoch novel, don’t be deceived by the title. This film has nothing to do with the 1869 classic. But perhaps it is fitting that exactly 100 years later, Commonwealth United forced Jess Franco to loosely incorporate the Sacher-Masoch character Wanda, a woman adorned in furs, into his movie about a jazz trumpet player. The end result was that Jess Franco, a man known for making movies about lesbian vampires, women in prison, zombies and other sexploitation themes, finally made a movie that is worthy of any serious film aficionado’s collection. 

 

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

 

 

The horrid LFA Paddle

It has been well documented on this blog how I’ve reconnected with my friend Ginger from my ClubFEM days. One of the nice things about having a blog is that on occasion it reconnects me with people from my past. It is always nice to hear from former phone clients, fans of my movie reviews, femdom couples I’ve met and perhaps “played” with in the past, and people from my days in ClubFEM.

Take the other day. I received the following e-mail:

“Ms Kathleen, I was researching Dr. Jane Foxx and came across your wonderful Blog. I came across the many books of Dr. Foxx who it turned out lived not far from me. I have had some familiarity with people in the Columbus area: Miss Erica Kent, Domina Alexandra Snow and Her lovely ladies at Wicked Eden, but had never come across the mysterious Dr. Foxx. Your blog post cleared some of that up.  I continued to read Your blog, fascinated and perhaps even a bit envious of James. And then I came across the picture of the paddle with the holes and the LFA inscription.  

 

You may not remember me but I am the gentleman who made that paddle for you and I'm glad to see it being used. And "yes" I agree with your assessment that it can be a most horrid implement. I've also sent similar implements to Akasha, Club FEM Houston, Ms. Elise Sutton, Miss Erica Kent and Domina Alexandra Snow. The items are not made for sale, simply a creation of love and as gifts for select Ladies. As I look across the living room I see a similar wood paddle in a brass umbrella stand with other such 'tools' (the stand conveniently moved when we have guests).” 
 

Of course I remember this gentleman. It’s been what, ten … eleven years? But I remember him because not only did he inscribe “LFA” on the paddle for “Loving Female Authority” (Elise Sutton’s famous adage) but he also inscribed my name on the paddle.
 

 

And it is indeed a most horrid paddle. In fact, I’ve always used it more as a visual tool. It looks great hanging in the confinement room, perhaps the last thing James sees before I enclose him in total darkness or a constant reminder to him if I happen to discipline him inside the confinement room, the paddle being illuminated with the light of the basement shining through the narrow doorway. It is rare that I actually use that paddle because it packs such a nasty wallop. But I have used it on him so the possibility is always there in his mind, as the paddle just hangs there on one of the hooks.

 

Receiving this e-mail brought the paddle front and center to my mind. So last night, as I was disciplining hubby inside the confinement room (nothing too intense at first, just a little ole attitude adjustment session), after I had dished out some “loving female authority” with a flogger and my short handle riding crop, the paddle caught my attention. I told James about the e-mail I received and we reminisced about the first time I ever used that paddle on him (after all, I had to use it since this gentleman put so much work into making it) and the awful bruises it left on poor hubby’s bottom. I didn’t even hit him very hard with it but I must have given him ten or more smacks that night and it is a heavy paddle and those awful holes had hubby dancing and begging for mercy. It was a lovely memory for me but not so much for James.

Anywho, getting back to last night, after my verbal walk down memory lane, I grabbed the LFA paddle, James was bound against the rubber matted wall, and I told him that I wanted him to take five moderate to hard smacks for me, you know for old time’s sake. He counted them out as I did them very slowly and deliberate. After number five, his very red bottom was quivering a little. I soothed his very warm flesh with some aloe which got me in the mood for some strap-on play. There is something about touching a man’s reddened and warmed ass that makes me want to take him with a strap-on.

 

I chose the purple one and strapped it around my waist.

It was getting very humid inside the confinement room so we retired to my bedroom and did the strap-on session on a comfy bed in a nice, air-conditioned bedroom. The night ended with James orally pleasuring me as he remained denied.

Thanks again to the gentleman who made me the horrid LFA paddle.

