Little extracts from my boring chastity life…

Entry 1:
80 Days since release (defined by a period of more than 2 hours)
Ruined orgasms: 4
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

I find myself a little frustrated today; I can’t stop thinking of how beautiful my wife looks wearing her harness and brightly coloured dildo. I’m feeling ready for a good pegging session. Selfishly taking her fake cock in all the right places… it will be a long time until that happens now.
Before the weekend my wife was almost gleefully discussing how she wanted to spoon with me, thrusting behind me whilst she pleasures my constricted penis. I’m not sure which of us was most excited by this. We don’t normally plan sexual encounters but when she has something in her head she’s quite resolute in ensuring she follows it through.

That was, before I stole an orgasm! Oops.

Saturday night and we have an evening that appears destined to be full of action. You just know it’s going that way throughout the day. Little playful actions, bum squeezes, groping, those little looks. It’s going to happen. You know it.
A customary massage for my wife takes the scenario in a completely different direction. She had plans, she’d asked me to wash thoroughly and left me uncaged following my bath. I was obliging of course, caressing oil into her body for some time. Taking my time to ensure she enjoyed it like she would any other evening. She has told me that she doesn’t get proper attention when I’m free, I wanted to dispel this myth (… truth, being allowed an erection takes my mind from her pleasure and i concentrate on my own).

When I finally turned my attention to her intimate regions I was a little surprised. Whether it was a result of her hormones changing - she’s recently stopped taking birth control ( “why bother when we don’t have sex”), being aroused more than usual feeling my cock pressing against her after all this time or was she just in the mood? Whatever the reason she was dripping onto the bed covers. I’ve not seen her that horny since she first wore a strapon! At that time it was pouring from her down her thighs.

After time massaging her back and turning her over and completing my work on her front I proceed to kiss up her thighs and initiate oral.
“Not tonight, I want you inside me”
Ok, so a little back story. When we started chastity my wife has been quite explicit in that she would not have sex with me as she wouldn’t trust herself to not get carried away and allow me to orgasm. After time this stance lessoned and previous to this encounter she has let me inside once. It was almost torturous holding back my own orgasm after 45 days but I managed. A real hero!!
This time she told me to get the delay spray and a condom. “Chocolate condom ok?”, I asked. She genuinely did not care. It was just the first one I had picked up. Maybe I’m in a minority but wearing flavoured condoms excites me… something about seeing my cock wrapped in different colours that just works. I applied the spray and the condom.

I got on top of her and we kissed. Entering her I felt some sensation but it was muted. Numbed, wrapped and the incredible amount of lubrication. It was enough that I didn’t have to worry about getting carried away however, not too much that it still felt absolutely incredible!
Of all the positives that chastity brings and all the frustration that goes hand in hand with; the one thing I think that is a genuine negative is the lack of that moment. Not dirty, sweaty, passionate sex. The moment you enter and you just connect in that boring missionary position you’ve grown to almost loathe. There’s no other time that you feel so connected.

So wrapping up this story. We had amazing sexual intercourse… when she had finished with the aid of her magic wand it was over. Second time inside her and I’d avoided going over the edge. I’ll say it again, I’m a sexual hero!!

It was a perfect night of chastity. I recaged and we cuddled. Had a laugh, watched some TV. We both fell asleep and it ended there… perfect… except it didn’t, not content with how frustrated I was in that moment she decided to spoon me, tweak my nipples, rub my thighs and then circle her finger on the end of my cage. Rubbing my cock in a way that made me feel obscenely feminine. She had me moaning and thrusting. I told her to stop. She didn’t, not until she’d played so much that when she did my cum poured from me. Down my legs. Everywhere. I have a lot of cum these days it seems.

And then you know. That was a mistake! Instantly I could feel her mood change.

“Why didn’t you stop me”

I know the rules, I’m not allowed to cum. I’ve fucked up. I don’t know what exactly the punishment will be, but I’m not looking forward to it.

 

So the the last few days my wife and I have been on polar opposites of the sexual scale. Her, tired from work and general life is looking for more massages, cuddles and early nights. Me, tired from work and general life find myself increasingly horny and frustrated. Men

So on my day off and in between being generally productive, I’m wasting my time thinking too much about sex.

