Little extracts of 2023

Yep. This one was a little savage! When I introduced the concept of punishments I did it with a slight edge towards enhancing our sex life. You know, this could be fun! I do get that sense of excitement before it starts but honestly, it’s anything but enjoyable.

So, I was reflecting on whether it has a place in our relationship moving forward, do we really need this?

If I compare how this situation would have been handled prior to the introduction: She’d have been annoyed, she probably wouldn’t have expressed why. We’d have had one of those evenings where you’re not really talking, but you’ve not actually fallen out. It would have remained in her mind for much longer.
This has given her an outlet to her frustrations. I understood exactly why she was upset and we quickly moved on… to a better place than we started. We could reinitiate our intimacy without anything in between us. The system works!

I guess until she learns to communicate her frustrations, and I mature enough to actually listen it’s a positive addition in our life.

Also, thinking about her listing her problems while she delivered her punishments really gets my little guy throbbing! It’s a tease that’s lasted for days

 

2023:
Full O’s: 0
Ruined O’s: 3
Caged O’s: 1
P-spot O’s: 2
Non-contact O’s: 2
Erections: 8
Time out of cage: 6 hours 35 mins.
Time in Vagina: 25 seconds over two occasions.
Last full orgasm: 19th June 2022

Be careful what you write a wheel for…

Day 262

My wife has been off her game. Her life game. Laying in bed scrolling her phone she has successfully ignored me and anything else going on for the entire evening. I roll over to go to sleep, I don’t even acknowledge her in doing so, this has been an increasing habit of hers of late and my tolerance towards it is now rather lacking.

As I lay, tired and on the verge of sleep she leans herself over me and pulls me into her. I lay contended as the little spoon. A little attention was all I’ve been craving…

Her hand reached my groin and begins to gently stroke. The tip of my cage and briefly onto my increasingly sensitive testes. Not enough pressure that should result in an orgasm but sure enough the tingling sensations result in cum pouring from my cage and into her deviously cupped hand. It didn’t take her long.

It was a cheap caged orgasm. It had come too soon and too close to my previous. My lust for chastity was dwindling. Her lack of motivation for me and anything sexual was being compensated with an easily achieved show of intimacy.

My motivation now also lacking, my efforts for her dwindling and her sex drive falling off a cliff I decided to get my hands dirty. To top from the bottom!

I’d written a wheel…

(Note: I edited her name, I don’t refer to her as ‘she’)



She studied it. It wasn’t spun the night I showed her. I think the understanding it gave was far more important: I was not content in the way this was changing, we had agreed on denial with special, targeted releases. We didn’t need to revert back to sex to keep me happy.
She commented that it’s about time I got back to doing more things for her anyway… and that was it. The seed planted. Stupid idea!!

………..

Bath time countdown

Day 266

One… Two… Three….Four…. Five….

I gasp in relief as her vigorous masturbation of me halts. Her hands move around my erection, taking in my balls and stroking just about every erogenous I have on offer. Her fingers stroked my length. Massaged my head. Both hands caressed either side of my balls.

This had been going on for some time!

“You should thank me, I’m training you to last longer.”

Really? I’m pretty sure she has no idea about training me for anything, she was being cruel. Enjoying herself a little too much. I had made my displeasure for the easy orgasms known and I was being made to regret it!

The weekend was a bad one for us. We didn’t so much fall out, but we spent an evening without discussion. My feelings towards her were on the edge, my mood low. Without discussing too much detail I’ll say that parenting in a blended family is tough. Try as you might sometimes it just doesn’t go as you’d like, it’s not all bliss.
We did however, manage to have an amicable discussion on the matter and it was resolved quickly. Resolved after she had been given a taster of what life could be like if this continues. No bath ran for her. Simple jobs she appreciates me to do left alone. No jovial conversation…

We had got back to happier times and she appeared to to have noted my feelings on the lack of denial, “After the bath I want you straight back in your cage. No exceptions.”

Now kneeled in front of her, an abundance of soap suds foaming on her palms, I was edged for the 6th or maybe 7th time whilst counting down the seconds as she requested. I was beginning to query my own decision… I did not want to be denied anymore!! During each interval I was becoming closer to the point of no return.

“Don’t you dare cum. Are you ready. 5 seconds. Count”

Lathering suds over me as she once again commenced my interruption handjob. Four seconds and I sharply pull myself from her grip. She pauses and begins to rinse the soap from me. The game it seems is up, I can no longer complete all 5 seconds… I briefly begin to consider whether this will result in a punishment before she interrupts me, “5 seconds. Count”

Taking me in her mouth this five seconds is easier to manage. The pace is slower. The sensations usually so strong from oral are overcome a little after the prep work of her physical touch, the startling cold wet feeling already yielded to the water around us.