An observation about male orgasm denial

It’s been a week since hubby was allowed an orgasm, not once but twice, after being denied for two months. I noticed a definite drop in his enthusiasm for submission last Sunday night, Monday and Tuesday. Don’t get me wrong, he was still the same sweet man and he was respectful toward me but he didn’t seem very interested in femdom interactions of D&S play. In fact, he seemed rather cold as if wasn’t interested in any intimate interaction with me. He also was rather lazy when it came to doing his chores.

Around Wednesday he began to show more fervor and zeal for this lifestyle he has chosen and steered us toward. He was once again controllable via his sex drive. Thus it is my observation that a male who is denied for a prolonged period of time needs a couple of days of down time after he has finally been granted permission to orgasm. Not only does his body need a few days but his mind and emotions need a few days. I will keep this in mind for the next time.

Last night we had a wonderful D&S session. It is stinking hot and humid here today but yesterday it was cloudy and a little cooler. Therefore, I wore my new custom leather pants last night and gave hubby an over the lap spanking with my leather paddle. I also allowed hubby to worship the leather as it clung to my body.

 

This was all a precursor to a wonderful and lengthy session of female body worship. I am not seeing anyone right now so hubby is my entire outlet for sexual pleasure. Last night hubby performed lots of body worship, toe sucking, ass licking, and pussy eating. Hubby also used my vibrator on my clit and hand penetrated me with my large black dildo (the one on the far right).

 

 

 

I usually only want to feel the large one inside me when I am very excited. I have had lovers almost that big so I am accustomed to the size. It fills me in a way few men can and over the years hubby has become quite good at using this dildo on me in the slow sensual way that I like. I swear he is almost as humiliated by having to pleasure me with a dildo as he is when I cuckold him.

We did some Queening with me sitting on his face as he penetrated my ass deeply with his tongue. And the night ended with me relaxed on the bed with hubby between my legs licking my pussy. I had three or four excellent orgasms. Hubby was in chastity the entire time as our sex life has returned to what is normal for us.

 

Success! Two month denial goal achieved. Hubby rewarded with intense, humiliating orgasm

My original idea of having hubby hump my boots in front of an audience did not pan out as Ginger and her hubby had other plans this weekend. So I went with plan B and it couldn’t have worked out any better.

I’ve been intrigued with Pavlovian conditioning, training hubby to come on my command without any physical stimulation. However, I knew that would take immense training and since I haven’t been training him along that line, I figured that would be near impossible. Nonetheless, I had in my head the idea of making hubby climax on my command after just the smallest amount of physical stimulation. We’ve been able to achieve that before during some of our past sessions but not on the scale I was thinking about. I wanted to take him to the edge and make him stay there on the edge until I granted him permission to go over the edge. He would have to suffer for this orgasm. He would have to earn it.

My inspiration came the other day when I was exercising using a set of resistance bands. I went down into the confinement room to have a look around in order to figure out how to take what I had in my head and create a workable session. I played around with several possible scenarios until I decided on a course of action. I snapped a couple of pictures that I could share with you on my blog so you could get a visual picture of what I had in mind.

Last night was the big night and like I said, it couldn’t have worked out much better. It is times like last night that I wish I had a paid site where I could post videos of our sessions. You had to see it to really appreciate it. I hope I can do it justice with my description.

It is hot and humid this weekend so the less clothes the better. I dressed in black leather bra and black leather thong with the black Two Lips leather boots. Hubby was of course naked but it was a real challenge getting him out of his chastity device. I thought I was going to have to cut the thing off as his balls were so full I couldn’t slip the ring off of him. I had to smear lube all over his skin and the ring and apply ice to his balls to get them to shrink a little. Hubby winced in pain as I was finally able to pull him free from the plastic ring.

Whenever we head to the confinement room, hubby doesn’t know what’s coming next. Am I going to lock him in there and leave him? Am I going to discipline him or punish him? Am I going to stay there and play with him?

Using wrist and ankle cuffs I bound him in a stand up position, facing out, against the padded wall of the confinement room. I used the middle row of hooks to bind his hands instead of the upper hooks for reasons you will see in a minute. Therefore his hands were spread out, away from his body, but parallel with his waist.

 

I took two rubber resistance tubing bands (which I use for exercising) and I stretched one diagonally from left top to right bottom and another from right top to left bottom, crossing them to make an “X” right at his cock and balls.

