Little extracts from my boring chastity life…

Entry 10
108 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Full orgasms: 0

Great expectations

Reading through the threads on Chastity Mansion, which I do all too often, I came across a comment that rings almost too true for myself. I forget which thread, and I forget who said it - this is kinda like the way I operate in day to day life, things that make sense stick, logical reasoning can be applied to most situations. My memory bank. Well I assume that’s full as I can’t remember dates or names or sometimes what I’ve even had for breakfast that morning! Either way, responding to a thread on the more challenging aspects of chastity one user remarked that the hardest part comes with expectations. For me, chastity removes any expectations and so I never feel let down in my sex life. Anything I receive is a bonus to the immense pleasure I receive just through being locked alone. When something is on the table the mind drifts to that coming event too often, the sexual desire increases but so does the intensity of the imagined events. Like watching porn, you start with something soft and as you search through various videos the content becomes more and more extreme. A mild search of ‘chastity porn’ can result in watching 6 BBCs pounding a hot wife while the husband is caged, forced to dress like a sissy, clean up all the semen all whilst riding on an overwhelming large horse dildo! (It’s been a while since I’ve actually watched porn, this may not be a real video). So like browsing porn the mind creates an unrealistic version of events so far from the initial suggestion it will probably never occur.

This is all relevant to explain my mindset last night (day 107!). On Monday, I had as always been the perfect housewife. My wife returns from work to collect her son for his football practice, I take him out fully ready with in his kit. Give my wife a kiss and she’s gone. A fleeting moment of passion before returning to my household duties; cooking tea for when she returns, bathing the toddler before bed and getting her own bath ran. Later I massage her body and give her a foot rub. It’s seems like it’s been awhile since real sexual activity, not that I’m counting or anything but 5 days prior she’d tied me down and ruined a blowjob, 10 days before she’d taken me with her strapon and just over 22 days and 23 hours ago she allowed me entry for sex. (No orgasm of course!).

“You’re not working late on Wednesday are you? I think we should have sex”

“Are you going to have sex with me or do I get to have sex with you?” I ask.

“You know normal couples don’t need to ask these questions! I’m thinking I’ll let you have sex with me. I’ll have an orgasm, you won’t. That seems fair right?”

We laughed but with that my expectations are set. I continue with her body massage before starting a film. It was great evening. She fell asleep half way through, but if you need your fill of 80s nostalgia I cannot recommend ‘Top Gun: Maverick’ highly enough. 1 star for unimaginative, borderline ridiculous storyline, 5 stars for pure joy to watch. I woke my wife at the end just to tell her how incredible it was… she was less than pleased!

Day 107
That evening she finished in the bathroom and take a bath myself, she enters with the key.

“You better be quick, I don’t want you to stay in here and play. I don’t trust you”.

She doesn’t normally leave me unattended so this is a novel experience. I am of course not going to play with myself right now, why would I? I know what’s coming…
I finish up, dry myself and enter the bedroom naked. She looks stunning. She’s wearing her red matching scalloped floral halter neck bra and matching crothless high waist briefs cut into a thong. ( I don’t really know how to describe clothing, so I basically searched Ann summers for that description - it looks better on her than the text would suggest) Sprawled a little casually on the bed - We’re both quite comfortable in the fact we’re not particularly seductive or have any way of really taking these things seriously and so I’d say she’d achieved a pose which would be described as ‘uncomfortably sexy!’ It worked for me though.

My mind wandering like an overactive porn search knew exactly where this was going, I’d already mentally checked how I would reach for the condoms and delay cream without ruining the moment. How I would initiate this encounter in the most sultry way imaginable.
Her mind, less inclined towards sexual exploits and probably as forgetful as mine had no recollections of the agreement from Monday evening; or at least If she didn’t know what she didn’t let on.

“You’re going to have to put your cage back on before you get too excited”

Realistically, there are practical reasons for her reluctance for full intercourse. Without looking back through my posts I’m sure I’ll have mentioned that my wife has stopped taking her birth control. A side affect of which can be random bouts of bleeding between monthly cycles maybe for the next 3 months!

But in that moment my heart drops.

There is no doubt that this level of extreme tease would typically have made my list of top chastity moments. I’d more than likely be writing an overly descriptive post about everything that occurred. These are the sort of exploits I’d have only dreamed she would actually undertake when our chastity journey began. Dressing in such a provocative way with the only purpose to arouse and deny. Amazing!
Knowing however, that it was leading to nothing I found the frustrations just that. Frustrating. The sexual edge had been taken away. My expectations from this event would not be matched and therefore for all her effort I just had a overall sense of disappointment. Walking into the bedroom to your wife dressed in lingerie is never a bad moment! The dribbling precum tells its own story. The tears of chastity in this case were more like a bawling emotional wreck! We did have a nice evening, but it just felt like so much less than it should have.

I now need to find a way to discuss this. To walk a tight rope of explanation so as not to put her off teasing, but also explain to her that I don’t like being made to expect anything. Maybe, I don’t need a conversation. I should just suffer this as a side affect in getting what I wanted in the first place.

As Spider-Man’s most notable phrase goes:
“With great expectation, comes great disappointment”

 

Entry 11
109 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 3!!!!
Full orgasms: 0

Quick update:

A day later than she had decided, but this finally happened! Instructing me to remove my cage, insert a butt plug and start massaging her the evening got underway.

Me: “If you’re going to let me be free you know I might end up sliding this inside you”
Wife: “Yeah, you should get yourself ready for that too!”

Me: “can I take out the butt plug as its going to be real hard not to cum”
Wife: “no, we need to work on you, you need to get used to these things!”

A few things I have learned from this experience.

1. I shouldn’t complain as much as I do. She could be way crueler.
2. I need to invest in some better ejaculation products as this is tough!
3. I also need to invest in a slimline vibrator. In the heat of her orgasm she doesn’t have the control to keep the head of her wand from my balls. It was almost too much.

I had to stop a fair few times to regain composure,
Wife (smiling in a little sinister way): “I remember a time when you actually liked sex, now you can’t wait to get out of me”
I never really considered that a lack of stamina would be so much fun for her!

I love my wife

 

Entry 12
113 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 3
Full orgasms: 0

Random musings:

It’s been a quiet few days in the Chaste household and so I’m documenting some of my more random going’s on. There no lack of desire from either of us but Mrs Chaste is ill.

My wife’s dying (again)
Same time every year my wife contracts tonsillitis. She’s bed ridden for a good week at least. She currently reminds me of a horny zombie from The Walking Dead season 3 or 4 onwards; Half her body is amalgamated into the bed or sofa, wherever she has come to rest… walking past springs her to life. Inaudible groans can be heard while her arm reaches from her ashen, decaying body, grabbing at my private areas. “Baaaalllls” she groans. Ok, it’s not that bad but she does wait until I walk past and gives me a quick squeeze or pat on the ass. Even as close to death as she makes out she still has her desire to tease. My horny Zombie, got to love her.

