Today makes a total of five weeks that I have worn my chastity cage nonstop, 24/7. Five long weeks of not being able to fully get hard or erect, instead pushing and bulging against the steel in futile attempts at full arousal. I’m not going to break that down into days or hours or anything like that, because “five weeks” should illustrate how long it’s been without having to go deeper into it.

Seriously, though…. FIVE WEEKS! Most guys find it difficult to go one week without even jerking off, and I haven’t even been able to get my dick hard for five times that! It really seems almost ridiculous when I say it out loud.

Before this, my longest time of wearing the Jailbird 24/7 was a little bit over three weeks, and I remember feeling my skin on my cock stretch out for the first time… it almost hurt, it had been so long. This time around, I’m almost doubling the amount of time between erections… how much more is this going to hurt when I finally get fully hard?

Five fucking weeks… actually, I should say five “no-fucking” weeks, because that’s what it’s been. Five weeks since I’ve been able to feel My Lady’s pussy on my cock, her mouth or hands on me stroking me up and down… it’s been waaaaaay too long now. Not for her, of course; she’s been getting all of the sex she wants. Whether it’s my tongue, my fingers, or one of our toys when she really needs her pussy filled… she is having all of her needs attended to, while I get more and more desperate every day.

I don’t know if it’s just me noticing it more or if it’s true, but our Twitter timeline seems to be filled with pics and videos of couples fucking. Every day I’m bombarded by images of hard cocks thrusting deep into wet pussies, and all I wish for is being able to see my own do the same with My Lady. I will admit that part of me finds the “pseudo-cuckold” aspect of it all very hot – forced to see all of these people easily getting to do the one thing I can’t, no matter how badly I want to. And don’t even get me started on the gut punches that come in the form of cumshots; I’m way past the realm of fantasizing of having an orgasm any time soon. I just want to be able to get hard….

Next week is Thanksgiving, which is the earliest deadline ML has put on my current 24/7 lockup period; I’ve known for a while that I wouldn’t be getting out before then. I think it was this past weekend where I truly hit the point where I just wanted out, and it’s only gotten worse as the week progressed. I think I would seriously, honestly do anything just to be unlocked right about now, it’s that bad. But it’s not over yet…and, depending on ML’s mood, it might not even be close to being over.

There once was a man who was unable to have an erection. It wasn’t for a lack of trying or ability; rather, it was for lack of opportunity. You see, this man could not get his dick hard because there was a steel cage locked around his penis at all times.

This steel cage prevented any and all erections, even the most intense and most frantic of them. No matter how strongly out how often he was sexually aroused – which was very strongly and extremely often, thanks to his beautiful and sexy dominating wife – he was not able to have a full and complete erection.

Oh, there were plenty of attempts: any time his wife would tease or tempt him with words or actions, his penis would try as much as it could to get hard. The steel cage would only allow the slightest growth, however, before squeezing back and holding him fast. He would be left throbbing in his cage, desperate for the littlest experience of sexuality, the most basic sexual ability that nearly almost ask men enjoyed but he was denied.

Orgasms were completely out of the question – unable to even get a hardon, orgasms were nowhere near the realm of possibilities. His focus wasn’t on his orgasms, despite the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he had one. His desire was centered completely around his penis, the need to get hard, and the denial of the chance to do so.

Why on Earth would the woman want to keep her husband’s penis locked in a metal cage? Not only would it be impossible for him to get a full erection, but it would also render his penis inaccessible to her. Lucky for her, the man was very talented at pleasing his wife by other means, ways that did not involve the use of his penis. Not only that, but the woman also get pleasure from the sheer power and control she felt when her husband was desperate for an erection, but could not have one because she was keeping him locked.

The man had nobody to blame but himself, for it was him who asked his wife to use the chastity cage in the first place. It was also him that suggested the lengthy bit of chastity that he was now forced to endure. “Surely,” he thought, “she will not be able to keep me locked up very much longer than we’ve done in the past… she had difficulty reaching 3 weeks in earlier attempts.” But three weeks came and went, with no sign of wavering or weakening from his wife.

And, at four weeks, it was the same: not only was his wife happy keeping her husband in constant chastity, she was enthused by his frustration to continue even further.

This was like nothing he has ever experienced before. His penis felt as if it were constantly crying out to him for just a moment of freedom, just a second of time to experience the full arousal that has already been denied for so long. But he could do nothing about it, except wait and suffer.