Here are my top 10 most enjoyable moments since this lifestyle became reality:

10: Showing commitment
The first entry on the list, my wife deciding to stop birth control. She seems happier, she’s lost weight almost instantly, she’s more aroused than usual. What a sign of commitment to orgasm denial that no longer worries that I will ejaculate inside her

9: Public Embarrassment
Asking about her breakfast in a posh cafe:
“Well it’s the only sausage I’ll get no we both agree you shouldn’t cum anymore”. In my place, in public. Fuck I almost died.

8: Blowjobs.
A couple of of weeks in the cage lead to my first ever ruined orgasm. Increasing her time from a few seconds to an enormous 8 seconds of my penis in her mouth. Cum poured from my penis.

7: Unexpected orgasm
Just cuddling in bed and my wife started tapping the cage. “You can’t cum like this” she teased. I could. At that moment I exploding. Hilarity ensued ensuring this would be remembered by both of us. I had always been proud of my stamina in the bedroom, what has chastity done!


6: The long haul.
45 days without orgasm or release. Around 30 days or so in my wife became aware and commenced the teasing about the when ‘the day’ would come. Embarking on this journey I never expected a period of denial more than a few days….

5: The first denial.
After 17 Days of being locked up and making my first request to be released. “No, that’s not happening. It’s not even time for milking yet”.
Something about the first real denial experience that will live in my memory forever.

4: Pegging.
Not for the first time, but being pegged in the missionary position as she aimed to inflict maximum pleasure from my spot. Having your wife completely swap roles in this manner is truly life changing… well it’s not, but it’s fun none the less.

3: Multiple ruins.
After 45 days of no release I receive my reward in the way of a handjob. The first ruined orgasm was successful, I was drained and still fully erect. Continuing her play time my wife found out she could ruin another orgasm straight after the first… and then another for good measure. The third of which bore no fruit and the game ended.

2: Sexual Intercourse- no orgasm.
Bread and butter for most chaste relationships I imagine. For a long time though it was something I didn’t think I would experience. The heightened sense of feeling after such a long time of denial and the success of bringing her to orgasm without having my own. A real sense of achievement and pleasure all in one. A proud moment up their with my wedding day and birth of my children

In at number 1: my first real punishment
Ok so this one wasn’t enjoyable like I imagined. I’d bought her a ruler to tame my bad habits. Nothing intense, more of a novelty to inject some fun.
Bent over and her first two cracks are on opposite cheeks.
“I thought you were going to make this hurt”
“You’re kidding, I’m punishing you for telling me what to do and your still telling me what to do?!”
That tone. That measured control. That obvious annoyance. Fuck, my wife can be a dominatrix! I was bruised for weeks.

Honourable mentions for others that didn’t make the list. The first time my wife explained why we wouldn’t end chastity. The first successful milking. Successful use of numbing spray. Downing a shot full of cum…. Ok, there’s way more! So chastity can be boring but it certainly has it’s more entertaining moments.

 

Thank you!
I never thought this lifestyle would be something we’d ever undertake. You’re right though, once you genuinely learn to give up control and forget your own preconceived ideas about what this should be it all escalates very quickly…

 

Entry 3:
85 Days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 4
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

It’s time for punishments…

It’s fair to say that in our relationship my wife occupies the role more typically allocated to the male. She likes to come home from work, tea on the table and slob out. She doesn’t particularly worry herself too much on general appearance, often without make up and rarely finding the energy to shave or do her nails etc. Don’t get me wrong, she’s fucking gorgeous but she doesn’t try to be. However, it’s generally deeper than that. She often talks about how amazing it would be to be a man for the day. Frequently, while wearing her strapon she’ll mention it. How fun it would be to have a real cock (fuck, that’s a fantasy of mine too… but only for a small period. I’m pretty comfortable with my sexuality). If she was actually in fact a man though, it would be considered that she has a very low sex drive. Her orgasms are less frequent that anyone who in fact beholds a Y chromosome. She doesn’t orgasm often, and when she does it’s a long road with a whole lot of attention, affection and foreplay. She doesn’t scream or squirt like those women you see on the internet. She doesn’t have 6,7,8 orgasms in a row that some men like to brag about from time to time. You really have to pay attention to her breathing, her body movements, her demeanour but she gets there and it looks pretty incredible from where I am. If I had orgasms like that I’d be less willing to give them up.