Tattoo
Yesterday I was booked into an all day session with the tattoo artist. Nothing related to chastity in it’s extremes. I doubt my wife would be too keen on some of the tattoos we see on this page. Symbolic of our new lifestyle she has asked that I have a key integrated into my sleeve. Lifestyle is what she has now decided it is. In a recent conversation I suggested a week out of chastity.
“You’re not having a week out! Imagine your mood after that!”
I hadn’t actually requested any break per se. I had only mentioned that the way she’s keeping me contained she’ll start seeing some shrinkage soon. Honestly, her reaction wasn’t one of concern which is slightly worrying. Is she even bothered regarding penile intercourse these days? She seems to be very satisfied in life without. Definitely a ‘be careful what you wish for’ story right here!
“I let you out the other day for a wash, you should have had an erection then”
I’m pretty sure the instruction was to not play and return to the bedroom asap. At which point I was almost immediately told to re-cage. Ok, this definitely tells me it’s on her mind at least. She’d specifically given me time out and had known she’d done it. I know that as she remembers that she’d done that on the basis of reducing shrinkage as her mind immediately went to this event, disregarding during the following evening she had allowed full PIV.
Anyhow, digressed a little. So the Tree of Life dedicated to my wife on my forearm now has a reference to chastity.
Last night she asked, “what do we tell people the key means?”
I replied, “I’ll tell them [my wife] wanted it there, but I’m not sure why… and you tell them [my husband] wanted it there but your not sure why. No one ever needs to know that way”
She laughed and then said, “or we could just tell them it’s because we live together”
….” But now you have that we also need a chastity cage here (pointing at an empty space on my arm), a strapon dildo here and then maybe… the flash symbol here”

Emla cream.
On the search for a better form of delay cream I took advice (thanks sal) and ordered Emla cream.

Her: But you don’t actually have Premature ejaculation.
Me: Technically, I think finishing within a minute would suggest otherwise.
Her: Well I could make you finish way quicker than that. In my mouth. In my hands. With just two fingers…
Me: I think you’re enjoying this way too much!
Her: Yeah. I love that it’s come to this. I have so much more power than you intended to give!

Her words were completely incorrect. I always intended to give this level of power, the reality is that it’s taken a few months but she’s now actually taking the responsibility within herself. She has ultimate control and this is shown to her in her ability to give orgasms as easily as she can deny them. I think she’s genuinely fallen in love with chastity.

We’re having a baby
Lastly, in this collection of pointless news. Contrary to the title of this section, My wife and I aren’t having a baby! Not that I know of anyway. I would be sceptical at this stage that it could be mine.
Visiting the doctor for her current illness she was asked questions about her current health. Taken by surprise when questioned about birth control (or lack of) my wife had no words, the doctors assumption was that we must be trying for a baby and suggested she start taking folic acid. If only he knew!

 

Entry 12
115 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 3
Full orgasms: 0

9,935,315 seconds in 24/7 chastity,

I was reading a thread recently about the gripes with chastity. It was pretty clear that non many have them on here. I have unfortunately found one…

Periods.

I swear they come round quicker than my unlocks these days!
Ok, it’s not really a gripe with chastity in it’s purest, but it does seem to have an impact to the dynamics. It makes the list as chastity has ensured they have a greater impact these days as she has 3 times more than she did previously. The reality is that it doesn’t so much take things off the table as much as they would have previously, there’s a bigger elephant in the room that prevents sexual intercourse these days. But where as being chaste changes my internal balance to direct my energies towards her, the hormonal impacts of the time of the month throw my wife into disarray. I don’t really know what to do with myself, there’s two opposing forces driving us in separate directions… or thinking linearly it would be one direction. Me towards her and her towards anything but me (or anything mildly disagreeable to her)

I can already see the signs of them coming.
1) Slightly stand-offish.
2) Snappy. I’ll make one remark that’s not to her liking and she’ll be on me. I try to keep myself to myself on that day.
3)Then at 2am the light will be on. She’ll be banging around searching her drawers. Unlike myself; I could find a white sock or black sock in pitch black darkness such is the strict organisation of my drawers. My wife has no idea where anything is!
4)Tired and completely underwhelming for a few days she moves into her next stage…
5)She gets the Horn!
This morning I am quietly chilling in nothing but my dressing gown and she’s pulling it aside for a quick peek. Telling me off for inappropriately exposing myself before making more sexual comments.

This brings some concerns to my plan of making it through Locktober without a single release. As her hormones throw me back into her crosshairs I’ll have to muster more resistance than the Ukrainians. I’m not sure that’s actually what I want, my mind is torn between this irrelevant tradition and continuing on with the chastity play we’ve enjoyed this far. With my wife’s minor illness we’ve had a halt to proceedings recently, and the 2 weeks that have passed without sexual exchange have not driven either of us to be our best selves in our relationship.
I think I’d like to get back to that now.
The Emla cream arrived and I put it on the side by our bed.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“It just a cream that takes the pain away from my tattoo”
It took her a minute, probably more bit longer and she turns to me, “oooh, let’s put some on now!”
She was playing around but hopefully I’ll have an update on that soon. Just an update with some sexual activity would be nice!

 

Entry 14
118 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 3
Full orgasms: 0

Slow October blues

It feels like it’s been an eternity since we had any fun!

We were at dinner, KFC - gross! but neither of us are in the frame of mind the cook just yet and my wife said “it’s been so long since you touched me, I’m really missing it”. There was other conversation around the subject, she doesn’t just blurt out random thoughts about intimacy on a whim.
I laughed. It hasn’t actually been that long. I was writing my last post and I think I claimed it to be around 2 weeks. When I read back I had a realisation that it was only around 1 week if that.
After telling her this she carried on, “It’s been way longer than that, must be around 8 or 9 days”
We had a brief discussion about the maths of it and we concluded it was probably only 8 days.
It was nice to make small talk on the subject so I had humoured her while she talked. It would have been way more simple for me to whip out my phone and check my countdown timers; I know almost precisely the last time I was let out, the last time I orgasmed (roughly 16 hours before I was locked up), the last time I entered her and the last time she allowed me to dribble cum from my all-to-swiftly-becoming-redundant penis.

It’s strange at times as we don’t always verbalise how we’re feeling, but on this we seem to definitely be on the same page. Time has ticked so slowly on the course of our sex life through October. Not just because of the lack of any sexual actions, but the complete lack of any meaningful physical interaction. We’ve barely cuddled. I haven’t massaged her or rubbed her feet. I’ve not bathed her. She kissed me before we left the house yesterday and it felt weird. Like do we even do that anymore?!