His wife joked around as the days went by, contemplating pushing him farther and farther. How long would this go on? “I”m not even sure,” she replied. “We’ll just have to see.”

And so he waited. He waited for the erection he so desperately wanted and needed, with no idea of when the ordeal would end. He would eventually be able to get fully hard, but only when his wife would allow it. It would have to be soon, it couldn’t go on forever.

At least, that’s what he told himself…

November has finally come, and “Locktober” is officially over. For me, however, my extended period of 24/7 chastity still continues…

Today marks 3 weeks since my Jailbird chastity device was locked onto my cock, and if all goes according to ML’s plan it will be at least another 3 weeks until it comes off. I say “at least” because you never can really tell with My Lady anymore – she very well could be waiting until Christmas, New Years, or even Valentine’s Day to unlock me. This uncertainty makes it difficult for me to anticipate just how much longer I have left to go this time around, so I’ve pretty much resigned myself to being locked until whenever ML decides to take me out…. I’ve accepted that it could be weeks or even months until I have another full erection.

It’s very difficult to think about the fact that I won’t be having a full erection for at least another month, and perhaps even more, especially after having gone almost a month without one already. I get frustrated enough not getting to cum for a couple months, but this is a whole new level. Forget being denied the pleasure of an orgasm, I’m being denied the experience of basic physical sexual arousal. Out of necessity, my body has begun to express its arousal in other ways – I’ve been having more and more “bodygasms” as the weeks have gone on, which makes sense now that every other avenue of sexual arousal is rigidly controlled by My Lady.

The thing that surprises me the most is that ML doesn’t seem to be wavering as badly as she has before. Three weeks is close to my longest 24/7 lockup period (to be honest, I’m not exactly sure what length of time is my longest, but I’m pretty sure a new personal best will be set very soon). Although her horniness has been increasing over the last few days or so, and she has been getting quite sexually aggressive with me, her need of PIV-sex specifically doesn’t seem very strong at the moment; I’m 100% sure I want it WAY much more than she does right now. I have no doubt imagining her having no problems with keeping me locked in this cage for another month.

We’ve all heard the term “trophy wife” before… You know, the eye candy guys wear on their arm showing off the hot wife they have or whatever that’s about. Well I’d like to take a minute to talk about why I feel like I have a “Trophy Husband.” I’m not referring to the fact that I think he’s hot ass hell or has a sexy body or even a big dick… I’m referring to the fact that he’s an amazing man and husband. 

I’m a challenging wife. I’m controlling and dominant, I’m hurting and broken, I’m complicated and confusing, I’m funny and exciting and it takes a very strong man to be my partner and husband. My husband is my trophy husband because I won when God brought him into my life. When I’m physically hurting, he gets it, he helps and tries his best to make me rest. He rubs my back or hip or whatever and tries to make it feel better. When I’m depressed he doesn’t try to fix it but rather asks questions just to listen. On the flip side of all that, when I’m feeling horny he’s there to satisfy my needs. If I’m feeling devious or want to take out frustration, he’s there to take what I’m looking to give. If I’m feeling vulnerable and scared he reassures me and let’s me know the he is mine and no one else’s. If I’m feeling weak and in need of that powerful in-control feeling he offers himself for me to completely control. 

I don’t feel like eye candy should be the definition of a Trophy spouse… I feel like someone who is willing to give their all to their partner and complimenting their needs and wants and desires is the true trophy and that’s what we should be so willing to show off. Cagedmonkey truly is my trophy husband and I love “wearing him on my arm and showing him off.” 

It’s almost two weeks since my cock has been able to get fully hard, but it’s definitely not due to lack of trying. On the contrary, my caged erections have been worse than usual. This could be due to the supercharging of my horniness after this past weekend, or if it’s just the knowledge that it’s going to be much longer until I’m finally unlocked. In fact, now that I think about it, the time I still have left ahead of me is probably longer than I’ve ever been locked 24/7 before…

How do I get into these types of situations?

You’d think that I would learn my lesson after going almost a year with no orgasms that when I suggest something extreme to ML, she’s not going to take it lightly. Did I think that when the idea of locking my cock up for two months straight came up, that she would go easy on me and give me a few hours out of the cage when I really needed it?

Of course not.

So I’m stuck fighting through the rest of this month and most of next (at least) until I can have the pleasure of a full erection. Forget feeling my wife’s warm wet pussy* on my cock (although, that would be fucking GREAT right about now), it’ll be nice to finally not have to feel my cock being squeezed by steel every single time I think about something even the slightest bit sexual.

