KeyheldHubby My Chastity Story - A Long Wait for a "Cumming" Result

This marks the beginning of what I hope will be a long series of updates. I became part of this community just yesterday. Here is an excerpt from my introductory message:

For roughly twelve months, I’ve been quietly observing different communities online, feeling increasingly drawn to having my wife of 26 years keep me in chastity for about two years. Only recently did I decide that this specific forum was the best fit because its members and conversations resonate most with what I want. My interest started a little over two years ago, but I began looking into it more seriously around that same time when I constructed my first device (being quite frugal and afraid to spend money on something I might not enjoy). That homemade version underwent numerous changes during its first year before finally settling into the comfortable fit I wear today.

It remained a closely guarded secret for a long time.

About four weeks ago, I revealed it to my wife—the lovely but traditionally minded woman who is the love of my life. She isn’t overly excited about this fetish, yet she doesn’t mind much either; perhaps “vanilla in the middle” describes her best. We’ve reached a stage where she holds onto my key (keeping it hidden away) while allowing me release roughly every three days for some fun. I absolutely enjoy performing oral sex on her and reassuring her that there’s no pressure to go further since she controls the access.

Around ten days prior, she asked what I desired for Christmas. Having done my homework and knowing all my dimensions from building my own device, I requested a JailBird from Mature Metal. I sent her all my measurements along with the link to their website. She confirmed that she has already placed the order for me. My strong hope is that it arrives before Christmas Eve so she can “gift” it to me on that day. The wait feels long, but in earlier emails, MM mentioned a significant backlog of orders (it seems I’m not alone!), and their skilled workers are busy catching up. Still, there’s reason for optimism.

Returning to my current homemade device: After studying various options online and trying to understand how they were assembled, I designed one myself. It is impressive what can be achieved using a polypropylene cutting board as the primary ring, plastic piping from Home Depot, nylon screws and nuts for alignment pins and spacers (also sourced there), plus a 5/16” steel pin. Combined with standard workshop tools, it was quite manageable to create. The fit is very comfortable. While I could pull out if necessary, it would be difficult, and frankly, I have no desire to do so.

Here is what it looks like:

The image file didn't upload correctly yesterday. I discovered while replying that the maximum size is 256 Kb. The original was much larger, but by saving it in a different format, I reduced the size. Let's hope this version works.

As noted in my initial post, my wife ordered a MM JailBird for me as my Christmas gift. It hasn't arrived yet, and I am still wearing my homemade device, but the anticipation is definitely building. In fact, it is FIERCE at this moment! I already know changes are coming—my current build uses a hinged-ring design where the top of the main ring is secured by the steel pin that passes through the lock. The JailBird features a solid ring construction. When I was experimenting with designs for my homemade version, I did test a solid ring option, though not an oval shape like the one MM sent. My wife will need to adjust to this new design, but I believe I’ll find it comfortable from day one. I am imagining the cage being fitted onto me and hearing that satisfying CLICK of the lock.... Trust me, there are emotions and feelings here worth sharing. I can almost see the experienced members of this forum smiling knowingly as they read those words LOL.

Today is the final day for mail delivery before Christmas. I still haven't received my new JailBird, and (honestly) I wasn’t really expecting it to arrive today. When I first contacted MM about having one custom-made back in late November, they warned that a Christmas delivery might be difficult due to their backlog. It was roughly ten days after that conversation when my wife placed the order online. Oh well. If it isn't here by Christmas, perhaps it will arrive before New Year's Eve so we can make a "New Year's Resolution" together... With that in mind, I have a question for all you chastity veterans: *Did you and your keyholders celebrate the start of your confinement with any particular fanfare (perhaps tied to a major holiday)?* Not looking for formal data, just curious.

Mine arrived in the mailbox before we left for work (we both work night shifts). Ten minutes later, it was on. If you're wondering about timing for a holiday gift, Valentine’s Day is approaching and I’m certain the JB would be there by then.

It went on the day it arrived (after six weeks of waiting), right after my wife finished admiring it. I recall her opening the small red pouch it came in and saying, "Boy, you are going to really like this."

I am currently out of the cage and have been for several days. Right now, I’m about 1,400 miles away from home in beautiful western Oklahoma with my wife, two kids, and one son’s fiancée. This was a planned Christmas visit to see my MIL (Mother-in-Law). Unfortunately, her husband passed away just a couple of months ago. She lives in a lovely house but is entirely alone at 84 years old, so naturally, we worry about her constantly. The holiday would have been nicer, but on the 20th, MIL slipped and broke her hip in the kitchen. Fortunately, it was only a minor break (for an octogenarian living solo). She managed to contact a neighbor who helped call 911. I was amazed at how quickly things move in such a small town. Within hours, she was admitted to the hospital in Oklahoma City (nearly two hours away) and had surgery the next day. My wife’s older sister flew out immediately to accompany her during the procedure. We adjusted our plans so my wife and daughter could leave on the 23rd, while I joined them with my son and his fiancée on the 25th as originally scheduled. Surgery occurred on the 21st, and by the following day, MIL was up walking around with a walker; her hip is held together with a pin and plate. On the 23rd, she moved to a rehab facility closer to home, where she has been recovering ever since. We are now staying in MIL’s house—without her—but we can visit daily at our convenience. The facility is only about 25 minutes from her residence. Yesterday and today, my son and I relocated MIL’s office from the second floor to the first floor—it was surprising how heavy all that paper becomes in large quantities. We also moved all of her desks and filing cabinets downstairs for her. My muscles will definitely be sore tonight! As we departed home on the 25th, my JailBird still hadn't arrived. I haven’t yet checked with my other three children (who remain at home due to work) to see if it came in by mail. There are another three days until I return home. My wife will stay a few extra days because doctors suggest MIL might go home from rehab within about five more days. Amazing.... The reason I am out of the cage is that my wife unlocked me before flying out, knowing I would need to pass through airport security on the 25th and didn’t want to reveal where she keeps the key. Technically, I could have brought the cage along while she took the key, but there was just too much stress in KeyheldHubby’s household at that moment (as you can imagine). Stress levels have dropped significantly over the last couple of days, though I’ve spent considerable time each night with my head between my wife's thighs. She also spends some mornings getting me worked up before saying "OK, that's enough for now." No release yet, and it seems I am on an honor system:roll: for the next week or so. It feels strange being out of the cage for more than a day.

I am back from my road trip to MIL's home. I brought everyone back except for my wife, who is staying with her mother for another week; she is expected to be released from rehab tomorrow. My wife will return home next Sunday, but I have a work-related trip until the following Tuesday. Talk about two ships passing in the night! The main purpose of this update is that I contacted MM to find out when my JailBird might arrive. As suspected, they do maintain a 6-week fulfillment timeline. So I shouldn’t expect it for another three weeks or so. Naturally, I immediately emailed this information to my wife. Since I am "home alone" for a couple of days before heading out on my trip, I remain uncaged until I return next week from tomorrow. This will be the longest period I’ve spent without chastity in quite some time, and it feels truly weird. My wife gave me a wonderful sendoff Saturday night: lots of teasing, erotic conversation, ending with PIV and a magnificent climax for me. She really wore me out; barely enough energy remained to get up and head to the airport Sunday morning.

Whew... As I mentioned in my last update, I had to go on that work trip. So I left my wife with her mom and returned home. I was here for two days (over the New Year's holiday) before heading out again on Jan 2 for South America for a week. Just got back yesterday morning—very early. I walked into our house at 1:00 AM, put away my computer bag, carried my roll upstairs to unpack, changed into bed clothes, brushed my teeth, and then put on and locked my home-built device. It felt incredibly good. Almost like eating your favorite comfort food. The moment I clicked the lock shut, it was as if all world stress vanished from my shoulders. I slept soundly. Yesterday morning, I woke up, showered, and went downstairs for coffee (without a doubt God's gift to mankind). I turned on the laptop and sent a note to my wife letting her know I am home and back in my cage. I told her she needs to be home before I travel again because I don’t know—and certainly don’t want to find out—where exactly she keeps the key for my lock; obviously, I can't carry it with me. Somehow, I think TSA would give us some unwanted attention! I’ve read many threads across various sites about traveling while in chastity. Some say it’s possible; others mention being pulled aside for "secondary screening." I don’t THINK there is any rule against it, but this matter lies between my wife and me. We aren't quite "ready to share" our situation with the public outside of forum anonymity. An update on my MM JailBird: The latest news is that it will be mailed around the 18th. My wife returns from her mom's on the 13th (Sunday). Assuming a couple of days in transit (does MM use USPS or UPS/FedEx?), I think I’ll remain in my home-built for about another week before it arrives. Somehow, I suspect the JailBird will go on immediately upon arrival;) My last orgasm was on the 29th, the night before leaving MIL's house to start this road trip preparation. Honestly—even though I was uncaged from the 29th until yesterday morning—I stayed "strong" and successfully resisted the nearly irresistible urge for a self-induced O. Talking with my wife daily while away certainly helped. While she didn’t strictly forbid any solo pleasure, she made it abundantly clear that she would "really like it" if I "saved myself" for her. Good heavens, I will do anything for that woman. Not counting on an O right when she returns, but intense T&D seems to be my future by Sunday night. Only hope for the best. Roughly 20 hours since re-entering the cage, and I can already feel anticipation and frustration building. It isn't like those dramatic online fantasies; rather, it is this constant, low-level reminder in the back of my mind, like that song you just can’t stop humming for no apparent reason. I’m sure y'all know EXACTLY what I mean. I’ll likely have at least one more update before the JailBird arrives, perhaps to report on Sunday night’s activities. When it does arrive, expect a LONG post!:D

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > (does MM ship via USPS or via UPS/Fedex?) Everything I have received from them has come via USPS First Class.

"MAMA'S BACK HOME!!!:D Her plane was roughly an hour behind schedule on Sunday afternoon, and I couldn't wait to greet her and bring her back. The journey home wasn't anything special—just a bit under sixty minutes through the fog as night set in. It demanded plenty of focus because of how clueless other drivers were acting out there. I still can't figure out why they feel compelled to drive at warp factor five when conditions aren't great. Once we arrived, she went through her usual routine: hugs and kisses for all the kids, carrying bags upstairs to unpack, and relaxing while I handled dinner. We had grilled steak, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, and a salad. Yes, I'm definitely one of those men who is always grilling. When that east coast hurricane hit back in November, there I was outside flipping burgers. It's just my nature. I suppose it was around 9:00 PM when we both headed to the bedroom (which fits our usual schedule since we enjoy reading quietly). In my last email on Saturday, I let Mrs. KeyheldHubby know that Sunday night would be dedicated entirely to her, and that my chastity device was in place to make sure of it. On Saturday, I purchased a "welcome home" gift for her—a 7-inch glass dildo with a very realistic appearance—that had caught my eye earlier. So on Sunday evening, after some warm-up touching and caressing, I made my way down between her legs with plenty of kisses and nibbles. GOD HOW MUCH I MISSED THIS WOMAN... About fifteen or twenty minutes later, I "surfaced" for air and asked if she wanted to open her present. Once she agreed, within ten seconds it was out from the nightstand drawer in my hands. It was hard to read her expression since the lights were down, but the glow from my 1977 bedside clock gave me enough light to spot some curiosity. I had also grabbed some lubricant and applied a small amount over the toy's tip. Then I whispered, "Go ahead—give it a try..." Mrs. KHH slid it between her legs and inside herself. At that moment, watching her face take on an expression of pure bliss as she moved in and out with the new toy while I gently caressed her, looking alternately at her face and my hand working the device, I realized just how deeply I love her. Perhaps five minutes later, I leaned back down to lick her as she played. The excitement was INTENSE, especially since it had been two weeks since my last orgasm and here I am locked up in chastity. But seeing her face illuminated by my clock's dim light and feeling her tremble beside me made it absolutely worth it. After a long while passed, she pulled her toy out and asked if I wanted to be freed. WOW... Having just seen and felt what I did, ***do you really need to ask me that?*** However, I recalled telling her multiple times that I wanted her first night back to focus on her needs. If she chose for me to come out, it was her call, and my preferences were secondary. Even as I type this note, I’m unsure where she found the key, but there it was, and she bent over to release me. Saying that I instantly "sprang to rock hard attention when the cage was removed" would be inaccurate. It usually takes a few strokes to get things moving again, which was definitely true here. Thus, after fewer than 10 strokes, I reached full alertness. Then Mrs. KHH did something entirely unexpected (and very welcome) - she slid down and took me into her mouth. The sensation was incredible; I felt like my head might burst.:shock: It only lasted a minute before she moved back up along my body, positioning her knees on either side for some wonderful PIV. Given the intensity of everything, I finished in under 2 minutes, but it was powerful. As we lay there, I pointed out that the evening was meant to be all about her. Her response? "Yes, but I really wanted to do that." Problem solved. Mrs. KHH didn't remain on top for long after my climax; instead, she laid beside me so I could continue caressing her. Contrary to online fantasies, we didn't "fall asleep with our arms around one another" right away. Instead, we chatted softly for a bit - discussing her mother, the journey home, and what happened at house while she was gone. You know, those practical topics adults with children discuss when reunited after separation. About half an hour later, before we both needed to use the restroom one last time prior to sleep. After a few final caresses and declarations of love, I dropped off immediately. As I write this now, only three days remain until the expected shipping date for what my wife calls her "Christmas present" from MM. The excitement continues to build, and I am eager. Since much of my work happens at home (which makes sense given all my international travel), I often find myself pacing like an anxious cat... If it ships on Friday the 18th via USPS, then perhaps I can anticipate receiving it Monday or Tuesday next week. I'll keep you updated....

