Little extracts from my boring chastity life…

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    Good luck on your spin. I have to say, I’m a little jealous you get to have a wheel with something other than weeks of denial lol.
     
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    I think you missed ‘No full orgasms! - ‘they don’t exist in this house. Not for you anyway’
    There is little to be jealous over!

    So she’s checked the wheel. She’s good to go. Masturbating in front of me has been changed to tied down and massaged. As this is her addition i have the distinct impression that this is exactly where the wheel will land. We shall see…

    I on the other hand am not so good to go. A meal at my parents got real! I had 3 portions. More than I normally ever eat. I need the bloating to subside if I’m to be ready for any action tonight. I’m stuffed.

     
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    Why no full orgasms in your house? I missed the rationale for that rule. How does that mandate apply to her?
     
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    That rule has just developed over time. Eventually we’ve stopped discussing them. If she mentions an orgasm she always follows it up with “not a full one”.
    I think if you’ve seen my origin story you’d see that this period of chastity didn’t start in the best place, she’s very aware of how I am when I’m permitted orgasms. She isn’t going to upset the balance now.
     
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    Entry 21:
    147 days since 24 hour release
    PIV: 3
    Ruined orgasms: 6
    Anal orgasms 3
    Full orgasms: 0

    A woman’s prerogative

    …….

    Teasing

    Sometimes, whilst stressed out at the time by it all I take a moment after just to consider how she’s very much working towards or overall just generally accomplished these days at teasing. One example from Saturday came in the bath, as she was washing me intimately and bringing me closer and closer to an uncontrollable eruption she looked at me and said “you can have an orgasm whenever you want”

    I laughed it off somewhat as she had paused briefly in taking care of my penile hygiene to caress the underside of my balls with her fingertips, “Yeah, I just know it comes with strings attached”.

    “I think you like the strings” she remarked as she continued in her endeavour of ensuring every inch of me from base to tip was lathered and repeatedly ‘cleaned’. I really doubt I would like to find out what strings would be attached if I allowed myself a full uncage and unauthorised orgasm! I feel I would very much regret that one.

    “Go on, you know you want to”, although she wasn’t wrong and I was close to the point of no return, I quickly withdrew from her grip as she seemed all too excitable! This would not end well for me.

    (Side note 1: Writing this also makes me consider that at some point I should get the shower fixed!)

    ……..

    My wife’s prerogative

    So as the saying goes it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind and in my household this is entirely accurate. In this case she decided to just simply change the rules to my reward.

    I know my wife is horny. She has not so indirectly suggested it to me this week, I know she wants it herself. Strutting around more confidently, ensuring I can take in her beauty. She wouldn’t call it that, she still has issues with areas of her body but I’m mesmerised. She’ll often playfully remark for me to stop staring as her nudity is not for my benefit. She just has that aura this week: that sexually charged attitude. My groin and ass are never been off limits to her, but this week she’s groped and smacked me more times than I can recall. Often in public. She’s happily let me grope her in return, rubbing her through her underwear, caressing her nipples when she’s naked. Placing her legs on me to make sure I’m stroking her, not stopping me as my hands wander further and further up her legs. Yes she very much wants something for herself.

    The rules of her game however, as I understand it are that those occasions are confined to the week and over the weekend I receive my reward for all pleasure she has received, both sexual and non-sexual… but here’s where she holds the upper hand. She can change her rules whenever she likes.

    Sat in front of the wheel, taking in all the outcomes that could transpire tonight I could almost hear the cogs turning in her mind. There’s nothing that will satisfy her itch. I come up behind her and rub my naked erection against her still moist back. My arms around her.

    We enjoy the moment briefly before she tells me to spin it. The odds are in my favour and it lands on her strapon.

    She still doesn’t really respond, again those cogs are whirring, “Well, you can have that or we can use the cream”.

    Ah, a dilemma! She has previously used this one me before; Offering me a choice between a ruin or an orgasm for her. She openly said she knew if it was a choice between a strapon and her needs her false penis would win! There is another quandary in play here though. I’ve been concerned since I wrote the wheel that receiving another release after just a week may be too much, my motivation may drop. I’m tempted but as our life has significantly improved since I put her needs before my own I happily agreed to intercourse. Happily, until the little demon in her pulled out the ace from her sleeve. No her games are not done with…

    “This choice now goes and we’ll replace it with a massage for me next time it lands there. This wheel will be in play for a while…”

    Thankfully, I have a penchant for going over the top. A wheel could just be 4 quarters with an idea in each. My drawn out wheel is not that. 12 sections. 3 various sizes of differing probability… 2 of those sections contain strapon related fun! Damn I’m good!

    As I’m commending myself and mentioning to her that there’s still a chance at least that I’ll get that next time (and I won’t be giving that up again!) she’s moved to another position on the bed. She is oozing confidence!
    The dimly lit light reflects from every inch and curve. She looks magnificent. Laying on the bed, naked, legs spread and arm out to signal me to get on top of her. I take no time to swiftly oblige her request. I take a small detour of kisses from her toes to her unshaven vagina. Enjoying a few strokes of my tongue on her clitoris. It’s not been long since her time and she’s normally reluctant to allow this so quickly after, tonight though she is a invigorated with desire. I take my position on top of her.

    “I don’t want you to feel your not rewarded for all you’ve done. It’s been a while since you’ve been inside me”.

    Her hand takes my straining penis and guides it smoothly inside her. Oh man was she ready, yeah I’ve put in a little bit of foreplay but her bodies reaction is far greater than the sum of my efforts. It glides in effortlessly.

    She holds me gently. Her hand on my neck she kisses me deeply. Passionately.

    Vanilla sex can be good sex… this was great sex! A whole minute of pure ecstasy for both of us before I have to withdraw.

    (Side note 2: in the last 5 months I’ve been inside her 3 times for probably a total of 5 minutes! It feels better each time)

    After a brief pause to regain my composure. I push myself back towards her opening.

    “No, that’s enough, you can’t go back in until the cream starts working. You can massage me while you wait though”

    I jokingly roll my eyes and roll my body to reach towards the under bed drawer where we strategically keep all our adult provisions. With my body open to her she asks me, “do you want me to suck it now?”. I don’t really have time to respond before she takes me in her hand and directs it into her mouth.

    Ok, so let’s take a minute to reflect on this… I’ve just been inside her. My penis is a sloppy, sexy mess. You can see the glisten in the lamp light and she’s willingly put herself in a position to take all that in. She didn’t even hesitate prior to French kiss me after I’d just licked her vagina. She is no longer the girl I asked to keep my keys to 5 months ago, she no longer needs direction or suggestion. The power of chastity. The growth in her confidence. It’s almost unbelievable.

    “You’ll need something to put inside you”.

    I’m hesitant. I don’t know if a clash of my anal pleasure and focus on her own will really mix. I don’t know if I’ll like it that way. I’m concerned that my invisible penis will subdue to a flaccid state while I’m experiencing other pleasures. We have a short discussion on the matter and she concludes the conversation very abruptly with “Well, that is what’s happening”.

    I have a whole portion of the drawer sectioned off into anal toys for me. The first one I reach is the Aneros. I’ve tried it before, I know it won’t cause me any problems. I’ll probably barely notice it’s presence.

    Lubed and inside me. A condom skilfully filled with Emla and rolled over my penis I take my position to caress oil over her body.

    Ok. the massage lasted a good few minutes before I’m asking to be inside her again. I would normally take my time. She’s normally not let me stop until she’s had a good hour of foreplay. Tonight is just different. We both just want to be close, to be intimate, to have our sexual desires fulfilled. She agrees after “you use the small vibrators on my feet”, an odd request but turns out foot play is becoming paramount to both our fantasies.

    The sex was somewhat awkward. Her wand between her legs and a toy inside me, I struggled to focus on pleasuring her, to keep my rhythm. She directed me to the spooning position and told me to relax. I forgot about the white phallucal plastic inside me, it nearly slipped from me in all truth. The moment felt better. Touching her body, watching her motions as she moved from my thrusting. The moans of excitement from her lips.

