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On a recent post, Collaredmichael commented the following:

Do you find the perverse desire not to [cum] -in order to continue your streak of days without? It is something I seem to be experiencing – I want to cum but I don’t want to cum.

Short answer: I used to get this feeling, but not so much anymore.

I think, at one time, I felt the desire to keep pushing my denial farther and farther. Thinking about it now, it wasn’t so much of a desire to keep pushing it for a deeper intensity; it was more of an attempt to keep the sexual connection between ML and me. Since things have gotten much more healthier between ML and me in a sexual sense, I feel no desire to force it along anymore.

That’s not to say the feeling went away completely after things got better between us. When we attempted the full year of orgasm denial, of course I wanted to keep going without cumming. But that was the point of the exercise: just how long can we go? I think ML and I found out the answer to that.

At this point, I want my orgasms to be fully controlled by ML. That means not trying to “help my denial along” by resisting an orgasm and pushing my denial further; I’m in a state of mind now where I really do want to cum, but whether I do or not depends on what she wants. It wasn’t easy for me to get to this place mentally, but the work (and play) that My Lady and I have done has helped us get here.

St writes:

I read a 3 year old post “The Ring’s the Thing”… and you mentioned that you switched back to the regular ring, because the anatomical one started to feel uncomfortable. I would love to read an update regarding this matter, please. I’m thinking of buying the Revenge, but i can’t decide which ring to choose.

Click here for the post that St is referring to.

It kinda surprised me when I found the anatomical ring to be less comfortable than the standard round one for the Revenge. I had heard good things about the anatomical ring from others, and also it’s designed specifically for comfort. So you’d think it would be the best choice, but it wasn’t for me.

But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t the best choice for everyone.

Stay with me…

Just like I wrote in this post about trying out the double ring, the comfort of the base ring is really up to the wearer. Some guys will find the anatomical ring to be a better fit than the standard one; some guys may feel better in an oval ring, while others stick with the round design. You really need to try it to see if it works for you. Just make sure you don’t end up forcing it just because someone else says it’s “the best.”

On the other hand, I do recommend getting the integrated lock option that is available on all of the Steelworxx designs!

I want to thank everyone for all of their love and support in response to my last post. It means a lot to me to know all of you out there are pulling for me. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get back to the chastity, orgasm denial, and the crazy horniness that goes along with it.

I don’t know if it was the stress of the new house prep combined with the health issues, but My Lady allowed me to have an orgasm before we moved in to the new house… it could have also been that she wanted me to fill her pussy up with cum, can’t really be sure. I’m not the type to question the reason why I’m allowed to have my first orgasm in about 3 months, I’ll just take it and run with it.

After that first cum, ML gave me a treat and had me masturbate next to her in bed. I can’t remember the last time I actually stroked myself to orgasm… that’s seriously not an exaggeration, it’s been so long that I can’t even guess when it last happened.

It was nice, but to be honest, it feels a LOT better when ML strokes me now… and it’s even better when I’m fucking her. Yep, her pussy is definitely the best!

So, um, yeah… not really sure how to approach this subject on a sex/chastity/orgasm denial blog, but I promised to be real and talk about everything, so….

I found out today that I’m sick. Not just “cough and cold” sick; I’m talking about “there’s a not-so-small chance I may end up needing an organ transplant” sick.

Yeah, no, seriously.

Now, don’t go freaking out – I did enough of that this afternoon for all of us put together. I haven’t even talked to my doctor yet, although I know enough about lab tests to understand the situation I’m in. It’s not really worth going into the details, except to say that:

  1. It’s serious.
  2. It needs to be addressed right away.
  3. I’m not dead yet. 🙂

That’s the thing… I’m not “symptomatic” sick, which is a blessing. I have a chance to handle this and, while not getting myself back to perfect health, keep myself at the decent level of health I’m currently at. Although, not being symptomatic keeps my horniness from not cumming for three months from going away… which is another blessing, I guess.

So, seriously… relax. I’m not going anywhere just yet. I’m still the horny, desperate, orgasm denied monkey I’ve been for the last few years. And My Lady and I are going to do everything we can to keep it that way.

For those who follow us on Twitter, you may have seen ML’s excitement over the arrival of the Revenge’s new lockset in the mail. Her excitement is pretty well justified – it’s been almost two years since I’ve worn the closed-style chastity cage. Although it doesn’t really matter how My Lady keeps me in chastity, it is always nice to have options. Also, it really is a beautiful device, very sexy and stylish.