**The JailBird is here.... The JailBird is here....** MM sent Mrs KHH an eMail on the evening of the 16th telling her that they mailed it. In the eMail was the USPS tracking code which told me that it was coming via priority mail with an expected delivery date of the 18th. She forwarded the eMail to me on the 16th. All day on Thursday the 17th I was checking the USPS tracking site to stay abreast of the delivery status. When the mail was delivered on the afternoon of the 18th, I just about ran out the door to the mailbox. I was so excited. There it was... a plain, nondescript box from Midland Texas. Joy. Happiness. Bliss.:D I opened the box and took out the red velvet drawstring bag contained therein. Taking a deep breath, I opened the bag and took out the contents. WOW!!! A FRICKING WORK OF ART! IT'S GORGEOUS! MAGNIFICENT! ***To MM and Mistress MM: Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. It's PERFECT! I LOVE IT!*** It was about an hour later that Mrs KHH got back from running some errands. I took her upstairs and showed her our new toy. With a wry smile, she whispered to me that we would "take care of business" later. Remember, while this is all going on, I'm locked in my home built. Fast forward to about 10:00 and we're cleaned up, changed, and in bed reading. At least she's reading. I have my eReader in hand with an eBook open, but my attention just isn't into it. I'm forwarding through the pages without even seeing what's on them. A bit later and Mrs. KHH puts her book down, rolls over, looks me in the eye and says "get your cuffs on." In the KHH household that's code for "let's get ready for some fun." Mrs. KHH got out of bed and went into the bathroom. While she was in there, I got my soft **cuff**s out of my nightstand drawer and snapped them around my wrists. They are fabric cuffs with a plastic snap on each one. I then got the **restraint**s out and put one over each of the top posts at the head of our four-poster bed. Rolling over, I snapped the left restraint to my left cuff, and lay back with my right hand close to the other restraint. Just about this time, Mrs. KHH came out of the bathroom, walked around to her side of the bed, took my right wrist, stretched it up toward the corner post, and snapped the **restraint** to the cuff. OK, so now I am cuffed spreadeagled to the top corners of our bed with Mrs. KHH standing next to the bed surveying her work with the most EVIL look on her face.:twisted: I guess she had already gotten the **key** from its hiding place, because she only reached down to the top of her nightstand and there it was. She then pulled back the covers and (rather seductively) pulled down my drawers, exposing my home-built **chastity** device. She then unlocked the lock and slipped the cage off. Pulling the pin, she removed the hinged base ring. She then put everything back together, leaned over me, and put my old **chastity cage** on my nightstand with a "Guess we won't need that anymore." She then rolled back to her right and put the lock on her nightstand. So let me set the scene: I'm now cuffed spreadeagled to the top corners of our bed, and am as naked as the day I was born. Mrs. KHH is wearing her typical (tight) camisole top - which really emphasizes her breasts and her erect nipples - and her bikini panties. Her nightstand light is on, mine is off, so the light in our bedroom is a bit dim, but we can still see each other clearly. Then she began her teasing.... ***To the edge and back. Over and over. Starting and stopping. Relentlessly. ***And through it all I have to stay quiet as the kids are in their rooms and could hear anything. Oh the AGONY. Oh the DESIRE. Oh the FRUSTRATION. This was perhaps the longest, most devious, most wicked tease and denial session she has ever conducted. She's a maestro of tease, and when she finally relented from her teasing I was a quivering bowl of jelly. I don't even think the cuffs were necessary anymore because I don't think I could have moved even if I wanted to. But no **release**. No **orgasm**. No Happy Ending. Then - and only then - did she roll back over to her right, open her nightstand drawer, withdraw the red velvet drawstring bag, open it, and take out the two pieces of the JailBird contained in it before putting the bag back in her nightstand. She held the two pieces up to the light from her nightstand and did a quick test fit. She then tested the **lock** to ensure it would fit through the holes in the base ring pin and the cage. It was only then that she shifted down to my now softening penis, and - with a smile on her face, put the base ring on me. She knew that it would take some effort, but had practiced before with my old home-built by putting the hinged base ring on without first taking out the pin - effectively making it a solid ring. In any case, it was all over in a minute, and she looked down with a satisfied look on her face as she adjusted the base ring to get everything lined up just right. Then came the cage. Feeding my penis into the cage, she slowly worked it in until she had it to the point where she could connect the cage to the pin on the base ring. I would probably have started getting aroused at this point, but it was cool in our bedroom and the stainless steel of the cage was almost COLD! Having that cold touch my skin took the excitement right out of things. It took only a minute or so before she had everything lined up, and then she slipped the hasp of the **lock** through the holes in the JailBird and snapped the lock shut. As quiet as it was, the quiet little "click" of the lock sounded like a building implosion in my head. The rest of our evening passed in a blur to me. I remember her unsnapping my cuffs and taking them off. I remember her telling me "Now you can lick me." But I don't remember how long I was at it, or even if I did a "good job." All I could think of was the reality of five ounces of stainless steel wrapped around my penis and testicles. So I have now been wearing my JailBird since Friday night (about 41 hours of continuous wear at this point). I can - in all honesty - say "I LOVE IT." A perfect fit. The definition of comfort. And Mrs. KHH keeps giving me these most evil glances at the most inopportune times - like when the whole family was sitting around the dinner table Saturday night. Half of me says "Oh what have I gotten myself into ..." while the other half says "YES!!!!!" My journey with my home built has come to an end. My journey with a "real

KeyheldHubby, welcome to the group. Your feelings about your JB upon arrival and initial use mirror what many of us experienced. Savor the confinement.;)

"Thanks for the feedback, RicforKim and Locked4her55. I really appreciate it! Since Mrs. KHH's WICKED T&D session last Friday night, not much has changed. Reflecting back, my last real O was on Sunday the 13th! It is now the 22nd, meaning I have gone nearly nine days without orgasm. Most of that time was spent in my home-built device (until late evening on Friday the 18th). Last night brought howling winds and a significant drop in temperature; it is currently hovering in the low twenties outside. Mrs. KHH wasn't keen on doing much last night, preferring to stay cozy. Our older house, built in the sixties, has insulation issues and drafty windows that could be better. For about ten years now, I have been steadily remodeling our home room by room as we save up for each project. When I tackle a room, I strip it down completely—down to the wall studs—which allows me to rebuild things how they should ideally be done. Anyone watch *Holmes on Homes*? It’s an excellent (real-life) renovation show where this Canadian contractor and his crew fix homes that have been poorly serviced by other contractors. The "fix" typically involves tearing everything out and rebuilding it from scratch, with the catchphrase being "Make it Right." That is my philosophy too: I can't do everything (though I could if I wanted to), but whatever I take on, I execute well. The result is a house that is gradually being reinsulated and reworked to minimize heat loss, though we aren't quite there yet. Back to the main point. Mama was COLD while I wasn’t, so I decided to spend some time snuggled against her for warmth. It felt wonderful, and I stayed like that until her breathing slowed into a steady rhythm indicating sleep. Before chastity, this would have signaled "let's play" to Mrs. KHH. But being in the cage (and remembering I only recently revealed it to my wife) has removed those expectations and pressures. Only then did I roll over and reflect. I’ve worn the JailBird continuously since last Friday night—roughly 84 hours as I write this. My last O was about nine days ago. The JailBird is incredibly comfortable. All the tweaks I made to my home-built device paid off, as I knew exactly which sizes I needed when ordering. When I corresponded with Mistress MM, one of her comments stuck in my mind (paraphrased): "... *once she gets it on you, she may never let you out*...." Very possible, but not really probable. Mrs. KHH enjoys teasing me too much; I think getting me all worked up excites her. I am very glad I researched before settling on the JailBird with Mrs. KHH. Without a doubt, it was the best choice for us. While "long-term" chastity might not be in our future due to my business travel, I believe the JailBird will likely come off at the last possible moment and go back on as soon as I return from trips. The question is: will I have enough strength to resist the temptation to "play with myself" while traveling? I don't know. Either way, I am now up to 3-1/2 days of continuous wear in the JB (and except when moving around) I hardly notice it. My home-built occasionally pinched or tweaked me, so this is a definite improvement. The fit, style, overall look, and comfort make it a dream to wear. Just to help keep track as these posts continue... Last O - Sunday, January 13. JB continuous wear since - Friday, January 18.

Hello everyone... It’s been nearly a week since I last posted, and with a trip coming up next Monday (February 4th), I thought it best to update you all now. I’ll have one more update after the 3rd, which will be my final full day at home before being away for about ten days. I’ve been wearing my JailBird almost continuously since it arrived on the 18th. I say *almost* because Mrs. KHH did something on Saturday night that she has never done before. There we were, relaxing in bed with the TV on. Mrs. KHH was splitting her attention between whatever was showing on television and her reading on the Kindle. I turned off my eReader, put it away, switched off my bedside lamp, and mentally prepared for lights out. Not long after that—just two or three minutes later—Mrs. KHH shut down her Kindle, stowed it away, reached into her nightstand, and pulled out the key to my JailBird. I suspect she had placed it there beforehand because I’ve never seen her get it from there before. Without a word, she rolled over, straddled my legs, lowered my underwear, and unlocked the Master lock on my JB. She removed the lock, took off the cage, and then lifted off the base ring. All of this happened in complete silence... The sensation of her hands on my penis felt absolutely wonderful. I could feel an erection beginning as she finished slipping off the base ring. She then rolled onto her left side beside me and began stroking me, almost absentmindedly while continuing to watch whatever was on TV. I thought I might explode with excitement. Having her do that—without saying a word—was incredibly erotic. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to ruin the moment as my erotic thoughts overwhelmed my mind and senses. Needless to say, I became hard instantly. Her gentle hand stroking me felt so intense and exciting. Her breathing remained calm and relaxed as she watched the program. I was tight as a violin string but almost paralyzed by the feeling of it all. Her stroking continued for what seemed like an eternity, though in reality, it probably lasted no more than ten minutes. I couldn’t move or make a sound. Nothing physically restrained me; nothing held me back. It was entirely mental—all in my head. I was completely lost. Every sense faded except for the feeling of her hand on my penis. I didn’t hear the TV. I didn’t see it. I had no sense of time. She leaned over to whisper into my ear, "Now put it back on again," as she handed me the base ring, the cage, and the lock—minus (of course) the key. So calm, so quiet. Yet with an irresistible force of command. I slipped my testicles back through the base ring and struggled for a minute to guide my penis back in place. A few seconds to adjust the base ring, and I worked the cage back into position as my penis softened without her stimulation. How did the cage get so cold so quickly? It took a few moments to align the holes and slip the hasp of the lock through them, clicking it shut. As I did that, I abruptly returned to the present moment; the sound and light from the television seemed to explode into my senses. Mrs. KHH had unlocked me before when I was wearing my home-built device and played with me then too. Before I entered chastity, she used to play with me fairly regularly. But this was the first time she EVER did anything like that without saying so much as a single word until she told me to put my cage back on. WOW! What an experience for the mind. As mentioned at the start, I leave for my trip on the 4th, so Mrs. KHH will likely remove my cage on the 3rd. I probably won’t have time to update this blog until I reach South America in the evening of the 4th. But I will.... I promise... Last O - Sunday, January 13. JB continuous wear since - Friday, January 18.

Must have been quite the TV program.:lol: Nothing beats a good tease before bedtime.:D Safe travels.

Hi All... I promised an update when I arrived in South America on the 4th, but it was already midnight by then. The trip itself was uneventful but long, as is usual. If you’ve never flown with Avianca, and if you ever have occasion to travel from the US to South America, you should definitely consider them. MUCH better than any US airline I've ever used. So Tuesday and Wednesday were nonstop meetings and catching up on work. A real pain. Evenings were filled with business dinners until late. On both days, I fell into bed without doing anything else. I barely had 10 minutes to call Mrs. KHH before going to sleep. But now for the "fun part" of the update. Sunday night was.... Absolutely nothing. We did nothing special at all. No teasing, no playing, no intimacy of any sort. Just cleaning up, getting ready for bed, turning out the lights, and sleeping. Both of us were really tired, and guess what guys—chastity isn’t just those torrid fantasies we read about online. Sometimes it’s real life too. Sunday was that real-life part. But going back another evening to Saturday night, February 2.... WOW! Mama and I pulled out all the stops. Lots of playing, lots of hugging, lots of kissing, lots of SEX. Two and a half hours of glorious monkey sex. At my age, acrobatics are pretty much out of the question, but we really pushed the envelope. Maybe that’s why we were both so tired and drained on Sunday night???:roll: Hmmm. Maybe that’s why I was so exhausted all week??? I got back to the US yesterday afternoon and went straight back into my cage. I leave on Sunday morning for another trip (until Wednesday), so I’ll be caged for a few nights, then uncaged for a few more. Of course, if Mrs. KHH decides to unlock me between now and Sunday, who am I to argue with her?:lol: But back to my recent trip. I was pretty worried about "falling off the wagon," so to speak. Yes, we really "exercised all the options" on Saturday night, but from Sunday morning (the 3rd) through Wednesday evening (the 6th), that’s still 4-1/2 days, and the horniness reared its head a couple of times. Fortunately, with all my activities during the day wearing me out, all I really wanted to do at night was sleep. So I was GOOD and didn’t embark on any unauthorized playing. Of course, if we don’t do anything before I leave on *THIS* Sunday, it’ll be a LOT harder during this next week. I'll have to really concentrate on remaining chaste for Mrs. KHH. We'll see what happens. I'm in my cage right now, feeling horny. Mrs. KHH just got back from picking up our daughter from an after-school activity with her friends. Who knows what's on the agenda for later. And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, February 2. JB continuous wear since - Thursday, February 7.

Hey all. It's been about a week since my last update and a lot of "real life" has happened in that time. As I mentioned in my previous post, I had a business trip between Sunday and this past Wednesday. The trip was nice enough—great to get out of the on-again, off-again lousy weather we've been having along the Mid-Atlantic coast. The destination (Scottsdale, Arizona) had lovely weather, and the hotel was decent, but for some reason I just couldn’t rest comfortably and woke up every day feeling terrible. Don't know if it was the dryness or just the unfamiliar bed (but with all my travel experience, it *shouldn't* have been that). And now that I'm back, I’m fighting off a cold. In any case, in my last post I noted getting back from South America on the 6th and going straight into my cage. I was hoping for some "play time" on Saturday the 9th before my Arizona trip, but it wasn't to be. Mrs. KHH unlocked me, but told me flat out that there would be no playing. She also stated clearly that she didn’t want me playing while I was away on the trip. So I went off to Arizona frustrated and under strict orders to keep things that way. Fortunately, as terrible as I felt physically, it wasn't really hard (no pun intended), and I returned Wednesday night having completely obeyed Mrs. KHH's order. Of course, after dinner when I went upstairs on arrival home and finished unpacking, her first words were "Put your cage on." I was tired from the trip and not feeling at all horny, so it was no big deal. Mama read for a while, I turned off my light and went to sleep, feeling horrible with my cold. Thursday night (Valentine's Day) was a bit more fun. Yes, a full day of work—I actually had to go into the office for once—but nothing weird. I was trading text messages during the day with Mrs. KHH about dinner plans. On a whim, I stopped off at one of our favorite places on the way home from the office and picked up some barbeque—pulled pork and beef brisket. I told her what I had done and asked her to pick up the fixings. A real "comfort meal" for both of us with most of the kids around for Valentine's Day. When we finally adjourned to the bedroom (a bit earlier than normal), Mrs. KHH got ready for bed. When she was done in the bathroom, I cleaned up and prepared for sleep too. Exiting the bathroom, I noticed that she had pulled the covers all the way up to her chin and wasn't reading like she normally would be. I asked if she was OK, and she responded that she was really cold. I climbed into bed and rolled over to warm her up by laying against her. It was then I discovered that she was A) Really cold, and B) Wearing a very sexy red teddy with matching panties. Now I ***REALLY*** love my wife, and warming her up was #1 on my priority list, but it was incredibly hard not to just molest her without mercy. So I spent a long time just laying against her so she could warm up, gently rubbing her hand. It wasn't until much later that I asked if she had warmed up enough (affirmative response) and then if I could go down on her (enthusiastically affirmative!).:D Now I don’t know about you guys, but when I get that kind of welcome to do what I really love doing, I like to spend a long time nuzzling, kissing, and licking her **before** reaching Nirvana. Mama seems to enjoy it too. So I spent probably 10 minutes "warming her up" before arriving at my natural destination for a treat that hadn't been enjoyed in a while. Mrs. KHH usually takes a long time to really get going, but somehow she was almost dripping wet as soon as I dove in. I guess she missed me just as much as I missed her! In any case, ultimately there was no "happy ending" for me, but I DID spend the better part of an hour pleasuring HER for Valentine's Day. All in all, it was a fantastic evening and I wouldn't have traded it for anything. I've got almost a whole week before I have to travel again, though my next trip is only a one-nighter. I'll bet Mrs. KHH keeps me locked up until next Wednesday night—the night before I leave. I'm approaching 2 weeks without an O, with about half of that time caged and the other half (while traveling) uncaged. Since I began my foray into chastity about 2 years ago with my home-built device, this will be the longest I've gone without an O. Hmmm...:roll: I wonder if Mrs. KHH is telling me something??? And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, February 2. JB continuous wear since - Wednesday, February 13.