The discussion actually made me realise how much we’ve squeezed into this actually very small time period. I was ill, she got ill which lead to Tonsillitis, I had a tattoo which restricted most touching, her period and now I have covid. Ok I may not have covid, I haven’t actually tested. I have a runny nose, an annoyingly persistent cough and an overwhelming feeling of ‘Blah’! It’s almost strange that it’s now defined more than a typical cold, but there’s still some clinging to the tradition of inaccurate tests and I know categorically that 4 of my colleagues may have it too… possibly, should the tests be accurate and the tested at the exact right time and the tests only pick up one strain… so basically people have got colds at work. Testing has allowed them to take time off for such a mild illness that a few years ago many would have rolled their eyes at. The point is I’m now feeling a bit rough (again).

It appears then that we both want to get out of this mini, winter induced rut.
“I can’t wait to rub cream onto you and see how long you’ll last!”
‘Does she mean I’ll have an orgasm?’
Again, there was conversation, she’s not weird. I also think I’ll have to discuss her the implications of that too… I’m pretty sure this is the sort of stuff you just put on your hands. Anyway, it will be fun to experiment. There’s probably those who have used Emla and know that the expectations from it in our relationship are not the results we’ll achieve. Either way, I’m looking forward to some fun whilst finding out.
“You better be able to feel something else that won’t be fun at all”

[mental note to self: However numbing this cream is, even if there’s a complete lack of enjoyment. I must make a play at how great it is. It would be really beneficial for my own self esteem if we could use it for intercourse without my immediate reaction being to withdraw. There’s a reason she wants me to use it and I don’t need to spoil that for her. All the orgasm control she enjoys, she still has a longing for a more intense sexual session with me inside her.]

“Maybe we’ll do that this week but we don’t plan things”

It’s nice thats what she’s thinking but as soon as we’re back I want to run my hands all over her. Just to feel her smooth skin, relax and reconnect!

… actually there’s so much more I want to do first before earning another release:

Watch her orgasms and then quickly drift off into ignoring me while experiencing her chilled bliss.

Walk into the bedroom and find her prepared for a night of pegging.

Do something untoward and revive some form of light corporal punishment. I haven’t been at my best, I feel I may deserve it.

Maybe it’s the situation we’re in, but right now I don’t feel as sexually frustrated as I typically would, just a longing to feel close again.

 

120 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 3
Full orgasms: 0

IB-Chaste’s Sex Toy Review​

EMLA cream
5% lidocaine/prilocaine
Local anaesthetic (numbing) cream for application to the skin.

Overall Rating

Like a store bought delay spray but way way more effective!


Order and Delivery

Quick delivery but had to enter more details than usual.

Purchased from an online chemist, Lloyds pharmacy.
To order the product I had to enter some some basic details for its use, I entered two word ‘tattoo pain’ and that seemed sufficient information for a pharmacist to assess I wasn’t rubbing it all over my dick with reckless abandonment for its proper application. It arrived just 3 days later discreetly package and delivered by Hermes which meant tracking was easy.
Unfortunately, Lloyds pharmacy emails automatically default as Junk and therefore I wasn’t aware of shipment.

Ease of use

No actual instructions for sexual play.

Ok, so the product itself comes with a spatula and an informative leaflet; and as with any medication these were skim read and quickly discarded. Taking note of only that it should not be applied to damaged skin I told my wife not to put any too close to where the base ring sits. I know from previous experience with hair removal cream (ouch!) that this area is far more sensitive than it ever has been before.
We also noted that it should not be applied to the penis of anyone younger than 12 years old. That was kinda funny, and after rummaging around for my drivers licence we came to the conclusion that I was probably within an acceptable age bracket!

I don’t know how this would be applied with a wooden spatula, instead we used a latex glove for application. Watching her put on a black vynilex glove is a major turn on for me and so it was applied to an erect penis.

Effectiveness

Numbing but still pleasurable

My wife added 3 small drops of cream to the tip of my head and initially masturbated the cream all over my engorged penis. It does not take immediate effect! I was close to orgasm… I’m actually quite shocked at just how easy that is these days.
After a short while, maybe two minutes of her stop starting the excessive sensations had become slightly muted. After rubbing her feet for a while she beckoned me back up to touch me again. By this point I could easily take the embrace as she clenched her hands around me and began stroking. It has a weird feeling. It’s like when you have a tooth removed, you don’t feel the pain but you feel the movement as the tooth is wrenched out with pliers. I could feel her hand stroking over my head but it wasn’t bringing the sensations that usually go hand and hand with it.

General Comments:
We haven’t used the cream for full intercourse, this was merely a trial run.

While I was out my wife had done lots of housework etc. before work and when she returned I thanked her, we had a little embrace… not that little, it made me throb I won’t lie, and I told her as she’d done all my work I’d be rubbing oil in her feet later. She gave me a quick kiss and replied, “you can do that after I’ve rubbed cream all over you and it’s settling in, then I want to do some stuff. You won’t get anything out of it so don’t get your hopes up, but i want to try it out”
Turns out we’re both feeling a whole lot better!
We had a bath together and she said “how much do I put on? Should I just put it on the end? All the way down? Oh, I’m going to use the whole tube on your body! You won’t feel a thing, it will be like your not there. It’s going to make you invisible!”
We chatted and decided it would be best if she just added a little as she could put more on if needed.

Masturbation:
While numb and massaging her feet she gave me my first opportunity to play with myself since we started chastity.
She asked, “How does it feel?”
It’s a strange sensation. It’s hard to tell that there’s any difference to how it would be usually… but at the same time there very much is. No amount of self pleasure will give the exciting tingling as your body starts to respond.
Just having an erection feels sort of strange. Probably more a mental aspect but it feels like it’s swollen. It’s not, it just feels slightly alien.

Handjob:
Like masturbating: having her hands over me we’re enjoyable but wouldn’t give the desired effect. Kneeling in front of her while she caressed my penis with one hand and stroked her other all over my body was still very intimate regardless of the lack of sexual stimulation. She smiled as she made eye-contact. Incredibly hot. I don’t know if she was enjoying herself or found my dilemma somewhat amusing.

Vibrator:
As the evening progressed her wand was introduced. She pulled me on top of her for a kiss while we both made use of the powerful vibrations. Sharing is caring. Ok so the numbing sensations may work on the exterior, but the pulsing sensations travelling through an excited penis and extending further across the body…. No, it probably won’t stop orgasm under those circumstances. I struggled to steady myself and laid on top as I kissed her neck whilst moaning uncontrollably! I knew better than to allow myself an orgasm and had to withdraw.
Laughing she told me, “well I better be careful not to touch you with that while your inside me!”

Spooning:
After she was satisfied with the experimenting, and more so satisfied from her wand she told me that was enough. I was still too hard to re-enter my cage and so we spooned a little while watching TV. Free and erect I thrust against her in a position we enjoy sex the most. Did I enter her? No… my wife is normally obliging reaching down and ensuring my entry glides to perfection. Without that and the effects of the cream I could have been pushing my cock between her thighs and would have been none the wiser!