I must be having sexual dreams on a pretty regular basis, because three times this week I’ve woken up at 3am with an extremely full and painful cage. It’s so severe that I’m forced to lay on my back, which is not my usual sleeping position (I’m used to sleeping on my stomach… of course, lol). I try to get my mind off of it, but the constant throbbing caused by the tightness of the cage makes that impossible. It usually ends up taking 45 minutes to an hour just for me to soften up enough so there’s even a small chance of me getting back to sleep.

It’s really a dilemma with no solution: I can’t just decide to not have sex dreams (especially when I’m so damn horny after being denied so long), and it’s not like ML is going to suddenly discover her compassionate side and unlock me any time soon. In fact, the more she sees me struggle with this, the more likely she is to enjoy the feeling of control she has and decide to push me even further past Thanksgiving…. Christmas, maybe?

Or… have I already had my last full erection of the year, and I don’t know it yet?

*I was going to use “tight” as an adjective here, also, as I thought, “Man, after two months of not having my cock inside her, she is going to be soooooo fucking tight!” Then, I remembered Adam… sigh….*

This weekend was the first time in quite a while that CM and I were able to get some overnight alone time. Grandma hasn’t taken the kids overnight in a few months due to how demanding Football season is. So, this weekend she asked to take them and do fun stuff like the pumpkin patch and apple orchard and all that so CM and I were like hellz yeah lady, take them! We have, very much, needed some adult time together in a quiet house so we took her up on the offer immediately!

The kids went off to Grandma’s at about 5pm on Saturday, which happened to be a munch night so Yay, free babysitter for that! This particular night at munch was small and quiet and we had a newbie come and it was refreshing to meet another male Dom who has his head on straight… or a little kinky, actually! Before we left to go to munch I made hubby move around the furniture in the living room and vacuum so he could get out the steel Bitch Tamer stockade and the fucking machine. After munch we grabbed a coffee – I knew we had a longer night than usual ahead of us and headed home.

I knew I was planning to have him locked in the stockade a lot longer than I ever have. That night was about pushing him slightly farther than I have in the past. I think, each time we play, we push limits just a little bit to see just where the line is. If you’ve been following our blog long enough you know CM has has some elbow trouble and his time in the stockade has sometimes been limited, especially when he’s locked in it on all fours for a lengthy period of time. The longest he’s spent locked, wrist and ankles, was about an hour… Saturday night I more than doubled that. So I chose to leave the locking collar piece and his wrist unlocked so he would be able to bend his elbow as needed and withstand the much longer time being used and tortured in it. Recently I purchased a couple new additions to our stockade, as well. One of them being a wand holder so that I can use my hands for other things while the wand relentlessly stimulates his locked cock.

Once we got the wand situated in the holder and positioned correctly, he was locked at the ankles with his hips against a very high waist pad. I began gathering a few things I was looking forward to using, things like the bamboo cane, my gorgeous blue paddle, and the prostate massager. Not to mention I enjoyed using my nails on his body. At first I gathered a few thin bamboo canes together in a bunch and rubber banded them and used that to tap, tap, tap his ass to give him a warm up… mostly because I couldn’t find my flogger! Every so often I would give him a good whack and then give him a little time to feel it before giving him another. Once his ass was marked fairly well I would take my nails and run them across his cheeks giving him that extra burning feeling.

Once I felt like giving him a break from reddening his ass I got out the prostate massager and decided it was time for him to get a good milking. After all, I have no idea when he last came and it had been almost 10 days since he’d even gotten a proper boner. The fact that he was in the doggy style stockade with the wand positioned behind his balls on his prostate was a huge bonus. I inserted, in probably a not so gentle way, the prostate massager and started to work with the wand vibrating from below. It certainly didn’t take long for the drops of milky fluid to start dripping from his caged cock. It was so awesome seeing those big drips one after the other as he whimpered and moaned and had these fantastic reactions to how I was moving the massager against his prostate. Twisting, turning and slightly in and out just milking away at what has been built up inside for so long. It was really great, it made me happy and I giggled watching it. When I was done milking him I got out my blue paddle and gave him a few good whacks just to make sure he would be feeling it the next day and I love seeing those rosy red cheeks! I didnt spend too much time on the blue paddle because, to be honest, it’s hefty paddle and it does it’s job in a few swings.