Getting over a typical cold (at least for me). Just lots of sinus issues—and everything always seems to end up as post-nasal drip, which causes lots of coughing and hacking—especially in the morning when I have to hack up everything that settled there overnight. But my latest cold is almost gone. I went to bed quite early last night—at 9:00 PM—and read until about 9:30, when I turned out my light and slept. When I closed my eyes, Mrs. KHH was still reading her Kindle. At about midnight, I woke up for some reason. One minute I was fast asleep; the next, I was wide awake and hyper-aware. Mama was asleep beside me, and for some reason I was really turned-on but not at all erect in my cage. I mean no swelling at all. Just incredibly horny. Does the cage do that?? I rolled over and began gently stroking my wife as she slept, half-rolled onto her side away from me. I had to reach over her to rub her shoulder and her magnificent breasts through the shirt she wore for warmth. Slowly she woke up, rolling toward me in her semi-aware state so I would have better access to her breasts, and I slipped my hand under her shirt to get better skin contact. It was absolutely quiet except for our breathing sounds, and I felt perfect—this is what love is all about—the gentleness, the tenderness, the togetherness. For perhaps ten minutes I gently caressed her under her shirt before working my way down her body with my hand, constantly moving, constantly stroking, lightly touching. In silence. My hand continued its path almost of its own volition: breasts, ribs; breasts, stomach; slowly, gently, erotically. I finally reached her panties and began stroking her pussy through them as she spread her legs slightly. I didn’t dwell on her pussy though; this was a journey for me, not just a destination. So my hand meandered absently back to her breasts, across her stomach, back to her ribs, and back to her pussy. Constantly moving. With a gentle sigh, she reached up and pulled off her shirt, affording me better access to her breasts as I continued my ministrations. This was such a perfect moment for me. We still hadn’t said a word; everything was so relaxed and tension-free. I continued playing with her gently for perhaps another five minutes before she rolled from back to side toward me and reached down to begin stroking me through my cage. She didn't do this for very long before rolling back onto her back and removing her panties. All the while I was continuing to stroke her gently and softly, reveling in the feel of her warm skin under my fingertips. Then came the whisper... "Would you lick my pussy please." "Of course my love." Another minute of touching her skin, then I slipped down in our bed as she lifted her leg over my head so I was positioned between her legs. I reached up and grabbed my pillow. As she lifted herself with her legs, I slipped the pillow underneath her bottom. As I first began licking her, I was struck by how wet she was—drenched in fact—and my tongue and lips feasted on her taste. Slow and relaxed, with no urgency at all. She came, of course. Faster than she has in a long time, and I continued to lick her gently for quite some time after her climax as she recovered and grounded herself. I moved back up next to her, slipped my arm under her neck, and snuggled her tightly to me. "Thank you for letting me lick your pussy." Only then did she roll over and get the key to my cage, unlock it, and take it off. Strangely, I wasn't hard at all. Maybe it was my cold—it's rare that I get an erection when I'm sick—or maybe it was something else. This was all about her, about the love of my life, and pleasing her without any desire for quid pro quo. I glanced over at my bedside clock as I rolled over and noticed it was about 1:00 AM. Not a single cough in an hour. "Goodnight my love." And we both went to sleep. I woke up this morning at 6:30. Completely relaxed. Completely refreshed. Feeling fantastic. I'm uncaged as I write this. I leave for my one-night trip later today and will be back home around midnight tomorrow night. If this is love, I’m addicted. If being in a chastity cage helps me to love my wife as much as I did last night, then sign me up right now. Methinks I like this journey. And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, February 2. JB continuous wear since - Out of cage until February 21.

Just returned from the airport after seeing Mrs. KHH off for her visit with Mom. It’s been a tough stretch for my mother-in-law since last October: first her brother’s wife passed away, then her husband (my father-in-law), followed by her sister just three weeks ago, and she fractured her hip over Christmas. Talk about emotional upheaval. Fortunately, my wife and her sister were there to support her through most of it, though they can only do so much. We visited as a family during Christmas to help with the hip situation, and recently my sister-in-law’s household was present when MIL’s sister died. So the timing felt right for my wife to spend nine quality days with her mother to sort out matters like estate issues, emotions, and extended family dynamics. It's particularly difficult for MIL since she lives in Oklahoma while both daughters reside on the east coast. I returned from a brief business trip Thursday night and immediately went back into my cage. Not a huge deal since I’d been out of it less than two days due to that overnighter. Friday was quite relaxed as we both worked, and Mrs. KHH used her time at home packing for her trip and setting things up so I could manage the kids while she’s away. It isn’t really a burden now that the children are older. We have four kids at home, with the youngest being 15. "Handling" them involves coordinating transport and after-school activities plus ensuring meals get on the table. Friday night was our final evening together in this book-ended week, and it was truly special. After winding down, we both read in bed until around 10:00 PM. Nothing overly romantic or exotic, but Mrs. KHH removed her shirt and started fondling me through my cage. Since I hadn't had an O for quite a while, excitement built quickly. She asked me to go down on her, which I did enthusiastically after about five minutes of teasing, licking, and kissing. She likely knew how eager I was since it had been some time since she'd let me have my head between her legs. My best estimate is that I spent 45 minutes worshipping her glorious pussy, building her up and then letting her calm down, constantly varying the movement of my tongue. The grandfather clock struck 11, but I continued for a few more minutes before moving to lie next to her. Man, it felt good; I was certainly excited enough to fully fill my cage, as is typical when I serve her. After relaxing beside her for a bit, she whispered that she planned to remove my cage, just for the night. Those words triggered a flood of emotions and thoughts in my head all at once. Very calmly, she unlocked it and removed everything, including the base ring, setting them aside. Then she ran her hand over me, caressing gently, pinching my nipples (which never fails to stir intense excitement), and stroking me. In mere seconds, I was as hard as a steel bar (HAH!!! GOTCHA!!! Had to use that phrase!:D ). Back in reality: yes, I was harder than ever, and she continued her ministrations. For over 20 minutes, she edged me with both hand and mouth. I swear I've never felt so excited or so horny. It's rare for mama to push me to the point of trembling with excitement, but that is exactly what happened—I was shaking continuously from arousal-induced tension. She then quietly asked if I wanted to cum in her pussy or in her mouth. What a dilemma! Do I want the Garden of Eden, or do I choose Nirvana? I settled (yeah right—"settled") for PIV and moved over to her for some missionary position loving. Despite my excitement, I lasted longer than expected, holding each other tightly as I finally climaxed. Our post-coital wind-down lasted perhaps 10 minutes, filled with caressing, kissing, nuzzling, and shared whispers of love before she needed the bathroom. When she returned, we kissed goodnight and settled into sleep. This morning, I’m back in my cage again, mama has taken the key for her trip, and I know I'll be locked up at least until Sunday the 3rd—nine days total. Yes, being locked away that long will be tough, but it’s always harder just being apart from her, unable to hug and kiss her every night. It always is. We've been separated for about two hours, and I already miss her. So here is some philosophical rambling. Yes, I read online chastity fantasies and stories; I enjoy them and they excite me. Yes, I follow posts on this board and others related to chastity. I compare their experiences to my own story, trying to gauge what others feel (as interpreted through their words) against my own feelings. Reflecting on my journey over the past couple of months since acquiring my Jailbird, I've been out as much as in due to travel. But ultimately, I believe the simple fact that my loving wife and I are doing this kinky thing TOGETHER has drawn us closer. Every day I give thanks for the privilege of having her as my wife. It’s so much more than just denial; it’s far greater than the kinkiness or even the "naughtiness." That is what chastity has done for me—and I love it! And the numbers: Last O - Friday, February 22. JB continuous wear since - February 23.

Wow. I can't believe I haven't posted anything since Mrs. KHH left to spend a week with her mother. Actually, it was that week plus the weekends on either end—a total of about 9 days. Since dropping her at the airport on the 23rd, I've stayed home, "minding the store" and watching the kids while she helps her mom get various tasks done. If you read my previous posts, you'll recall it hasn't been easy for my MIL since last October or so: Her brother's wife died. Then her husband passed. Then she fell and broke her hip. Most recently, her sister died too. It’s a lot of emotional trauma, and my heart truly goes out to her. On the plus side, one of my sons is getting married in another two-and-a-half months, which should bring some joy into her life. In any case, I’ve been "home alone" and securely locked up since the night before she departed. For the veterans here, it’s only 10 days, but for me, it feels like forever. No teasing, no playing, just pure stillness. Mama has been verbally teasing me over our nightly phone calls, hinting at some real hard times awaiting me when she returns this afternoon. One thing she does is read a lot of vampire/romance novels. I guess that theme is prevalent these days. In any case, she told me last night that she plans to spend time reading tonight and intends to ensure I don’t interrupt her. She said she will cuff my hands behind me and have me kneel by the foot of our bed. We have some very short tethers—think a dog leash with a snap clip on one end and a loop on the other, but only 18 inches long. So when I’m kneeling there, she’ll put the loop under a leg of the bed and snap the clip onto my chastity cage. She also mentioned stuffing a pair of her panties in my mouth to keep me quiet until bedtime. She added that if reading gets her really worked up, she might get out of bed, come over to me, throw a leg over one shoulder while I kneel, and have me pleasure her orally for a while before returning to her book. If this happens, it will be quite unlike her usual self—she’s typically as vanilla as they come. I wonder if being my keyholder has filled her head with dominant thoughts? I can only hope so, because the image she described got me aroused in my cage. Unfortunately, we get to share only one night together before I leave very early tomorrow morning for another week in South America. Being caged for the past 10 days has actually made things easier by eliminating masturbation temptations. If Mrs. KHH orders me not to masturbate next week while away (on the honor system), it will be really, really hard. But somehow I’ll manage it for her. I have absolutely no idea if she will allow me to cum tonight. I’d guess the odds are about 40% yes, no more than that. Her suggestions during our talk lead me to conclude there will be plenty of sex tonight, with my head buried between her glorious thighs for a long time, and possibly even a strap-on session. However, her comments imply I’ll remain caged throughout. She told me she’s feeling quite horny too, so tonight is likely about relieving her tension while keeping mine at an all-time high. As mentioned, I head to South America tomorrow morning. I'll try to get online tomorrow night to fill you in on the details of tonight's events. Could be a bit salacious!:o It’ll definitely be juicy—at least Mrs. KHH will be juicy! I suspect I'll end up dripping and frustrated. And the numbers: Last O - Friday, February 22. JB continuous wear since - February 23.

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > She told me that she'll then stuff a pair of her panties in my mouth to keep me quiet until she's ready for bed. She also told me that if she get's really worked up with her reading, she might get out of bed, come over to me, throw a leg over one of my shoulders while I'm kneeling there and have me pleasure her orally for a while before she goes back to her reading. Gee, I hope she removes the panties before you pleasure her.:lol: I also hope my wife gets the chance to read this post.:) Keep up the good work!

I just finished typing my post describing yesterday evening’s events. I clicked Submit, and for some reason the board logged me out. Question for Tom—is there a timeout??? Unfortunately, I lost the entire post!

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > Unfortunately I lost the entire post! Sorry about that. As far as I know, it shouldn't timeout. Usually, that happens when the server (shared hosting) gets busy. We haven’t had a problem for a while, but at one point, it was occurring occasionally. On long posts, I usually copy the text to the clipboard before posting. One thing that often works for me is using the back button, which takes you back to the editor. However, I think this only works if you use the full editor rather than the 'quick reply' button.