It was however, enlightening in that it felt incredibly pleasurable to be that close to her. Uncaged. Feeling her body against mine. Her ass pressed against my groin. Her hands reaching back and stroking me. Brushing her hair to one side to kiss her neck.
While maybe I don’t miss too much the sex, that level of intimacy is something I’m really looking forward to again…
And should the cream work as well as it does in the trial it will be an amazing moment to feel her thrive on her own orgasm while I’m inside her.

After around 40 minutes of application I started to regain sensations… I was quickly re-instructed to enter my cage.


EMLA cream:
Great for premature ejaculation. Terrible at causing invisibility.

 

Entry 15:
123 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 3
Full orgasms: 0

Milestone: One third of the year!

• 4 months since I’ve had a nights sleep without a cage.

• 17.5 weeks since I felt the orgasmic pinnacle of bodily pleasure.

• 123 days since I had the opportunity to selfishly pleasure myself.

• 2942 hours of my wife in full control of my sexual needs.
  
  
• 17720 minutes of actively trying to be better for someone else.
  
  
• 10,627,200 seconds of continually loving my wife without falter.

According to studies I will have thought about sex 2337 times! She has prevented 1353 erections! I have overcome 492 nocturnal arousals. I have contained and recycled 15,940,800,000 sperm cells - that’s half a litre of semen. Where has it all gone?

During this time I’ve had to sit 861 times to urinate. Attended work 79 times. Had 3 high profile meetings. 1 job interview. 2 visits to the swimming pool. 12 theme park rides. 4 hours laid uncomfortably face down on a tattooist chair…

Zero. Zero occurrences of anyone even questioning whether I’m caged or not. Not once.

Orgasm denial appears to be addictive, for both me and my wife. Long may it continue…

 

Entry 16
124 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 4
Full orgasms: 0

The Invisible Penis

“That was so much better! You haven’t moved like that in months”

It’s been a long time coming, shes in a playful mood. Her usual massage which normally is only begrudgingly allowed to stop has lasted just 20 mins. Still blindfolded she turns over, pulls me on to her and kisses me, her tongue touches mine. My hands caress down her body squeezing with sexual frustration. My sensual massage skills had been replaced by a primal need to enter her, I’d resorted to kissing every inch of her body, down her thighs, sucking on her toes. The desire was not one sided, now so temptingly close to entry she reaches down and guides me within.
She moans in pleasure as I begin rhythmically thrusting at a swift tempo. There was intimacy in this moment… but that was mostly brushed aside for pure pleasure.
In her ecstasy I feel her her hands over me, coming to rest at the lower of my ass and pulling… yearning for me to go harder.
After what seems like just moments she’s manoeuvring herself to drawer under our bed. Her wand is calling. I move from her to aid her search. This moment is not for long pauses between entry. As she’s on her side I continue to take her, a sexually driven giant spoon! She places her vibrator between her legs. My hands caress her. Tickling down the entirety of her body, playfully scratching the underside of her feet before backwards toward to her nipple. Her free hand reached mine. She grasps tightly as she moans to climax!

The rhythm was so hard and fast the condom had split and run down my penis, I had questioned whether an extra sensitive condom would suffice in this moment. Whether it would contain the numbing cream and still allow some sort of pleasure. Would it actually over come my urge to cum? I should have been questioning whether it would fulfil its primary birth control function… in fact, I didn’t need to question anything at all: I felt nothing! I now know what it must feel like for all those unlucky men who have been blessed to enter their partner with a strapon.

It was the shortest sexual encounter I can remember. She wanted it. She didn’t disappoint.
“Could you have cum?” She asked.
“I wasn’t even close!” I replied and she laughed while imitating a shocked face reserved for TikTok content creators.
“So that’s like a 10 out of 10?” I ask.
“It would be better if you could feel it, but I’m sure I can get used to using you for sex”

I won’t complain. I feel this experience has highlighted to me that 95% of the enjoyment of sexual intercourse does not come from the sensations at my penis. Ultimately, a climax would have finished this event of to perfection… but guess I’ll take her subsiding from her own full body quiver before quickly pushing me from her for now. Her selfishness has grown.

“We’re done now!”

Not a bad way to celebrate four months of lock up…

 

I think that’s pretty much a perfect analogy of how I was feeling last night.
On top of the lack of sensitivity and not needing to maintain focus on control; Maybe as it’s such a long period of abstinence, the difficult month we’ve had and the distance that’s seemed to be between us or maybe is just because I’m super aroused. But I noticed everything.
The curve between her hips and breasts has become more defined, her diet is working well. The growth of her Pubic hair has different gradients from where she’d shaved a perfect triangle (my personal preference).
How our tattoos look as I place my arm next to the one on her leg.
The sound of her breathing, apparently much easier last night. The slightest of moans… she’s certainly not a screamer but the sounds were pretty evident.
Her scent, ok not sexual scents, the smell of the lime and orange body wash on her skin…
I don’t actually know why it’s all so vivid in my memory. I haven’t thought about sex this much in a long time. I imagine it’s because of the lack of it that makes it far more cherishable when it occurs. It was all just incredible! Today I’m struggling with being caged, I won’t lie!

As for the feeling of sex while numbed. That’s a weird one. It’s like masturbating. But masturbating if you just wrapped your thumb and forefinger around and restricted any motions to the lower third of your penis. Not enough to climax, but certainly enough to keep it entertaining.

It will be frustrating if she employs this more often. I loved the experience but it makes me crave the real scenario even more… but what a great way of teasing she now has at her disposal. Very little effort on her part. All pleasure. Maximum frustration.

If the difficulties through the start of October had made me question chastity in any way, last night has put everything into perspective. I’m like a love sick puppy all over again!!
And from her part, I don’t need her to tell me she enjoyed herself. She hasn’t been as high spirited as this in some time. She was all jokes and laughter before we slept. Apparently she’s decided the numbing cream has transferred my premature reactions to her given how quick she was. Even discussing sex which she very rarely does - She told me her favourite moment of caged life so far was tapping my cage until I squirted all down to my toes… I mentioned that I preferred the ruin where I was blindfolded and I just heard her say “omg how much?”.
She was laughing and saying “you should have seen it, it was this full!!”

The one thing that was noticeable missing though, normally after she’s had her own fun she likes to ask how long it’s been for me. Sometimes I wonder whether it’s a little tease, but more likely it’s her considering she’s putting her needs over my own. An element of guilt perhaps… not last night. She genuinely was not concerned one bit about my pent up sexual frustrations.
That’s a little concerning but also makes me incredibly aroused. Which is exactly what I don’t need right now!

 

Entry 17:
135 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Numbed PIV: 4
Full orgasms: 0

October its finally over!!