“That seemed a little easy. We’re you lying or do you just not like my blowjobs anymore?”

I tell her the pace was better.

“Oh, you want a fast blowjob? Who’d want that? It doesn’t sound like you’d have time to enjoy it…. Count”

Her pace is much quicker, her head bobs up and down almost comically.

Five…

She doesn’t stop. A couple more seconds and I pull myself from her.

Her eyes study my manhood. “Oh your dribbling.”

Taking her precum with her index finger and sucking it clean. The game was over.

……….

The return of the invisible penis

Still Day 266

Out of the bath, I’m eying my cage. Freshly cleaned, I ponder how I will get it back over my throbbingly erect penis.

“Shall we have sex?”, she calls over to me. Stood naked in the mirror running a towel through her hair. Taking in both a frontal and rear view of her at the same time, I have no words. I get the impression this is not going to go how I expect… and sure enough she is obliging with her savagery towards me.

“Put the cream on. You can feel me while it’s settling in.“

I do as instructed. Badly! Somehow managing to go full on rookie and roll the condom on the wrong way, there’s no turning it over with the cream now covering it. I have to start again. Dumbass!

I move on top of her to make the most of what I can as the feeling drifts from me. I have a few fleeting moments until this will be a fully one sided exchange. She rests her hands on my hips. “Not until you’ve massaged my legs and feet.” This would be typical foreplay in our bedroom for sure, but right now it’s nothing more than a delaying tactic. It is the quickest stroke of her lower half I’ve ever given before taking my position on top of her again… There isn’t much time remaining: an awareness of unawareness is creeping in.

“You haven’t even felt if I’m ready”

I honestly believe, and I don’t normally think this, that she had this all planned out. It was too good to be off the cuff. To request the cream, set my expectations and then add a cruel twist and deny me of any satisfaction… Yes, this is my wife now. Someone on here said “my wife is my fantasy”, I can’t help thinking the same of mine. It’s like she’s been watching the same denial porn I used to drool over (from my penis! Cheap joke!).

I give up any hope and revert my attentions to her… their proper place all being said. I take her clitoris with my tongue, I ensure at least one of us will derive maximum pleasure from this experience. She was gushing before I started, she was always ready!

“Well, as you probably won’t feel it you should get that side so I can use this.”

Wand in hand, she rolls over to allow me to spoon her. I poke in all the wrong places (being numb is not easy) before she takes me in her hand and directs me inside.

Our usual intimate encounters in this position are overuled by her dominating attitude. I take this opportunity to give her a ‘proper fucking’. Long hard strokes. As I ask her if she like it that way she nods and that motion transcends down her body as begins to shake from her climax.

……….

Day 267

The denial is real.

I don’t think they’ll be a key for me any night for a while. I should not have written that wheel!!

 

Day 267 (evening)

2023:
Full O’s: 0
Ruined O’s: 3
Caged O’s: 1
P-spot O’s: 2
Non-contact O’s: 2
Erections: 8
Time out of cage: 6 hours 35 mins.
Time in Vagina: 25 seconds over two occasions.
Last full orgasm: 19th June 2022

Stick and stones

It was supposed to be a non-erotic evening. I had overcome my primal urges and kept my hands to more safe locations while I massaged my wife’s naked body. The image capture of her round bottom and cute shaved lips between her thighs will live vividly for the evening. It was enough that I felt sexually connected, but not overwhelming in a way that she felt obliged to reciprocate with anything more overtly sordid.

Yet, I lay straining in my cage.

Precum dribbling.

A desire to rip the cage away and take her!

Her words are the most powerful teasing tool she has in her arsenal and this time they cut deep. They could be construed as malicious given another context, shattering confidence and destroying someone’s persona, for me under the circumstances of our life I found them highly erotic:

“I need to tie you up again soon and see if my training worked. Might have to leave you a few months first though”

I quizzed her on why she wanted me trained. She’d been on the receiving end of an incredible encounter the previous evening:

“It think it’s funny that you need the cream now. I’ve stripped away all of your control and you can’t even last a few seconds. You’re a mess.”

Pressing on why she would find that amusing:

“You had so much stamina. Do you remember how long you lasted? Now you could never leave me, no one will ever be happy with that. You’re just lucky I like it.”

She held me closer. Comforting in a way, knowing she’s happy. Arousing in another, seeing her enjoyment of complete control.