    “You need to try and orgasm from it”

    Still hesitant, I lifted my leg slightly and firmly pushed it back inside me. Oh damn. There is a reason it has such good reviews, it immediately started hitting my spot. With each thrust it massaged my prostate, the feeling of excitement grew. I couldn’t feel much from my penis other than a sensation that I could be peeing. I strange concoction of pure and muted sensations from either side of me. As she reached her arm around and played with nipple and my body started to convulse. To spasm. Honestly, it was all too much. An onlooker would probably feel the need to call an ambulance for my seizure… (we don’t have onlookers, I don’t think I’d want any one to witness that state of affairs)… as my body trembled and quite aggressively shook the bed her hand grasps me tightly and a few moments later I feel her body relax. A click from between her legs and the distinct sound of vibrations stopped. She was satisfied. I could relax. I needed to relax!!

    (Another side note. She cleaned up in the toilet. Not cum, just drying herself! She came back and told me some of the cream must have transferred to her. She knew she was wiping but could only feel the pressure.
    Rolling a condom down leaves a ring at the base I had wiped it away but perhaps not fully enough. It transpires that numbing her opening does little to detract from her pleasure levels)


    “So do you feel that was a reward?” She asked.

    I didn’t need to respond more than holding her.

    As I lay feeling blessed and drifting off to sleep I consider that under her new rules of the wheel eventually I’ll receive everything that I wrote on it… and as she takes control each one will be better than my original fantasy.

    …..

    It’s an experiment

    “Locking you up was the best idea. Every night is like an experiment.” She said.

    I paused as more often than not we don’t do sexual activity like this “I’d say most nights it’s a social experiment”

    “Yeah, you’re not having it every night, but when it happens it’s soo fun. Who knew you could do all these things”

    So, I wonder to myself. ‘If I entered into chastity as an experiment, what would be my original hypothesis?’.

    The results have been broad and I wouldn’t have considered this is what I would be getting…

    To eliminate outside desires? I no longer watch porn. If I’m feeling that way inclined I’ll browse the various sexual images I have of her.

    To control my orgasms? I don’t miss orgasms. I miss my erections. I yearn for an orgasm only when she initiates the desire.

    To improve our intimacy levels? How would that even be measured.

    To improve her confidence? My God, did that happen! Did I ever think it would work beyond confidence in denial, no. So I couldn’t have hypothesised that at all.

    I think she may have been wrong. This can’t be an experiment at all. It’s an adventure with a lifelong commitment.
    …..

    The drop?

    So Sunday comes and I’m exhausted. Today writing this post I’m still feeling “Meh”… mostly “Meh”, recounting the tale of Saturday night has provided more than a little bulging and a little leakage… but I’m on a downer somewhat.

    Is this a drop?

    Am I fighting the Covid? Everyone around us has it. The aching in my legs and shoulders would suggest it’s more than a sexual thing.

    Am I desperately in need of a holiday from work. Last week was tough.

    Whatever the reason, for now I’m not letting her in on it. I don’t want her future sexual decisions based on this moment. It could be unrelated.

    ….

    Sissygasm!

    “You’re getting really good at cumming that way. It’s good, you can have an orgasm and I still get all the jobs done for me”

    My final thought on this post belongs to the ‘sissygasm’,

    I’ve seen captions of men being pegged. Typically, wearing suspenders or other assortments of female garments and they read “you’ll be locked up until you learn to cum like this” - I feel there’s more of an honesty to our relationship than that, we certainly don’t go down any crossdressing route or fulfil any feminisation fantasies… but my ability to ‘anal orgasm’ seems to have appeased her guilt, it’s developed quite suddenly. They take away the feeling she doesn’t reward me. They would never have occurred without such a long period of denial. I’m locked and loaded almost continuously and the relief doesn’t last long, 2-3 days and I’m straining to get out of my cage again. If I showed her the captions she would agree that’s not us… but it’s a new turn in our relationship.

    I wonder how long before she stimulates my penis to get the same result: I’ve currently waited 47 days for her to ruin my fun. Is anal going to become the only way, she’s already wiped out full orgasms… are ruins next?
     
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    Entry 22:
    150 days since 24 hour release
    PIV: 3
    Ruined orgasms: 6
    Anal orgasms 3
    Full orgasms: 0

    Hot things my KH has said

    This is all conversational so anyone wanting an interesting read on orgasmic activity should probably skip to the next post. It’s currently unavailable but for future readers I’m sure it will be more exciting!

    Sometimes though, I feel the need to write out the less interesting events as it gives a good view of where we’re at. Comparing this to where she started I find it intriguing. Last night provided a really good, informational conversation to exactly where and why my wife’s attitude is changing to a more pro-chastity mindset. Excitingly for me: we were both entirely naked! Untypical of her she genuinely wanted to discuss sex, discuss each outcome, discuss them openly. She cares how it feels and as she’s getting it all too right she didn’t enter with frustrations. It will be interesting how she interprets what she discovered through the course of the evening and how she plays it out going forward…

    It’s been another snuffly week. Typical for my wife, working with children full time, she’s prone to pick up every bug/virus/cold going… if it makes you unwell at some point throughout winter she will get it. This weeks problem: tired aching body and head cold. Last night however, I was released for a thorough clean. It’s earlier than usual but I felt the need to ask for it, I’ve had a sweaty week (gross) and prior to my last lock up my little guy had been covered in vaginal fluids, saliva, Emla cream, that horrible slidey stuff inside a condom and quite a lot of juice extracted from my prostate.

    “Err, no. I was going to suggest that to you, now as you’ve asked your not getting it” she told me playfully, only later to return with the key from the safe box and hand it to me before I went in the bath.
    When I returned clean and slightly excited - Ok, I know she’s ill, but on all previous occasions when she’s suggested a thorough clean it has been followed with some form of sexual penile-centric reward. Tonight though, my luck was not in. I lay there naked with her uncaged…

    Her view on my cage

    After 5 months (in a few days) of 24/7 chastity it’s standard practice that I don’t go seen without my cage. For me to be out and just relaxing is uncommon. Flicking between my fully aroused, semi aroused and completely flaccid states was something I thought my wife was enjoying watching. Her head on my belly, her face was exceedingly close and could really take it all in… tantalisingly close, she literally could have taken it all into her mouth should she have chosen to. It was at this point I knew that this evening was going to be completely non-sexual. She didn’t touch, stroke or tease it; she watched on before telling me,

    “You look weird when you don’t have your cage on. I don’t like it”

    She was in a really good mood in fairness to her, and her voice just had that song of mischief to it, the tone she uses when she’s teasing but her remarks were all too genuine to be playful.

    “Naked is now you in your cage.”


    Her declining opinion I should orgasm

    As we had no distractions from the TV the evening continued in the same vane. She moved positions. I tickled her back. Kissed down her body. Got told off for making it sexual. You know, the typical naked nothingness we all enjoy from time to time, no? No, guess this was a first for me too, I was really enjoying a little bit of freedom though. Even non-erect freedom was a novelty I was going to make the most of.

    And finally, I’ve got to the bottom of it, this is where her no orgasm mandate comes from @littleguy3

    “When did you last cum?” She asked. For clarity she isn’t talking about a full orgasm, thats not something we really discuss anymore, she means a ruined orgasm, an orgasm that is the direct result of her stimulating my erect penis.

    It’s been 50 days. She laughed her head off, literal LMFAO, “No it hasn’t, it has not been that long at all, show me as I don’t believe you…”

    I obliged, reached for my phone, unlocked it and flicked to my final Home Screen. The 5 widgets (think that’s what they’re called) that cover the screen brought her much amusement. She took my phone from me and studied it with a joyful glee. As you don’t have the luxury of witnessing my countdown widgets I’ll summarise exactly what they said at that time:

    Days since ruined orgasm: 49
    Days since milking/anal orgasm: 3
    Days since full orgasm: 150
    Days since sex: 3
    Days since 24 hour release: 149

    …. When I set the timers up I made a point of putting the most likely to happen at the top and the least likely towards the bottom. Turns out, with our discovery of numbing cream and her changing attitude towards expelling my love juice, that sex is now way more frequent than my ruins. Her new love of strapons has made my anal orgasms far more common too.

    So, I arrogantly yet playfully threw it in her face that I was correct. Well, correct or I forgot to reset my timer. In either case we are now both under the assumption that it has in fact been 49 days since she last played with erection to an extent that it lamely expelled semen.