I can remember feeling very turned on by everything and hearing him making all those noises as I paddled him and milked him and my pussy was very wet. I figured the only thing to do was to bend over in front of him and shove my ass and pussy in his face to clean it up. I mean he had nothing else better to do while locked in the stockade but whatever I wanted, right? I just love making him be all dirty for me while I rub my juicy wetness all over his face. He was soaked from forehead to chin. hehe I got so turned on by using his face, I straddled him in the stockade and used the small of his back to cum on him. Sometimes using him as just a thing to get off on is powerful.

I ended up having him in the stockade for over 2 hours continuously doing a variety of things to him. It was a pretty intense night and I am pretty sure we both enjoyed it very much. Afterwards we talked about some ways to randomize some stuff and kinda make it worse and ways I could keep him there longer by automation so I wouldnt get too terribly worn out after hours of tormenting him. But thats stuff for another post, I’m sure.

We also managed to get a little play time in Sunday morning while I used the machine to cuckold him in a way. I mean he’s all locked up and I couldnt have his cock and the machine was out so I might as well have used it. It was an interesting thing having him under me licking my clit while the machine fucked me from behind… I know he felt a little humiliated – in a good way! 🙂

In my last post, I wondered aloud whether or not my long lockup period had already begun without my knowledge. ML’s response to this was, “I don’t know, maybe it has! I hadn’t really thought about it too much yet…”

It’s a little startling to realize how easy it has become for My Lady to keep me locked in my chastity cage for a week straight, but that is where four years of chastity has brought us to.

It turns out that did get at least one more chance to feel ML’s pussy before my cock is locked away for more than a month. ML and I had date night last night, and afterwards we attended a “play party” with some friends. We couldn’t stay long so we didn’t have a chance to play ourselves, but we came home pretty turned on. Lucky for me, My Lady was in the mood for sex, and she didn’t want a toy; she wanted the real thing.

ML used my cock along with her wand to give herself a few good orgasms before bed (none for me, of course). She was nice enough to allow me to sleep uncaged, which was a nice surprise. In the morning, she took the opportunity to give me a little bit of a tease to start my day.

She’s left me uncaged for the day today so far, which makes me wonder if she’ll be teasing me tonight or throughout the day… or both. It’s actually a tough day for me, because I’m seeing all of the things I’m going to miss when I’m locked up next week.

The extended lockup period that ML and I have been planning is looming on the horizon. Next Friday is our chastity anniversary, at which point My Lady plans to keep my cock locked in chastity 24/7 for the next six weeks at least. Although, at this point, I can’t really even be sure if it hasn’t already begun – my chastity cage hasn’t come off since my last post at the beginning of the month. Perhaps ML has been planning a true Locktober Plus this whole time and didn’t tell me.

She is certainly capable of such levels of deviousness.

Preparing for the long lockup has already begun: this morning, ML had me locate Adam from our toy storage so he will be at the ready when she needs him. She needs to reacquaint herself with his size and feel before she will be ready to use him during my time in chastity.

I was hoping to have one last feel of ML’s pussy on my cock before being locked in chastity for the long haul, but Adam’s presence makes me wonder if I’ve already had my last chance for a while and I didn’t even know it.

Your fingertips tickle the bottom of my cock as it bobs in the air, searching for any type of sensation that will bring it over the edge. But you are fully in control, and you won’t give my cock the touches that it so desperately needs.

I am kneeling on the floor at the corner of the bed. You have tied my ankles together behind the foot of the bed and my wrists to the post above my head. You have also secured my chest to the post, and in my position I am unable to move or thrust my hips in any meaningful way. I am totally at your mercy, and you have spent the last hour or so enjoying it by relentlessly teasing me and edging me. Each time you touch my cock, my body shudders in anticipation and hope that you will finally make me cum. I have been dangling on the edge of orgasm for too long, and I only wish that there was something I could do to bring this torture to an end.

Every touch is a surprise due to the blindfold you have put over my eyes, keeping my senses in complete darkness. Your teasing fingers on my nipples make me gasp and my cock surges even harder, perhaps jealous of the attention my sensitive nipples are receiving. You have been kissing and licking my entire body, and I moan loudly each time your soft warm tongue touches my skin.

Your hands and lips leave my body, and quiet descends upon the room. Did you leave me here to stew in my own horniness? It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done that. I didn’t hear you walk away, but I was breathing so heavy it would have been easy to miss.

