Dram Jar Sessions

Chastity + The Frustration Chair + Hesitant to Begin the Journey

I've been testing out my latest technology driven frustration machine - the Frustration Chair.

As I have mentioned in my previous post - you sit yourself in a chair to receive pleasure in the form of stimulus applied to your hard cock - the stimulus continues until your body moves. Once movement is detected the simulation will pause for about one minute. After the minute has passed the stimulation restarts again. A one minute pause may not sound like much - but, believe me, it’s agonizing. Even the simple act of twitching your cock in response to the pleasures delivered will shut down the pleasurable feelings.

The Frustration Chair is quite neat - and one of the most insanely frustrating things I've ever come up with. Imagine yourself getting edged - but not allowed to move at all - not even twitching your cock a little.

You want the pleasure to continue - so you do your best not to move - and try not to breathe too heavily - but, the inevitable interruption will always occur at some point. It’s super frustrating - enough to break you.

The killer is not having the pleasure of thrusting as your cock is continuously teased with delightful pleasure. I hadn’t realized how thrusting my pelvis is so tightly connected with my orgasms and feelings of satisfaction.

The relentless edging usually ends with the most uneventful leaking of all your semen - dribbling. There is no spurting. It’s a full load of cum - or nearly so - slowly oozing without any ejaculation. There is no satisfaction - and, at best, you only feel a load of hot cum slowly making its way down the side of your cock and then your balls - eventually pooling beneath you. And, as you sit there, with your cock still hard - the frustration begins to set in. The puddle of hot fluids you feel - only remind you of what you have lost. Instead of ejaculating your semen - ejecting your cum away from your body and into the air - your cum slowly leaked away from you without the slightest hint of pleasure. And as you continue to sit in the Frustration Chair a feeling of humiliation will become you - upon realizing that the simple act of pleasurable spurting has, also, been stolen from you. The Frustration Chair always wins.

For those needing or condemned to the cold sterile extraction process - please, have a seat here.

Since testing and refining The Frustration Chair - I have to admit - I’ve only traversed the first levels of frustration. That is to say, I’m doing R&D work at the moment - and after testing - I’ll masturbate. After an hour of this I have STRONG orgasms. They are wonderful.

However, I’m afraid to advance to the next step. Full chastity.

How do I make this real? How could a Domme even have the slightest interest in me and my desire to be tortured in this way? I don’t know. But, in the context of an actual relationship these games only fulfill my needs. I would never expect someone to partake in a one-sided relationship.

Over the years I have documented my chastity play and genitorture using photos and videos. Without a Domme - it is away of holding myself accountable. It adds another layer that helps prevent me from jacking-off at some point. Also, creating media for others to watch me changed the dynamic of this online relationship - making it more of a two-way street - since something is expected of me in return for being dominated online - videos.

However, for a long list of personal reasons I've essentially stopped creating videos of myself getting tortured. Yet, I want, desire, (need?), some sort of Domme interaction. Or, just a method that would motivate me to be held accountable.

That said, the thought recently crossed my mind that perhaps I could create simple videos - with the camera pointed at my cock. At the very least I could share my ruined orgasms with the willing public. I’m not so certain about the logistics of, say, creating daily 30 minute videos and then uploading somewhere. xHamster no longer lets one upload videos unless verified. Not so sure if I want my identity so easily linked to my pervy videos. Even on FetLife I've avoided identifying myself.

So what am I saying? I’m saying that I want YOU. We can always dream - right?

 

I’m Not Satisfied.

I believe I masturbated in the normal way on July 30th, 2023. So, today would be day two.

Yesterday, after I posted my journal entry on The Frustration Chair - I got so worked up that I needed to take care of business. So, I had a seat in the Chair for one hour straight - two thirty minute sessions.

It was insane. I never managed to dribble anything aside from precum - and I think that’s what made it so incredibly frustrating. After the hour was up I had to wear a cock cage in an effort to calm down. That was difficult - refraining from that, rather strong, impulse to jack-off once the session was over.

This morning I headed straight for the chair after coffee and a bike ride. I did thirty minutes and managed to dribble some - but, not a lot. I’m not climbing the walls quite like I was yesterday. I’m not sure if that’s because the session was only thirty minutes or if that was because I got to dribble a little. More research is needed.

I’m not without frustration, however - and I remain semi-erect beneath my pants as I write this.

Can you imagine what it would be like if I had to follow strict rules? What if I had to wear a cock cage immediately after completing the session? How would I feel if I had one week of this? Two weeks?