    “Well, you had your chance. Last time we did it you spent all week feeling tired and miserable”

    100% do not agree with that statement, but I do at times think she’s over analysing me. At times I’ll be sat just chilling and she’ll just come out with ‘what’s wrong with you?’, like somehow being in a calm state and unconversational is a negative reflection of how I’m feeling. Normally in those situations I’ll tell her otherwise and interact with her more and overcome her concerns… but as it transpires when she last ruined my fun she followed by analysing my mood for the following week. Whether she was accurate or not I’ll have to look out for myself next time. She’s clearly been put off by it.…..


    The full O

    “So when will be a good time to have a full one? As I’m off for a week next week so you could now and can relax until I’m back at work.”

    “No, that’s doesn’t sound like you’ll get much done on your week off”, she laughed.

    “Our holiday would be fun?”. I said.

    “Sorry but if you’re planning on relaxing all week and falling out with me while I look after the boys you should think again” - she’s told me before it wouldn’t be then, but in between then and now she’s also discussed how she’ll be back on the pill so that she can time her cycle to avoid the holiday. I joked that it would be really difficult to watch her in her swimsuit all week and not want sex.

    “Yeah, but that’s why we’re getting you a plastic one for then. To keep our holiday PG”, she teased… I hope it’s teasing as just thought of her semi-naked all week is already exciting me!


    “No when I decide to let you have one it will be random. Even I won’t know when I’ll just be like ‘fuck it’. I’ll regret it the next day though!”


    Becoming a Strap-on Queen

    Taking the conversation back to the revealing little widgets she told me, “None of this really matters and you only had fun a few days ago! You literally had sex with me and had an orgasm at the same time… just not how you expected it. You shouldn’t complain so much. What does a ruined orgasm feel like anyway?”

    I explained in the best way I could. She pressed the question a few times as she didn’t think I’d answered her question, so I must not have answered it how she expected. Im still not quite sure how she meant. Basically, my response was to tell her it’s exactly the same as normal orgasm, the same fun before hand, the same excitement, but the explosion at the end is more a fizzle. I get some relief for a few days from it.

    Eventually understanding… and I know she understood as she was spot on with her reply, “sounds frustrating!”

    Is it better when I have sex with you(strap on)?”

    I told her ‘that’s different the build up is more sudden. A weird feeling like I’m pissing my pants but the explosion is more trembly. Does that make it more enjoyable to wear one?’

    She didn’t answer. She positively beamed out her smile while nodding and reached out to give me a high five.

    I’ve often considered her pleasure linked to my own. She’s not a masturbate alone sort of girl. If I massage her and she takes out her vibrator and still can’t climax it’s usually as she’s considering my needs. All it takes is to hear me moan and she’ll be over the edge. She’ll do something to me to excite me, tweak my nipples, stroke my ass, grab my cage, feel the juice on my tip, occasionally stroke my erection… anything to make me hot under the collar and it brings her to orgasm. When we had sex prior to chastity she’d normally not finish herself until I was cumming inside her, like my enjoyment is a requirement for hers.
    Now it seems that my enjoyment and climax while she pegs me has her hooked. At our start point to this she told me she wouldn’t be doing it every month, now I’m wondering if it will be every week!

    “How long does the relief last on that?”, she asked.
    There is very little, I’m still horny there next day doing all the jobs… she apprenticed that response. It works itself well into her preferred dynamic.

    “I need a new one now. If I’m going to keep using a small one I don’t want our reject forever, it’s not even clear anymore.”

    It isn’t clear anymore. It’s not stained, just looks old and brown. We’ve bought other dildos for her harness. The first one was tiny and smooth, I felt nothing. The next one was a crystal clear replica of a penis minus the balls. When she decided we’d be pegging with her spooning me she reverted back to this one. We haven’t even named it. It’s pristine look has now vanished.

    Our other dildos (Jerry and Junior) were more interesting; larger, colourful and challenging. She appreciates those more, she enjoys herself in a green 12inch monster dangling to her knees… but she doesn’t enjoy the practicality for normal sex.

    “Can you get me one in purple?”


    Does she miss sex?

    Ok didn’t get an actual real answer in this one. Thinking back to my last post and averaging out at 1 minute inside her per month since she locked me up for life I had to ask. The answer probably was not politically correct but her goes,
    “No, why would I, i’m gay! Luckily for me I have a gay husband who like it in his ass!”.

    If she is concerned that I’m only inside her 1 minute a month without some form of contraception or cream than she isn’t showing it.


    … and time to re-cage!

    As she’s been busy, unwell, busy and now unwell again my wife hasn’t really been in the mindset to take care of herself. As I stroked her now rather hairy under arms and finding myself getting a little too excited by it she told me “it’s time to get back in your cage before you get any further ideas”. As the conversation had progressed, we’d moved closer. More gentle kisses in the intervals. Her mood was getting more playful and I was getting excited.

    “Don’t worry as soon as I can breathe through my nose again I’ll spin the wheel. It might be kind to you or I might get to use my purple one”


    I better get one ordered ASAP!!
     
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    It still utterly amazes me how aroused she becomes from my moans, twitches & spasms, and from the sounds of it, your wife as reacts similarly to your frustration!

    And now I'm having hormonal responses to HER orgasms! Mind bending!
     
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    Oh yeah, she definitely responds. Arousing me seems to be her biggest turn on… she has to do things to excite me to get her own pleasure. I remain comforted in the fact that she will at least never go down the FULL denial route.
     
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    My GF is very similar. She loves keeping me caged, but she gets wetter than Seattle if she is holding my cock while I pleasure her.
     
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    Entry 23:
    153 days since 24 hour release
    PIV: 3
    Ruined orgasms: 6
    Anal orgasms 3
    Full orgasms: 0

    Shhhh!

    We finally reach the weekend. My wife has intimated that I will be rewarded in some way for all the work I do throughout the week. My children are here and staying in the room next door.

    My wife:
    ‘‘You can’t be quiet enough to keep it PG. I’ll have to treat you another time. You know what’s quiet though? Massages”

    To coin someone else’s phrase here:
    Wife 1. Me 0.
     
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    Love that feeling of being milked and cum oozing out as though you were pissing. The first time it happened to me I thought I really was pissing, but have learnt to relax into it now

    Your wife seems to enjoy pegging. She might get like my bf and see almost no reason at all to remove the cage except for the occasional maintenance

    I now ask so sheepishly, if my bf will remove the cage when we have sex. I know the answer before asking ... and anyway the question does no more than reinforce his view not to remove. Catch 22

    You'll have to get used to enjoying those anal plays. Seems that's where your wife wants to go
     
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    Yeah I fully relax(ish) now and try not to focus on my penis. The feeling still remains at the start, the sensation. It’s odd, amazing but does little to relieve the built up frustrations!
     
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    Yup, just let's the stuff out, but does nothing to reduce my horniness. Towards the end of our love-making when my bf is fully relieved and relaxed, I'm still desperate to cum and can't relax. It takes real discipline not to start caressing him as he shuts his eyes. If I do, he puts his hand on mine and the message is clear: we're relaxing now, no more now.

    If I'm lucky, then when he wakes, he will fondle my balls and tease me. He seems to enjoy my reactions and the control he has over me
     
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    154 days since 24 hour release
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    Planning

    So we celebrated 5 months in chastity much like we would any other day… without any sexual activity.
    The day was almost at an end and I find my wife writing at her desk. She’s not working on a novel, she’s deciding all the things she’d like done over the next week. Filling in each day of our planner with tasks for me to complete. I have a week off so I have a good shot at getting far more complete than usual and I’m hopeful she’ll give me some mini-projects rather than laborious day to day routine chores. Aside from that I wouldn’t mind actually enjoying some of my break from work…
    No such luck. I have two school runs to do each day, every meal to prepare. Every room will be turned upside down with me cleaning from top to bottom. The lists go on. I won’t complain, I get bored way to easy so keeping me busy is for the best.

    I stand behind her rubbing her shoulders as she contemplates if they’ll be anymore that will need doing. I see at the top of the planner she has written 65. I ask her what that means?

    That’s how much punishment you’re due”.