Moments pass as my cock continues to throb in time with my heartbeat. Your teasing was so intense this time, barely giving me a moment in between edges for almost the entire time I’ve been tied here. Even in this moment of peace, I feel the incredible desire for an orgasm burning inside me.

I hear your footsteps as you walk back into the room. I feel you move in front of me, and suddenly your warm wet mouth surrounds my cock, sucking in the head with your tongue swirling around. I moan and I try to thrust forward, but the ropes hold me back. Your lips tighten around my shaft as you slowly pull your mouth back to the tip of my cock and slide forward again. As my cock sinks deeper into your mouth, I hear you whisper in my ear, “How does that feel, darling?”

“Wonderful, ma’am,” I reply, as…… wait…. what???

How are you whispering in my ear when my cock is in your mouth?!?!?!?

You chuckle; pretty much reading my mind, you say, “That’s right, darling, that’s someone else’s mouth on your cock right now. Once the shock settles in, I’m sure you’ll start wondering just who it could be….”

Of course, you are right – who could this possibly be? It’s hard to keep my thoughts straight as the tongue teases my poor defenseless cockhead. I try to wiggle free of the tickling, but I cannot.

“Hmmmm, who could possibly be sucking your big fat cock for me right now?”

It’s obviously someone we know, you wouldn’t allow this with anyone you didn’t fully trust. And it seems as though it’s someone who is well aware of my denial state, as they are trying to avoid pushing me too close to cumming.

“Here’s the fun part, darling – I am not going to give you any hints at all. I want you to be completely clueless as to who this is right now. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just a mouth – a mouth that I am using to tease the fuck out of you and blow your mind.”

Well, it’s definitely working. My mind is being pulled in what feels like fifteen different directions, but I very quickly start to associate the blowjob with the fact that this is YOU doing this to me. It may be another person physically touching me, but this is your plan, your teasing. The blowjob is just a conduit for you to tease me in ways I would almost never expect, and it’s making the tease even worse than it was before.

“So, here’s what I want,” you say. “I want to see just how bad my earlier teasing was for you to endure. I want to see just how badly you need to cum. In order to do that, I’m going to allow you to cum right now… but only if you want to.”

Ummm, why wouldn’t I want to?

“I want to see if I’ve made you so desperate to cum that you are willing to cum in a stranger’s mouth without even knowing who it is.”

Oh God…. my chest gets tight and I can’t breathe for a moment. What am I supposed to do?

“And don’t worry about me being upset. I put you in this position on purpose, this is what I want. If you want to cum that badly, I won’t be angry. In fact, it’s really MY fault for making you that desperate in the first place.”

Fuck, I can’t breathe.

“Think about it, though….  you must be so badly teased and needy and desperate to even be considering cumming in someone’s mouth without knowing a thing about them. Who they are, what they look like… you don’t have a clue, and this person is going to find out what your cum tastes like.”

You’re right…. after all of these surprises, now I honestly have no clue who it could be.

“It could be someone from the neighborhood, it could be someone you know from work…….”

Do I really need to cum this badly?

“Hell, I never even said it was a woman….”

WHAT????????????????????

“That’s right, darling…. I think I’ve made it clear – you don’t know a thing about this person. Like I said, it’s just a mouth. A warm, wet mouth that is willing to accept your load of cum. Are you that horribly desperate that you are willing to cum like this, in what is pretty much just a hole? You’d have to be almost dying of need to say yes to that….”

You’re right, I would…. “someone” is going to make me cum with their mouth. Am I that desperate to not care about who it is, or even what it is, just that I’m going to cum? Is that the only detail that matters to me at this moment?

“I’ll tell you one thing, though, this person is very good at following instructions; I can tell that they have been keeping you close to the edge this whole time without making you cum…. isn’t that right?”

You are driving me insane with the level of control you have over me right now.

“Such a slutty little cocksucker, too, ass is all pointed up in the air… so naughty.” I hear a smack and the mouth on my cock lurches forward. The person sucking my cock moans from your spank, and it vibrates my cock. I can’t help but shudder in response to the added stimulation.

“You really should see this… Oh, sorry darling, you can’t. You’ll just have to imagine it…”

Godddddddd, what the fuck do I do????

“Remember, darling, I wouldn’t put you in any position I wouldn’t want you in. I want this. I want you to be so bad off that you are willing to do this, because that means I made you that way. I teased you so badly that you just need to fucking cum and you don’t care how. So, what will it be darling? Do you want to cum for me?”

