121 days.

74 days to go…

Ok, so the horniness returned with a crack of lightning. I can feel it coursing throughout me. The solution it seems was simple… something to excite my senses. A little porn. Except, I didn’t find myself looking at that at all, I perused the gallery of indecent images my wife has sent me over the years.

It’s strange, the older photos with a hint more youthful vibrancy are more explicit in nature, yet her expressions are of innocence. I don’t know, I wondered a little if maybe being with me takes its toll. Like the exciting games we used to play have escalated towards burden… but I feel overall any new experience is more exciting to begin with. Each time their is something different within the pictures she adopts the same smirking smile. “I have you”, that’s what I feel it says.

Just a few months into our relationship and she was sending photos with her strapon. Pegging videos came next. Trialling a little sounding is in the mix (not something either of us feel too comfortable with). There’s some images I don’t remember her sending, tied down and blindfolded by candlelight, why did she take pictures? Is this what she deems romantic?

I had completely forgotten then video she made of the first time she managed to fist me completely. She was so excited! Then there’s the weird stage, the hours of work she put in to completely transform me into a woman… honestly, you wouldn’t know I was a guy until you got into my pants, but neither of us found this sexually appealing - a fun hobby perhaps. My favourite of her in her flash t-shirt admiring her clear strapon.

Photos of lingerie, hairier attributes, bigger dildos. There’s so much we’ve experienced together…

And yet I find it strange that we both lean towards chastity. We prefer less. That’s a weird concept, of all the branches within a sexual nature we could explore and we’ve pursued the one that restricts them all.

I view through them and find myself fantasising about what comes next. My immediate future. I long to take her. To be inside her. My mind seems to disagree, all it wants is a few moments of freedom, a slight tickle and an (unsatisfyingly) orgasmic semi erect cumshot. In my fantasy it’s in a condom… I have no idea why. I just seem to like the idea. Do I really want to eliminate my own sexual acts so much that I don’t feel the full force of an erection or her soft touch against my penis? I should see a psychologist!

That’s when I see the one image that will always take my breath from me. One that means so much, but unimaginable to show to the outside world. Soft lighting, edited to black and white; my wife stands smiling. Looking downwards, naked and fully shaved with her hands wrapped around her belly. 2 months after this photo my wife would bless me with the first planned addition to my life… everything before this was consequential of other ongoings. I found my wife and knew there could be more, but this was the moment I realised I had a future I could be happy within.

I would absolutely give up my penis for this woman.

Fuck I’m weird… and maybe a tad drunk

 

She does mostly. There’s a few I’ve taken, but mostly it’s her. Mirror selfies, pics of things I couldn’t see and the times she grabs the camera out of excitement…

I know right, I’ve been drinking too much rum and done so little these last few days I should have titled this post “the lazy pirate”

 

71 days to go….

“Do you think it’s time we took the cage off for a good clean and to check that it’s healing.” I asked.

A bemused look followed, “No, if you get hard at all you could undo it all. You’re able to keep it clean enough for now.”

So that’s that, 2 months, 1 week and 3 days before I am granted another erection.

Time is ticking by so slowly!

 

8hours and 23 minutes (as of now)…
But I doubt we’ll be counting down the seconds ready to turn the key. Knowing my luck it will be postponed by a week or so!

 

Fuck!

 

69 days to go…

The one where my wife commits a sexual faux pas.

It’s not often that we men like to be humiliated, not really. There’s those who say they like it, but really, when you like it… is it really humiliating at all? No, that stuffs for fantasy. So my last experience tells me that hysterical laughter has no place in the bedroom - it’s well, kinda not-humiliating, it just detracts from the warm love you typically find post orgasm.

So imagine the moment; your wife has climaxed, her enjoyment has brought upon your own. 9 days of built up semen has crescendoed from a brief initial spurt to a tidal wave of bodily fluids. Body relaxed, you recline into the comfort of the covers. Applauding yourself within over a job well done…

“What the fuck!” Comes the cry of hysterical laughter, in between gasping breathes. “You got my toes!”

Tears stream from her eyes. Why is that so funny?

The experience started iffy. The usual massage while we awaited our friend to warm necromantically to its life-like state proceeded the ceremonial application of a condom. No need for this in our practice at all, but it’s now customary to make the dildo feel as realistic as possible. Then I took her. I took her like a lover, we kissed passionately as our bodies pressed together. There was a resistance in her moans, I could sense she really enjoyed this moment… but this was not what this moment is about. Real penis is for love making, the non-orgasmic female pleasure from a false penis has no place in my wife’s heart.