    Oh shit! I actually thought I’d had a good week but I know in myself it had been a calamity. Not from will of trying, everything just went wrong. I’d gained two punishments (15 strikes each) just because the dogs hate me! The dog walk she’d asked for had been undertaken but swiftly rebuked by our border collies as the rain started to pour. Light drizzle. They won’t be forced and they pulled me towards home. On top of this I’d been preparing my wife’s packed lunch, turning to the fridge to find some accompanying snacks and return to find that the painstakingly made tuna, salad and perfectly sliced cheese sandwich was open top on the floor with two hungry creatures devouring my handiwork. I know when you get married that you accept every part of your partners life… I wish she wasn’t a dog person! That’s 30 right there! Obviously, in my wife’s mind these situations could be avoided with better planning, technically she’s correct.

    “Entry 22:
    “Don’t worry, I’ll be using my strapon this week. I haven’t forgotten you.”

    Typically, there’d be some discussion about what I might like. What I’ve had previously. How long each of our preferred activities last took place… turns out she just wants to use her strapon now. She doesn’t know it yet, but her purple replacement arrived this week. Can go either of two ways. She’ll be annoyed I’ve spent money and made my own decision or she’ll love it and strut around enjoying the moment happily gazing at it between her legs, I’m hoping the latter.

    I jokingly point to Sunday and say, “using it then?”

    No we’re having a night off tonight. I’m shattered”

    Me too!! I’m actually just looking forward to getting into bed and getting some rest in before I have a week of rest!

    I point to Monday, “Monday looks good?”

    No, we’re always too rushed by the time we get home from football


    Correct. I hate Mondays. My son has training from 6pm to 7pm. By the time we’re home. Warm. Had tea and everyone’s settled it’s late. This is why any Monday I work late I’m punished. It’s one of her few rules, but an understandable one as it’s the most stressful evening we have.


    Besides, Monday night is for your caning. That will take some time”.

    She’s laughing to herself but I’m somewhat dreading that one! I put my feelings to the side and carry on with our little playful exchange. Turns out we’re busy Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Thursday she’s unavailable. I know she’s just teasing and she’s never actually tell me what or when she has these things planned in for, or even if she actually plans then at all, but I’m starting to wonder if they’ll be a weekly reward this week.

    As the evening draws in we get into bed together to chill out for the remainder of the evening. I wrote about expectations before. They’re only good for setting up disappointment, if she hadn’t given the impression something would be coming I would be far more contented right now

    “What are you doing? I haven’t got a cup of tea and my feet won’t massage themselves”

    So a massage, an orgasm and now a chilled out foot rub. At least one of us is enjoying my treat weekend…
    I have come the the re-realisation that I should expect nothing and plan accordingly. She’s happy. She’s controlling. She’s content. I love giving her all that. It’s enough.
     
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    Sprawled out turtle

    After teasing me about the situation previously, my wife intimated that Monday would in fact fact be the night for me to feel rewarded for my weekly efforts… that was before we had a little tiff. I thought things had gone out of the window after this, I actually was in a position where I would have preferred them to be dismissed for the evening.

    I’ll explain and feel free to decide who was right in the comments below (practising for my YouTube channel)

    We’re not hoarders. We both have mild OCD. Everything in its place with a place for everything. Clothes, toys, books. There is nothing that isn’t accounted for with an appropriate storage solution. My sons dressing gown has its own peg, that’s where he keeps it. For his birthday he had a new dressing gown. We don’t have two pegs dedicated to dressing gowns so I disposed of his old one. Yes he loved it, but he also loves his new one, and his dinosaur themed gown’s time had come, the sleeves barely made it past his elbows. Upon realising this before bed he was in tears, how could I do this to him?

    For all the happiness we have in our relationship, there are still some levels of our past lives we have failed to blend in seamlessly. Whenever, I’ve upset my step-son I’m made to feel like it’s victimisation as he’s not biologically mine. It’s more problematic as she sees my relationship with my own biological children and the way I interact with our toddler and compares the two. At times she’s maybe correct, at times she’s looking for faults. In this moment she told me “you should have consulted me on this. You ALWAYS do things to make his life difficult! You know he sleeps with it as a comforter. You let your kids have the light on at bed time for years”

    Sounds reasonable perhaps, except the ‘always’, do I always try and make his life difficult? I would question that one. Did I let my kids have the light on? Yes. Did I throw away his comforter? Yes. Was any of this a problem for the last two weeks? No.
    The issue has only come to light now as he went to school in his dressing gown (children in need pyjama day) before the weekend and subsequently left it at his Dads.
    I told her so, “look, it’s not my fault he left his dressing gown at his Dads. He hasn’t even noticed it had gone for the last two weeks”

    Why do I write all this pointlessly irrelevant detail on a forum for chastity? Because here’s where chastity has helped this situation…

    Upset I took myself to the bath and fell into a lull; a lull with little desire for any interaction with my wife. Certainly not sexual. Typically, this exchange would have ended in an argument, perhaps lasting for days. Days before we thawed out the frost it had caused. Now though, she has the key and as a result we no longer argue. Who knew?! She has control so on most things we agree that she is correct… when I’m genuinely upset or angered by something it’s now the exception to our usually milder dynamic. Replacing my needy exchanges with ambivalence is something she does not appreciate.

    I returned from the bath in the same mood. (Again, thoughts turn to fixing the shower). She doesn’t react or incite any argument. My demeanour was enough for her to reflect on her comments. From my side, I’d say she had considered the comments she’d made, the situation that occurred and come to the conclusion she was being harsh; This being my wife, she would not apologise or even suggest she was incorrect… instead after a little while she begins to rub her legs.

    “My legs are itching. You need to rub lotion in them. You ALWAYS put lotion on them when I’ve shaved”

    Ok, on that one she is correct, I do always massage lotion into her when she’s itching. After a short time pleasuring her my mod had lifted. I’m in a better place, but not particularly feeling sexual.
    “Didn’t you shave? I’ll have to put lotion in those places” she told me with a smile.
    So after her rubbing lotion around my groin and my bare ass I was now squeezing in my cage and desiring more of her delicate touch.
    Still tentative about her approach to me she asks, “Shall we spin the wheel? It might land on my massage”
    The wheel didn’t land on that, I think I’d have been a little frustrated to have to please her in that moment. I feel the night and almost become about making things up to me to some degree. Instead it landed on ‘massage, cage free’… this however was not so much possible. I’ll come to that later but for tonight we have to avoid playful exchanges with my little guy.
    “Well I’ll just have to tie you up for a massage then, get the straps out”
    Even I’m not sure how those two are comparable, but I’m not going to argue the logic. Restrained and teased, that will do nicely! I reach under the mattress for the cuffs…

    “No, I’m thinking we haven’t used the other restraints for a while”

    We haven’t used the under the bed restraints for a while either, so now I know she has something in store for me! The other restraints we have are handcuffs. Leg cuffs. Others I may have forgotten about from lack of use. I know she’s not implying these. A casual discussion earlier in the week ensures that i know exactly what she is talking about… the thigh to body restraints. Exposure and restraint in the most exposing of ways. I wrangle myself in. We have laugh as neither of us know which way the body harness is supposed to go… eventually I’m in. Ready for the clips to be secured and my evening to be handed entirely to her own discretions. I ask her if there’s anything else she wants out… “everything”. This might sound like it would take some time, but as both of us have mild OCD even our sex drawer is organised into 3 boxes. Anal toys. Massage toys. Her toys. Anything for punishment sits nicely down the side. I place the boxes on the bed.

    “Hands?”

    Damn. I’m also having my hands cuffed. I will be entirely at her mercy. Clipped in. My thighs attached to my chest harness. My hands clipped to my thighs. I’m like a sitting duck… or more like a poor turtle that has been knocked onto his back, unable to right himself from his predicament.

    She walks around the bed with her hands stroking me before covering my eyes with a blindfold.

    “Where do you keep my cane?”

    Ok so the cane is an anomaly to our sex life. It doesn’t sit nicely within a box. It’s tucked between the headboard and the mattress. She pulls it out and I feel her take her position sat in front of my exposed ass. A few gentle caresses of her fingers on me, a few teasing brushes from her cane before I hear the first thwoosh and feel the searing pain across my cheek. She takes her time, I’m assuming assessing her work. Stroking the cane against me. Four more follow in a slow procession. A short break before five more are taken swiftly. At this stage every stroke has hit the same spot. I am in agony and wondering how I’ll take the whole punishment.