 

The rubber tubing was very taut and I pulled his cock against the “X” where the two pieces crossed, which separated his penis from his testicles. The tubing touched the sides of his cock, right at the base and slightly touched each testicle but I was careful to make sure that his sensitive and pleasure areas were not being touched or stimulated.

 

I stood in front of him and ordered him to thrust his hips and hump the air. The rubber tubing caused just enough stimulation to take him to the edge but there was zero stimulation to his sweet spots, the head of the penis, his shaft or the underside of his cock, and just the smallest amount of pressure to his balls. I then began to verbally dominate my hubby. I told him how pleased I was that he went two entire months in chastity without a single accident. I told him that the next time I might expand his denial time by an additional week. My next goal will be 9 weeks so he’d better concentrate and have a good one tonight.

I then told him that although I failed to record each and every one as I had hoped, by my calculation, between being frequently orally pleasured by him, being fucked and orally pleasured by Thomas, being fingered to orgasm as I was kissing a young man when I was out in Vegas, and the occasional pleasuring of myself, I had at least 50 orgasms since he last had one. I admonished him to think about that. We are the exact same age, we are happily married and yet his wife gets to enjoy 50+ orgasms to each one he is permitted to have. Then I teased, “Do you think we can get to 100 to 1 in the future?”

I ordered James to hump the air faster. His erection was stiffer than I’ve seen it in some time and he was dripping pre-cum into a small puddle below him on the rubber floor of the confinement room.

I continued with my teasing and taunting, telling him what a sight I was beholding, how pathetic he looked humping away at nothing. I teased that I should video this pitiful spectacle and post it on my blog so the whole world could see what kind of a man I’m married to.

I read his body language, paying close attention to his cock, watching how it was throbbing and pulsating, trying my best to judge how close he may be to climaxing. Each time he seemed like he was about to climax, I would order him to stop humping and to relax his body. I then grabbed one of the resistance bands, stretched it toward me, and let it go. It snapped hard against this cock and balls, making hubby yelp out in pain. It was enough to shock his mind away from wanting to climax, if only for a few seconds. I then ordered him to resume humping the air and the buildup began all over again.

We did this for about 30 minutes, he would thrust his hips, being stimulated just enough by the rubber bands and my verbal humiliation to take him to the edge of climax, than I would order him to stop and I would pull one of the bands and snap it hard against his balls. And we would go again and again.

After about 30 minutes, I took things up a notch. I retrieved a dildo and lubed it up in front of him.

 

 

I ordered him to lean forward as far from the wall as possible. The resistance bands made it difficult for him but I was able to get my hand in behind him and slide the dildo into his anus. He whined as it did not go in as smoothly as he’s accustomed to but it went in nonetheless. I explained to him that he would have to press his ass against the padded wall so that the dildo would stay in place and he was to bend at the stomach and lean his head and shoulders as far forward and down as he could as if he were bowing to me. Then I ordered him to continue with the humping motion.

The effect was twofold. Not only were the resistance bands still slightly stimulating the base of his cock at the sides as well as his balls, but the dildo was trying to escape his anus each time he thrust forward, only to hit the wall and be pushed back into him as his body sprang back. He was now fucking himself with the dildo.

His head and shoulders were bent down, his chin halfway between his chest and his belly button, the bands and wrist cuffs preventing him from bending any further as he continued to thrust his hips back and forth, his ass against the mat, the dildo sliding in and out. By now his body was really sweating and each time he gave a thrust he made the sound of a suction cup, as his ass was sticking to the mat, pulling free and sticking again. This got me excited so I leaned against the side wall, raised my leg and extended my boot to his face and ordered him to lick it. This went on for several minutes and hubby began to sweat profusely from this most intense workout.

Finally my leg got tired so I lowered my foot and removed my boots. I took the right boot in my hand and held it to his face so he could continue to lick it and smell the leather. He continued to thrust his hips, the dildo still fucking him each time he sprang back toward the wall.

I could see it in his eyes that he was straddling between physical pleasure and humiliation. On the one hand he had the sexual buildup that was happening in his testicles, awaiting the inevitable climax, and the stimulation of his prostrate from the dildo sliding in and out of his anus, and the stimulation of the rubber resistance bands slightly rubbing against the base of his cock. But on the other hand he had to be deeply humiliated that this is how I decided he must achieve his orgasm. I was making him work hard for it. If I had allowed him to hump my boots or rub against any part of my body, he no doubt would have climaxed in a matter of seconds. But we were at it already for a good 45 minutes and he was stuck on the edge. Again, each time I thought he might cum, I ordered him to stop with the humping, which also stopped all physical stimulation.