“Get beside me. If you can’t cum, I’m going to. I need my vibrator.” My wife said, surprising me with her unintentionally dirty vocabulary. It was only after that I really had the understanding of what she meant in this, that she didn’t want to make love falsely. This is a sexual exchange for us. It’s pleasure. Even if she held me like it was the first time following the last encounter, I should not confuse the two just yet.

I did as instructed and before long we had reinstated our usually preferred position. My angled big spoon side long against her relaxed little spoon: maximum penetration and open access for her cumbersome giant wand. I gently thrust into her until her enjoyment declared she wanted more. Yet, there was no more to give, a little finger check showed that I was at full depth. I hoped it would be enough and continued my motions… and that’s when it hit me! Sometimes I’m an idiot, and this was one of those times: ‘this is not me, this is a dildo. It has unlimited stamina!’

I thrust more eagerly, harder, with more vigour. She responded. Her body tensed to orgasm so quickly. Unfortunately, my new manhood may have all the stamina in the world, the older contained version has its own ideas. The sight and feel of her orgasm. The soft moans. They were all too much and before long my body responded. I felt the first warning shot rapidly force its way from within, spreading across my lower legs, a gentle tense against the prison walls and my inner thigh was covered in semen. Covered is the right word. Porn stars would be envious of my copious amounts these days; warm thick pools that deserve filming. Maybe another day!

And that’s when she started laughing. Apparently, my premature ejaculation issues amuse her, “I can’t believe you can cum without being touched. I love that shit. It’s like when you fired across the room for no reason.” Her amazed discussion of my demise carried on, but my mind drifted off into other thoughts. I am a premature sexual god!

 

Actually, I think the current fantasy goes like this:
I get to my release day. My wife obliges but before I’ve even reached full erection she’s quickly brought me to orgasm with her award winning blowjobs. (I gave her the award myself, but they still count!). She then instructs me to put the cage back on before telling me I’m locked again for another 6 weeks…

Honeslty, with things being so open once we get to that day my mind moves around fast. Tomorrow I’ll fantasise about something different.

I’ve been sounded out for promotion… I guess I must have been! Although, I’m still procrastinating on starting my January training regime.

 

I think it might just be both…
My wife appears to just deliver on my fantasy over and over.
There is a problem with all this is however, when we have nights like these the real fantasy just becomes entering her for real. Just for a moment.
Just a few months to go

 

62 days to go…

So close to half way!

Actually saying that makes this feel even worse. How am I only half way through? It feels like an eternity… with another still to go!

Although, I’m off my usual update game and find myself lacking for words somewhat I do have an important update.

It finally happened! My wife had her first ever non-clitoral orgasm. I don’t know what I did differently, but as I pressed my fingers into her and gave her the briefest of kisses to her clitoris she shook. She doesn’t shake usually, it’s more of a full body tensing. I could tell this one was different, but she described as much to me afterwards…

After we had topped this off with a full blown clitoral orgasm with her wand.
Multiple orgasms - I’ll remember this one for a while.

 

59 days until freedom…

Sometimes it’s nice to know everything, to have all the details and a complete understanding… but denial still creates more questions than answers at times. That’s wrong, in this case we are talking about the absence of denial. Orgasm.

This morning, in a strange twist to our usual routines I found myself passionately making out with my wife at 6:30 in the morning. She caressed, stroked, fondled my intimate regions and all over my cage until she seemed to find joy in how “wet” I was, before telling me to get the strap-on. As I argued the case that we were still parents with children waiting to barge through the door (had she lost her mind?) I realised that I didn’t need that long. Her finger had found its way to a perverse entry point and toyed with me.

The odd sensation of her pressing inside me created that feeling of needing to pee that gave a slight tingle to the end of the cage and with that semen poured from me. Fortunately for me, less so for her, the bed escaped the aftermath as it pooled all over her pyjama top. Didn’t hit the underside of the duvet however; there was no forceful ejaculation. This was not a standard orgasm by any means.

25-30 seconds of her finger in my ass and that’s all it takes right now. Yet, the first post I read on CM today was ‘I haven’t orgasmed for 2 and a half years’. How is that possible?

Was this PE? A ruined orgasm? A caged orgasm? Or a really swift milking? The mind boggles.

After this latest emission I’d have expected some form of drop, yet just 30 minutes later I was standing outside in -5 temperatures scraping my wife’s car for her. While I did it I thought on to just a few nights ago where we’d fallen out a little and she’d lashed out at the cage. She does that at times, jumps on the important stuff to get a reaction. That evening I had told her she should get my key, that if things weren’t right and she was attributing that to the cage then it needed to stop for a time.