But back to that later…

Back on top sexual form my wife had deemed this weekend a time to punish me for my previous Indiscretion. We both had the weekend off and for a change had little planned other than spending some time together.
A while ago (although never using it) she had filled out our spin the wheel game with treats as I’d been on good behaviour. On Saturday afternoon she got it out and it was apparent that it no longer something I should be looking forward to. The wheel itself is made from a cardboard whiteboard cut into a crude circle and a spinner from one of the kids old games (pull my finger if anyone is interested. The kids have outgrown it and the spare monkey butts are long gone).

“Spin it”

I span the wheel and thankfully it landed on a blank space. This previously has said ‘ruined orgasm’, but she had wiped that off! My luck was in!!

“Oh you’re not getting off that easily, try again”

‘All treats will be undertaken in lingerie, spin again’

Not bad. Except she’d written ‘x20 cane’ underneath.

I span again… by the time we’d finished my weekends punishments had been decided. A four pronged attack devised to punish and exacerbate my frustration:

Caning
So in all I had earned 60 strokes of the cane. I was dubious that I could even endure that many but we started.
“How many is that?”
“19?”
“No, that’s 20. If you can’t count properly we’ll have to start again!”
I wasn’t in a position to really argue, but it was definitely 19! But I’m not going to complain. My god they hurt!! I took 30 and was about to tap out, there was a brief pause and when the caning had recommenced she switched to what I thought was a paddle. (She later told me it was the ruler).

“You know if this doesn’t bruise we’ll have to do it all again tomorrow. It’s not a proper punishment if it doesn’t leave a mark”.

Strapon
Prior to the caning I had walked into the bedroom after my bath to find she had prepared herself for tonight’s punishments. She was dressed for the occasion. Ok, some may think that wearing a pvc bodysuit, knee length boots and a masquerade mask would be the appropriate attire for such an occasion. My wife and I probably aren’t as serious with this. Her typical sexy outfits, or what she wears for pleasing me is a pair of boy shorts and an oversized t-shirt. She feels comfortable and therefore acts far more naturally. Todays pick was black top with a large Flash emblem. It might not be for everyone but coupled with her harness and fake cock it has me incredibly worked up before anything has even started.
This being real life and not some porn fantasy when I’d walked in there was no sexy one-liner or beckoning me to the bed.
“Look at me. I’m actually brushing my hair after a bath. I never do this. You’re impressed right”
We had a few jokes, hugs and kisses. I commented on her choice of the smallest dildo. She wasn’t going to let me enjoy it too much. More an aim to work me up without letting me orgasm. I was impressed with her… not about brushing her hair, she really should do that … but her skills were on point that night. Maybe the smaller dildo has its advantages.

Freedom
Ok. So this doesn’t at all seem like a punishment and in truth it appeared to be left on from the treats. However, I had earned a day out of the cage. Starting Sunday morning and ending before bed. We’d be spending the day together so no chance of any further indiscretions.
That morning I went down to make breakfast and as I left she said, “You know if that’s all it takes to make you more compliant, one little dildo. Wait until you’re put back in later. It’s going to be so frustrating”
It was true. By the time I’d been instructed to recage myself after our day together I’d had more erections than I would’ve in a usual week prior to chastity. I’d been so close to orgasm I’d had to tense the back of my thighs and pray nothing else stimulated my penis. On numerous occasions I’d moved her hand, pulled out from her mouth, moved away only for her to continue. Yes, it doesn’t seem like a terrible punishment but you’ve got to have some fun right? I’d begged for her to let me cum!
“You’re allowed to cum, but if you think 60 was a lot then I wouldn’t”
I didn’t. She was right. I was left truly frustrated.

5 orgasms
The final instalment of my punishments, and this brings this entry full circle I’ll go back to orgasms. After an evening being entertained on my knees and a day being constantly teased and tormented, I now have to wait until I have given her 5 orgasms before I have any sort of release. I’m up one as after being recaged she was more than willing to allow me to play with her. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who ended up incredibly aroused by this weekend! But back to our normal lives and I know this is going to be a long wait for any further freedoms.


caning (part two)
So I didn’t bruise the first time round. The second round of caning was quicker, far less erotic (if that’s a thing). It was designed to ensure compliance. Within 2 minutes she’d issued out more of a punishment than the previous night and now writing this it still hurts to sit down!! Fuck! I will learn to control myself.

 

Entry 4:
91 Days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 4
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

So I made it! Yesterday marked 90 days in 24/7 chastity!!
Maybe we did it wrong. I feel no different to other 89 days in chastity.