    “Do you think you’ll make it?”

    I sort of grimace a response. I don’t know. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to, but she would stop if she knew it was too much… she didn’t ask again.

    We reach twenty and I’m ready to call out. To shout the safe word we have so naively neglected to discuss beforehand. We’ve jokingly discussed one at times, but the conversation has always taken a turn to amusement and who can come up with the stupidest word for the situation. We really need to grow up a little. What would I shout out now the pain is becoming unbearable. “Safe word. Safe word!”??

    The next ten are much nicer. Swoosh, flap. She’s switched to her paddle. It’s not big and heavy, it’s more a novelty. It adds to the situation, a different pain. She could warm her hands on me now and save on heating. In these times this wouldn’t be the worse way to save money… for her anyway.

    20 more with the cane, I’m happy to report these came in quick unrelenting succession. Over with quickly. 10 more with the paddle before 5 agonisingly drawn out strikes. She took her time with each. Ensuring maximum punishment. Maximum impact. Maximum pain.

    “Was that nice?”

    No it wasn’t. My ass was on fire. If it wasn’t for her poor technique I wouldn’t have been able to suffer through it. On reflection I’m still not sure whether to get her some instructions or just accept that she punishes me in a way that suits her… the latter is less painful. I can live with it even if technically speaking by it’s wrong. In her position (and we discussed it briefly afterwards) she has not created a situation to strike me properly. She’s literally back handing me with the cane from a short distance.

    “Good. Now you’ll know to do better this week!

    Now her mind turns towards giving me some pleasure. Some pleasure or giving me enough relief to continue with my duties without complaint.
    A few strokes of my sore bottom before I hear her rummaging in a toy box, “What’s this… Ooh my friend”.
    I have no idea what she is talking about until I hear the distinct “pfft”. Shes found the inflatable dildo. (I should post a picture of our sex toy collection at some point. There are so many possibilities!)

    I hear a few more pumps. She’s getting it to a good level of pressure to ensure it works it’s magic. The cold touch of lube on my exposed anus and I feel her push it inside me. I’m well trained. It slides in easily. She glides it in and out rhythmically. Pushing it further and further inside me until she gets to her desired depth and rotation is added to rhythmic pulses. She certainly knows exactly what spot she is aiming for these days. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long, but time passes so quickly when it’s all so pleasurable. Like going to have a professional massage, you can never quite believe it when they tell you your hour is up. She pushes the dildo fully inside me. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. She inflates it to extreme levels. The pressure inside me gets more and more intense. I tell her it’s getting too much.

    “You’ve changed. You used to take it all without any problem”.

    This was her last hurrah for the evening as far is it came to the inflatable dildo. Removed I hear some more clicking. Some vibrations. She’s frantically clicking to get to the right setting. The non-vibration rotation to our prostate massager. It’s easily inserted into me. I have an image of my ass gaping rather unappetisingly in front of her… I’m happy she’s filled the hole. The usually intense massager feels a little subdued considering the size of the toy is preceding. It feels nicer, almost loving. Safely in place I feel the movement of the bed as she moves herself closer to me. Well, I guess the wheel did say massage. Her hands stoke me as the toy pleasures me internally. After taking my helplessly dangling toes in her mouth my penis responds accordingly. Semen flows from me. My cock bulges painfully in the cage… it’s been a while since I’ve been inside the less constricting bars of this cage. I am still finding a place to shoe horn ‘why’ I’m wearing it into this post… I might just add it onto the end now. So, my cock is bulging painfully I’m trying my hardest to alleviate that pressure. Is there anything you can do? Will power. Using my mind to restrict any contractions as my penis tries to forcibly expel my love serum. I hear a final click and the rotations stop.

    “Well, there’s no where near as much as there usually is”

    I’m half way through telling her that I had to stop as it was almost too painful when I feel the edge of a glass on my lips. My semen poured into my mouth. My legs feel cold and wet, there is no way she caught it all but what she has harvested was now being poured unceremoniously down my throat.

    As belated reward weekends go this was quite a nice one. Strict. Dominating. Adventurous. All followed up with rather sensual, loving pleasures… I can’t help feel a little dejected when it was over. Yes there was a reason not this time (a story I’m still coming to) but she hasn’t played with my penis in such a long time. Not in a way that I can receive any pleasure from it. Emla cream is fun, but it’s 100% for her benefit. Now coupling this with anal pleasure for me, are my days enjoying her touch on my penis at an end. How far can she take this tease? It’s already been 54 days. Or will the practicalities win out. Is this my only means of relief these days? Time will tell whether I’ll have to savour the fleeting moments of her touch on my penis as much as I do the few brief moments I’m allowed entry inside her… what is glaringly obvious is that any pleasure I receive is now secondary to keeping the balance in our life outside the bedroom.


    Oh. So the side story to my sore penis and different cage:
    She allowed me removal for a full clean. Think it was in my post before… she also let me out the night before this to shave properly. In the first instance I noticed I had a few little ‘pimples’ on me. Nothing unusual or to cause alarm. Previously when I’ve had them it’s from the use of condoms and the inability to clean properly afterwards (ok I’ve had my share of one nighters). This time we’d used condoms and then I’d been recaged. Me being like a preteen with newly acquired acne I couldn’t help but give one a squeeze.
    After removing the cage for a shave I noticed that they had gone… except the one I’d fiddled with. That one was red and majorly inflamed. Almost painful. Should have known better. I put on a cage with more exposing features to allow air to it and keep an eye in case it got worse… I must have told my wife this about 6 maybe 7 times and she still asked why. Sometimes I know she’s just not listening! What she didn’t do is suggest I have a break from the cage to let it heal. That to her does not seem to be an option.
     
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    My Undeniable Truth

    “What do you want as a treat tonight?”

    “Sex”, I replied jokingly.

    “You always go for the strapon, guess I’ll get to use Minnie”, she replied. We’ve named her new dildo based on the fact it’s smaller with cute purple tones that make it more feminine than it’s counterparts. I hadn’t actually meant that version of intercourse, it’s a strange anomaly that our sexual terminology has changed so much over the last few months that neither of us seem to know what the other is talking about. From now on if I want to enter her (and not the other way around) I’ll be more explicit.

    “I meant full sex but but I was joking… when you ask me to pick I’m never going to choose an orgasm. That will always be for you to decide”

    “At least you understand. But when I do decide to let you have one it will always be ruined. Just so you know”, she had quickly replied and I was taken aback. She hadn’t even needed a moment to consider her response.

    “Not even to celebrate 6 months in or even after a year?” I bargained.

    “No, you’re just a better husband without them. You’ll have to accept that”. She’s correct and that’s the undeniable truth. I may no longer receive the pleasure of a full orgasm, or up until this point the ‘pleasure’ of a ruined orgasm for last two months… but our relationship continues to blossom. There isn’t a day that passes that I would swap my own selfish needs for the general day to day wonderment that this lifestyle provides in our relationship. She obviously has this in her mind too and holds the view point quite resolutely: reiterating her stance frequently. I think it is something I’m coming to terms with. My mind did briefly wander to how all those unsatisfied housewives feel, orgasm free for years; lonely and desperate for some real love, if they can do it than I can to provide a better environment for my family. There is a big exception in this scenario though, if I am a housewife, I’m certainly not unsatisfied. The earth shattering orgasm each time she takes me do cut into the frustration of never being sexual pleased in other ways. It’s almost enough. Almost. I’m still not completely accepting.

    ….

    She hands me the key, “Get yourself clean it’s time to go back into my cage”.

    My time in the open cage is done, the healing process complete and frankly I’m glad to be out of the longer version. Sleeping has been intermittent at best. Her terminology excites me, she had picked this cage for me but she’s never in this way taken ownership of chastity so casually like in that moment. I return clean, cage free and erect to find her lying naked on her back. One leg bent at the knee, the other laying flat to the bed. She looks incredible. I turn my pent up sexual energy to her. Caressing her legs as I move on top of her, my excited penis finding it’s way directly to her inviting, moist, opening…

    She pauses the exchange, “You can’t have sex with me. You had your chance!”

