2 weeks down, 9 to go. This being only my second period of full denial I’m not really sure what to expect as the time goes on. I’ve already started to experience the same “side effects” as the last one; an increase in leaking, that sore feeling in my prostate getting more and more pronounced (I’m still not even sure if that’s real or psychological) and the occasional moment of doubt. I’m guessing it’s going to be worse than the last time given that I’m going to have to go almost 3x longer, I’m just not sure how much worse or if there will eventually be a plateau. My wife has upped her game of enjoying my discomfort a bit this week as well as well. I had a doctors appointment, nothing big just a one month follow up for a new med. I’ve always been unlocked for doctors but still we’ve made it a habit of me asking her since I usually have to unlock myself. When I got the reminder text I did as I always do and asked if I could unlock for it and waited for her to say yes. Except this time she didn’t. She said “I’ll think about it, text me before you’re leaving”. The following day as I was getting ready I sent her the text asking to unlock and she replied “No, go caged. Call me after and let me know what the doc says. I love you.” Initially I found it hot that she would say that but it quickly gave way to feeling nervous. This was a simple follow up so the chances of my having to be examined, especially in that area of my body, were astronomically low. Still, the drive there and sitting in that exam room were uncomfortable to say the least. I called her and we talked about the appointment and then she asked what it was like going caged. I told her about that brief moment of excitement that gave way to dread. She said “good, it wasn’t meant to be exciting it was meant to be nerve wracking”. Again, there was no real danger of the doctor seeing the cage and she knew that but she also knew it would mess with my head. She’s headed out with some of the girls tonight so I don’t know if we’ll get any intimate time together but I’m really hoping we do. Even though it still makes zero sense to me physical contact with her makes me feel a little better and somehow provides a little relief, at least in the moment. Of course I know it’ll just make things worse eventually but that seems to be the cycle for me. Frustration, momentary relief that builds even more frustration, and repeat. She’s my drug. Also I’m thinking she deserves a little retribution for the whole doctor thing, so some swats to her ass may be in order. That would definitely make me feel better.