I’m convinced I could have strung him along like this for hours but the heat that was being produced from his body inside the small space of the confinement room was making me uncomfortably warm. I had the door open and was blowing a fan on me but after almost 60 minutes that was no longer good enough. It was time to allow my hubby to achieve his precious orgasm.

I stood to the side to try to get out of the line of fire (the best I could as the room isn’t wide enough) and I took my fingers and I twisted his nipples. I ordered him to continue to hump away, the bands and the dido once again doing their work, and I told him to concentrate on my voice. The extra stimulation of me playing with his nipples was more than he could handle. His penis was throbbing up and down with every beat of his heart. I ordered him to hump faster and I gave his nipples a firmer pinch. He was ready and so was I. I gave him the command, “DO IT, JAMES! DO IT NOW!”

And with that, he shot his load way up in the air and across the room, most of it landing on the rubber floor but some of it splashing on me. As he climaxed, I took my hand and began to slap his balls real fast. He winced in pain but he shot more, in long spurts. I squeezed and twisted his balls and even more came out of him, some covering my hand. I placed my hand to his mouth and ordered him to lick it clean of his disgusting spunk while I slapped his cock with my other hand until he was done squirting. And it was disgusting, two months worth of buildup all over the confinement room floor and some on my sweaty skin. I carefully stepped around it all, removed the resistance bands and unlocked his wrist and ankle cuffs from the wall. I stepped to the back of the confinement room and ordered James to get down on all fours.

 

 

I commanded him to lick his sticky mess off of my body. I was also covered in my own sweat so I was in need of a human washcloth. He was actually kneeling in his own spunk as I directed his mouth to my arms, my stomach, my thighs, my legs and my feet. He licked me totally clean with a tongue bath. I even allowed him to clean off my leather thong with his tongue.

At one point, as he was licking my left foot, I took my right foot and pressed his head down to the rubber floor and commanded him to lick up all the mess he had made, even that which was on the rubber floor. He hesitated and I knew the idea was repulsive to him. I repeated my command, “You heard me, lick it up. You made this mess, so you must clean it up. Lick it all up and do it NOW!”

 

He loves it when I talk to him like that. I enjoyed watching my hubby humiliating himself for my entertainment. But I took it easy on him. He really squirted a lot and I didn’t want him to get sick as the floor hadn’t been cleaned in a while, so after he licked up just a small amount of his spunk that was on the floor, I reached for a towel and dropped it next to this face. I gave him permission to wipe up the rest with the towel. I figured he had endured enough humiliation for one night.

Because he was covered in sweat (among other disgusting things) I told him to take a shower, brush his teeth, gargle with mouth wash and then join me in my bedroom. I felt like I was also in need of a shower (his tongue bath was no replacement for a real one) so I jumped into my shower real quick to wash off as he was cleaning up in the other bathroom. Then I climbed into bed and awaited my hubby. He joined me and he knew what to do. Because of his intense orgasm he wasn’t nearly as passionate as he’s been lately, yet he licked me with a humble and worshipful attitude. He seemed at peace between my legs.

I asked him if the two months of denial were worth it for this special moment. He nodded that they were so I let him stay there as long as he wanted. He kissed the inside of my thighs and gently kissed and licked my pussy. It took me awhile (I prefer harder and faster licking but I allowed him to go at his pace on this night). Finally I climaxed and then about ten minutes later, I came again. He kept licking as I dozed off. He fell asleep between my thighs. When I awoke I tapped him on the shoulders and sent him to his bedroom.

This morning I gave him another special treat. I allowed him to masturbate in front of me one final time before I locked him back in chastity. I was totally clothed in bum around shorts and shirt, nothing sexy or fetish. I had him kneel naked before me and I looked him in the eyes as he stroked it for me. He once again came on my command, this time into a hand towel I was holding. I wanted to make sure his plumbing was all cleaned out before he went back into chastity. If all goes well, it will be 9 weeks, September 8, before he gets to have another one.