    I think back to Thursday evening. We expected too much, a busy week had left us with just one night for adult entertainment. A massage was discussed. Her needs were discussed. I went in with the vibrators almost instantly, prematurely. She went in with the Emla cream almost instantly, prematurely. Had we both been in that place, excited and sexually charged; not a regimented evening we were both at that point too tired to enjoy this could have been incredible. Unfortunately, she was cold, tired and not in the mood. I was cold, tired and unable to resist the numbing effect with a throbbing erection. We both left the evening unsatisfied. A lame attempt at sexual prowess. A red, strawberry flavoured condom dangling from my unresponsive flaccidity mocked us both. A deflating experience that put off any discussion of sexual interaction to one side up until today.

    I continue to tease my own excitement against her. Enjoying the moment; her kisses, her hands against my body, the feel of her warm body and the slight roughness of her once immaculately smooth legs. Her hand presses against my hip holding me from her, “No, you’re not allowed inside, you get one chance. There’s not repeats.”

    The soft touch of her body reminds me of the evening prior to this, writing the wrongs from Thursday her request for a massage had been obliged. No pressure, no expectation. Candles lit. Oil sensually caressed over every curve of her relaxed body. When the massage took her from relaxation to eroticism she requested the vibrator. As she stroked her free hand over my body her other clenched her wand, in time with my soft moans her body quivered to a satisfying end.
    If this had been a treat weekend for me all expectations or discussion of such were tactfully none existent.


    I become increasingly aroused at the positioning. My motions change and my hips begin thrusting, rubbing my moistening tip from bottom to the top of her opening. Moisture from my own dribbling precum and the glistening juices seething from her vagina. Having her so obviously aroused is a rarity. Surely she cannot deny me any longer, there’s only so long I can resist the natural compulsion to press myself inside her…

    “Time to to stop now. I’ve told you your not allowed inside me three times” she stops me, and as I move from her she asks “What have you got to say for yourself?”
    I apologised but she carried on, “nothing else? You know what happens when you don’t do as your told”

    I now knew my lines: “I’ll get your cane”.

    A complete set up! She had wanted this. I’d gone all week without any cause for her to assert herself with some light punishment and yet she’d created a situation in which she was going to make that happen. I couldn’t really argue, I’d blindly fallen into her trap.

    While I moved myself to get the cane she moved to pile of non-descript clothing and began to dress her self in my favourite sexual outfit - the completely non sexual attire that only I would find unbelievably arousing - she’d already got out her dildo which was cunningly stashed underneath.

    Helping her with her harness I tell her she looks cute.
    “I don’t look cute naked?” She retorts. Half jokingly, half annoyed. I do my best not to fall into a sabotaged conversation that will only end in further punishment.

    “No you look sexy naked, you look cute in Pokémon”, I escape with just the 30 strokes of the cane initially allocated. Ten for every time she ahead as to correct my behaviour.
    I’d taken sixty five last week so thirty would be a comfortable exchange, or it would be should she not have corrected her own poor form. She bent me slightly over the bed and half stood, half perched next to me. The first strike landed with a ferocity I had not anticipated. This would not be light punishment, I’d be lucky to escape this with my ass and erection in tact. She slowly and methodically administered her punishment. The intense pain it brought was greeted with groans. I stifled them the best I could as we still have other smaller beings in the house trying to sleep. When it ended I wiped my watering eyes and she caressed her hands across my back.
    “I should never have to tell you anything twice”, she comforted me. Her words were softer than a telling off, but in a strict tone. With the caning complete I could now enjoy the sexual side of this attitude and found myself incredibly aroused. Precum dripped from me.

    “Now lay down. On your back.” Stroking the purple penis between her legs “Maybe I’ll use this one day, but right now it’s time to let you orgasm.”

    She proceeded to caress my body. Her hands stroking my legs, my torso, my tight testicles. My penis bounced with pleasure, willing her to take it and play more forcefully. She didn’t reciprocate with her response. It was largely neglected until she rubbed her knuckle along its length. Back and forth. There was a certain amount of pleasure to this, enough with my now with chastity-induced-level of heightened sensitivity that it would tip me over the edge. I needed more. I wanted more.

    “You can’t make me cum with one knuckle”, I’d waited nearly two months for this moment and I wanted the frustrations to be rewarded with an intense explosion.

    “You don’t think I can?” She looked at me quizzically. Playfully.

    “Yeah but its just embarrassing” I replied. I didn’t want to let her on to the intensity of the frustration I was feeling. This whole scenario would have felt more comfortable should I have been blindfolded, hidden away in my own world. (Even writing this now the tense feeling down my spine. The clenching of my teeth. The tightness in my hands… it’s all returning) She laughed and took pity. Almost took pity. Taking the lube I had placed on the side in preparation for the pegging I now would not be receiving, pumping one drop onto the tips of her middle and index fingers and rubbing it gently onto the underside of my glans either side the line of my foreskin. She made circular motions with her fingertips. Softly. Gently. Keeping her fingers in place to resist my manhood twitching upwards with excitement. Intervals of around 10-15 seconds surrounded a momentary pause, she would not allow me to get too excited, to enjoy this too much.

    I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of her kneeled above me. Stroking my penis more like it was that of the of the female anatomy. Her cuter, similarly sized purple phallus dangling towards her inner thighs. I felt awash with embarrassment and nervousness, but overwhelmingly arousal!

    As she paused from her final interval my resistance was up, any hope it would be more than a frustratingly drawn out tease without sexual satisfaction was gone… the cum poured from the tip of my erect penis into the waiting glass. No force, no pleasure. With the removal of her fingers the stimulation was gone; with it any chance of sexual relief.

    “That will do you for another couple of months. Drink up”. She told me before taking herself from the bed and out of the room.

    ….

    So with this I have to accept more than the undeniable truth. My penile induced orgasms are now moments of fun for her. A tease with an unsatisfactory ending. Our relationship continues to blossom, but with so does something else. A level of control inside her; a somewhat mischievous retraction to my sexual satisfaction. In the name of our relationship only, it’s a perversion she’s becoming more comfortable in enjoying. I may be a better husband, but there’s also a truth that I’ve unleashed a sinister side to her. A side she’s too in tune with to try and counteract.
     
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    Catching up on this journal too. Great read. Should retitle it to IB-Chaste's journal of "Hot Thing his Keyholder has Said". I think you have more quotes in here than the whole other thread, LOL.

    Never picked up when you guys first started? When you joined in June you said you were new to this, but you guys are pretty far down the rabbit hole already (might be the only hole you get down)!
     
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    There is a reason for this. I think the story of chastity in itself is very much similar for each of us. It all affects us in similar ways. There’s probably not many of us who haven’t experienced the drop, a ruin, pegging, spanking etc.
    I think the differentiating factor in all of our stories is how chastity affects our relationships. There’s probably a few categories to which each keyholder fits, but I like to think as each one as unique.

    I like to make notes and quote her as this tells more of her story: from my perspective anyhow, I can’t say exactly what’s going on in her head when she says them. She could be fulfilling my fantasy with her words. Finding her own way of spinning denial in a way that suits her. It could that she’s genuinely believing in the things she says. The ‘better husband’ comment is something she mentions a lot. I think this is the most certain of all the things she says, the cementing factor in why we won’t be returning to our old ways. I think she is learning what she’s comfortable with. She is becoming increasingly confident in her words and following them up with actions…
    I could second guess everything she said, but what I do know is as she has taken it down her path we’ve both seen the benefits - in our relationship and in sexual satisfaction.

    I started this current lock up on the 20th of June. There was a thread of the first 20 or so days of this lock up. We’d had varied success previous to this. We’ve always been adventurous with sexual activity, I have anyway and she’s always been accommodating. She draws the line at anal (for her, as we tried it and it just wasn’t her thing) and sharing. I don’t think she’d need two or another man. She’s not actually into penetrative sex as some wives may be, she always needs external stimulation at the same time to climax. So that will never be a thing. Another woman? I don’t think she wants to explore that side. Half of me believes she doesn’t like vagina… half of me thinks she’s worried about it being too good. She always says she should have been a man. That’s another story though. For now, it all just means she’s very happy with her strapon! Everything else we’ve pretty much tried so she knows my limits: Poo is my limit, anything else is fair game.
    Chastity cages are something she just did not get along with though. I think actually being in control put her off. I can’t put my finger on exactly why she changed her mind, sharing the science definitely helped. Sharing my view on how I feel about the chores when caged against not, that helped too. It gave her the understanding that completing tasks for her while caged was almost fulfilling to me, whereas uncaged they were essentially chores.
    I also shared my expectations. I didn’t share them in a way that suggested this, that and the other - more what would feel comfortable result after 6 months. I plan to revisit that on the 20th December and compare whether it lived up to my fantasy… I think for the most part it has exceeded expectations. I’m sure I never mentioned anything about corrective punishments!
    The look of the cage was also important to her and knowing I wear the one she’s chosen. She will not tolerate anything in plastic!