Finally October is done with; I’m not concerned with Locktober. We made it through that almost too easily. Not currently desperate for an orgasm unless I’m massaging her body, just a few touches to her right now and I become over excited. Im glad October is over as chastity life just seems to have hindered us more than helped this month. Yes, it’s been aided quite significantly by a wide range of other issues. Illnesses, life factors, money stresses, Christmas prep and just general crap, but it didn’t go well at all. The gaps in between where we could have felt close have been restricted.

I detailed the show start to the month previously and until we had the fun with the Emla cream. We enjoyed that, so much so that two days later we had more fun with it… and then again! Once we’d had fun… we had some more!! I didn’t think at one stage that I would make it out of Locktober alive!! Fuck that was a good 4 days!
My wife has absolutely taken to Emla like a duck to water. I honestly understand why, (for her) the sex has been incredible! I have, well, enjoyed watching it… I guess. Im participating even if the usual sexual instincts cannot be overcome to a full orgasm. Seeing her moan and writhe in pleasure, it’s worth it for me and my invisible penis is definitely worth it to her.

Then just as we were getting back into our stride it went wrong…

Uncaged. Naked. Standing in front of her. She begins to take my cock into her mouth. There’s no reaction from my little guy. Nothing. He’s just dead. It’s not his fault, my body is achey and I’m feeling faint. I have to lie down. So we pretty much made it 5 days of October without one of us being too unwell for sexy time! What the actual fuck. I was more angry with myself than anything but going a whole month without any relief I had wanted to soldier on. I should’ve been honest from the start that evening and focussed on some relaxation and chilling together, but selfishly I wanted to squirt my love juice from me and feel some relief after all the excessive stimulation the days before had given. Hindsight. Wonderful thing, as that threw her off. She genuinely had more questions as to whether it was just a bug. Did I not want to cum? Can I still get it up? Do I fancy her? Oh, yeah that was a fun conversation.

So after I’m feeling better from this episode. It takes a few days but then the whole family is starting with the same thing. Except they all get sickness too… small mercies, I avoided vomiting at least. We’re closing in on the end of the month then she gets it wrong. Or not wrong, as I wouldn’t suggest she could be wrong these days, she merely deviated from our usual FLR relationship in a way I wasn’t ready for.

After nearly 5 weeks without orgasm I finally receive some reward. She tells me to blindfold myself and put in the rotating prostate massager. I’m still caged. Ok this massager works, it’s going to get me to cum yet the whole set-up felt wrong. She placed the controller on my belly and left me to it… after a few minutes I knew I didn’t want it this way. I took off the blindfold and went to remove the butt plug style toy. I said “this just feels isolating”

Her reply, “That’s what it says in the manuals. Make you do something your uncomfortable with and just sit on my phone uninterested, this is what you wanted”

I couldn’t argue. It had said that in those manuals, and I should give her credit for trying to do all the right things. This is not the way we’ve played the game so far though, she’s always done it her way. We’ve felt connected more than ever. This situation however, did not feel good. I’d reached over a few times to hold her and she brushed my hand away. If it was an attempt to be dominant and controlling it came across as ‘I can’t be arsed, do it yourself’

“Yeah, but we’re not in the manuals” I tell her and go to clean up.

We don’t dwell, we have a hug before bed but we both know this wasn’t successful, although for different reasons. Before I fall to sleep she caresses my back and tells me “you’re not getting out of it, you’ll be using it on yourself again soon”.

Ok, so maybe our life is pretty vanilla but on 30th I receive this:

So I’ve decided you’re becoming too complacent and lazy. You’re neglecting the house, ignoring jobs you always do like dog mess, doing silly annoying things like not filling the tea bags or dog food, you’re refusing my requests in the bedroom. I’m sure there’s more…

So this week there will be a job list. Some will specify what day, some will be when you want to do them. I want them all done by Friday evening. Any incomplete job will =15 spanks.

The reward for completing all jobs? Simple.. no spanks and a happy wife.’

It’s enough to tell me she wants to regain control of chastity and make it work for us again, more than that I get the impression she’s ready to move from a passive but definite chastised relationship, to leading it with more control. I think if she had taken this manner in our previous encounter I’d had enjoyed it a whole lot more. The more I think about her strict nature coming out the more it’s becoming arousing to me.

But now. Here’s me; over 6 weeks since she wore her strap-on, 5 weeks since I earned a ruin and she’s actually gone downhill with regards to her own orgasms - although that may change now we’re getting back to normality and may be a reflection of my actions towards her, but without receiving some reward or relief I feel the odds are against me somewhat in doubling down and getting my motivation back.

I responded to the message to suggest I should get a cuddle after every completed task. I’ll be more motivated if you love me for it:

‘You’ll get what your given’….

Here’s hoping for a better month! If nothing else I think November is going to show a new side of her. She seems like she’s decided to become more dominant. I hope I get more than toys to myself. Massaging her last night and rubbing oil into the curves of her ass while my face was just a cm away was almost too much. I could’ve cum just then still in my cage. I was close to the edge while my caged penis rubbed against her oily feet. When it was over she said “Thank you”. No movement towards something more sexual, I guess I’m back to earning all that now. I’ve made a good start. Most of her jobs are done. She’d forgotten something and I joked “just like you’ve forgotten where your strapons are!”. It could have been a big mistake, but she just said “Now were over this cycle of sickness I’m sure they’ll be out again”

Finally, this morning she seemed far more aroused than usual. Groping me and discussing a few things. She took my cock in her hand and asked how we’ll get it through customs. Our holiday is not until next September. “I can’t let you have a holiday from chastity, you’ll ruin your holiday”

Yep. She’s definitely in it for the long haul. Thinking back to when we began if I was off my game she’d probably had decided to give it up… now I get the cane.

It’s a small change! Fuck!

 

Yeah all is good. Writing this post I considered where I’ve been at this month and I’d say where she’s just taken things is exactly where I wanted to go initially. Maybe the situation has brought out what we needed. I wanted her in control. I wanted denial… and she’s given just that. I was at work late so I messaged her just to tell her she was right and how much I appreciated her taking control of the situation.
She didn’t reply. She rarely does when it comes to sex talk.
All in all our relationship is stronger than ever. Weird how taking sex off the table and handing over control can show whether you’re truly compatible or not.

 

Entry 18:
138 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 6
Milking sessions: 1
PIV: 2
Numbed PIV: 4
Full orgasms: 0

My November Mistress?

Is this a move to a stricter dominant wife, understanding of my needs, enjoying the affect her control has on me… or is she just having fun? It’s hard to tell.
Last night I popped into the bathroom while she was in the bath. Just routine. Asking if she wanted anything from me. Normally that’s a cup of tea for after or to pass her the shampoo from the cupboard.
“Yes, I’d like you to wash my feet”
I obliged, taking my time to ensure proper lather and cleanliness. I’ve said it before, but prior to chastity feet did nothing for me. Now it’s a whole new ball game. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned that to her and she’s playing on it, or whether it’s just something she’s come to herself. However, she’s very much ensuring I focus my attention on them.