Well, I hope I can keep it up - soloing and all that.

 

No Fun At All

Today, I sat in the Frustration Chair for thirty minutes. However, it was incredibly hard to get to the edge during this session - due to the sensitivity of the apparatus - triggering off of my throbbing penis. Yes, the apparatus is sensitive enough to detect the pulsations in my penis - and this would put a stop to the stimulus. As a result for most all of the session I never really got to that point.

This repeated over and over - and it got to the point that when I’d feel my heart pounding I knew the pleasure was about to stop. Poof. No more stimulation.

But, there were some erotic moments for me. I imagined I was cuming. It was such a delightful feeling to get inside my brain and imagine hot cum spewing out of me. Focusing like this helped a lot - got me there faster - as if I were competing with this machine.

Toward the end of the session I finally got to the edge. I could hear myself letting out quiet moaning - while doing my best not to move any part of my body. I was nearly there - then the timer rang. My thirty minutes were up. I stopped the session like a good boy that I am.

I was tempted to restart the session - for another thirty minutes - but I did not give into that impulse.

 

I'll never fully understand why - but, knowing someone enjoys my suffering somehow makes it worth the effort. Thank you.

 

I made a little discovery.

So, I poked around a bit on the Chaster site. In the past I’ve used one of Kathryn’s Chaster locks - after asking her to modify the lock a little. I visited her Chaster page where I found this lock called “Lillith's Hypno Lock V3.” One of the requirements of this lock is to listen to one erotic hypno recording each day. The recordings look to be about 45-ish minutes long. Should I include these recordings in the Frustration sessions?

 

This is new territory.

 

Interesting

 

Note to self: I need to make a list of reasons why I'm suffering.

 

Let’s Face It - I Still Love Playing With My Penis.

I woke up this morning, rode my bike, and when I got back, I had a seat in the Frustration Chair. The session utilized listening to Miss Lilith’s hypnotic tapes as the Frustration cycles began. I listened to “Noisy Slut” first - followed by “Chastity Chains”

https://lilithunleashed.net/2023/05/30/noisy-slut/

https://lilithunleashed.net/2022/07/07/chastity-chains/

After completing the session I took a shower, made breakfast and coffee - while glancing at my FetLife & Chastitymansion social media. A delightful morning - on this 4th of July. I feel loved.

I believe when I had woken up early this morning - in the back of my mind was Rachel - in the mix of The Frustration Chair. I had no conscious thought - just an -almost- pragmatic programming to get my chores out of the way to make time for the Frustration Chair.

The backdrop of re-establishing contact yesterday had made my day - and this was on my mind a lot, I think. As I took a seat I wanted to do ‘my best’ to follow through - no masturbation, no extra strokes following the end of the session. Use a cage if I need to calm down. Self report any mishaps - and so on. At least in my head I can create so many fantasies of such a relationship - rules laid out - my display of frustration, suffering, and the humiliation of begging. I don’t know - I think it’s 50% curiosity and 50% a deep need inside me formed from some unknown trauma deep in my psyche. That doesn’t matter so much though. This is just the type of connection I like.

But, can I do it? That is - how long can I go on like this? I mean - not cuming or having a real orgasm?

The Frustration Chair is quietly wicked. Getting locked up immediately after an uneventful session feels like prison to me. So, I need reasons for these punishments. Here is an initial list (feel free to amend):

1. Inability to control my lustful thoughts regarding women
2. Unauthorized erections
3. Unauthorized emission of seminal fluids
4. Desire for orgasm
5. Desire for sexual intercourse
6. Viewing pornography
7. Failure to worship and honor all women in a chaste pure manner.

Today’s session:

I was able to reach the edge a few times - although I wasn’t counting each one - it was two or three during that hour. Again, the system is too sensitive and cuts off that pleasure well before I’m close to a tipping point - pretty much guaranteeing nothing much will (ever?) occur. Although, I did have a nice dribble - just a small amount of cum. The discontentment was as perfect as it could get. Well, I take that back - it would have been better if all were the same - but, I lost a full load of cum instead. Yes, I had a slight dribble - perhaps one-tenth my normal amount when ejaculating during a pleasurable orgasm. But, what made the dribble near perfect was that I felt nearly nothing - other than the warm cum drooling along my shaft. I looked down to see how much leaked. It wasn’t much at all. So, this is a great example of the wickedness of simplicity. The relentless teasing will break me at some point. I know it. Time is on the side of The Frustration Chair.