    The journey before the 20th of June had started in overcoming some of her reservations. A few longer lock ups intermittently. But nothing I would call a lifestyle or success, it was always driven by me. Now she owns it!
    It all started really when she got a new job and told me she couldn’t keep up with all the housework and sexually satisfy me while working more hours. We made a game in which I was rewarded with sexual favours for anything I did to help out… but she couldn’t keep up with the rewards as I completed so much. One reward was a week in chastity… I guess the rest is history. Playing games has definitely fallen at the way side, which actually makes it far more relaxed and enjoyable.


    As I can’t leave a comment here without a good “hot thing my KH said”…
    Last night she questioned me about some jobs she’d asked to be done. She was late in filling in her task list and I was just going to keep going as I was. Doing the things she typically wanted doing, I almost saw it as a test to whether she needed to keep instructing me. In the middle of the day she sent me a picture of it filled in so after work I ensured everything for Tuesday was bottomed off.
    She was surprised (maybe a little disappointed) that everything was compete…
    I told her, “I’m getting very obedient”
    She put her hand on my leg, looked at me and replied, “Yeah, but I’ll still have to keep correcting you to keep you in line.”
     
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    Entry 26: Part 1:
    165 days since 24 hour release
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    Under the covers

    Since our little playtime on Sunday evening I’ve been transformed to an excitable schoolboy. Every free moment is focussed on thinking about all things sex. If my wife was worried about the drop from ruining my orgasms she needn’t have been; My libido has been rejuvenated. Any sight of cleavage, a pert rear in gym wear or a short skirt and my mind is wandering off to this sexual playground once again, it’s a playground occupied by only one person, my wife. Whilst being a school boy these fantasies may have diverted onto others, now any visual stimuli that creates that feeling below or the little twitch of excitement against my cage and my mind is filled with images of only her. I had been editing some photos of her this week and playing around making my own captions. (Which I’ll probably never share) I considered how lucky I am. These images would stand alone against any of the girls used on this site. For me, she outdoes them all. A cute, shy look in her face. Her intermittent freckles give her a youthful look, but her smile is always one of deviance. Maybe that just because that’s the smile she gives whenever she teases me, but I cannot differentiate the two these days. You wouldn’t pick her out in the street as someone who would permanently deny their husband the height of bodily pleasure, someone who would find teasing and causing frustration so incredibly rewarding. I guess you never really could see that externally but as a couple we just don’t fit in this lifestyle, we’d look out of place in a munch or bdsm convention (do they even exist? Who knows)
    Her body is incredible. Exquisite. Even bearing children has done little to detract from her appearance. The slightly apparent stretch marks do nothing but excite me further, her selfishness to go through that, a part of her she’d only willingly ever share with me. She’s beautiful and even more so for me as she amplifies all this by keeping the little hairy secret between her legs. I don’t know why she feels that this is an unfeminine way to keep herself, the modern beauty expectations of keeping everything smooth have had a lasting affect on her. She keeps it neat, well trimmed but very much for me. If a picture could tell a thousand words, I’d need way more than 1000 to describe just how incredible she is.

    Driving home one day from work, my mind filled with dreamy thoughts of entering her body. Of a closeness and intimacy she restricts for only the most special of occasions I started to ponder the aspects of my sex life I miss as a result of our chastity life.
    My mind settled to one scenario. Those colder evening snuggles. The snuggles that came with no expectation but turned into an excitably close, warm ‘quickie’. Now it’s colder I really started to miss those little moments. Nothing major. No pressure. Just a fun exchange where I enjoy the feel of her body, we feel connected and for the most part I’m rewarded by filling her with my oozing juice that does not want to stay where I intended it to. Staying warm and snuggly under the covers while she undertakes a clenched fast-paced waddle to the cold of the toilet seat before she can return and relax again, shuddering from the external chill in the warm nook between my arms and torso. I’ll miss those this winter!

    …..

    I rush from the bath, dry myself and jump into bed. Winter is definitely setting in. The price of gas has caused me to evolve quickly into my father, the new mantra of ‘put a jumper on if you’re cold’ works well for cost saving, however where the usually warm sanctuary of our bedroom was a safe space from the cold months it now has a briskness in the air. It is no place to linger with a damp naked body.

    I fumble my way through the covers and on top of her. Fully naked and cage free. We’ve had a busy week and I’ve undertaken the most of it in stretch skinny spray on jeans; look nice, terrible for ventilation and rubbing of the cage - A good clean was necessary and she was obliging.
    I tell her of the previous days thoughts of snuggly quickies.
    “No, get off me. We’re not doing anything tonight. I’ve got enough on” she tells me firmly. It is true. I was aware that nothing would be occurring on that front tonight. It’s already been an exhausting few days and she still has the stress of an event she is putting on the next day. Aware of the fact I had offered a non-sexual relaxing massage this evening, but with the cold and lateness she’d already got herself into pyjamas and now only her head poked above the warm safety of the covers.

    As we both hid away watching TV, snuggled closely, I feel her hand wander down my body and begin to stroke my semi-erect penis. Still too excitable to constrict him within his cage I’d allowed myself a little longer to enjoy freedom. My wife hadn’t instructed me otherwise so I had tried to keep it under the radar for the time being. Her strokes were soft, feeling the full length of my cock before removing her fingers from me and starting again at the base. I felt the motion of my swelling penis as blood flowed, it in turn stroked my body in a long circular motion starting between my inner thigh, resting briefly as it pointed towards my hip before it’s final journey to full erection due north. The final pulses of blood turning any remaining limpness and bringing it to life. Fully alert and attentive, my wife’s strokes continued, bringing me to the edge. I pushed my hand down and stopped her. She may have been willing to tease me, but she hasn’t expressed any interest in reverting her orgasm rules and allowing me to make a mess of the covers.

    Shortly after she moved my hand from hers and began a new penile massage technique. Her index and middle finger judo chopping against my length. Tapping their way from base to head. After a few more minutes again I grasped her hand from me.

    She pulled her arm up and removed the covers from my body. Taking in the sight of my now very excited penis she laughingly said, “see, you’ve had an erection now. It’s not shrunk at all. All good”.
    With her comment I resigned myself that this would be the end of my midweek tease. However, she pushed her two fingers on my opening and pulled away. Precum trailed from my shaft, on my body and still connecting to her withdrawing fingers, “look your a stringy, wet mess!”
    Her hands moved back towards me. Taking me in her grasp and rubbing her thumb around the whole head of my moistening, throbbing shaft. If I had to stop her now it would be far more difficult. Thankfully she ended this before anywhere close to that level again.

    I’m becoming increasingly aware of my wife’s turn ons. Her biggest being her response to my own pleasure. Playing with me had changed her previous stance, “Do you want sex?”
    My mind searched for a response. It flicked between two options. ‘Just say yes!!’ and ‘think of something witty, she’s obviously teasing you’. Before I could settle on the correct idea and verbalised it she’d already pulled the covers from herself. She pushed her bottoms down and exposed her perfectly groomed mound, lifted her hips and pulled them below her lower curves. I didn’t need a verbal response, I moved myself to a more desirable position between her. As her knees moved towards her body and she to pull her bottoms from her ankles I had a full view of the promised land. Glistening in the soft light. If playing with my cock had caused me to get wet. It certainly had the same affect on her. I pulled the covers over myself and she waited for me to get on top of her, to cover us both. Her hands didn’t miss a beat and reached between us as I lowered myself. Directing me immediately inside her. The struggle. She may be moist and now desperate to get this underway, to feel me inside her but her active lifestyle and rarity in penetration has had a positive effect in all the right places. I thrust gently backwards and forwards as she kept me in place, overcoming the pressure as I pushed past her small, tight opening. As my motions became longer, and she took my entirety inside of her the slick juices covered me and allowing a fluid motion, to enjoy the soft feel of her squeezing my hard member. A few minutes elapsed and I was approaching a point beyond any return. I needed to stop. I didn’t want to. I wanted to carry on. To fulfill my urges and see her little waddle to the bathroom. I restrained myself and paused inside her.