We celebrated in absolutely no way whatsoever. Apparently 90 days means absolutely nothing to us.

One moment of interest from the day came in the morning, my wife telling me she’d had a dream about my cock. Apparently, even in her dreams I am locked up.

 

Well, currently I’m not allowed out of my cage until she has a few more orgasms - part of my previous punishment and wasn’t really feeling it, not a good time of the month for her.

 

We never really took to the manuals. 90 days is just something that seems to be a milestone when you read them. She has her own ideas about how she runs things…
Going forward i impinge they’ll be more of the same. I remain locked up and released for whatever she feels like doing. I quite like life this way.

 

Entry 5:
92 Days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 4
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

I return to my wife still in bed. I’m carrying her morning cup of tea. It’s customary that I make her one. Just like doing it. Without any discussion or greeting:

“Today I’ll have lemon curd on toast for Breakfast. I just want something light”

This may be the most vanilla dominant action that anyone has cared to write about, but for some reason I was really taken aback by it. I think it was the assured manner in which she said it, I’m not really sure… but the natural control she just has in life now just made me smile.

 

Entry 6:
Day 96 since 24 hour release.
Ruined orgasms: 5
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

Role reversals.

I am now officially a woman. Or at least occupying the female typical role within our relationship…

It’s been a rocky few days for my wife. She’s tired. She’s had a long week at work. Although, this post may come across in way that we have some marital problems it’s just not the case. It was however a strange day for me.

Yesterday, I returned home from work at 2pm. I completed housework. Collected my son for the childminders. Took my wife’s dogs for a walk. I cooked tea… and by the time my wife returned from work at 6pm I hadn’t sat down to relax since I had woke up.
I was looking forward to my wife returning. I’d had one of those days; only conversing with the muppets I employ at work and then a child who isn’t quite adept at conversation just yet. I wanted a chat. A chilled out evening. I have my wife’s tea ready for when she walks through the door…

“Im shattered. I need to sit down” she says.

‘Really… she needs to sit down’ eye roll.

She eats her tea and proceeds to ignore the environment at home scrolling through her phone and proceeding to send messages to colleagues. It’s Friday night. WTF!? Switch off.
Tired and unrewarded by my wife’s return from work I take my son and bathe him alone before getting him ready for bed. After putting him to down I have a quick bath myself before laying on the bed and start searching for something to watch on TV.

After about 20 mins she enters the room, leans over me for a cuddle.
“Do you want my strapon?”

I really didn’t, inside I was really annoyed with the way the evening had gone. I was was annoyed with her. But I didn’t want to make a big thing of it.

“Obviously, im not going to turn that down. But doesn’t seem like you’re in the mood. You’ve barely spoken to me all night” I reply.

We have a short frosty exchange. 10 mins later I receive the same. She leans over me. Kisses me.

“Get my strapon”

Ok. So maybe I’m annoyed but the sex was amazing. Feminising in a strange way I’ve never felt. She’s long had a desire to spoon me and have sex in a manner I would her. Facing away, I lay with my body slightly open to her. My legs rubbing hers. She enters me. She caresses my body. Kisses my neck. Licks my nipples. Rubs her finger tips against the end of my cock like I would play with her clitoris. The whole thing was overwhelming. It’s been a long time since I had a release.

After some time she grabs my hip as her motions become a little faster and smoother. I begin to orgasm. My whole body shakes. I release fluids from my caged penis. (I say fluids… it didn’t seem like typical cum and certainly not enough in the case of a typical orgasm. Honestly, a first for me and I’m still a little confused by what happened to me)
She carries on at a slower pace before bringing herself to her own climax with her wand.

I lay in bliss. I get closer her to her to enjoy the moment.
“ I don’t want to cuddle. I’m too tired for that” she states. “You’re getting your cum all over me. Lick it off”

I clean her and wipe myself down. She’s back on her phone. I lay down and continue searching for something to watch.

So that’s it. I have fully entered my role as under appreciated housewife!

#chastitylife

After a while she did spoon my again harness free. I felt better. She’s not that bad.

