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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.

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.

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….*

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.

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.”

Yesterday afternoon, after a nice quick bout of doggy style sex (which I was not allowed to cum during), ML locked me up in the Revenge before sending me off to work.

I’m not sure if it’s just the fact that I don’t wear it very often, but there is something very sexy about this device – my cock locked away, almost entirely encased in steel. I don’t even get the cursory brushes with clothing or ML’s teasing touches through the bars, just the cold hardness of my chastity cage.

As I said, I haven’t spent a whole lot of time wearing the Revenge for one reason or another – at one point, the integrated lock mechanism was broken and we were waiting for a replacement. But, if things go according to plan, that should be changing. The “plan” involves acclimating myself to the Revenge, testing to see how long I can safely wear the device, and possibly trying to extend that time period.

Wearing the Revenge is very much like starting over from scratch: I really need to take it slow and not go for “too much, too soon.” The closed-style of the Revenge differs from the open-style Jailbird in a number of ways, with comfort and hygiene being the two most notable contrasts. I haven’t had much problem with comfort in the past, but hygiene can be challenging when using a closed-style device for long term wear.

With that said… My Lady really wants to try locking my cock in a full steel device for a good amount of time, just to see how crazy and desperate I get for any type of stimulation (I’ll admit, I’m very interested in it, too). So we are going to treat it like we did from the beginning: small steps leading to big steps.

I’m going to wear the Revenge for a week only at first, doing my best to give it a good flush with the showerhead every night before bed in order to keep it clean and avoid any skin reactions. After a week, ML will take me out and “inspect the goods.” If all is good, we will try to do two weeks with the same cleaning routine. If everything is okay after two weeks, we will move on to… hopefully not much longer than two weeks.   🙂

Basically, we want to see where my tolerance limit is, if there is any at all. When we find it, we will know what we have to work with. And if we find there really is no tolerance limit… then ML will know she can keep me locked in the for as long as she wants. I’m not 100% sure which one I’m rooting for…

My Lady gave me a wonderful birthday present this weekend – I fucked her nice and hard from behind and was allowed to cum deep inside her pussy. It was a really great orgasm and I made sure to get as much pleasure out of it as I could by continuing to thrust into her as my cock throbbed and pulsed inside her. If anything, this was the opposite of a ruined orgasm; I made sure it was as full and total as it could be.  🙂

It’s a good thing I enjoyed it, because it’s going to be a little bit of time before I even get close to feeling that again. Unbeknownst to me, My Lady had plans to keep my cock locked up for a nice extended period after my birthday – she says I will be locked up tight 24/7 until July 4th, at least.

Going until July 4th means I will be locked up for a month straight: no erections, no feeling her pussy on my cock, definitely no orgasms… just a month of steel-encased frustrated flesh. A month is longer than we’ve ever done 24/7 chastity before –  we usually make it to about 3 weeks-ish before ML misses my hard cock too much to wait any longer, but there’s no reason to think that she will have any mercy on me this time around. She has already denied me the chance to groom once more before being locked away, so I had to do my best shaving around the cage in order to get the job done.

I think I did a pretty good job. 🙂

The thing that gets me a little worried, though, is the “at least” part at the end. Could ML be thinking about keeping me locked up in chastity for longer than a month? She actually does enjoy feeling me inside her… can she go for that long without? If yes, how long can she wait? I honestly have no idea. The only thing I’m certain of is that my cock will begin to ache long before I’m unlocked. It’s going to be so long in between erections for me, I wouldn’t be surprised if it genuinely hurts when the skin stretches out for the first time in who knows how long!

P.S. My situation could be much worse than what it is now, to be honest: ML and I were talking a few weeks ago about trying out the Revenge again, but we haven’t unpacked any of our toys yet. How bad would it be to be fully enclosed in steel for a month, or even longer than that???

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.

I was asked this really great question recently so I thought I would take a minute to write here about it. I’m sure some of our readers who are in control would appreciate it. Then again, some of you in the submissive role may like to know this stuff too. 

“…doesn’t it make you feel bad sometimes when you deny your hubby for so so long? Do you ever feel guilty?”

There actually was a time, when we first started this whole chastity and longer term denial thing, that I would describe my feelings as guilt. Now that we are almost 4 years into this there are zero feelings of guilt. There doesn’t need to be any. 4 years ago my hubby asked me to take control of his sexual pleasure. He wanted me to be the one to decide if, when and how he would orgasm. I gladly accepted that role and took control over that pleasure for him. So why would I feel guilty about giving him something he wanted in the first place? That’s something us dominant types can forget sometimes… but when someone completely offers themselves to us we need to not feel guilty about accepting the responsibility.

Cagedmonkey naturally craves and needs to be controlled and I naturally crave and need to be in control. It makes us both feel fulfilled and content in our relationship and in our life. It fits us so well to accept these roles. 

So, in short, no I don’t feel bad or guilty about denying him orgasm or even keeping him locked in that steel cage and even controlling him to the point of when he gets a full erection. I love knowing that he is THAT controlled, down to something even HE can’t control! I love knowing he has a pretty constant reminder of me and the fact that I control him and he sexual organs and pleasure. It’s mine to enjoy, he gave me that. He offered me that gift and it’s one of the best things and shows such deep love and respect and, more importantly, trust. It makes me feel great, not guilty! 

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?