After, she was laid on the bed. On my knees at the end of her I take her feet to start a massage. Maybe a tickle down her legs, some movement to something sexual. She places her feet on my chest and pushes me back.
“We’re having a night off tonight. We’re chilling”
“Whoa, careful” I replied as she’s nearly knocked me backwards off the bed. It was in jest. We’re not mean to each other.
“What, I can do what I want with them” before pushing her toes upwards into my mouth.
Not going to lie, it was pretty hot. Things like that make it hard to just chill.

This morning I’m walking between the rooms, feather duster in hand reaching any cobwebs that I can find.
“How many jobs have you got left to do?”
After telling her I’ve just got all day to do this one. Thursdays I have off to watch my toddler so I’m pretty comfortable in the knowledge I’d probably get it complete.
“Ha!” She laughed. Mouth full of foaming toothpaste. Spitting it out and shortly after coming to me and telling me, “at least you think you’ll avoid the cane”.
Kissing me goodbye before leaving to work.

Yeah, this at least appears to be a whole new side to her.

 

Entry 19:
143 days since 24 hour release
Ruined orgasms: 7
PIV: 2
Numbed PIV: 4
Full orgasms: 0

The Tooth Fairy

Thursday (Day 138)

Absolutely satisfied that I had completed all my jobs for the week I cruised contentedly to an easy weekend. Pain free, hopeful of a reward for once again becoming a far better submissive and caring husband again. My wife retaking control has really emphasised the restrictions chastity can bring, highlighted where I have been weak with regards to her needs and reinvigorated my desire to really be the best person I can be. I had some time to reflect on her words and can say that after she told me I hadn’t been meeting her standards, I’ve become better than I’ve ever been before. The lack of posting on my journal tells its own story, I’ve been focussed way more at home and feeling a little guilty for putting my feet up. Her new list for this week tells the story, she aptly telling me that it’s a light workload as their genuinely isn’t much left for me to do!

The crux to my lethargic approach and winding myself down was that I kind of forgot something crucial. Not only do I have a responsibility to please my wife, but also should be dedicating myself to the children. It’s been a while, but Thursday was time for me to play the fairy. I don’t actually get to go full on drag mode, prance around in a frilly tutu and really get connected with my feminine side - I’ve done that, got the pictures, not sure it will be a thing again - but I do have to replace some grotty rotten tooth for a small sum of money in the middle of the night.

I had a long relaxing Thursday evening enjoying every inch of my wife’s body, rubbing in oil from her shoulders to toes. The excitement on my side lead to excruciatingly painful caged erections, I could not control myself with how much I wanted her. She knew but she was not going to let me have my way. She didn’t even want to have it her way either. She’s become steadfast in my need for a little more denial. Reasoning that I still have to earn the chance to play with her more intimate areas may truly have been just a disguise of the fact she’d had a really long day. She’d actually prefer and appreciate the intimacy and relaxation of just a body massage… but I enjoyed the guise of her being a more controlling keyholder, she’s playing it well this month.

When her massage was complete she told me not to forget to “do the tooth fairy”. It wasn’t the first time she’d mentioned it. Deciding that it was still a little early; 9:30pm for most children would be ample time to fall to sleep, sadly when you parent a child with ADHD you just can never be too careful and I left it a little longer. As with most evenings around Halloween we found the worst horror we could and put it on to amuse ourselves. A story line consisting of 5 young adults making a porn movie only to be set upon by a horny grandma was entertaining but not enough to keep me invested and I swiftly fell asleep.


Friday (Day 139)

So it’s Friday and my forgetfulness has given my wife her shot at bringing out her dominant side and following through on her bravado of punishing me for not completing tasks. I had the impression no matter how perfect my week had gone she would have found a reason, but I basically handed this one to her.
At work I’m still pretty content with myself and completely unaware I’ve done anything wrong. I message her to tell her I love her and get a corresponding obligatory text in return… such a wonderful romantic gesture that at no point has become routine and slightly mundane. That aside, I quickly receive another follow up text. I won’t transcribe it all her but it contained the words “ffs” “tooth fairy” and my name… if she’s using my name, especially in text format she’s really pissed!!
I imagine the scene… my innocent step son, penniless, a gross tooth still within his dainty drawstring bag crying at the feet of his mum two days before his birthday….

“Why did she forget me again?!? Whhhhyyyy?!”

Oh yeah, so not the first time we’ve forgotten. I doubt it was this dramatic, but I did actually feel pretty guilty.
And so, it was deemed that I would be punished and that would amount to two jobs as she’d asked me twice! I had done so well too!

That night sharing custody of the children has given us a full weekend of freedom. As I often work over the weekends I’ve booked everyone off as leave. In the mix of blending our families and the differing arrangements we have with our ex partners (one mutually agreed, the other court defined) we only have this level of freedom occur 7 times all year! We still have our toddler, but as he’s far more fun that the other children and goes to bed way earlier we don’t really count him.
We run a bath and she gets in before messaging me (from the bathroom!) to bring her key box and join her. Technology is wonderful as shouting that would have been detrimental to our whole evening, why she takes her phone in the bath though is still a mystery to me. Obsessive use of social media. I think I’m slightly too old to get aboard with it all.

Cage free together bathing, she’s enjoying the full length of our slightly too small tub and i’m cramped in at the tap end on my knees. She takes my engorging penis between her feet and strokes then backward and forwards.
“We have to get it fully erect as we can’t have you shrinking on me. Although, I don’t know why I bother, I’m sure it’s just something you’ve just made up to get me to give you erections”… “look you haven’t gotten any smaller at all”. I hadn’t really considered it for a while. I’ve been sleeping really well recently so I’ve definitely become temporarily 100% accustomed to the cage. It must have been a while since she allowed me a full release. She’s definitely aware it’s been a while at this stage.
When she is content with the amount of physical toying she has put me through she changes her focus to toying with me psychologically.
I’m really not sure how aware she is, whether she’s really trying or if it is just natural but her dominant tease and denial streak is really quite accomplished.

“So you have a choice tonight. You can either give me a full massage like you want to do it (she means giving her an orgasm) or I can give you a release. Ruined obviously, but I think you need it more than me”.

Caught off guard I guess the first response I came out with was the decision I really wanted. I’ve been aching to play with her fully and I told her so.

“Remember, just because you want to give me an orgasm doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. I might just want to enjoy it my way”

Yeah, she can say whatever she wants at that stage but I know if she’s giving me the option she’s also craving it for herself too. I know I don’t have to worry about her feeling satisfied after the evening is through. My mind did wander towards wondering whether I’d made the right choice. It’s also been a while for me!
We move our evening to the bedroom and I start unloading all the instruments I’ll need to please her. Massager, Feather tickler, pin wheel, massage oils, two bullet vibrators and her wand.
She looks up from her phone (told you she’s obsessed!) and before putting it on charge and away for the evening tells me, “you’ve forgotten the punishment”

Two punishments means I’ve got 30 cracks coming my way. I take out the ruler, the paddle, the cane and the crop and she asks me to put them in order of which hurts the most. Honestly, I’m writing this and thinking ‘is this real?’ ‘Did my wife really do this’. My god she actually did!! If there’s ever a hint of dissatisfaction going forward I need to read this post and remember how well she treats me.
I lay them out accordingly. I won’t see but I’ll know which she is using.