It took me quite a while tonight, but it was totally worth the effort to update my post about last night—my wife’s first evening back home after her nine days in Oklahoma. This is one final night together before I head off to South America (where I’m typing this) for a week. And here goes... As promised... well, friends! I picked up Mrs. KHH at the airport on Sunday afternoon and had her home by roughly 4:30 PM. No travel headaches, and barely any traffic getting back, which really cut down on the stress. I’d already planned a lovely "welcome home" dinner of grilled steak (you DO remember from an earlier post that I grill all year round, don’t you?), baked potatoes, steamed baby carrots, and a fresh green salad. So we got in, and I carried Mama’s bag upstairs so she could unpack. Then I went back down to start getting our meal ready. Around 5:00 PM, I headed upstairs again for some reason and found Mrs. KHH reclining on our bed, relaxing with her Kindle. She looked up and said, "Lock the bedroom door and come here. I want you to spend a little time sucking my breasts." YES MAAM! I quickly locked the door and moved around the bed to my side as she took off her sweater and pulled up her T-shirt to reveal her erect nipples. Of course, I dove right in. Spending time with my wife’s nipples between my lips is one of my favorite things, and I’m completely convinced they are hard-wired directly to her pussy. Whenever I suck on them, she never fails to get very aroused and wet. So I spent about 15 minutes nuzzling, nibbling, and sucking at her breasts before she sighed and said, "I guess we should go get dinner ready, huh?" Of course, I was eager to continue, but I also knew that dinner wasn’t going to prepare itself. But this definitely felt like an indication that more would follow... When we went downstairs, we discovered our engaged son and his fiancée had stopped by and planned to stay for dinner. This isn’t unusual in any way—our house could easily be described as Grand Central Station with people coming and going all the time. Sunday, however, it looked like a full house: eight of us present (Mrs. KHH and myself, the five kids, and one fiancée). I really like it that way—it makes things feel very "homey." After dinner, the kids handled the dishes, Mrs. KHH went back upstairs to read some more, and I stayed downstairs to chat with my son and his fiancée for a short while before heading up to finish packing for my trip to South America beginning early Monday morning. Packing done, I took my rollaboard down and made sure my computer bag had everything I’d need on the trip. Around 8:30 PM, I went back upstairs to our room and got undressed so I could get ready for bed—not necessarily for sleep, but just so I could lie in bed and read for a while. After completing my evening ablutions, I pulled back the covers on my side of the bed and climbed in. The TV was on, and Mama was sort of splitting her attention between the new version of "Conan the Barbarian" and her Kindle. After a few minutes of me lying there, she turned to me and said, "Get your cuffs on and get out the tethers." My cock immediately swelled in my cage as I reached down for the soft **cuff**s and the two short tethers we use. The cuffs are pretty self-explanatory, but the tethers are sort of like short leashes with a snap on one end and a loop at the other. The thing is that they are only about 18 inches long total! As I put the **cuff**s around my wrists, Mrs. KHH said, "I considered tethering you at the foot of our bed, but it's too cold in here. Instead, you'll be cuffed and tethered to the bedpost at the top of the bed so I can keep you under covers." How considerate! With the cuffs on, Mrs. KHH snapped one of the tethers through the D-rings on them together and slipped the loop over the **lock**ing post at the head of our bed. Then, in a surprising turn, she pulled down my drawers and snapped the other tether to the cage of my Jailbird before pulling the covers up to about the middle of my chest. Finally, she retrieved one of her thongs, wadded it up, and said, "Open up." I did, and she put it into my mouth. She hasn’t gagged me before, so I was a bit surprised at how DRY the thong seemed; however, it really stimulated my saliva production. I found that I could make noises, although they were quite incoherent. I couldn't speak at all. Her **restraint** efforts complete, Mrs. KHH rolled back over to her side of the bed and began reading again, with me immobilized to her left. What made things more interesting was that she kept the tether attached to my cage in one hand and, about every 30 seconds or so, jerked it. I don't know if that was intentional or not—whether she did it consciously or just while shifting her Kindle to swipe to a new page. It didn’t matter. Each tug of the **restraint** on my tether and cage drove me through the roof with arousal. But there was more... About every two minutes, she would reach over either to caress my exposed chest or swirl her fingers around one of my nipples before pinching it HARD! We’re talking ***GASPING hard***... Each time, it took my breath away as I struggled to stay quiet. But I did notice that she didn’t get much reading done. It seemed like every time I glanced over, she was still on the same page of her Kindle. A bit later, the TV went off, the Kindle dimmed, and Mama leaned over me and whispered, "I'm going to **release** you now, and you're going to lick my pussy." Considering that I’ve spent almost ten days away from Nirvana, this was very exciting! She pulled the thong out of my mouth and unsnapped the tether holding my wrist cuffs together. While I removed them, Mama took off her cami top after unsnapping the other tether from my cage and rolling back to put it on her nightstand. After placing the remaining **cuff**s and tether on my stand too, I rolled over to her and started caressing her breasts before taking a nipple in my mouth again as my hand roamed "south" toward her panties. Very quickly, I slipped them off as she lifted her hips to make it easier. Normally, I like spending time enjoying Mama's breasts because I really enjoy it (and as mentioned before, they're hard-wired to her pussy). This time, however, I couldn't hold back and moved down until my head was nestled between her thighs. At this point, I discovered something else new... Mrs. KHH normally shaves her pussy in a bikini cut, which I enjoy immensely. When I put my face between her legs, I found that she had shaved A) much closer than usual and B) more extensively than her normal bikini style. It wasn’t quite a "landing strip," but it was close enough. Let’s call it a "landing triangle" shall we?? How intriguing! Wow. Even though the time at her breasts was short, she was already very wet and well on her way to arousal. Lying between her legs, I was as aroused as could be considering my cock was caged. There was definitely some pressure building in the cage right then! So I spent a long time licking and kissing her pussy—something she’s told me I do very well. She doesn’t always **orgasm** when I’m at it, but when she does, we both enjoy it greatly. After perhaps 20 to 30 minutes of licking, she reached down with her hands, grabbed my head, and pulled me up. All this time, I was dripping like a leaky faucet and extremely aroused. As I moved up her body, she whispered urgently, "I want you to fuck me with the **strap-on**." The "**strap-on**" Mrs. KHH referred to is a VacuLock harness with a nice 7-1/2 inch dildo attachment that she really likes. One reason I like it too is that the harness splits at the bottom, meaning it fits nicely over my Jailbird and positions the **dildo** in quite realistic The tip of the dildo was positioned with its butt end resting right against the top ring of my cage. It took me just a minute to leap out of bed, grab the strap-on from my nightstand, buckle it into place, and apply some lubricant before climbing back up to Mrs. KHH. I crawled over her to settle between her legs as she opened them wide for me. On all fours, I moved forward until the head of the dildo was hovering near her pussy. I reached down, held the slippery shaft gently, and began rubbing it against her without pushing in yet; I wanted to tease her a bit. That teasing lasted about ten seconds before she grabbed the damp toy and drove it into her as far as our positions allowed—less than two inches, really. She let out a soft moan, writhing and rolling her hips to try and push it deeper. Very slowly... I mean VERRRRRRYYYYYY slowly—I moved my pelvis forward to penetrate her further. I was likely savoring the sight of her moving as much as she was enjoying the sensation of entry, while also feeling the pressure of the dildo's base against the top ring of my cage. Gradually, I began thrusting with more rhythm and depth. It wasn't fast; it was just slow, deep fucking. I went all the way in until nearly coming out completely before pushing back again. Lots of movement, but always at a leisurely pace. Mrs. KHH clearly enjoyed this, judging by her facial expression and breath. Each time I pushed in, she caught her breath sharply; each time I pulled back, she exhaled slowly with an blissful look that mirrored the happiness on MY face. We kept going for a while until she whispered that she wanted to be turned around so I could take her from behind—a position we both know is one of hers. I pulled out and helped her roll over onto her hands and knees. After rubbing the head against her pussy once more, I slid it back in, reaching full depth almost immediately. Mama stayed upright on all fours as I picked up my pace a bit compared to before. Soon after, she lowered her torso so her face rested on the mattress, reaching back with her right hand to touch herself while I continued driving deep into her, accelerating until both our movements were hard and forceful. At that point, she was pushing her hips backward against me almost as vigorously as I was thrusting forward—a real pounding sensation where the base of the dildo hammered against my cage's ring every time we connected. I could feel myself dripping heavily now; I was extremely aroused and completely filling up my cage. We continued this way for what felt like ages until she turned her head and said she wanted to keep going, but with her on top in a cowgirl position. It’s remarkable how "older" folks like us can stay so flexible when we try—and I didn’t want to spend another second away from her warmth. I pulled out and lay back as she swung her right leg over mine and scooted up until she was aligned again. She grabbed the dildo, guided its head into her swollen, wet pussy, and settled down onto it with a sigh. Now it was her turn, and she made good use of it, wriggling side to side and forward back while bouncing gently as I fondled her breasts and tugged at her nipples. Watching her from below was an intensely erotic experience. With her on top, the pressure against my cage seemed amplified every time she landed, making me feel like I might cum soon, even though I knew I wouldn’t. We alternated between her leading from above and me guiding from below for a long while until she finally pulled up enough to extract the dildo completely. She then asked me to lick her pussy more as she rolled back onto her back and spread her legs. I quickly slid between them (has anyone else noticed how uncomfortable it is lying on your stomach with the butt end of the toy pressing into you??) and dove in to her soaking wet flesh. Her arousal was evident from how puffy her lips looked. There I lay, face buried between Mama’s thighs, my tongue working furiously over her pussy. Whenever I eat her out, I can always tell when she’s close because I feel the tissue starting to pulse against my tongue. It took only a couple of minutes before that familiar pulsing started again, and I increased my efforts. And then she climaxed... And it just kept going... on and on... Mrs. KHH usually has mild orgasms lasting about 20–30 seconds, but this was a new level for her. Her breathing became ragged, and her hips and legs began jerking spasmodically as release approached. When she came, her back arched fully off the bed in a rigid posture; teeth clenched, hissing through rapid inhales and exhales while trying to stay quiet. Judging by the intensity of her usual pulsing, this one lasted nearly two minutes! Usually, after an orgasm winds down, she either shifts her hips away from my tongue or reaches down to pull me off. She’s told me before that her pussy becomes hypersensitive afterward, and continued licking can be painful. This time, no movement; no pulling away—just continuous spasms rippling through her. Giving pleasure to my beautiful wife makes me so happy, especially giving her such a long, powerful release after nine days apart. It made me the happiest man on Earth. I’m sure her heart was racing—I KNOW mine was as I sat in heavenly bliss while she continued bucking against my face and head. But everything must end eventually, and she finally relaxed and slowed her breathing. Seeing this signal, I softened my licking for another minute or so before moving up alongside her to hold her gently while telling her I loved her. We spent several minutes recovering before I rolled onto my back again. Our intimacy could have ended right there and I’d still be content, but it didn’t. Mrs. KHH turned toward me and said, "I want you to cum inside my pussy tonight." She reached for the key on her nightstand, unlocked me, and slid the cage off my cock. Even though excited and dripping, I wasn't fully erect yet, so she easily guided my shaft back through the base ring and over my balls before removing it entirely. She handed me the ring and cage, placing the lock on the nightstand. I set the Jailbird pieces down as well. As I lay back, she reached out with her right hand and began stroking me gently. In seconds, despite being aroused, I became fully erect. Then she asked how I’d like to cum. Every position we’ve tried—and a few new ones—flashed through my mind in an instant. But there was no doubt as I told her I wanted the missionary position on top. For me, it was easy. After our recent lovemaking Yes, the absolute best ending would be looking into my beloved's eyes while holding her as I experience my orgasm. I quickly slid between her legs and felt her hand reach down to guide me inside. I started stroking right away, going in deep—not pounding, but thrusting fully until our hips met. In total, I lasted much longer than expected after nearly 10 days of chastity, enduring one of the most erotic and exotic lovemaking sessions of my life. But as I felt the orgasm approaching, I picked up speed with my thrusts. Then it happened. It came. And again. I don't think I've ever ejaculated so much in all my years. It just kept flowing out. While "buckets" might be an overstatement, it certainly felt that way. Afterward, I cooled down and softened quickly before slipping away from her. As she pressed her legs together to minimize leakage, I moved back. We cuddled a bit more until she mentioned needing the bathroom urgently. When she left, I turned on my bedside lamp and spotted several large wet marks—more than usual and much bigger than normal—with multiple where my cage had been while I lay face-down enjoying her. Lucky for me, most of those were on HER side! Mama got back into bed and grimaced at the damp spots but settled beside me with her camisole and panties reapplied, pulling the covers over us both. I switched off the light, hugged her close for a few minutes, then we exchanged goodnights and drifted to sleep. There are only a handful of things in my life that truly matter. My kids come second; my wife is first. Everything else is secondary. Being in chastity has reinforced the bond with my wife—a connection already strong—and brought us even closer through this shared enjoyment. We both like playing together, and I love how it's impacted our dynamic. I can't picture returning to life without being keyheld. For us, chastity is and always will be a thoroughly enjoyable MUTUAL journey. Here are the stats: Last release - Sunday, March 3. JB continuous wear since – Uncaged as of March 3.

Thank you for taking the time to re-write that, I enjoyed reading that on a lazy snowy morning.

Just a short update today. I got back from South America last Friday as planned, and immediately went back into caged status that evening. I was a bit tired from the trip, and went to bed early. I was fast asleep by 9:00 PM. Even though the trip back is not all that long, I had to get up at 4:00 to make my 6:00 flight so I could make my 9:00 connection back to the US. At the time, I thought that was the reason for my tiredness, but I later found I was mistaken. One plus to the trip was that when I called home on Tuesday night (after arriving in South America on Monday), my wife explicitly gave me permission to masturbate. As we had just made love the previous Sunday night, it came as a completely unexpected (but very, very welcome) surprise. When you haven't played with yourself in a while, it's really amazing just how GOOD it feels! There I was, stroking my erect cock and enjoying every second of it. I intentionally slowed down several times just so I could enjoy the feeling longer. On Saturday, my second day home, I woke up early and just couldn't restrain myself. I gently woke up Mrs. KHH by caressing her until she drifted into semi-alertness, then asked her very quietly if I could go down on her. After not being able to do so for a week, it was something I really wanted to do. She drowsily agreed, and helped me slip off her panties as I moved down between her legs. It was really blissful for me to get reacquainted with her pussy after almost a full week, as I gently licked and nibbled my way all around her pussy. When I say "gently" I mean feather-like licks. Not enough to really get her riled up early in the morning, just enough to quench my appetite. It was at least a half hour before I finally came up, to mama's now smiling face. I moved next to her and spent some more time caressing her through her cami top, and we enjoyed the early morning together. When I finally got out of bed, I felt strangely fatigued and sore all over, like my whole body had been in a weird position for a long time. I didn't pay too much attention to it as I got into a long, hot shower. Later Saturday, however, the soreness and achiness hadn't gone away, in spite of a couple ibuprofin. Then I discovered the root cause of my ailment.... The diarrhea began... UUUHHHHHGGGGGHHHHH Something I ate on Thursday night in South America came back to haunt me. Now normally I've got the proverbial cast iron stomach and nothing really bugs me (no pun intended). So this must have been unusual. I can only attribute it to the tabouli I ate at the arabic restaurant on Thursday night. Everything else was very well cooked. The diarrhea continued... Not the constant, run to the bathroom because your intestines are going to explode diarrhea (thank GOD!), but just the "I have to go to the bathroom 8 times per day" variety. And so it continued, into Sunday, with me eating very little, drinking scads of water, and trying to rest. Needless to say, nothing happened on either Saturday night or Sunday night, although I remained caged the entire time. On Monday I had to go into the office, but was feeling a hundred times better. I was able to eat a decent breakfast (albeit a bland one), and was able to get through the entire day with no real issues. By the time I got home on Monday evening, I felt almost completely normal. Went to bed Monday night feeling a bit frisky. I hadn't cum since last Tuesday night (self-induced), and really wasn't expecting anything to happen. But I wanted to show mama some loving as I had neglected her while I was ill. When we were done reading at about 10:00, I leaned over and began caressing her. After a short while, she asked if I wanted to spend some time playing with her breasts. Of course I did! She removed her top and rolled over toward me, and I scooted over next to her and began sucking on one nipple while teasing her other breast with my hand. After a while, I moved over to her other breast and began sucking gently at her nipple. I've said before that her nipples are connected directly to her pussy. Excitement in one place invariably leads to excitement in the other. No exception in this case as she sighed, rolled over, got the key to my cage, and unlocked me. After being ill, it took a few minutes for her to stroke me to full erection, and she then sucked me for a few seconds, which built my arousal even more. She then slipped off her panties and straddled me for a short cowgirl ride. I confess I didn't last long. I DID ask for her permission to cum, which she gave me, and with only a few strokes more, I had a pleasurable (but not memorable) orgasm. I spent Monday night uncaged, but when I took my shower this morning, I put my cage back on and presented myself to Mrs. KHH so she could click the lock shut. So in my journey of chastity, as you read through my posts, you find the truly memorable as well as the mundane. The sometimes biblically orgasmic events as well as the meat-and-potatos. I guess it's like that for all of us. It's not at all like the online fantasies would suggest. Sometimes it's a truly mind-bending experience, and other times it's quite ordinary. Kind of like life in general, I suspect... And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, March 11. JB continuous wear since - March 12.