 

Entry 6:
Day 98 since 24 hour release.
Ruined orgasms: 5
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

So it’s been just 3 days since my last ‘orgasm’.
My chastity mentality is wavering. It’s been a struggle.
The events of Friday night have been on my mind and in all the days I’ve been locked up I think last night has been the hardest. My wife’s energy has returned and she’s playing her mild dominatrix role well. She’s teasing frequently.
Massaging her body and bringing her to orgasm was great and selflessly I want to say that it was enough, usually it is… but I’m absolutely gagging for her to release me. Grab my member and rigorously bring me to orgasm, put it in her mouth and let me pour my load down her throat or even bend her over the furniture and use her for my satisfaction. I need to get the thoughts out my head.
We had a brief conversation after and I mentioned the struggle. She seemed unconvinced.
“You did choose this life, you’re happy aren’t you?”
Overall I am, I told her so.
“Good, as I like it this way. You’ll have some fun soon. I’m thinking around 50-60 days” she said playfully.

She knows now though at what stage I’m at. Whether she acts upon it is another story. She has her own mind. Besides, I still have one orgasm of the designated 5 of hers remaining before her punishment is over…

 

Entry 8 (part 1)
Day 98 since 24 hour release.
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

Day 98 (again)

Ok I’ll apologise now, but there’s a lot of mundane stuff over the next few days… it’s get bit more sexual in part two.

Writing my last post was quite enlightening to me, seeing my frustrations written down and adding consideration to them I felt better. I could see why I felt frustrated. I was forgetting the basics of what this was all about (in our relationship). I decided to focus on her again. I know I shouldn’t be insinuating what sexual activity we carry out, I made a mental note to stop thinking too much into the sexual aspects and get back into enjoying the day to day. Her company. The time it gives us as a family. Back to how this dynamic worked well.

I didn’t mention anything sexual for two days.
I thought about the things she had told me, little comments.

Finishing work (yes my last post was while I was at work, sometimes I wonder how I get away with half the stuff I do. Or at least do very little and still out perform my peers. Anyhow…) I went to the chemist and collected her prescriptions. I knew she’d forgot but I surprised her with this. Some women like roses. Apparently, my wife prefers 400mg Aciclover tablets… each to their own.

She had mentioned how hairy I had gotten. Normally she likes hair on me.
“Not this hairy, I don’t want you to be bald like a young child, but you definitely need to do some work”.
Getting in from my errand and collecting my toddler I sorted it out. Im not a neglectful parent, he was napping and I’d complete housework at this time before she returned but I made sure I squeezed both it. I trimmed my body hair back but leaving a little more than usual on my chest, a small gesture so she knew I’d taken onboard her comment. I left my pubic hair in a neatly trimmed triangle. Shaving the rest. Just how she likes it apparently.

She was concerned with her diet going down hill so That evening I ensured we had a healthy option.

I knew she was tired so we had a cuddle and an early night. I was applying lotion to my shaved areas and the cage was slipping down somewhat. Well after warm bath, no stimulation and a boat load of lubricant who’s wouldnt?! She commented and looked a little unnerved. I knew what she was insinuating. She thought I could escape, this gave me something else I could do for her.

The next morning she had a lay in as she was starting work later than usual. I hoped by the evening she’d be feeling a little more herself.

Day 99

As always in the morning I send my wife a message. Just something so she’s knows I’m thinking of her. I just sent a kissing emoji, you know the one that kisses a love heart whilst winking. It’s my favourite. Her reply, which was surprising as it was before 6am.
‘Got the 5:30 screaming alarm clock this morning. FML’
Any thoughts that she’d be back to her best today were soon gone.
She didn’t message me again for around 4 hours. A list of all the jobs she’d done. Usually, I’d dismiss this. “I’d have got them done, you didn’t need to.” Instead I thought about my wife, tired and at home on a rare morning off. She could chill, but she’d gone out of her way to ensure she’d treated me. I thanked her and told her I’d be treating her later (winky smiley). I was hoping she’d think this was sexual but I’m trying to do better.

When she finished work after a late meeting she returned to her tea. I had her a candle lit bath run. Her book on the side. On top of that her favourite chocolate bar. White chocolate Kinder Bueno.
Ok I know she’s worried about her diet but I knew she’d appreciate that. I was considerate, I didn’t buy her a family sized slab like we’d probably go through!
“I don’t really know how you expect me to read in candle light?”.
Best laid plans as they say, I thought to myself, next I’ll be cuddling her dog to death and she’ll be shooting me in the head… ok I probably wouldn’t go that far. I’m not actually fond of the dogs!
After she got out. Still reading wrapped in her towel. Apparently, it’s not a good book... (Later she’ll tell me the whole plot line was pointless and disjointed) but she couldn’t put it down. I asked for the key. She looked at me puzzled.
“Don’t worry, I just want to put the smaller cage back on”
I didn’t actually want to put it back on, but it’s a small sacrifice. She didn’t argue at all. This was something she definitely wanted… and truth be told, there is no escape at all again!