 

I think the same at times. I’ll lose complete concentration or proper thought processes and I find myself just staring at her.

I think she genuinely does love what she’s done to me. She doesn’t want shrinkage, I know that much (I’ll have to gentle break her into dildos at some point) but I cannot get her to tell me she’s unhappy at this at all. That’s her style, criticism over praise. I’ve tried manipulating the conversation, I’ve asked her out right, I’d made suggestions… she just will not conclude that she prefers me with stamina, or anything other than sexual putty in her hands!
She has ruled that I am not to come while spooning her in her pyjamas. She likes her PJs. That’s her hard limit.

I am now a complete mess. Unfit for anyone but her.

I had a brief thought about how that would be. What it would be like the other way around. If I was so attractive to her that all I had to do was whisper in her ear and gentle stroke her clit once or twice to push her to orgasm… I completely understand her view point, I have given her an amazing gift!

 

On the surface it looks that way. It averages around a ‘release’ every 10 days….
The truth of it is that only the ‘ruins’ have any sort of diminishing effect on my frustrations (and I had two of them in one evening!) Everything else has made this so much more difficult.
It’s the lack of meaningful contact that drives it all now. It may sound cruel to be edged over and over… but I sure appreciated her touch.

And she knows the power she has in denying me entry, that’s the killer!!!
25 seconds this year! I was used to anywhere between 5-10 hours a week before we started this! Now she barely even needs to touch me for these releases…

 

Exactly the same for me. The initial sensations are the hardest to overcome. I can go longer once they have settled down…
But this is a new understanding of my wife’s, and why I think she stops me just after allowing entry, to never allow me to fully enjoy her more intimate regions: I don’t care about orgasm denial! Yes they have an affect on me and the drop should be avoided, but there’s a part of me that almost detests this, I don’t want them. The carrot and stick doesn’t work if I actually don’t enjoy eating my vegetables!
So what is the driving factor? What makes me want to please her so much? It’s always been entry to her vagina. That’s what I crave the most!
I hate that she’s so smart! Hate it and love it all at the same time. It’s frustrating!

 

It’s a delicate balance. Handing over complete control, to avoid the suggestions and create pressure. I try not to ask for the things she is willing to give, I feel that’s more leading.
With regards to PIV, we’re now at a stage where she’s very comfortable saying ‘no’, which allows me to ask (without pestering) and she understands therefore that I still yearn for her. I have expressed to her very clearly that I only want her to allow that when she 100% wants it and she’ll remind me of that, “That’s my choice”. She clearly uses it skilfully against me too.
I’ve expressed to her in the past that I’m comfortable without a full orgasm if that is what makes her happy, requests for those are always thwarted, “you don’t have those anymore.”
It’s strange, for all the things we used to do, all the experiences we’ve shared and discoveries we’ve made… my ultimate fantasy now stands simply as ‘orgasm through sex’.
My reward wheel has dwindled to her two favourite activities. Unrestricted playtime to my body and strapons (which she loves for resulting anal orgasms)
My wife’s life is simple.

 

2023:
Full O’s: 0
Ruined O’s: 3
Caged O’s: 1
P-spot O’s: 2
Non-contact O’s: 2
Erections: 8
Time out of cage: 6 hours 35 mins.
Time in Vagina: 25 seconds over two occasions.
Last full orgasm: 19th June 2022

Another hot thing my KH said…

In the midst of our conversation about our holiday, with me querying how she’ll manage my situation, any idea that she would relent and allow me to go cage free was destroyed.
She expressed her joy in the thought of me making a mess of myself, reminding me that it wouldn’t just be her to stare at. It was going to be tough:

“Trust me, you’ll tap out of this lifestyle before I ever let you go without your cage!”

 

Day 273

2023:
Full O’s: 0
Ruined O’s: 3
Caged O’s: 1
P-spot O’s: 2
Non-contact O’s: 2
Erections: 8
Time out of cage: 6 hours 35 mins.
Time in Vagina: 25 seconds over two occasions.
Last full orgasm: 19th June 2022

The very horny…
By IB ‘Eric Carl’s’ Chaste

In a sexual gloom his dick was was caged without any relief.

On Monday morning the caged erection awoke him and up got a productive but very horny cage-filler.

He started to think of his wife.

“I’m so horny”

……

On Monday the Very Horny Cage-filler provided one non-sexual massage.

But he was still horny!

……

On Tuesday the very horny cage-filler’s wife gave him a teasing handjob and allowed him inside her with numbing cream

But he was still horny!