To say yes, it would mean than an orgasm is the most important thing in the world to me right now. I have want to cum so badly that I am willing to put aside anything else – no cares about who, what, when, where or how, and just cum. I’m scared to admit it….

“Yes,” I whimper.

“What was that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So just to be clear: I’ve turned you into such a cum-needy slut that you are willing to cum in this stranger’s mouth right here, regardless of who it could be? Have I tortured you that badly and made you THAT fucking horny?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Okay, then…. make him cum.”

I swear I can hear a devious smile in your voice, but I am quickly distracted by the increasing pace of the mouth moving up and down my cock. God, can I really do this? Can I really cum into the mouth of a stranger? The mouth is so warm and wet, and I need an orgasm so badly. Should I stop this? Am I having second thoughts?

No…. I want this. Actually, I’m beyond want… I need this. You’ve driven me insane and all I care about is cumming right now….

A few milliseconds before my mind blowing orgasm begins, the mouth releases my cock removes all sensation. I cry out in frustration as I hang on the edge of cumming. Seconds pass as I fight the impending ruined orgasm, which I know will be even more frustrating than all of the edges before it. I try and try to hold back, squeezing and grinding my teeth, trying as hard as I can to hold onto the orgasm I so badly want to experience in full….

I can only hold back for so long, and I’m beginning to lose my grip…

Just before I feel like I might have a handle on it, the tongue gives the undershaft of my cock one quick lick from base to tip. That does it – I lose my focus and I topple roughly over the edge. My cock pulses and throbs in the air, experiencing a ruined orgasm so frustrating that it’s almost painful. I’m nearly crying as I feel the pleasure of the orgasm slipping away.

“See?” you say, laughing. “Like I said – VERY good at following instructions.”

I can feel the cum dribbling out of my cock and down the shaft of my cock, almost like tears of frustration in defeat.

“I did say that they were going to taste your cum, though….”

Suddenly, the mouth is back on my cock, sucking hard and vacuuming the cum out from inside of me. It’s almost like post-orgasm torture, and I cry out as I try to escape with absolutely no success. I just have to endure it until you allow it to stop.

Thankfully, the post-orgasm torture only lasts for a few seconds before the mouth leaves my cock. I hear the two of you moving and getting ready to leave the room, but first you whisper in my ear, “That’s my good boy.” I can’t help but smile.

As you move to the door, I call out to you, “Ma’am? Who was it?”

“You’ll never know.”

October is a popular month among chastity enthusiasts for celebrating their fetish. We didn’t exactly plan it out that way, but ML and I will be doing something special during October, also. It won’t be a full “Locktober” for me, as I will get about a two week stay on my sentence, but I will definitely make up that time on the back end and more.

ML and I have been considering trying another extended 24/7 chastity period, and we are going to give it another try. We’ve found it difficult to get past the month-ish mark in the past, but we really want to push it this time around.

Starting on October 13th (our “chastity anniversary”), I will wear my cock cage 24/7, day and night, all the time until Thanksgiving at the earliest. Yes… “at the earliest.” At Thanksgiving, we will take stock of things and see if we want to try to make it to Christmas at that point. So, very soon I will be going without a full erection from somewhere between 6 and 10 weeks.

Writing that it actually makes me realize just how insane I must be for wanting this.

We always run into two problems when we try to do extended 24/7 lockups: 

  1. I start to feel a little disconnected with my cock locked away for so long, I start needing more sexual attention.
  2. ML starts to miss the feeling of having her pussy filled up by my big fat cock… Those are her words, not mine, but who am I to argue?

So we’ve worked out a plan to address these problems as well as we can.

First, we are going to use toys more often in order to satisfy ML’s need for penetration; “Adam” is more than capable of filling in for my cock in that capacity. And for those times that ML wants to feel me between her legs as I fuck her, we either the Rode-Oh underwear or the strap on harness that I can use.

As far as my needs go, it’s not so easy to get me the sexual attention I need with my cock locked away in steel… but not impossible. We just need to do it in other ways. And, by process of elimination, a lot of that will involve doing various things to my ass.

I’m interested to see how intense my submissive feelings get when the only sex I can have involves my ass. When my cock is taken out of the equation and the only sexual pleasure I receive is through plugging/milking/pegging/etc., how deep will my acceptance of my role go? Will I begin to look forward to it, ask for it, beg for it, even want it? I’m honestly don’t know.

I really hope we can go the distance this time. I’m not really sure whether I mean I want to make it to Christmas when I say that, but I guess we will find it when we are at that point.