She continues to read her book so I’m at a loss now what to do. I start to rub lotion into her feet before moving onto her legs. After a while she puts her book down, removes her towel. It’s on!!

Nope.

She lays naked on her front. My back needs doing!

After two days my frustrations have gone. Im back to being more concerned with her needs and I genuinely feel happy within myself again. As it turns out this also comes with rewards…

 

Entry 8 (part 2)
Day 98 since 24 hour release.
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

Day 100

I return from work and my wife is alone in the bedroom on a teams meeting. I take her up a cup of tea and tickle her feet. I whisper to her, “il do that properly later”

I’m hoping she was muted on her chat as she looked at me, and declared “You’re going to find that hard when your tied up!”

So we may not have celebrated day 90 but 100 was pretty special!

I’m given the key and told to be quick in the bathroom but come back without my cage on. I have a thorough clean in the bath and return to her dressed in her silky pink zebra print babydoll before she ties me down to the bed. The under bed restraints have by far been our best purchase for our mild forays into BDSM. No fuss, they stay under the bed for when they’re required and are really effective. If the children ever happen to come upon them we just tell them there to hold the mattress in place. It’s worked so far, we haven’t had any follow up questions!
At this stage I would struggle to recall the last time I’ve had any stimulation cage free, or at least any stimulation cage free without delay spray and a condom to prevent any accidents. As she straddled me, the silk fabric brushing against me and her crotch pressing down on my throbbing penis I knew instantly controlling myself was going to be a challenge. She placed a blindfold over my eyes and started by kissing me. After some attention from her tongue all over my body. She takes feather tickler to me, tickling me all over before stroking it back and forth over my cock. I had to stop that, even feathers are getting too much!!

She laughed. “This is great, your so easy”

“What’s great about it? You’ve got a husband with premature ejaculation issues…”

“Yeah, but it makes my life easier. Soon you’ll be finished before I’ve even touched you!”

She moved between my legs and rubbed me balls and penis gently before taking me in her mouth. A few seconds in and I’m begging her to stop!

“What I’m supposed to do 10 seconds 10 seconds..”

Ok, I knew from this comment that I didn’t have to worry about ejaculating tonight, it was going to be entirely ruined, but I’d earned my release.
I’ll elaborate a little; my wife still struggles to know my body. Or at least know when my body is going to react. I’m not surprised as even I find it crazy just how quick that is these days. When we started this adventure we were studying ruined orgasms. One particular video showed a handjob technique of vigorous stimulation for 10 seconds, pausing for 10… over and over again until it squirted out. Apparently it was femdom, approved whatever the fuck that means? 2 observations from this. Firstly, no man in 24/7 chastity is ever going to need 10 seconds. And secondly, if she was ruining an orgasm in this was why did she carry on after he climaxed? It was like she wanted him to enjoy it after. I do doubt it’s credentials but the technique seemed a good guide. Some stimulation and then pause to see if there’s any results…

“Better make it 3 seconds, 3 seconds”.

We both laughed and then she started again.

So it took 6 seconds in total!

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being ruined. There’s definitely some relief that goes with it. As I’m writing this now I’m feeling a lot more comfortable than I have for a few days. But the levels of pleasure you reach, before pouring juices out in a really unstimulating way. It definitely adds to the frustration. I think I got about two enjoyable tenses of my penis but nothing majorly exciting… ok, I completely get why they are used, I just don’t see the result as a reward.

“Oh my God. Is there anymore??”

Yeah it definitely took quite a while before the ‘climax’ was over and I feel her leaning over me. I get that distinct scent and know she’s caught it.

“Open up”

She pours it in my mouth. My mouth is full. No Joke!

“That’s not even all of it. Suck it out.”

She hasn’t even given me a moment to swallow and with the back of my mouth drowning in semen this was impossible. I try to tell her I can’t but that’s also not possible… I swallow before licking the glass clean.

Im almost disappointed with the blindfold now as I really would have liked to have seen how full that little glass was. It’s just a shot glass and I’m not a connoisseur of hard spirits, but I’m pretty sure this shot glass is larger than the typical. It’s maybe a double measure. She tells me it was over half the way full.