5 loud smacks of the paddle. Loud being the definite word. Not too extreme pain, but good acoustics.

“How many is that?”

I know better from my first punishment then to not count. I can’t do it out loud I find it a little silly, but she ensures I’m keeping track.

5 thuds of the ruler. It’s pretty chunky and really is probably the most painful in the aftermath. Taking it isn’t too bad.

5 whips of the crop.

“Oh, it leaves a lovely heart shaped print! I like that. Look in the mirror”

I look up towards the mirror but don’t get a good sight before she carries on with another 5.

A brief pause before a ‘thwack’ of the cane followed by 4 more. Every stroke of every instrument she has used has hit perfectly in the same spot. My ass is on fire and it’s becoming almost unbearable. I don’t know if I can take any more. I don’t feel like I’m enjoying it and as the pain gets too intense my head lowers. I can see between my legs and my rock hard penis is flowing precum. A string from the tip of my penis down to a wet stain forming in the bed covers. I take a mental note that it really is time to give them a good 60degree wash and continue to take my punishment. (Washing them on Saturday would actually be a mistake once Sunday is out. But more on that further on).

The last 10 strokes are taken with the cane. I’m thankful she completed it swiftly before collapsing on the bed and curling up for a brief moment.

Ouch!

“You know the rules. If I can’t tell it happened tomorrow we’ll have to repeat this all over again.”
…
“Now you’ve got two minutes to get back in your cage or you won’t be touching me at all.”
….
Yes. She really said that! Friday night saw her playing out a scene from a cheap dominatrix style porn script.
I’m fully erect and look down. Never taking anything too seriously I laugh it off and tell her it’s going to take longer than that.

“Do I need to set a timer?!”

I have never got into my cage so quickly. I literally applied lotion all over myself and squeezed all three of my hanging regions through what seems like a far too small ring. I rush to the toilet to see if I can pee the remaining erection away before stuffing my cage back over my length and forcefully wrangling him back to full confinement. Strangely it actually shrivelled rather quickly. It wasn’t the best placement and skin protruded in areas I’m not used to but she just laughed at me.

“You’ve really got it back on. I didn’t actually think you could”

I was pretty impressed with myself and earned my time caressing her body. Spending time between her legs before using her wand to bring her to climax. Her hair has grown now quite impressively. Its well trimmed but I love it, more the fact she’s growing it to please me but it’s really a turn on.

As I was massaging her she came out with her final line from the script, “just so you know, as you turned it down tonight it will be at least another week before I even consider giving you another ruined orgasm. You’re not coming out again until next weekend”
Is it wrong to assume her new plan is to allow me a weekend of freedom and fun for completing all my tasks? She doesn’t write anything in for me to do over the weekends. I won’t ask, but I’ll try keep a record of how she plays it out.

… and that’s just Friday!

Saturday (Day 139)

Saturday was far less eventful. We spent the day pretty close had a few drinks and just chilled out together enjoying our freedom. Other than one noticeable situation we didn’t really discuss sexual activity or either of us attempt to initiate it. It’s odd that at some times you both just know you’re content for it not to happen and just enjoy some time together. To be so in-sync with what your both feeling. So although it was less eventful it was very much as enjoyable.

As for anything of a sexual nature In the morning I walked past her side of the bed, laid down she held her hand out for a high five before moving it between my legs. Caressing me briefly to a few moans. “You’re very tight in there, are you sure you’ll make it another week? They’re not going explode on me?”
That’s about as sexual as it got. One nod to her decision to keep me contained for another week.

Sunday (Day 140)

We spent the morning apart both busying ourselves with our individual endeavours. I returned to find al the jobs had been replaced afresh on our notice board.
She’d completed it before we left for her sons party ( we didn’t get quite a full weekend, but as it was a special occasion we can accept it! I’m joking we obviously had it planned). She looked absolutely stunning. She’d spent quite some time on hair and make up that morning. Re-dyeing and curling her copper lengths into loose twirls at the tips at the end. She had spent time on her eyes doing something a little different, with some pointy red triangles brushed from her eye towards her ears not like Bowie or anything. Something some way more subtle. Her lips looked glossed to perfection. Obviously I wasn’t allowed with the effort she’d put I. but they just draw me in for a kiss. I guess a picture could tell a thousand words but in the absence of such, my poorly descriptive take on her appearance will have to do. She looked incredible!

The party was fun, but I won’t linger on that. Later in the evening when it was done with and we’d returned home she told me “I’m not having a bath tonight, you should get clean though”

So when she says that I know she’s subtly hinting at the fact she wants me ready for some anal play. My mind wanders to her promise that I’ll be using the rotating massager alone on front of her. I’m a little anxious. I’m not going to allow myself to complain. It’s way got her into dominant mode and I will comply with her will of it brings this side out of her.
I get myself prepared before returning to her in the bedroom. Ok, so off- topic somewhat but I had mentioned to her that using the same underwear I bought for her in the bedroom as comfortable alternatives when it was the time of month had lead to then becoming a little confused in the sexiness department.

When I take sight of her she has a new Pokémon t-shirt. Better fitted than the usual one and underneath she’s wearing a pair of new high waisted yoga pants (that’s a good description this time). To me, she’s nailed the sexy look completely. Even more so as the look was rounded off with her harness and strap-on and full make up she’d completed previously.

“Whoa”. I’m a man of all the right words in the moment.

She smiles and responds slightly dominantly but more a little mischievously, “So I’m thinking first, we’ll be making sure you bruise, and then after I’ll make it feel better, that ok?”

We have some time being intimate. Any time she’s looking this good she’s going to have the full Mr Chaste horny attack on her. Within moments she’s laid on her front on the bed underneath me. He eyes closed as she enjoys me caressing her neck and behind her ear with kisses and deft licks.

“Are you sure you don’t want to scrap the strapon and let me inside you?” I ask.

After a brief pause she responds. “No it’s time for your punishment”

I remove myself from her and begin to get into position.

“Excuse me, feet first”. She looks towards the side where she has placed a bottle of baby oil. So the query I had in my last post about whether she’s just taken it upon herself to dominate me with my feet or whether I have mentioned it is solved anyhow. Turns out after a few drinks (like Saturday night) I’m slightly liberal with my words and may lead her towards the things I want. She later tells me that she knew I wanted a strapon as I’d hinted at it 50 times the night before! Damn, it sort of shatters the illusion, but also makes me love her somewhat even more if that’s possible. I also know if she didn’t like it she wouldn’t indulge me with it, even drunken communication can be good. At some stage I’ve let her in on the feet secret and she’s taken to making me ‘worship’ them in return. Win win!