A short post this (early) afternoon. I've noticed that I seem to get more and more horny, faster and faster. When we first began our chastity journey, it seemed like I could go for a pretty long period without getting "over the top" horny. Now that we've been at it for a while, it takes only a few days. Not that I mind, the feeling - while almost indescribable - is a nice one. Now Mrs. KHH isn't "mean" in any way either. She likes sex, everything about it. Even though she's quite vanilla in her preferences, regular sex is important to her (and therefore to me as well). So in contrast to many others, it's not likely that I'll spend extended periods in chastity, or even extended periods between orgasms. Doesn't matter to me, doesn't matter to US. Every couple is different, and what we do works for US. We like it that way. Maybe we'll change the "rules of our game" at some point in the future, but then again, maybe we won't. That's the beauty of our chastity journey - doing what WE like, without feeling any pressure to "keep up with the Joneses." Last night, after having been in chastity for only a few days, we enjoyed a nice, mellow playing session. Mrs. KHH was really tired the past couple of evenings, so nothing happened whatsoever. That's one thing that made last night so much fun for me. We both spent yesterday taking care of a long list of household errands, mine including moving everything out of our living room and waxing the wood floor. When the wax dried, I put down a new 11 X 17 foot wool carpet that we had bought a while back as part of our broader, informal "upgrade the house" plan. Only then was I able to get all the furniture moved back into the living room. Then came the task of removing the old drapes and rods, and hanging new ones. Nothing particularly difficult, just time consuming with some awkward and heavy furniture moving. So last night we were just chilling in bed, reading and watching the TV. Because I hadn't done it for a while, I really wanted to go down on my wife. Nothing weird, I just love having my head between her thighs licking, kissing, and nuzzling her pussy for long periods of time. Even if she doesn't get aroused to the point of orgasm, it makes her feel really nice. So last night, I told her that I wanted to, and she gave me the OK. It was about 45 minutes later that I finally came up for air, my face covered with her juices and by nose filled with the aroma that I love so much. My goal was not to make her cum, just to allow her to enjoy herself. Success.... Shortly after that, without fanfare, she unlocked and removed my cage, then rotated my base ring out of the way, then began giving me a most fulfilling hand job. I was fully erect in no time at tall, and her stroking of my cock felt so nice. Alternately fast and slow, hard and soft. Yes.... very nice. She then moved down and took me in her mouth. My excitement and arousal continued to grow as she sucked, nibbled, and licked me all over. She hasn't sucked me to completion for a while, so the different sensations were fantastic, and I could have cum very quickly. But again, she alternated everything and kept me on the edge for a long time. Without warning, she began really working me, and I felt my orgasm beginning to build. I told her that I was going to cum soon, and asked if I could have her permission. She didn't answer verbally, but redoubled her efforts, and I was rewarded with a MOST enjoyable orgasm that continued for a long time. Why? Because she could. Mrs. KHH knows that she controls my orgasms, and that my cage helps her to preserve that control. I don't cum without her permission. No ifs, ands, or buts. It's the way WE want it, and it's the way it is. She's told me several times that sometimes she just likes to suck my cock, just like she sometimes likes to feel me cum inside her. Last night was one of those nights. Last night was new for us in that it was the first time that she's ever made me cum without first taking my cage completely off (including the base ring). It made it very easy for me to get things secured again when we were all done. rotating the pin of the base ring back to the top, slipping the cage over my shrinking penis, and working the hasp of the lock through the holes in the cage and base ring pin was very easy and didn't take more than a minute. So a nice, relaxing and fulfilling evening for both of us. And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, March 16. JB continuous wear since - March 16.

Haven't updated for almost a week, and thought it time. Kind of funny. I re-read some of my earlier posts, and in one of them mused that I probably wouldn't update very often. Not that I'm a daily updater in any way, but I get these thoughts from time to time ..... So yesterday, I got this wild idea to calculate how many days I've been in chastity in my Jailbird since it arrived. So being that anally retentive, analytical person I am, I created an Excel spreadsheet to calculate the total. The Jailbird arrived way back when on January 18, and I went into it right away. Including today, that's 64 days ago (boy, time passes when you're having fun, doesn't it?:roll: ). According to my calculations, I've been caged for 44 of those days. This is just under 69% of the time. I've updated the stats at the end of all of my posts to reflect this. So I was laying in bed last night, feeling somewhat horny around 10:00. Normal lights-out time for me (it's hell to get old, isn't it??). But I was feeling horny. Mrs. KHH was reading her Kindle next to me (you did get the part where I said I was feeling horny, right??). I rolled over to her and asked her if I could lick her pussy. "Not right now, thank you." was her quiet response as she continued to read (again, you DID get the part where I said I was horny??). DAMN. Shot down in flames. So I'm laying there in semi-darkness, horny as all get out with my cock aroused and swelling in its cage, and mama is calmly lying next to me reading. Tossed and turned for about a half hour, being kept awake by the combination of pressure from my swollen cock in its cage and the emotional frustration I was feeling at being rejected. At about 10:30, Mrs. KHH turned off her Kindle and her light and rolled to her back. Wide awake, I pounced on the opportunity, rolled over toward her, and began caressing her breasts through her cami top. A few minutes later, I felt her spread her legs a bit, which I took as my cue to begin caressing her pussy through her panties. 20 minutes of stroking later, I asked her again if I could go down on her. To my great relief, she said yes, but then told me that she would probably fall asleep. Some of you might think that odd. But for us, there are many kinds of pussy licking. There's the "make me cum now" pussy licking at one end of the spectrum, and there's the "lick me softly and gently to relax me while I go to sleep" pussy licking at the other end. So basically, she told me what she wanted. And, as horny as I was, I was MORE THAN HAPPY to oblige. For me, it's a true pleasure to bury my head between her thighs. I could lick her like this for HOURS! So I licked, gently and lightly. Sometimes barely touching her with my tongue. For a LONG time. HEAVEN!!! She didn't fall asleep. She began to slowly get aroused, and I could feel her hips moving. Not much, just enough to let me know that she was enjoying what I was doing. But all good things must end. She reached down with both hands, gently grabbed my head, and pulled me up so I was kneeling between her legs with my hands on either side of her torso. With one hand I pulled up her cami top and began kissing and sucking her erect nipples. She's told me many times that these are connected directly to her pussy, so I though she would enjoy it as I was. Side to side, from one nipple to the other. Licking, sucking, nibbling, gently biting. In the back of my mind, I was thinking about what it would feel like to be wearing our strap on while in this position, and to just have a couple of inches of the dildo in her while I was playing with her nipples that way. I asked her if she wanted me to get the strap on, and she told me no, not tonight. So I contented myself with another 5 minutes of nipple play while she relaxed under me. When I was all done, it was late. My unfulfilled horniness was still there, but for some reason, it didn't seem so urgent anymore. I felt a bit relaxed. It's Friday, Mrs. KHH just got home from work (I'm working at home). She's putting groceries in the refrigerator as I finish this post. Wonder what'll happen tonight? And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, March 16. JB continuous wear since - March 16. Total days of JB Ownership: 64. Total days caged: 44.

What went down on Friday evening? Honestly, not much. I headed to bed at my usual hour, secretly hoping for either a release and O or even just a T&D session. But neither happened. Mrs. KHH remained downstairs occupied with something that probably involved TV and her Kindle, though I can't say for certain. By 11:30, sleep finally claimed me, leaving me frustrated yet full of desire. That must be the essence of chastity, right? The act of handing over authority over your penis and orgasms to another person—specifically my devoted wife in this case. Saturday morning brought a much better mood. I was still horny but completely free of grumpiness. It seemed like a mental shift that resolved while I slept, and honestly, I’m glad it did. Saturday gave me plenty of time to reflect on Friday night’s feelings, which had left me with a touch of guilt for feeling so restless. I tried to make amends to Mama, even though she was unaware of the inner turmoil. I focused on doing things for her proactively—holding her occasionally and reminding her that I loved her. As always, I spent some time browsing my favorite Tumblr chastity sites. Maybe one day I’ll share them with Mrs. KHH, but I hesitate because most feature dynamics far more intense than what suits me. No judgment to anyone else’s fetishes; it is their right to feel as they do. Still, I wish there were "gentler" options on Tumblr for us. I don’t have endless free time with my other commitments, but perhaps I’ll create a space tailored specifically to MY preferences. Hmmm. That gives me something to consider... Chastity excites me, and it is increasingly arousing Mrs. KHH as we journey forward together in this exploration. Well, I must have done right by Saturday because when bedtime approached, Mrs. KHH announced she was going to wear some sexy lingerie for me. Instant erection (okay, instant LIMITED erection). She disappeared into the bathroom, shut the door, and I heard the shower begin. I waited... and waited... and waited, growing hornier with each passing moment. My imagination ran wild. Then suddenly, a wave of deep submission washed over me. I was torn: stay in bed or act on these overpowering submissive urges? The urge to submit won out just as the shower stopped. After waiting no more than another minute or two, I rose from bed. I retrieved my cuffs from the nightstand and fastened them around my wrists. When I say "cuffs," I don’t mean police-style handcuffs; I mean individual wrist bands connected by a snap ring. I also grabbed one of our tethers and attached it to the front of my cage. Then, I placed one of our "show" pillows on the floor outside the bathroom and knelt upon it, head lowered with hands positioned in front of me. Just as I settled into this pose, she opened the bathroom door and stepped out. She stopped directly before me. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or surprised because my gaze remained fixed downward. We stood like that for perhaps 30 seconds—doing absolutely nothing. Then, I began kissing her feet, ankles, and calves, alternating sides. This continued for a long while as I gradually moved upward toward her thighs and hips. She wore the most glorious black lingerie. So incredibly sexy. I still didn’t look up. My eyes stayed focused on where my lips were working—licking and kissing her. It felt so right, so sensual, so erotic. She reached down, placing a hand on either side of my head, then gently pulled me upward into a standing position with soft pressure. I stood directly in front of her but still avoided eye contact. I continued kissing and licking her upper chest and neck—one of her erogenous zones—finding it incredibly kissable. She turned me around so my back faced hers and clipped my cuffs together behind me. Leaning forward slightly, she whispered, "I want you to lick my pussy now." She guided me toward the side of our bed. I asked if she preferred lying down or sitting on the edge while I knelt beside her. Usually, she lies in bed, but this time she chose the edge with me kneeling next to it. As I positioned another pillow beside the bed, she slipped her lingerie panties down and gently guided my knees between hers. As I drew closer to her pussy, I noticed how wet she was. I felt absolutely perfect—a blend of horniness, submission, and love. She sat on the edge of the bed while reclining as I moved further between her thighs, nuzzling her pussy. I always cherish that first taste. She lifted one leg over my shoulder and pulled me closer with her lower leg, leaving the other dangling off the bed’s edge. While eager for her to cum, I definitely intended to take my time and enjoy myself fully. But she was clearly turned on as well, so it wasn’t long before her hips began moving in that telltale rhythm signaling an impending orgasm. Seconds later, her pussy swelled and pulsed; the orgasm arrived. This wasn’t one of those earth-shattering, multi-minute events but rather a shorter, more intense burst. As it peaked, I softened my licking and shifted focus to other areas, knowing she becomes incredibly sensitive—almost painfully so—during climax. A minute later, she began recovering. Afterward, she sat up, grasped my head, and guided me until our eyes met for the first time that evening. "Now it's your turn," she whispered as I rose to my feet. She turned us around so I stood on the edge of the bed while she remained standing beside it. Gently pushing me back into a reclined position with hands still cuffed behind her, she retrieved the key to my cage, unlocked it, and removed both the cage and base ring together, setting them aside on the nightstand. She then stroked me until I was erect before alternately stroking and sucking while standing beside our bed, leaning over me. GOD IT FELT SO GOOD! After a few minutes of this, she climbed onto the bed and moved between my legs. She continued her attention-building pattern—lifting me up, lowering me down, repeating endlessly without ever taking me fully to the edge, just partway there, again and again. Finally, she kept pushing me higher on that roller coaster. My excitement mounted as arousal built within me until she finally allowed me to cum. It felt like exploding. I sensed it starting and told her while she had me in her mouth. She not only sucked harder but also moved her tongue around the tip of my penis in a way designed to maximize pleasure—and it worked perfectly.:D When I finished, she rested beside me and quietly whispered, "I love you." That said everything. A few more minutes passed before I was released from the cuffs; we snuggled together, and I felt incredibly content. I asked if she wanted me to put my cage back on. Somewhat dreamily, she replied, "No, you can stay out for tonight." It is Monday morning now. I reattached the cage yesterday (Sunday) before showering and have worn it continuously since then. We’ve both caught colds (DAMN that local weather—howling winds and chills). She also started her period yesterday. I’m heading out later this week for a short domestic business trip lasting two nights, followed by a return to South America next week. So I’ll be cycling in and out of my cage over the next couple of weeks or so. In my last post, I mentioned tracking how many days I’ve spent caged since acquiring my Jailbird. Although I was uncaged overnight on Saturday night, I won’t count that day toward my total. That will likely become my "rule": If I am uncaged and achieve an O for myself during that time, the day doesn't count. And here are the numbers: Last O - Saturday, March 23. JB continuous wear since - March 24. Total days of JB Ownership: 67. another day spent in the cage: 46.