Sometimes it’s hard to know what my wife is thinking, but she left me under no illusions. I was leaving the room and she said “I love this life. I get everything I want. My life is bliss”. As comments go it’s pretty clear her feelings right now.

Thinking I’d push this comment a little further I stopped and asked “You don’t miss sex?”

“No, I get that whenever I want it”

Ok, this surprised me… we’ve had sex twice since we went to 24/7 lockdown. Prior to this we’d have done it easily 3-4 times a week, if not more. Did she always just want less? Was she really just doing it for my benefit. After some major life issues one of the main attractions for me and my chastity journey was exactly this; the thought that I pushed for sex when she didn’t want it, or that she was doing it even when she didn’t really feel it. That was really the one big benefit to me, she’d never feel obliged. We’d never have those mid sex moments where I’d be questioning whether she was even enjoying it.

Although, disappointing that she really doesn’t want sex that often, it was good to know from my side chastity had been justified. I felt contented. I couldn’t argue with how happy she seemed! I gave her a kiss before leaving to make us drinks. I needed something clear my throat!

I return and tell her that was good way to celebrate 100days!
“It’s not been that long. That’s gone really quick!”
I show her my phone screen. I have countdown widgets showing how long everything has been. Sure enough. A big 100 is written aside ‘days since 24 hour release’
She looks at it. Smiles and holds her hand up to me for a high five! We’re good at this chastity business

 

Entry 8 (part 3)
Day 98 since 24 hour release.
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

Maths

Somewhere during the night. Probably as she was releasing me from the straps my wife said “That’ll do you for another month or so”

So here’s the maths:

I’ve had 6 ruined orgasms in the 100 days.

That’s roughly once every 2 weeks.

But take out the ruined orgasms which were entirely unintentional; Once while tapping my cage, once while stroking my cage and ultimately punishing me for making me cum and finally an orgasm whilst she pegged me… the real number is actually 3.

That’s once every month!

I’ve been thinking she’s been quite generous while going along with whatever she feels like at the time. This comment and the numbers clearly show she has a plan! Once a month for a ruined orgasm. Never a full one. Unless she’s serious about special occasions. In which case Christmas can’t come quick enough…

 

Entry 9:
105 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

Nocturnal Confusion

I wake up in the night.
I check my phone. 3:30am.
Something doesn’t feel right.
I can’t quite put my finger on it.
I want to drift off back to sleep but I feel strange.
I sit up and will myself to full consciousness.
After some time I begin to understand what’s causing this bewilderment.
The familiar pressure between my legs is missing.
No mild pain.
No straining at my balls.

There’s no erection!

A light feeling of panic sets in…

What’s going on?
Have I lost the ability.

I can’t take my mind away from my cage.
A few moments later I can feel the swelling.
The strain.
I feel the pumping blood in my swiftly engorging penis.
This feels good.
Every pulse is met with resistance by the metal cage.
I continue to twitch my cock to full life.
The pleasure begins to grow.

I could carry on.
I could cum without touching myself.
I could pass it off to the wife as my first wet dream.

My conscience sets in.

I can’t do this.
She’ll know.
You’ll know.
I can’t lie.
You’ll be punished.
You have have to stop.

I begin to feel guilty.
The pressure fades.
I fall back to the safety of my sleep.

That could have got messy! This could be a long Locktober!

 

Thank you! I don’t even know why I wrote that entry. Didn’t think anyone would want to hear about a flaccid penis in chastity

It’s not 105 continuous days without any fun at all, it’s just that final moment of ecstasy I’ve had to give up. To avoid the drop. She wouldn’t call it a drop, she’d basically say she doesn’t want me mardy for 10 days or so. The ruined orgasms provide some relief. 3 days or so of not feeling too aroused to cope. Some of the other things she does just heightens the frustration. Strapon play has me squeezing in my cage for days. I don’t know how you cope in a homosexual relationship, think being topped that often would be worse than I endure. Having her grind her naked bottom into me while we’re spooning and watching Tv is another one. I could have just exploded last night without any stimulation!

I believe this is just 105days into the rest of my life. I discussed an orgasm for Christmas.
“I don’t know why I’d do that and ruin my Christmas. I don’t want you on a downer!”
I get the impression they’ll never be a good time!