……

On Wednesday the cage-filler provided an evening of relaxation.

But he was still horny!

……

On Thursday the cage-fillers wife ‘washed’ him in the bath. All the intimate areas in a more than provocative way! Entering his anus before stroking his cage until he was set to burst.

But he was still horny!

……

On Friday the very horny cage-filler spooned his naked wife, provided one hour of oral before holding her while she masturbated.

But he was still horny!

……

On Saturday the very horny cage-filler couldn’t take anymore. He knew that alcohol would avoid any further contact.

He manipulated the system and ordered 1 large pizza, 2 sides, 3 desserts, 4 cans of Coors and more treats than possible to eat in one evening.

That night he had stomach ache!

But the lack of sexual activity provided a little relief.

He started to feel a little better.

……

On Sunday the cage-filler dreamed, his dick was no longer small, it was was allowed to become a big, fat, cage-filler.

His wife opened the lock and tied him to the bed. Pulling out his dick, he was spread out like a beautiful butterfly!

Alas, he remained very, very, horny!!

*Actually, on Sunday the cage-fillers wife tweeked on his nipples and even that minor interaction brought about the feeling of an impending orgasm. His joy was short lived as he was told that a mock spin of the denial wheel would stand. 3 orgasms before release! Which knowing his usual week shouldn’t take long at all, but not all weeks are so fruitful. Schedule conflicts and the approaching monthly cycle ensure that ‘still horny’ will remain for a very long time!

 

Oh no. 3 of her orgasms…. So today I may have an opportunity. Tue/Wed I’m unavailable. Thursday is normally a no go. Bad work day for her. This weekend we have all the family together…
So we’re talking a week and a half before I can actually hit 3!
And then…
I’ve actually got to wait for a good time for her to reciprocate!
I think this will be a full month without so much as a ruin and the first for some time.

 

I am honestly starting to wonder just how I do it too. She is killing me recently, I’ve had denial. I’ve had teases. The sheer volume at which she is going at it right now is devastating! I cannot cope.

 

Re-telling my weeks story as if it was a childhood story… I may still be losing my mind

 

Day 282

2023:
Full O’s: 0
Ruined O’s: 3
Caged O’s: 1
P-spot O’s: 2
Non-contact O’s: 2
Erections: 8
Time out of cage: 6 hours 50 mins.
Time in Vagina: 25 seconds over two occasions.
Last full orgasm: 19th June 2022

Thought of the day.

I was just looking at my garden inspecting the raised bedding I built a few years ago. There’s a few weeds that will need removing soon, some plants that I have no idea whether are dead or alive. Thinking about how I may shift things around in the summer to make it more impactful.

I remember sketching the design out before I built it. Exactly where I would place things, how I thought the completed areas should look.

My wife looked at my design but never thought much of it. She was happy for me to do the necessary building work, but adding the flair, that’s where she would come in. The ornaments, the rock placements, the planters… she would decide how that would look. We spent a good few hours shifting things around, and as total novices, putting different plants in varying of locations until it looked just right. Just how she wanted it.

I laughed to myself. She saw. She didn’t understand what I thought was so funny, not until I showed her the original sketch I had made… she had perfectly created the exact idea I had drawn out.

Why is this relevant? It’s probably not. I just think it reflects our chastity journey. Where we are now is exactly the dream I had initially, she just needed to change things up, see what worked, tinker until she was happy. Same conclusion, different paths.

 

Day 283

2023:
Full O’s: 0
Ruined O’s: 3
Caged O’s: 1
P-spot O’s: 2
Non-contact O’s: 2
Erections: 8
Time out of cage: 6 hours 50 mins.
Time in Vagina: 25 seconds over two occasions.
Last full orgasm: 19th June 2022

Thought of the day

A few years ago my wife would quite happily grope me, quite randomly throughout the day. Sometimes, this would be more than a little grope, a full on stroking until I was set to burst.
I would feel a little disappointed with these exchanges later in the evening if they didn’t come to fruition.

Yesterday, I realised that this has stopped. She no longer just gropes me. Maybe the cage has less appeal to her. Instead she likes to squeeze my ass. Sometimes, she takes this further and really gets in between… anyway.

Which made me question why she does it?
I always thought she liked to play with me during the day as she enjoyed it. Perhaps now I’m considering that it was always for me, just to tease me. Or perhaps, she does… she genuinely likes to give me pleasure in other ways. Maybe she really does enjoy my anal play…
Maybe it’s a mix of all things.

I could ask, but I doubt I would get a substantial answer.