“Don’t be retarded. I’m not letting you out of the cage!”

And that was that. Argument over, her point rescinded.

She doesn’t really show enough appreciation for the effects of the cage, but as she kissed me goodbye, smiling as she got into a warm car I knew she’d be thinking about it. I wouldn’t just have to be slightly foolish, or a little stupid to think she’ll ever let go of her key any time soon: I’d have to be a right retard!




(Apologies if my use of the word ‘retard’ has caused offence.)

 

So many questions. I’m not even sure if they’re rhetorical… but I had a few drinks after my works award. I’ll come back to this

 

And then we move to anew stage of decisions. Partly out of our hands, but the denial will be down to us.
We’ve got a dice ready to go (I shared a picture, it’s large and wooden) for the periods of freedom. My wife intends this to be 1 day for each number… so I could get up to a week(ish) out of the cage at most.
Then we have the decision coin (it’s also large and wooden, but I didn’t share a picture) to determine who decides the periods of denial.
I’m going to say it’s denial of self-pleasure and erections as quite frankly nothing seems to be able to stop me climaxing in some form
I’m intrigued to know where she’ll go with that. 6 weeks seemed perfect to me… maybe a week afterwards. 2 months has become too long for either of us to really enjoy the situation.
Even if it’s just a 20 second roll around before I’m done, I feel we’re both ready for it.

I don’t think it spoiled the moment. I think it was her goal… when she asked for the strapon she wasn’t talking about using it on her this time. We both know I’m overdue a pegging. So if it ruined anything I’d say it was my outcome. The fingers did the same job, but i love seeing her wearing it. Guess that’s weird, but I find it unbelievably sexy… a lot of that is because it’s strange to say, but it’s when she seems to enjoy sex the most. She likes wearing it and it seems to give her a focus on how to play things out.

She wasn’t surprised. She knows when she’s going to cause some form of emission. She loves it. It’s an oddity that she inspects it almost, like she always comments on how much (and when she can see it, how it happened. I get hand motions etc ). She gets annoyed if there isn’t a lot, it creates a little disappointment and the cone the accusations of cheating. Like I could if I wanted too?!

If anything, this plays into my favour. My wife likes sex… but if it takes up too much of her time in the evening or there’s an expectation of a big event for me she finds it a chore. She prefers it short and sweet. No this is a bonus to her and she’s told me as much, she’s likes how easy it is.

You’re probably correct on this one. She likes making me orgasm, it’s instant validation. The pay off of me being better generally is good for her, she’s happy with that… but when I’m not necessarily at my best like last week, where I was tired and rundown she doesn’t get that positive feeling. The cage becomes a problem as she can’t give me what she wants in the moment.

Oh, you know. Just so good at my job they gave me a trophy

 

53 days to go…

Just a short update as I’m still wiped out from the weekend and truth be told, on a little downer. A post orgasm lull perhaps.

We went away for a long weekend. No children, just us. This is probably the first time we’ve spent time alone since our child was born and it was great to just act stupid together again.

Before we left I got a feeling my wife wanted to get sexy times out of the way so that we could just focus on other things. We sort of decided we should take her toys just in case but the time we had packed there was no room left for anything more. How much stuff do two people need for a short break?! Too much I’ll say that!

She had already tell care of me not so long before so it was just her for some fun. Boy, did she have fun! My wife has moved from one orgasm every couple of days or so to 2 to 3 in one evening. I don’t know how that’s happened but the vaginal orgasms seem to take less away than the wand induced clitoral powerhouses! She has a few of those before finishing with the power tools. Great stuff!

Whilst away we still had some excitement. Washing each other in the shower my wife decided what I really needed was to be pushed against the shower wall and milked quote rigourously. It’s strange as we use dildos on me less frequently now, when we do it’s smaller. She barely gets to the stage where I receive more than one finger… so as she inserted another one in the shower I felt… full! Two fingers stretched and poked my most sensitive available area whilst her soapy hands caressed against my skin. It wasn’t long before a load of semen covered the floor of shower cubicle.

The next day she remarked on how quiet I had been since. I felt exhausted. Possibly the effects of all the travel and sightseeing etc… but maybe I’ve had too much sexual relief recently. Either way, I’m still not back to my best.

 

As an addition to the weekend I also walked through my first metal detector caged!
That was an unexpected nerve-wracking experience. I guess paying for titanium is already paying off as I walked through unobstructed.