I returned from my domestic business trip around 6:15 PM yesterday. Before I even had time to carry my bag upstairs to unpack, my wife walked over, rested her head beside mine, and whispered that I should put my cage on right away. Instant erection. I took the bag upstairs, left it on the bed, retrieved my Jailbird from the nightstand, went into the bathroom, dropped my trousers, and applied it. Getting the base ring on was slightly tricky because of the arousal, but a little lotion helped me succeed. Putting the cage itself in place required a bit more effort and time, but eventually secured safely. I threaded the lock through the holes in the cage and the base-ring pin, then clicked it shut. Only after that did I unpack and toss the dirty laundry into the basket. A few minutes later, I came downstairs as Mrs. KHH was preparing to leave for our favorite spot to pick up pizza for #4 son's birthday. #2 son and his fiancée were also expected to join us, while #3 son had already gone to work. As she prepared to head out the door, Mrs. KHH subtly stepped in front of me, felt my crotch to confirm I was indeed caged, gave a slight nod, cleared her throat with a glance at me, and walked out. Such a non-sexual gesture, but it drove me wild with arousal. Nothing much happened last night aside from some caressing of her breasts while she read. Mrs. KHH is in the final days of her period and hasn't been feeling well. She's navigating menopause symptoms; her periods have become incredibly irregular after being so regular they could serve as an international time standard, rivaling the Cesium clock at the Naval Observatory. It drives her mad. Plus she has other typical menopausal signs—hot flashes, fatigue, body aches, etc. But she is tough and I love her dearly. I offer backrubs and "full body" rubs whenever possible, and she sometimes accepts. Not always, but often. Swear to you, massaging and caressing her from head to toe for an hour benefits me just as much as it does her, and it feels good knowing that with my chastity status, things don't have to go further (oh my, that sounded very "Devotional Sex"-like of me, didn't it??). Anyway, I'm home for three nights before heading off to South America for about a week. Not sure if anything will happen between now and then. It might, or it might not. That's up to Mrs. KHH. But feeling quite romantic right now, so one way or another, SHE'S going to receive plenty of affection. I was browsing some threads on this forum, which prompted me to post today. Not sure why, but every thread I checked seemed themed around "what is the longest you've ever been locked-up" or something similar. For me it's interesting reading, and I already know I'll never stay locked up longer than about 3 weeks due to my South American project that requires a week-long trip there each month. However, even if I weren't traveling so often, I don't think I'd be locked for very long periods. Not that I control it entirely, but it's just an intuition. That's not the kind of journey Mrs. KHH and I are on. She is quite vanilla as they come, and keeping me caged adds a sort of "thrill" to our otherwise ordinary lives. Having me locked-up constantly reminds her of her control over me. She has always held my emotional leash, but this gives her physical dominance too. Plus it's just FUN!:D Some of the teasing she does is simultaneously amusing and highly arousing. Playful? Absolutely. Spicy? You betcha. Maybe "SPICY" is the right word for our journey in fact - 'cause that's what chastity adds to us—a bit of habanero heat. With that said, why do I still include my "numbers tracker" at the end of these posts nowadays? Seems a bit contradictory... No strong reason other than it satisfies my curiosity and because as an engineer (like many others here), I'm somewhat anal-retentive. Or maybe I track them to keep a running tally of the "average cost per day in chastity" to ensure good ROI on my Jailbird investment (Woo Hoo - down to $5.92 per day today):!:;) Cheers, All. And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, March 23. JB continuous wear since - March 24. Total days of JB Ownership: 72. Total days caged: 49.

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > That's not the kind of journey Mrs. KHH and I are on. And that is what it is all about. Glad you are having fun.

Whew... Back from South America. It's always weird traveling back to the cool/cold weather of the mid-Atlantic region after being in a place where it was 85 degrees, sunny, and humid. I was out of my cage for a few days while in Houston for a trip, then back in for about three days over the weekend, then out again for an entire work week during my South America stay. Mrs. KHH was away when I returned from my SA trip, which was probably good because I reeked after nearly 24 hours of airports and planes. It was unusual because I had to take a completely weird return itinerary due to full flights on the outbound leg. Instead of a "straight line" back, it amounted to a great circle—more than doubling the distance. I also spent most of 11 hours in layovers. Never comfortable, and I really hate lingering in airports, especially when tired. In contrast to my trip down, however, at least on the flights back I managed some sleep so wasn't completely exhausted. Upon arriving home, I unpacked and jumped straight into the shower—except I put on my cage first. Without even thinking, because deep down I knew if I stepped in uncaged, my hand would immediately go to my penis resulting in an unauthorized orgasm. Pavlovian conditioning, I think... Lots of relaxing, hot water running over the body, uncaged, slippery stuff readily available... you figure it out. So I cleaned up while successfully preserving my virtue. Mama came home with daughter from a sporting event and we had dinner. Nothing afterwards because I was ready to crash. She was downstairs reading or doing something; I went to bed at 9:30, read for maybe 10 minutes, and fell asleep instantly. Woke up Saturday morning feeling completely refreshed, internal batteries fully recharged, and ready to go. Did lots of little things during the day and even had time to read a bit—something I love but rarely have time for. Mrs. KHH and I planned a date night on Saturday. Nothing too complex, just a relaxing dinner and a movie away from the kids. We left at 5:30 for dinner to allow plenty of travel, eating, and relaxation before the 8:00 show. The restaurant was a bit crowded but nothing terrible. I don't go out to US restaurants very often (honestly, the LAST thing I want when returning home from business trips is to eat in restaurants every night; I prefer GOING OUT), so I noticed how noisy it was. It was Saturday night with many families present. During dinner, I was reminded several times that I was caged as I shifted in my chair and got little "tweaks." But it felt wonderful looking across the table at my wife—without the kids! I kept thinking to myself, "have to do this more often." Finished dinner with plenty of time left and walked around outside. A bit cool, but conveniently the restaurant is very close (about 100 yards) from the theater. We had ample time, so it was just nice to chill. Got into the theater early enough. Mrs. KHH bought tickets online ahead of time, so no line worries. In fact, staff were finishing cleaning up after the previous showing, so we queued briefly outside. The movie was the *Jurassic Park* remake in 3D on an IMax screen. Having seen the original and being very impressed then, I must say I DON'T recommend the remake. 3D didn't improve it much for me; perhaps because I've watched it so many times that there were no surprises around the next corner... We got home after the movie at about 10:30. Once cleaned up and in bed, Mrs. KHH opened her Kindle to read, and I immediately asked, "Is there something I can do for you while you read?" Her affirmative response and rolling onto her back was my cue to prepare for some oral loving. No, I'm NOT going into great detail about our exploits over the next hour and a half other than saying I enjoyed myself thoroughly, as did Mrs. KHH. You'll gather from the numbers at the end that there was no resultant O for me, and I never left my cage. But Mama slept very well when all was said and done, which to me is reward enough. And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, March 23. JB continuous wear since - April 5. Total days of JB Ownership: 80. Total days caged: 52.

No prurient tales of monkey sex in this post... Last night I got really horny. Mrs. KHH was asleep when I came upstairs to bed after a wonderful family dinner. Son #2 and his fiancée joined us, we had grilled hamburgers with lots of "barbeque" sides alongside them. Everyone had a great time. The kids (6 including my son's fiancée—it’s sometimes hard to think of a 25-year-old as a "kid") played board games after dinner. I dozed a bit but woke up past midnight feeling incredibly horny. I woke Mrs. KHH and we ended up having a beautiful lovemaking session. I woke this morning, took a shower, and without even thinking put on and locked my chastity cage again. I've been pondering that ever since.... What is it so powerful that it can completely overwhelm my otherwise analytical and logical psyche to get me to lock my penis in a stainless steel cage with nary a thought? In many ways, it's like an addiction (never tried drugs, moderate alcohol user, non-smoker—so I guess calling it "addiction" is based on reading about addictions...). Frankly, I feel "at ease" and less stressed when caged. Strange that. No intellectually valid reason for the stress reduction. Never cheated, never wanted to. My eyes are only for my wife. Not really interested in porn—it gets old quickly. When Mrs. KHH unlocked me last night, I was very tempted to BEG her NOT to unlock me. How bizarre is that? I *crave *orgasms with her, but at the same time I *crave *not being able to orgasm. Being pulled in two opposing directions feels a bit disconcerting. Don't get me wrong; I love the feeling of the cage against my skin and the pressure when aroused but unable to achieve an erection greater than two inches. I absolutely adore it when my wife leans over at night and teases my skin with her fingertips. But then there's the feeling of having an orgasm.... But how does that explain desire for denial versus desire to orgasm? Maybe one half is driven by biological urges while the other is emotional? I've read many of Sarah Jameson's eMail notes (yes, I'm subscribed but never bought anything). She talks a lot about men craving denial, though in her free notes she doesn't elaborate further. Perhaps she explains more in her books and paid literature—I don't know nor care to find out. As part of my journey with my wife, I think I need to explore further—to figure this out for myself. Glad I have such an understanding and thoughtful wife. The chastity experience is *thoroughly *enjoyable, but "inquiring minds want to know..." Sitting here as we speak, locked in my Jailbird, pondering. And I don't think I'm alone. It's easy to just "go with the flow" and accept it—no harm done—and my wife and I are doing something we both manifestly enjoy. But I really want to understand what's happening inside my head. Is that so wrong or unusual? If I reach any earth-shattering conclusions, you can rest assured I'll share them! Cheers, And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, April 7. JB continuous wear since - April 8. Total days of JB Ownership: 81. Total days caged: 52.

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > When Mrs. KHH unlocked me last night, I was very, very tempted to BEG her to NOT unlock me. How bizarre is that? > I *crave *orgasms with her, but at the same time I *crave *not being able to orgasm. Being pulled in two opposing directions is a bit disconcerting. I feel the same way. One night I told my wife that for me it's like dieting. You are tempted and eat a piece of cake after dinner, but shortly after finishing you feel let down because you gave into temptation.

Reflecting some more on the dichotomy of craving chastity but also craving orgasm. There are many factors flying around inside my head that I THINK could be impacting my thinking: - My desire to give everything I am and have to my loving wife, and most importantly to give her something tangible representing my love and sacrifice for her. - My desire to ensure she completely understands intuitively my willingness and intent to focus on her pleasure rather than my own. - Simple masochism and submissiveness (but I don't consider myself particularly masochistic; in day-to-day life, people see me as a pretty aggressive, outgoing guy with a type "A" personality). - The arousal and happiness I feel when "giving up control." - The physical feeling of the Jailbird surrounding my penis is really nice most of the time (of course when an erection begins, some of that "niceness" fades quickly!). - The "closeness" and excitement with my wife when she randomly unlocks my cage and starts playing. - The anticipation and uncertainty not knowing what will happen whenever we are near each other (not just at night in bed). Will she roll over and sleep? Play for a while then tell me to get locked up again? Go further? Where will it end? WILL it end?? And many more. I like thinking about this. I read posts on this board almost every day, even though I don't often offer my own updates or responses. Not sure if others do this too, but I really reflect on what people say and try—in my mind—to "read between the lines" of their meaning. The feelings are very hard to describe, perhaps because I haven't grown up articulating them well and lack experience in that regard. But they're nice, albeit somewhat tumultuous at times! I read Locked4her55's response to my previous post immediately before this one and found it somewhat humorous because it is certainly true. The diet analogy works well. Her simple description of temptation and the let-down/guilt succinctly captures many of my feelings. But not all... And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, April 7. JB continuous wear since - April 8. Total days of JB Ownership: 83. Total days caged: 54.

My last post was just under a week ago. Mrs. KHH and I have had a busy weekend since then. On Friday night, we played for about two hours, and on Saturday evening for around an hour. During the day on Saturday, she mentioned she started her period. She seemed frustrated because her cycles have been quite erratic over the last few months. Sometimes she goes six to eight weeks without one, or gets a much longer-than-usual bleed, or has only a two-week gap between them—sometimes both. Friday night was fantastic! Even though I couldn't cum, we had plenty of oral sex (me pleasing her) and some strap-on action (again, me giving the pleasure). Surprisingly, she said she likes the shorter dildo that comes with our Vac-u-Lock harness better! We own a 7.5-inch one and a 6-inch one. Mrs. KHH has told me before that the longer one wasn't her favorite, so I proposed we try the shorter one to see if it was more suitable. She made it very clear once we started: she wanted only the short one for now. They have the same width; the length is the only difference. For my part, what I loved most was being allowed to go down on her for what felt like forever. More than half of our two-hour session Friday night involved me with my head between her legs, gently and thoroughly licking her. My goal was obviously to stretch out the time (selfishly, since I enjoy it so much) rather than rushing her toward an orgasm. As you know, she is very sensitive after climaxing, and what she dislikes most is for me to continue licking her no matter how softly my tongue works. Now, however, I am denied again while her period continues. Given our age, she thinks the irregularity in her cycles points to menopause coming on soon. That makes sense to me, but it doesn't mean I have to enjoy being locked up during that time. The Jailbird fir The device has arrived, and Mrs. KHH was hesitant to keep me confined for longer than a day or two. She would tell me verbally that she wanted me to sleep without it. After about a month, the "hesitation period" shortened to just a week. In an earlier post, I mentioned how she went to her mother's house for 9 days. Back then, I believe that was the longest stretch I had been locked in the Jailbird, and she let me out fairly quickly upon returning home. Now it seems she is at ease keeping me confined for longer durations. During this current period, I have already spent seven consecutive days in confinement, and considering her menstrual cycle, there is a high chance my confinement will last much longer still. I must say that the "novelty" of the Jailbird appears to have faded; she seems quite content keeping me locked up for as long as she desires. I would guess she doesn't even give it thought during the day, though I know that isn't entirely accurate. Just when I felt I had her figured out, she approached me one morning while I was reading the newspaper in the kitchen and displayed a new, delicate necklace featuring a pendant key - which I immediately recognized as the key for the new lock on my Jailbird. Speaking of locks, she swapped out the bulky Master Lock I previously used for a brand-new, gleaming heart-shaped one. Because of the pin and cage geometry, the lock still needs to be inserted sideways, but yes, I am wearing a Jailbird chastity cage secured with this heart-shaped lock. Hmmm.... No further updates regarding my dilemma between maintaining chastity versus achieving orgasm. I'm still pondering it. In the meantime, I continue browsing the forum almost daily and reading all the new posts with interest. The maximum duration for which I could remain in confinement is 27 days due to an upcoming scheduled trip to South America (counting from my current seven days). I don't necessarily HOPE to stay locked up that long, but the choice lies outside of me - as WE desire. And here are the stats: Last release - Sunday, April 7. JB continuous wear started since - April 8. Total JB Ownership days: 88. Total caged days: 59.

A bit of context and a query for everyone: I absolutely adore performing oral sex on Mrs. KHH. Spending long stretches (literally hours) with my face nestled between her legs is one of life's great pleasures for me—licking, sucking, kissing, teasing... Since I started wearing the Jailbird, that old craving has skyrocketed to levels never seen before—not because my wife minds, mind you. She actually seems quite content with how things are;) However, when Mrs. KHH gets her period and forbids it, it feels like withdrawal for me. I experience a powerful emotional, psychological, and physical reaction that only settles once she grants me another "fix." Am I the only one feeling this way? What about you all? And here are my stats: Last O - Sunday, April 7. JB continuous wear since - April 8. Total days of JB Ownership: 89. Total days caged: 60.

. Just when I felt I had her figured out, she approached me one morning while I was reading the newspaper in the kitchen and displayed a new, delicate necklace featuring a pendant key - which I immediately recognized as the key for the new lock on my Jailbird. Speaking of locks, she swapped out the bulky Master Lock I previously used for a brand-new, gleaming heart-shaped one. Because of the pin and cage geometry, the lock still needs to be inserted sideways, but yes, I am wearing a Jailbird chastity cage secured with this heart-shaped lock. Hmmm.... No further updates regarding my dilemma between maintaining chastity versus achieving orgasm. I'm still pondering it. In the meantime, I continue browsing the forum almost daily and reading all the new posts with interest. The maximum duration for which I could remain in confinement is 27 days due to an upcoming scheduled trip to South America (counting from my current seven days). I don't necessarily HOPE to stay locked up that long, but the choice lies outside of me - as WE desire. And here are the stats: Last release - Sunday, April 7. JB continuous wear started since - April 8. Total JB Ownership days: 88. Total caged days: 59.