I’m stopped from sucking her toes after a few attempts. Foot worship is slightly less erotic to her when she hasn’t bathed after a whole day, it’s better for me but I’m not pushing it.
After her feet are given a sleek glisten from the oil and she’s happy I’ve given them the attention she desired she reaches for her cane. Nothing else. It’s a one way ticket to ‘not-sitting-downsville’. 30 cracks with the cane. Stinging to high hell, the sensations of pain did not stop all evening… however once again to her disappointment she’s failed to leave a lasting impression longer than one evening.

“Lube my dildo and come lie with me”.

She takes her position as the big spoon. Intimately caressing my body and taking close attention to stroke over the glowing red blemish across my ass cheek. She kissed down my back before entering me.
It felt incredible from moment she started. It wasn’t long before her she had found her rhythm and started to steadily increase her tempo. I clenched my body so her crystal penis pressed in the right places. In too short a period the sensation likened to that of the feeling to urinate became apparent, I willed my mind towards the sensations from behind rather than the need to cum. While I moaned the ecstasy grew and before long my body tensed, sending pleasure to all of me extremities. I pulled at her hip and her cock entered full and deep, almost painfully while semen spasmed from my caged penis. In the moment I said something so cringy I don’t really even repeat here, it’s almost too embarrassing…
‘Don’t stop fuck it all out of me’

I wouldn’t like to use a black light on my freshly washed sheets now!

As weekends go this will go down as one of my sexual favourites of all time. She absolutely smashed the dominant role. I got everything I’ve ever wanted all in two encounters. Damn she’s good!

As a final note to the detriment of the whole event - In the middle of the night I’m awoken by her rummaging as the all too common monthly cycle has taken centre stage for another week.

Roll on next weekend!

Somewhere along the line the date count has got mixed up. I will sort that on my next post…

 

Not a post. Just a slight musing whilst putting the grind in to complete everything on this weeks list.

A subtle blend of chastity and punishment is a ridiculously potent concoction!

So it’s been a hell of a week at work. So much so that I can’t believe it’s still only Wednesday. Every day I’ve got home and put in way too much effort to compete all my tasks… one day I covered 11 miles just from work and housework alone!
To get this level of commitment she’s barely had to lift a finger! Just a carefully worded message and 30 swings of her arm!

 

Entry…. It’s an entry. Damn I’m slightly tipsy.
Orgasms: never .

The new way.

So, it’s Wednesdays evening and we were messing around, she was in a jovial mood. She even admitted “I’m done with this period now, I’m ready for something”. It was a fun evening. Nothing sexual, just loving. Like really loving. I could have stayed in that space for hours and not even concerned myself with sex or any outside commitment. As a child I always wondered why I wasn’t allowed in my parents bedroom, now as an adult and parent myself I know… it’s just your space. Your space to be yourself, be a couple, be together. Your space where you can actually admit your horny. I know that sounds obvious, why wouldn’t you say that? But verbalising her own desires is something my wife struggles with. Chastity has really helped.

She asked. “What do you get out of this? You only get treated once a week?”….

My mind immediately went to my own query on her new set up. It 100% appears this is the new Chastity way - I work my ass off all week for her. The evenings are for her pleasure and as a reward at the weekend she treats me. It probably helps alleviate some of her guilt.

“So I get a treat this weekend? You didn’t say that”

“Yeah, if you get all your jobs done you can have a treat, but I’ll give it a few weeks and you’ll be so tired it will just be the cane”.

Confirmed, it’s once a week for me now. Which is nice, whatever the reward… but now I’m questioning how she’ll keep this up. As we grow and her sex life declines does 1 week become a month, 2 months, a year. Will I be satisfied? For now, I’ll put that thought aside. I’m being treated!!

Also, she’s not wrong. I am EXHAUSTED!! I don’t even know why I do it anymore, I just have this urge to keep going. I know what she wants and I make it happen. Her job list is fine… but I also see other jobs I think she’d want doing and so do them, and then I find something that she’d prefer fixing or making more functional and I do that too… it’s just endless. My life revolves around her needs. Can I ever be enough?

“What would you want this weekend if you could have anything?”

It’s better when it comes from her. I have thoughts in my head: Am I going to be orgasming too much? It’s been a problem in the past, even a ruin each week becomes too frequent. I become complacent. Chastity loses its way. Is this set up going to work for us?
“I just like it when you pick”, I reply.

Eventually as the conversation grew she had come up with the idea of me writing a wheel full of treats I’d like. We talked about it. I basically told her my number one reward would be for her to clean up after the dogs for a week… she pretended to cry! I get it. Nobody likes that shit! (There’s no other way to describe that job!!)

So she set some rules:

1. No full orgasms! - ‘they don’t exist in this house. Not for you anyway’
2. Cannot choose sex as that’s a treat for her and she decides when that happens.
3. Must keep it interesting in some way.
4. Anything I decide that she wouldn’t like will be punished.

Yeah, she didn’t say ‘here’s the rules; rule 1…. Rule 2… etc etc, that’s what I picked up from the conversation.

So my first dilemma: I can’t just say I want a strapon every weekend. Or can I? Is that allowed? Will she be upset if I replace everything she does for me and replace it with her taking me? And what does that say about me?

Ok, right now that’s my only headspace! I could think of 100 things for her to do… but currently that’s my number one.

My second dilemma…. Ok, I only have one dilemma.

The other consideration I have is that it’s not a good time of month for anything other than my pleasure, but by the sounds of it she’ll be having quite a lot. Like 6/7 times a week are now hers… so I’m not overly worried this time.

By tonight. Pretty much before I started meandering through this post… she’s out and I’ve had a beer… I came up with these outcomes on the wheel:

(My plan to keep it interesting)
50% chance it lands on “punishment of KH choice, spin again”. It does say her name but I replaced it with ‘KH’ just for my readers benefit - all 2 of you. Thanks for being here haha!

12.5% I’ll receive the strapon again. Whoop whoop!!

6.25% chance I’ll get a massage cage free

6.25% chance she’ll be sending me nude pictures next week.

6.25% she uses her giant dildo as a strapon

6.25% she’ll be masturbating in front of me next week

6.25% I’ll receive a hand job

6.25% I’ll receive a Blowjob.

(My maths I’d probably not correct!!)

I very much aimed it away from the possibility I’ll orgasm. I think it would be good timing for me, but my conscience tells me I don’t want to, I want to maintain this level of motivation and keep pleasing her in non-sexual ways…. And besides, I know it doesn’t matter what’s on that wheel. She wants to see the sort of things I want, but ultimately she’ll just decide and tell me where it ‘landed’….

Roll on tomorrow!!