ML didn’t waste time with getting my cock back in the Revenge – I’ll be wearing it for most (if not all) of the weekend. ML thought it would be best to have me wear it at home, just in case I needed to get used to it again. It’s not much of a different feeling compared to the Jailbird – both are stainless steel cages locked around my cock and balls, after all – but it is a different device than I’m used to wearing lately. Better to get acclimated while I’m at home than at work.

I said it’s not much different, but it is a different feeling: while my cock tends to bulge around the bars of the Jailbird when I get hard in the cage, the Revenge compresses me all around and gives no ground. It’s just a little bit more claustrophobic, a little bit more compete constriction.

I asked ML today if she feels any different about having me in the Revenge as opposed to the Jailbird, whether she likes me bulging out of the cage or being squeezed by the steel. She said that it is different: the Jailbird is more of a tease, letting me feel what I can’t have; the Revenge is about frustration, isolating me from what I truly need. She did say that she doesn’t really prefer one over the other, thoughl both give her control over my cock, just in different ways.

This weekend should be a very frustrating reintroduction to the Revenge. ML is excited to see and hear what it feels like when I get one of my strong “rooty” erections in the Revenge, and she is also interested in exploring her new love of caged sex with the smooth steel inside her pussy.

I get asked this a lot: what does it feel like to wear a chastity device? Does it always feel weird? Does it ever get comfortable? How is it possible to live a normal life when your cock and balls are locked into a steel cage?

Well, it’s sort of like any other new thing: it takes some getting used to, but it becomes normal after a while. It’s almost like a piece of jewelry that you need to get used to wearing… except that it’s padlocked to your junk.

I remember when ML and I first got married, I was very much aware of my wedding ring when I was wearing it. I’d play with it, fiddle with it, and I could feel it between my fingers. I wasn’t used to it, so it felt really weird. But now, after more than 13 years of marriage, wearing it is more normal to me than not wearing it is.

Obviously, I haven’t been wearing the chastity cage for 13 years (although, sometimes, it seems like it’s that long between erections!). But I have been wearing it for a decent amount of time – it’s getting close to 4 years of being in chastity, going to work wearing my device, sleeping with it on, etc. It’s part of my normal routine now.

In fact, it feels different now when I’m not wearing it rather than when I am. Now, I’m surprised when I reach down to adjust myself and I don’t feel the hard steel of the Jailbird. I’m reflexively careful when I wrestle or snuggle with the kids, automatically trying to avoid an awkward explanation. Sometimes I even surprise myself when I go to use the bathroom and I find myself uncaged, completely forgetting that My Lady had unlocked me earlier that day. I’m just so used to being in chastity for ML, I hardly ever give it a second thought.

That’s not to say that wearing the chastity cage is always as comfortable as can be. There are times when I get so hard and full in the cage that it’s almost painful. Sometimes I get woken up in the middle of the night by my cock fighting a losing battle against the steel bars locked around it, and the only way I can get back to sleep is by reading or playing games on my phone until my cock calms down.


See how badly I’m bulging against the bars in that pic… doesn’t look all that comfortable, does it? Honestly, it’s not… but it really is worth it. It’s worth the time getting used to it in order to wear the cage for My Lady, to be able to be locked and kept for her. It doesn’t start out natural, but it becomes natural.

A lot of readers/followers ask me how I manage not to cum immediately during sex when I’m being denied orgasm. It’s not that easy, and to be perfectly honest, I’m really not good at it at all. I’m not sure if it’s the denial that makes me more sensitive and ready, or if it’s just the fact that ML’s pussy feels that amazingly good; either way, I can’t manage more than five or six good thrusts before I need to stop.

It’s too bad it’s not as simple as looping a gif!

There are a couple of positions where I can kinda avoid cumming right away, but other than that, it happens VERY quickly. I’m really lucky that ML isn’t disappointed by my performance… in fact, she takes it as a compliment. As she should: either she’s doing a great job teasing me, or her pussy is doing a great job getting me off!

Sometimes, though, I wish that I could flick a switch and not be so “hair-triggered.” There are times where I know ML wants a good pounding, and I feel bad when I’m not able to provide. The other night, ML got me dunk enough where I couldn’t cum and she took advantage of it by using my cock hard… the only problem being that I can’t remember it! Although I’m glad she got her “fill” of my non-cumming cock, I wish I could remember what it was like.

When I’m being denied orgasm by My Lady, it isn’t hard for her to find ways to frustrate me. Having my cock locked in my steel Jailbird is an obvious place to start, and bringing me as close to orgasm as possible without giving me one is also extremely effective. I’ve been finding, though, that being edged is sort of a mini-tension release in itself – not as good as an orgasm, of course, but my body does “enjoy” it.