    “Do you want your wand?” I whispered into her ear hoping a little break would allow me to continue this short, exciting adventure to continue. I felt the movement of the pillow as she nodded. I assumed she nodded, I knew there was no verbal response coming so edged my bets and shuffled over to reach for it.

    “Don’t put too much cream on, I still want you to feel it”, she dashed my hopes of reviving the pleasure, she wanted my sustained movements. Not the poor guise of intercourse. No more lifeless sex, thrust and pause, thrust and hope I don’t get too excited, thrust and remove. She wanted to revive the pleasure, she wanted to revive it and heighten it for herself.
    A light layer of cream and I covered myself with a blueberry condom. (I just picked one at random, it’s pot luck in our bag of condoms)
    “I know you always want to be like me, but this is taking it too far. I have a purple penis, so you have to have a colourful one too? Such a loser”. She wasn’t attempting verbal humiliation, she was playing around but I’m starting to consider her technique on this front may need work. She didn’t even say small, call that SPH?

    I took my position back under the covers. She turned away and pushed her ass into my crotch, reached below and guided me as I returned inside her. The move from numbing myself to entry was short, I still had close to full sensation. I had envisaged the amazement of this situation, as the numbing effects increased I could naturally increase my tempo. Naturally taking her how she wished. To bring her fiercely over her own wall of pleasure and into ecstasy… the plan was solid, but as I began with my initial slow tempo her body tensed and she curled herself together, the sensations forcing her to the fetal position. Click. The vibrations stopped. She was done.

    She had enjoyed my little winter fantasy.
     
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    Entry 25: Part 2:
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    Pillow talk

    The evening had been fulfilling. I still had full sensation. Like a scene from willy wonka my penis remained overgrown, blue and somewhat harmlessly comical. Previous to the events we’d both had a little drink to come to terms with the stress of the week. Baileys for her and a tequila beer for me. We were in a good place and the conversation retained the sexual theme. Still laid behind her I began to stroke myself, I’m always intrigued by the feel of using Emla. It has had little effect… I doubt I’d used enough should she not have climaxed so quickly.
    “Get your hands off. You’ve had your fun now. You know what will happen if I have to tell you again.”. She said sternly. I laid there. My unrestricted erection frustratingly desiring some more attention. I knew better than to disrespect her orders and I really didn’t want to feel the hot strokes in this cold nights air. I tried to put it out of my mind and asked Is there anything she missed about sex now we live this way? She didn’t have an answer particularly, she seems to be pretty content with how these things go. She answered with her own question. “I’m not missing out, will you not miss ever having an orgasm again?”
    Again?? Like seriously. The was a finality to the way she said it. No joking. No teasing. She was just flatly asking how I’d feel about it. Not really knowing what to say, I replied “I guess I’ll miss never seeing my cum in you. You’d probably make me lick it out of you these days”

    “Yeah, you’d enjoy that I reckon” she said, I could hear the smirk on her face even if I couldn’t see it. “I already get an enough cum throughout the week from other guys”.
    We both no she wouldn’t have done that, but I carried on with the pretence, “well you didn’t make me lick that out of you”

    Then the playful manner to the conversation stopped and she asked very much more seriously, “Would you not consider that cheating?”
    Obviously, that would be cheating but I told her if it was planned and I knew about it then I wouldn’t consider it as cheating at all. Like if we were to have a threesome, that wouldn’t be cheating. It’s agreed.

    “And you wouldn’t mind me fancying someone else? As I’d only do that with someone I fancied”
    I considered all the times I’ve looked at other people, had sexual thoughts and didn’t think it would be something she wouldn’t understand. Although, my days of fantasising about others are through I still understand that other people are attractive. I told her that she’d still only love me, anything else would just be sex.

    “But what would you get out of it?”
    This one I really didn’t have an answer for at all. I’ve never considered cuckholding, other than the excitement of seeing her full of semen while I’m still excitable enough to enjoy it there really isn’t anything that I would take from that scenario. I described to her how some men would find it humiliating. That they weren’t allowed sex but there partner would be with someone else instead. That it would be exciting to watch perhaps.


    I don’t know if I’m open to this. I don’t know if she is, but there was a seriousness to the conversation.

    Worryingly she never seemed interested in chastity until she started posing question and had a serious conversation…

    I find myself thinking back to being a child. When your first allowed out to play it always comes with a restriction “don’t go past that gate”… “don’t go further than the end of the road”… If I have failed with anything in chastity it may have been not parenting better. I allowed my wife to take full control, I never said how far she could go. Will she really go past the gate?
     
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    Wow, does sound like things are taking an interesting twist and the potential for more down the road. Let me first say, I'm not in a cuck relationship and thus take my thoughts with a grain of salt here.

    In following your journey, it sounds like the two of you are in a great place and have a solid foundation...which from what others have said, that is definitely a necessity should you guys decide to explore further. To you point in the last paragraph, I personally don't believe you've handled wrong. It seems like you were letting her take things at her pace, and finding her own path that works for her/you guys as a whole. You guys are communicating and that's likely what is most important. Continue to talk through it and go from there. Perhaps its something you guys decide to give a go or ultimately, it remains a fantasy...whatever you decide, I see this being a joint decision which is what it should be. Look forward to hearing how things go.
     
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    Obviously, I’ve been thinking about it over the last few days and realistically I do find the concept of someone else finding my wife as attractive as me, and enjoying her in that way exciting. I couldn’t stay at home while that happened though, it would have to be a joint expedition and that brings up logistical issues regarding childcare etc.

    I feel the likelihood is that although she may be open to it at some stage it would be a long way off. If this is something she wants to try I’ll be leaving it in her hands as It’s not something I intend to push at any rate. Basically, if it’s her fantasy I’ll be accommodating like she has for me.

    That said. Even her being open to it. Discussing it with me and finding I’ll be open in allowing it for her: she’d then have to feel comfortable finding someone else. Confident enough to see it through. Confident enough in my ability to not be resentful. I don’t see it happening. It’s nice that she’s thinking more like this, but I think she has her limits in reality.
     
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    Sounds like you're definitely thinking it through and taking a logical approach. I'd think it would be some time down the road as well, if ever. But it all starts with communication between the two of you and given she's brought it up, I'd have to think it's something she'd consider. While the doubt is there at the moment, of course you know her best, look at how she's surprised you the past handful of months in how far she's come with regards to chastity..

    Last, I'd also agree to your approach to leave it in her hands. Given she had the courage to bring it up while the two of you were chatting leads me to think this could be a better than 50/50 possibility down the road. Looking forward to hearing more about your continued journey.
     
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    This just doesn't "compute" for me and my wife. We're working on her list of things she's learned from chastity which I to hope to post before too long. One of the things she's admitted to is that she craved the attention of other men befoe chastity. Now that desire is gone. Neither of us can imagine being with someone else at this stage in our relationship because we are so satisfied.

    I think the key differences for us are: 1-My wife has no desire to totally deny me orgasms because we're finding the right balance to maintain my attentiveness. She gets incredibly turned on teasing me and when she does give me an orgasm. 2-We can't have PIV or she doesn't want it because of her flexibility issues. She doesn't have a longing to be "filled" because of a lack of PIV over so many years. 3-Our faith has taught us that the authentic intimacy in marriage is a metaphor for the relationship that God wants to have with men & women. This realization has greatly enhanced our relationship with the Lord. And monogamy is a vital principle of that spiritual dynamic.
     
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    Personally I don’t think it really resonates in our relationship either. It was a strange one, almost out of the blue. Sometimes we have these types of conversation and they mean nothing.
    We’ve genuinely never been closer than in the last few months and I don’t feel she has any need to be satisfied more than she already is. It could have been a hypothetical set of questions, really just to understand my thoughts, to understand the concept in general… I don’t think I’ll bring the conversation up again unless she initiated it and I’ll be more direct with her on her thoughts. I never actually asked where it came from.
     
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