Interestingly, I had this odd feeling of not wanting to lose any semen. Perhaps that was coming from the power of my imagination - picturing Rachel monitoring my every move.

So, let’s set a date for a morning cup of frustration and see where it takes us.

Cheers!

 

It's tricky to get the perfect oozing. It could take a while. I can launch into detail if you're interested.

 

First off, this is a new technique - so, I'm learning how it works. I was caught off guard the first time I lost my cum with no ejaculatory response. Ever heard about prematurely cuming in your pants while out on a hot date? It's almost like that. So far I have learned that if I'm repeatedly brought too close to the edge - while sitting in the Chair - I'll cum every time with the associated penis spasms (those ejaculating penis spasms). This is a form of pleasure - I find. So, the right path seems to be setting the sensitivity pretty high - high enough that a throbbing cock will stop the pleasure. I enjoy knowing you might approve that my edging machine isn't getting me quite as close as I would wish - and that I will not ooze/dribble cum every session. But, my feeling is that - eventually - as my balls fill with semen and I get more horny by the day - it'll happen. A large amount of white hot cum will slowly slip away as I sit in despair.

I've got to be honest. This is day four of my chastity. I've purposely stroked my cock two times today - once just after breakfast and right now. I couldn't help it. I'm getting very, very horny.

The good news is that I did not orgasm.

 

I spent most of the 4th of July VERY worked up. I'm finding it hard to control myself. When I went to bed I began to fondle myself a little - convincing myself this was minor and no big deal - but, then felt a wet spot - not long after I was stroking - then faster - then moaning and wishing for fuck's sake I could cum. Then I stopped, got out of bed and locked my chastity cage over my cock.

So, I thought maybe I should create a Chaster lock - and use the hygiene period for the Frustration Chair sessions. They have a feature that verifies that you've placed your chastity cage back on after you've cleaned up - publicaly verified using a photo you've provided. Other users can independently approve or reject your photo. However, it turns out you need to pay a monthly fee for that verification.

But, it looks like I could join a shared lock made by someone else who has paid for their Chaster app and therefore the hygiene verification could be used. I have found a Chaster lock - but the only issue is that the hygiene period is only 25 minutes. That would make for a pretty quick session time with the Frustration Chair.

Here's the link:
https://chaster.app/explore/62f578342b9870a36541ad0a

I'm getting very tired and can't see straight. Need to go now.

 

This is the position I prefer - I'll try to do better.

 

Please stand by: Brainstorming on possible, and practical, ways of capturing the action (or should I say lack thereof?) on video.

 

Today I made my usual coffee in the morning and then rode my bike.

For the moment all erotic activities, games, and sessions are cancelled - until further notice.

Furthermore, I will not purposefully provoke any sexual thoughts and/or activities that lead to a downward spiral of sexual chaos and self-indulgence.

If I get horny I'll ride my bike or clean the house.

 

Common Ground

One of the main reasons I stopped video production years ago - aside from personal tragedies during that period - was time. Despite my passion for automated machines - often I would find myself very reluctant to delve into it. Why? Mostly, I wanted to avoid getting stuck in that circle. If I never go there - then, it isn’t a problem in my life. Simple - right?

I wouldn’t say gooning is outright bad - it’s just a solo thing that shuts out everything and anyone else - an escape. For some of us the activity supersedes all else - specifically, relationships. That’s the tricky part - when self-serving pleasures become more appealing than anything else - or anybody else. It’s no different than an addiction. So, the logical step is to avoid it. Then there’s sex. I’ve spent so many years alone with these activities - I tend to find the idea of sex unappealing now. Not always - but most of the time.

There is common ground. If I were to open up to the idea of being lead - it would be easy (convenient?) to continue with work and outside interests - without the hassles and burden of gooning. I’m already avoiding that normally - so, that wouldn’t be a huge step for me. I have no need for sex with another human. I do have a desire to be controlled.

The harder part for me would be learning. Learning how to be attentive to another and putting their needs ahead of my needs. I simply have not done that before - and, I am a very independent person. At this point the idea is a fantasy in my head. I don’t know if this fantasy is mere fetish or if I really am capable in other capacities. Regardless, I love the idea of being kept horny - always wanting to bring that up - but, never doing so - until the signal is given. I’d say the risk is high - and that I’d really would need to like you a lot before putting your needs ahead of mine - but, I would do it for the right person.

 

I'll show myself out the back door now. . . .