A thought popped into my head after my last post. I guess it is related to my recent posts about trying to "find the meaning of life" as it relates to being in chastity. As males of the species, do we take our orgasms for granted once we get married? Until I started wearing a chastity cage openly, Mrs. KHH never "denied" me overtly. Of course, she said "not tonight" when she was having her period... But in almost 27 years of married life, I can't ever remember her denying me for exotic / erotic / punishment reasons. Or for any other reasons - other than the aforementioned "monthlies." And if we get to orgasm whenever we want, does it diminish the emotional "contract" that goes with it? I've got a physical, emotional, and spiritual bond with my wife. A "contract" so to speak. Our lovemaking represents a physical manifestation and renewal of that bond. And if I "rub one out" whenever I feel like it, is it a breach of that contract?:?::?::?: Does being in chastity, with her holding the key represent a "leveling of the playing field" in which she gets more / total control over that renewal? With her as the instigator of our lovemaking activities after all these years, am I finally at the point where I WANT to share more control over the contract?? Hmmm. This bears thinking about some more. Especially after the "renewal" of last night...;) And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, April 19. JB continuous wear since - April 20. Total days of JB Ownership: 93. Total days caged: 63.

Howdy all... Looking through my posts today and I find it's been almost two weeks since my last. Of course, "real life" got in the way for a while... I just got back (a 13.5-hour plane ride) from a work-related trip where sites like this are blocked... I was there for just about a week, and I had 2 days warning before I had to go. Oh well. Them's the breaks I guess. But even before the trip, there was no spectactular news. Mrs. KHH and I are continuing to explore together, and we're enjoying the exploration immensely. When I got back from my trip this morning, the only thing I wanted to do was to take a shower. It's amazing how "grungy" you feel after spending a loooooonnnng time on an airplane, even though there's nothing there to really get you "dirty." I was up all day long, then had a midnight takeoff for the flight (a true "redeye"). Having been awake for so long, it was pretty easy for me to go to sleep after a few hours. After takeoff, dinner wsa offered right away. Neither of the entrees sounded particularly appetizing so I did without. Watched a movie in my incredibly uncomfortable seat. Probably 4 hours after takeoff, somewhere over eastern Europe and 4:30 AM in the time zone where I took off, I crashed. Of course you can never sleep "well" in an airplane, but rest is rest. I woke up about an hour and a quarter before landing, somewhere over Maine and just in time for breakfast. Arrival, immigration, and customs were event-free with short lines and minimal delays, and traffic was negligible (thank GOD for that!), so I arrived home tired but stress free. I came downstairs after the aforementioned shower feeling a million times better but knowing that I have a lot to do today and will probably be really tired a bit later. I put my cage back on following my shower but left the lock open, and came downstairs. Mrs. KHH, who was eating breakfast at the time, immediately told me that she wanted to ensure that my cage was on and told me that she wanted to click the lock shut. The two kids in the house at the time were still fast asleep, so I "dropped trou" right there and she clicked the lock shut with a bit of a smirk on her face, then went right back to eating her breakfast. Why do I foresee some frustration this evening? In case you're wondering, I was very, very good on the trip while I was unlocked. Never a temptation to "self gratify" but that's probably because I was incredibly tired every night. Not jet lag tired, physically and mentally exhausted every night. Jet lag doesn't bother me usually, even when I cross many time zones. No, this was all work-related tiredness and I had no problems sleeping every night. In any case, I'm baaaaccckkk! Cheers And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, April 19. JB continuous wear since - May 3. Total days of JB Ownership: 106. Total days caged: 71.

So here I am, sitting at the kitchen table where I’ve been working all day. As I mentioned, I was "out of town" last week in a place that is both hot and sandy. Fortunately, it’s the time of year when the heat isn’t too bad ... yet. Tomorrow I’m heading back to South America for just a few days (which will be nice). Then NO TRAVEL for at least three weeks (until after Memorial Day at least) because of some significant family events. GOD IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME! To those who aren’t road warriors, be grateful. To those who are ... well, my heart goes out to you all because I know how tough it can be. I once added up the numbers: I’ve been married for 26 and a half years. If you tally every time I’ve traveled (yes, as you already know, I’m anal-retentive and keep track of such things), I’ve spent just about nine years away from my wife. Over 3,200 days and nights away from the woman I love. Not to mention being away from the kids. Enough of my travails for now. I spent a most glorious hour yesterday evening with my head between Mrs. KHH’s thighs. We went to bed early, and she was watching some new movie while reclining comfortably. I had been reading on my tablet for about half an hour... Sidebar: if any of you are science fiction fans, I highly recommend that you go to: Baen books (the publisher) used to periodically release CDs containing many of their titles. These CDs were inserted into some new releases. Baen is a very progressive company and decided that A) It would be GOOD if the contents of these CDs were made freely available to anyone (as long as you don’t try to sell them) and B) That the content should be DRM-free. At the site above, you can download the CD contents and extract MANY sci-fi stories, including entire series from Baen. Their logic was that once they got you "hooked" on a storyline, you’d be much more inclined to buy new releases from those same authors (it worked for me!). The content at the site above is authorized by Baen. I’d also recommend checking out the Baen Free Library at: ... =207192592 But back to my point... I turned off and put down my tablet, reached over without a word, and pulled down Mama’s panties. Obviously, with me locked in the cage, there was no doubt about my intent. Mrs. KHH enthusiastically spread her legs and I dove right in... Nope. It didn’t happen that way. Yes, she DID spread her legs, but I had something different in mind - "tongue teasing" to be more precise. I probably spent 15 minutes licking everywhere below the waist EXCEPT for her beautiful pussy. When I finally got around to the mother lode, she was drenched and I was hornier than a two-peckered goat. Good thing for the cage or there would definitely have been some "hanky panky." The next 20 minutes were spent gently caressing her with my tongue, hitting all the spots I know she loves. But my focus remained completely on gentleness and soft touches. Nope. Doesn’t add up to an hour just yet. She reached down with both hands, grabbed me on either side of my head, and pulled me up next to her. We spent perhaps five minutes there just touching one another. It wasn’t long, and I asked if she wanted more licking. She asked if I was getting tired, which I think is why she pulled me up initially. Answering in the negative, I reassured her that I was fine and that if she wanted me to continue, I was more than willing. I certainly didn’t have to twist her arm too far! So back to my labor of love... Another 15 minutes passed and she exploded with one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever seen her experience. Through her entire orgasm, I continued licking gently, trying to prolong her release as much as possible. When she finally relaxed, I moved back up next to her and held her until her breathing steadied. I know it was an hour because I glanced at my bedside clock right before starting and again when I moved back up. But for me, the time was completely irrelevant. The one thing that mattered was that Mama was blissfully happy. The cage comes off no later than tomorrow morning for my trip. More upon my return. And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, April 19. JB continuous wear since - May 3. Total days of JB Ownership: 109. Total days caged: 74.

I guess my "fun and games" of Sunday night after a week away from Mrs. KHH got her thinking... MONDAY night was more of the same, and I was in bliss. Whilst (Gee, I like that word, borrowed from my UK friends) locked in my Jailbird, I spent a glorious half-hour getting mama warmed up. She unlocked me, reasoning that she had to go to work earlier than normal today and wouldn’t have time to unlock me this morning, and began playing with me in earnest. Danger Will Robinson.... Extremely sensitive due to an extended period of not touching. Unrestrained. Leaving on Tuesday. Needless to say, I "perked right up" and was hard-pressed not to throw her to the floor and "have my way" with her... But I resisted. And resisted... And resisted... OK. You got me. I resisted for about a minute and then couldn’t take it anymore. No, I didn’t throw her down, but I did become a bit more proactive (which I suspect she wanted) and rolled her over onto her back before clambering between her legs and sinking into marital heaven. Oh GOD it felt so goooooooodddddd!!!:D:D:D Yes, she was absolutely drenched, and yes, I was very much erect. "Insert Tab A into Slot B" took on a whole new meaning. We engaged in PIV for a while, then separated only briefly before she rolled me onto my back and climbed on top for some cowgirl. This lasted a LOT longer than I expected. Being in chastity has definitely made me more sensitive, but at the same time, I was amazed at how controlled I felt. There was no urgent need to cum brought on by that sensitivity. Is this normal for those of us who are chaste or was this just a one-off? But she finally brought me to the edge with her rocking and rolling hips (apologies to Elvis there). Again, I was amazed at how long she kept me right at the edge before driving me over it. Not earthshattering, but very, very nice. I felt all warm and cozy inside. After separating, we spent some "hug me" time before she went to the bathroom. In many ways, I like that post-lovemaking cuddle time even more than the physical act itself. She came back to bed and we snuggled for a while longer before drifting off to sleep. So I’m uncaged right now, and - even though I was uncaged all last week - I find myself missing the restraint. Hmmm. Back to the "meaning of life" thoughts again. At least I’ll have some personal time to think about it during my flight today. And the numbers: Last O - Monday, May 6 2013. JB continuous wear since - Not currently wearing due to international trip. Total days of JB Ownership: 110. Total days caged: 74.

I'm baaaacccckkk! My trip to South America was only for a couple of days this month - two nights, in fact. I left Tuesday afternoon and got back to the US Thursday afternoon. Of course, I then had to do "battle with the Beltway" as they say around here. The Washington DC Beltway is 66 miles of exceptionally poor civil engineering. Oh, it was probably fine when it first opened decades ago, but it was never really designed for future needs (read: "expansion"), and some traffic flows are truly terrible. Got home, got a shower, and was back in my cage pretty quickly. We had lots of "kid stuff" to do, so by bedtime, the only thing Mrs. KHH wanted to do was go to sleep. As horny as I was (no, I did not enjoy any extracurricular playing while uncaged in South America), Mama didn’t want anything other than giving my cage a couple of tugs to ensure it was secure, then rolling over and going to sleep. Friday was a very busy day for me with work (even though I work from home). It’s amazing how technology connects us so much better now than even a few years ago. I have business contacts literally all around the world that I deal with regularly, and I can do it easily from my laptop with just a simple headset. Webcams, virtual meetings, internet-based conference calling—it's just so SIMPLE! In fact, it’s almost harder for me to work in a traditional "office." Certainly more expensive. Friday evening came pretty quickly after that busy day. Usually, we have lots of school-related activities until about 6:00, but since the end of the year is rolling around, we never really know what's going on until the last minute. On Friday night, around 9:00, Mrs. KHH and I finally went to bed and closed the door. We took care of our evening ablutions and relaxed in bed, catching up on family events, the kids, and weekend plans. We spent some time reading and some time watching TV, but I can’t even remember what was on. I finally turned off my tablet, set it on my nightstand, and switched off the light. I rolled over and began caressing my wife as she read. Nothing more than that, just gentle caressing for several long minutes. She was wearing her typical cami top and some rather sexy, lacy panties. I took this as a good sign! After a while, I asked if she wanted me to go down on her. She glanced over from her Kindle, half-smiled, and said "yes, I do" as she went back to reading. As I reached down and pulled her panties down, she helped by lifting her butt off the bed so I could get them off more easily. Then I moved down the bed and scooted until I was between her knees, then back up again until my head rested at the top of her crotch, looking at her face through the gap between her torso and the bottom of her Kindle. Hmmm. Must be a good book. Slipped back down again and began my ministrations. So incredibly nice to be "home again" and doing what I love. And so we continued - with me gently licking as she read, occasionally rocking her hips up and down. We went on like this for a long time. No idea how long though. Eventually, Mama turned off her Kindle and set it aside, then switched off her bedside light, and reached down to pull her cami top off. All the while, I continued licking her. Now completely naked, she reached down and began running her fingers through my hair as I licked and kissed her, alternately more forcefully and more softly. Sometimes up and down, sometimes side to side. Always trying to vary what I was doing. The rocking of her hips became very regular, which signals full arousal, and I could feel her swelling under my tongue and lips. Then she did something completely unexpected - without saying anything, she put a hand on either side of my head and pulled me up until I was next to her. I was rather surprised because she was becoming very aroused and I thought she wanted to continue. But it’s not my place to argue. When I was lying next to her, she whispered that I should play with and suck her nipples, which were quite hard at this point. Sucking her nipples is something else I love to do, and Mrs. KHH has (IMHO) magnificent breasts with incredibly "suckable" nipples. Her breasts fit my hands perfectly, and her nipples, when erect and hard, feel so nice as my tongue rubs over them. So I spent a long time lying next to her, both of us on our sides, alternately sucking on her breasts and playing with them. Mrs. KHH loves it when I pinch and pull her nipples, so I did this often as I gave my best to please her after being away for so long. Finally, I asked if she wanted me to go down on her again, and with her affirmative nod, slipped back between her thighs. When I got back there, I couldn’t believe how aroused, excited, and wet she was. She hadn’t said anything, nor given any indication that she was so worked up. Holding out on me, huh?? My tongue sought its natural place, and I began lapping gently again, this time more regularly. Not just the gentle caresses of before, but more aggressively licking, sucking, kissing, and probing with my tongue and mouth. With a soft moan, I felt her move her hands from my head to her breasts, beginning to replicate what I had done previously - pinching and pulling her nipples as I continued to lash her pussy with my tongue. Her excitement continued to build, as did mine. I could feel myself completely filling the cage oozing pre-cum. Her hips began rocking up and down more frantically, and whenever I glanced up, I saw her pinching and pulling at her breasts almost violently. A final rush of swelling under my tongue, a final thrust of her hips, and an almost ragged inhale announced the arrival of her orgasm. It was big. And it continued. And continued. And continued. For a long time. I was a bit jealous. I don’t know where that thought came from, but yes, I was jealous that she could have such a long-lasting orgasm. But at the same time, I was incredibly happy to enable her to HAVE it. It took minutes before she finally recovered enough to pull me up next to her, roll onto her side, and pull me in close. The only words out of her mouth: "I love you so much" made me feel completely fulfilled emotionally, if doing nothing for my PHYSICAL arousal. I was still completely filling the cage, probably even swelling through the bars of the Jailbird a bit. She recovered slowly over several more minutes as we held each other. And then her last comment before we parted and rolled over to go to sleep said it all: "I'm not unlocking you..." I "came out" about chastity to my wife in December. It’s five months later now, and my rather vanilla wife seems to have adapted well! She’s become very comfortable with the idea of having me please her with tongue and lips while denying any relief. But at the same time, she demonstrates her love constantly. I love her so much. And the numbers: Last O - Monday, May 6, 2013. JB continuous wear since - May 9, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 115. Total days caged: 78.