After being denied so often and edged as much as I have been, maybe I’ve found some sort of comfort in it. But ML always finds ways to keep my sexual tension level high. Nowadays, stopping short of edging seems to be even more frustrating than edges themselves.

I had the day off from work yesterday, and ML took advantage of the kid-less household to drive me a little crazy. She spent most of the morning keeping my dick hard, not allowing it to get soft for more than a few minutes at a time. Even when she had to run out for an errand, she left me with instructions to keep myself hard while she was gone. She didn’t edge me once the entire morning, and it wasn’t long before I was going crazy. My cock was an aching, dripping mess in my underwear, and My Lady enjoyed watching me suffer through every minute of it.

After a rough week at work, I was very much looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. Will I have the relaxation I was hoping for? Or will ML see exactly how effective this new form of frustration can be?

ML’s last post was about the search for balance. Recently, I’ve been wanting to search for something else: intensity.

Don’t get me wrong at all – our sex life is pretty damn intense as it is. In fact, ML and I often joke about how, when other guys say that they wish they could be as lucky as I am, that they might have second thoughts once they realize just how passionate My Lady is when it comes to dominating me. Sometimes it’s a miracle that I can handle it!

So, there’s no shortage of awesome sex in our household. But there are certain things that I miss, particularly about when we first started our “rekindling.” Some examples:

– squirting: ML’s ability to squirt is still pretty impressive, but there were times where ML’s pussy would squirt like a fountain and soak the seat of my car on our date nights.

– ML’s spontaneous orgasms: I remember making eye contact with ML from across the room and watching her as she made herself cum without touching her pussy or anything, just using her imagination to get herself off. I was so turned on by that… and jealous, too!

ML and I talked about these things the other night, and we realized that yes, those were very intense times for our relationship. Things were new, fun, and exciting… dare I say, could it be that things have gotten… STALE?

Okay, it’s not THAT bad… sex with ML is still pretty fucking amazing. But yeah, things are less intense than they were.

After some more talking (communication, people, it works, hehe), we realized what has changed: we aren’t doing the “little lovey” things we used to do. Things like leave each other tiny love notes here and there, the “non-sexual” hugs and kisses (that eventually lead to sex, but weren’t intended for that), and other tiny gestures that feed the emotional connection of our marriage.

You see, My Lady has an interesting mental/physical connection – when she feels emotionally in tune with me, she gets really really horny… and unbelievably wet. Like, seriously, it’s like a flood in her panties. And it’s this connection that leads to those intense moments. So, we’ve decided to try to bring those feelings and those moments back… not just for more squirting and orgasms-on-demand, but because our marriage and our love truly flourishes when we focus on those things.

Of course, those other pussy-related results would be great perks, as well. 🙂

So, My Lady and I are buying a house.

Trust me, we are surprised as to how quickly it happened, too!

ML and I have been “window shopping” for houses for a little while, fantasizing about setting up our own little playroom in an extra bedroom. But we weren’t getting all that deep into it just yet. We were eyeing a house here and there, but there weren’t many that were all that interesting… and the ones that were kept getting sold before we could even go and see them!

And so it went until yesterday, when we lined up a few houses to go see with our real estate agent. The first two were nothing special, but the last one we saw had that “feeling” to it – I remember standing in the kitchen and thinking to myself, “Yeah, I could totally live here.” On the way back home, ML and I decided to put an offer in on the house.

ML called our agent when we got in the door; she had bad news – the sellers had gotten an offer that morning and had already sent out a counter offer! I mean, seriously… does everyone just automatically want what we want?

So, missed out again, right?

Oh no… not this time.

ML and I decided that we wanted this house. So we said, “screw that ‘counter offer’ noise, we’re buying this house.” We called the real estate agent back and told her to put in an offer – hey, if it ain’t sold yet, it ain’t sold!

We knew it was a race against time – if the other buyer accepted the counter offer, it didn’t matter if we offered the moon. We weren’t going to get into a bidding war, however – if they countered our offer, we were ready to walk away. So we put our offer in, and waited…

… we waited about five minutes before we got a call back.

Offer accepted!

That wasn’t the only deal that went down yesterday: during our celebratory sex, I really wanted to cum. So ML said she’d allow me to, but my next orgasm would have to be in our new house. Of course, I took the deal.

According to our signed offer, closing is in 60 days…