It’s been eleven days in a row now that I’ve had my chastity device on. While other veterans here might consider eleven days nothing special, it stands as one of the longest stretches (if not the very longest) for me. I spent the morning scrolling through the board, reading threads and posting when inspiration struck. I did similar things yesterday but just didn’t feel like putting in much effort this weekend. We have a ton of big family events rolling in over the next couple of weeks, so I’m taking some time off work to help out: there’s a wedding, several birthdays, and multiple graduations (both high school and college). It feels like everything is happening at once, and Mrs. KHH is really under pressure. So naturally, sex or chastity are the last things on her mind right now. She plays key roles in planning and attending all these events, and her part-time job isn’t helping—her store is expanding significantly, doubling in size. There’s lots of merchandise moving around and plenty of stress to go with it. I’ve been trying to help her relax a bit. Even though I’ve felt quite frustrated due to my constant horniness and feeling overlooked, I have to admit it’s fine that she has shifted her focus for now. Being in chastity helps me manage this better, I suppose. Yesterday morning, I spent about half an hour between Mama’s thighs on a whim, helping her unwind by working over her pussy with my tongue. Good for both of us. It didn’t do much to relieve my own frustration, but she left the encounter beaming, so that made me happy. Above all else, I’m just trying to go with the flow and help wherever needed—anticipating what she needs done and getting it finished quickly and efficiently. As the engineer and planner of this household, that’s exactly what I do best. There hasn’t been much teasing or caressing since I returned from South America and went back into my cage; nothing particularly sexual lately. I miss the attention, but more than anything, I want to help my wife get through this incredibly stressful period. The big issue is her mother (read earlier posts for HER struggles over the last year), who has just left Oklahoma with her 75-year-old brother according to my clock, heading toward New York where Mrs. KHH’s sister lives. They’ll stay there a few days before joining us here for all the festivities next weekend. It will be wonderful to see Grandma KHH again (had to make sure I said that!), but I am worried about her flying. As mentioned, my JB has been on continuously for 11 days. Sitting here writing this, I can barely feel the base ring or cage holding back my penis. I’ve read recent posts discussing morning pain and general discomfort with devices, so I’m grateful not to be experiencing any of those issues myself. It’s mostly just that rampant horniness and frustration tied to my raging hormones and inability to cum. Earlier today, Mrs. KHH mentioned she might not be “so tired” tonight. I’m not getting too excited about immediate relief for me, but I AM hoping we’ll have a chance to spend a long time with my head buried between her thighs while I lick away. Of course, she could re-lock me and play around in a tease-and-denial scenario instead. We shall see. If it happens, I’ll be blissful, though I’m not planning on anything specific. I haven’t been doing myself any favors by reading a lot of chastity-related fiction lately (including Regularjoe’s ongoing saga in the Fiction section). It keeps my overactive imagination churning at high speed. I say it hasn’t been good for me because it gets me worked up and swollen inside the cage with no outlet. Last week, there were probably half a dozen times when reading nearly overwhelmed me with frustration as I found myself reaching down to check on the cage. Its presence always reminded me of my “off-limits” status. I don’t post very often usually, but I expect a couple more entries this week as things shift over time. It’s going to be an interesting May from here until month-end! And the numbers: Last O - Monday, May 6, 2013. JB continuous wear since - May 9, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 122. Total days caged: 85.

It’s curious how stress impacts men and women differently. There must be some evolutionary survival benefit to it. Beth’s libido definitely drops under high pressure, whereas I find sexual release helps reduce my stress levels. Being locked up constantly like I am now is much better when there is teasing involved rather than being ignored... despite the incredibly high sexual frustration that state creates for me. I also believe that teasing and denial lower work-induced stress because it’s hard to even think about work in such a condition....and wearing the cage at the office serves as a constant reminder.

A very busy week has just concluded, and I experienced a “first” for me. Lots of relatives arrived in town late last week. On Saturday, one of my sons married his partner of seven-and-a-half years. He started dating her when they were both sophomores in high school, and their relationship has been strong ever since. Friday evening, the night before the wedding, Mrs. KHH told me she didn’t want me wearing my cage during the ceremony. When she said that, I smirked internally, recalling a thread about “discretion” we’d read earlier in the General Chastity Chat forum. My cage is fairly unobtrusive, but Mrs. KHH wanted to be certain. So Friday night, after 15 days of being caged (which by my count is the longest she’s ever kept me locked up), she unlocked me for a nice, leisurely lovemaking session that ended with some AWESOME PIV sex. Well, it was awesome from my perspective. My opinion might be biased, but I think Mama enjoyed it as much as I did. Over two hours of “playing around” while trying to stay quiet is HARD WORK! Saturday and Sunday passed with me uncaged, which felt really strange. Definitely like something was missing. Then came the “first.” I woke up very early this morning. My son and his new bride arrived promptly so he could leave his car at our house and allow me to drive them to the airport. No worries; I was thrilled to see them off. I returned home from the airport around 7:30, got undressed, and jumped back into bed. As I did, Mama rolled over and began playing with me. Being uncaged, my erection became full immediately, but she kept stroking me gently. This went on for a while; sometimes she just stopped holding me still. God, it felt so good. Interestingly, she didn’t say a word, the only sounds in the room being my now rasping breaths. Without warning, Mrs. KHH rolled me onto my back, slid down, pulled off my underwear, and took me into her mouth. Sooooo goood! She was still dressed in her panties and cami; I was as naked as a jaybird; the covers were all askew; and she was driving me absolutely wild. It didn’t seem possible, but my already solid erection grew even harder. I wasn’t anywhere near orgasm yet, but I could only lie there absorbing all the pleasure. She stopped and rolled back onto her back, then shimmying out of her panties. She rolled over on top of me again and guided my erection into her magnificent pussy. I didn’t dare move as she began rocking up and down, then side to side. This continued for a LONG time, and several times I felt myself nearing orgasm. But whenever I got close, she would pause for just a few seconds, which was enough for me to calm back down. Then, without warning again, she got off me, lay beside me, and told me to put my cage back on. Talk about messing with my head! To be so close, yet still so far. And how did she know I was that close to cumming all those times? It felt like a fantasy (or perhaps a nightmare based on my immediate reaction). UGGGHHHHH My mother-in-law (the one who fell and broke her hip in December) is here with us now, along with her brother (my wife’s uncle). They’ll stay until Friday when they—along with Mrs. KHH—will fly back to Oklahoma. After that, she will be out there for about nine days. I have a suspicion, just a hunch, that I’ll remain locked up all this week, perhaps receiving some teasing. Then once she’s away from town again, I expect my cage won’t come off at all. And the numbers: Last O - Friday, May 24, 2013. JB continuous wear since - May 6, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 130. Total days caged: 91

:!:!:!: It is currently 8:24 Eastern time. Mrs. KHH, her mother who is 83 years old, and her uncle aged 75 are on a plane right now heading for Oklahoma City, with an expected arrival in the next hour or so. According to the news and the Weather Channel, there’s a massive storm system with numerous tornados moving toward them as I write this. If my calculations hold up, one tornado passed directly over the car parked just north of the Oklahoma City airport belonging to my MIL... Please say a prayer for her, and for everyone living in Central Oklahoma. I’ve BEEN to El Reno... I’ve BEEN to Yukon.... I’ve DRIVEN through Moore.:!:!:!

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > Please say a prayer for her, and for everyone living in Central Oklahoma. Done. Thank you.

Done here too. Bad Dog has family in Shawnee and Moore; they made it through the storms as well as possible last time with minimal loss; we are still waiting to hear today, so our hearts go out strongly to you and your family. We included your wife and her family in our prayers.

KeyheldHubby, Looking for an update? I assume that since the news looked good this morning, everything is fine. Thoughts and prayers go out to everyone affected in the Oklahoma City area.

Update as of Saturday morning at 10:00. Mama’s flight diverted to DFW last night, and I was very concerned about them finding overnight accommodations. If the diversion is weather-related, the airline isn’t required to provide hotels or meals. When I found out where they were diverting using my flight tracker app, I went online and booked a place for them there. So when Mrs. KHH called me right after landing, I was able to give her the hotel’s phone number. A recurring theme in my posts is all my traveling. Well, now we see one of the few benefits: you really come to KNOW how the transportation system works down to every detail. It’s rather like making sausage... Pretty ugly during the process, but the final output is nice enough. But I’m more concerned about what happens when they land in Oklahoma City. My MIL and her brother took her brother's car to the airport and spent the night before their flight at a hotel just north of the terminal. The hotel staff told them they could leave the car in the lot—saving roughly $70 in parking fees. I was watching local weather reports for Oklahoma City last night. The main tornado tracked straight down I-40, then cut slightly southeast. The meteorologists were telling people which ROADS the storm passed over. One of them was Meridian Street, the north-south road running from I-40 south into the airport. Traveling south on Meridian takes you about 3-4 miles to get to the airport. As far as I can tell, the tornado split the gap between I-40 and the airport, meaning it passed directly over the hotel where Mrs. KHH’s uncle parked his car. But tornados are quirky things. It is very possible that the car is gone (along with parts of the hotel). But it is equally possible the car is still there. However, I’m not hopeful. In any case, my heart goes out to all the people in the region losing their belongings. News reports so far have been incredulous about how low the casualty count has been. Yet tears come to my eyes thinking of that poor woman and her baby trapped in their car on I-40 near El Reno; their vehicle was blown off the road, they were sucked out, and both perished. A devastating loss. Even one is too many. But Oklahomans are strong and resilient; they will rebound. Throughout my time there, I’ve never stopped being amazed at how they simply pick up the pieces and move on. God bless you all in Oklahoma. And God bless you all here in St Louis.

Mrs. KHH made it safely to Oklahoma City on Saturday after the diversion from Dallas on Friday night. She sent me a text saying her uncle's car was fine, though there was quite a bit of debris very close to where it had been parked. It took much longer than usual to reach her mom’s house. She mentioned there was a big mess on I-40 and it looked like they had just plowed everything to the sides of the highway for now. Appreciate everyone's thoughts. She called last night but said she would have texted Saturday if she hadn’t been completely bushed. Whew... And so here I sit, safely locked up for at least another week (Sunday is her return date) as I write this...

Well, things are starting to quiet down here (phew). I’m home with four of the kids, but Mrs. KHH is out in Oklahoma at her mother’s place until the 9th. Then we have one final event—one of my children graduates from high school. After that, we’ll be done with all the “festivities” for this year. I’ve been locked up since early Saturday morning. Mrs. KHH left on Thursday, but I was allowed to stay uncaged an extra day. It felt really nice and a bit weird being “hanging free,” but it feels good to have my cage back on. I just know that if I hadn’t locked myself up again on Saturday morning, I would have already “abused the privilege.” One thing I’ve noticed is that when Mama is away, my mind invariably drifts toward ever more erotic thoughts. I find myself browsing lots of Tumblr sites and getting aroused to the point where I’m completely filling my cage. Then when she returns home, things seem to settle down. Maybe it’s just my imagination running wild; I don’t know. In any case, these are times when I am truly glad that I’m locked up. I had to rescue my oldest child last night, shortly before Mrs. KHH was due to call. His car broke down, and I went to handle the AAA situation. Not a major issue—just a busted serpentine belt and some misaligned accessories. This caused loss of power steering and overheating. I got home from that trip just after 10:00 last night, and my daughter told me Mama had called. I dialed her mobile number, and we spoke for a while, but she was sitting in her mom’s living room watching the news with her mother, so we couldn’t engage in any “adult” conversation properly. Hopefully, we can spend some quality time tonight. I love talking dirty with her when we’re apart, often fantasizing about what she might be doing as we chat. Of course, she never tells me—claiming it’s “her secret.” And naturally, this fuels my imagination and fantasies even more. It seems that the unsaid things can be just as erotic as those spoken aloud. I probably won’t post a good update again until she gets home. Of course I’ll be incredibly horny (as I already am). Can’t wait. Miss her so much, despite only being apart for four days! And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, May 30, 2013. JB continuous wear since - June 1, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 138. Total days caged: 97.

It's quiet at home with Mrs. KHH visiting her mother in Oklahoma. She comes back tomorrow, and I am "eagerly" waiting for her return. I'm horny as a goat and there is nothing to be done about it. Even when Mrs. KHH returns, relief isn't guaranteed. Based on how she has been speaking on the phone, I have a sneaking suspicion that I will stay locked up for at least a little while longer. Judging by her remarks and tone of voice, she seems slightly more playful than usual. To the veterans here who routinely remain locked up for weeks (or even months) straight, I applaud you. The nine days of mama's absence have been incredibly frustrating. We have had several longer periods of chastity while Mama was still around, but only two that I recall when she was out of town. I think back to her first time away and compare it with this current one, noticing a common theme: When she is away and I am locked up, after about a week I start having the most vivid and intensely erotic dreams at night. My recent one happened two nights ago, followed by another last night. I don't remember having such dreams when I wasn't wearing my cage before chastity (BC:P ). Upon waking, I find myself incredibly aroused—much more so than the normal "morning wood" I used to have prior to chastity. Getting in the morning shower is necessary but only makes things worse. Feeling hot water running over me and being able to wash the cage area thoroughly feels great, yet this specific jailbird *chastity cage* prevents any meaningful relief. Yes, it has bars and isn't a "fully enclosed" device like a CB-XXXX. However, the spacing of the bars is just right: enough to allow good cleansing but not enough to permit relief. Ah, the torture. Those who wear *chastity cage* type devices know ***exactly*** what I am talking about. I have also noticed that when we talk on the phone every night, her voice sounds somehow sultrier than normal. Mrs. KHH and I are always chatting while apart; for the first day or so, her voice sounds "normal." But after that, hearing it while locked up just goes right through me. It isn't explicit teasing over the line, nor is it our usual "talking dirty," but even when she recounts what she did with her mother, her voice seems to have deepened and smoothed out. Her tone and pace of speech seem altered—a change from before chastity. Perhaps it's all in my head or just imagination. I don't know. What I DO know is that simply hearing her voice gets me aroused, and I quickly "expand to fill the available space." What I ALSO know is that tomorrow night, whether I get released or not, Mrs. KHH is in for the tongue lashing of her life! I can reasonably foresee several HOURS spent between her thighs, coming up only periodically for air. And like a whale, I can hold my breath for a LOOOOONNNNGG time. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, May 30, 2013. JB continuous wear since - June 1, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 142. Total days caged: 101.

Eight little words... Mrs. KHH returned from Oklahoma yesterday, with her flight landing just a bit late at 2:20 PM. By the time she got from the gate to baggage claim, it was just before 3. My daughter and I were there to pick her up, and our 45-minute drive home from the airport was quiet except for the Top 40 radio station playing in the background. When we arrived home, she went into a frenzy of unpacking and getting the house reorganized exactly how she likes it. It seems that no matter how I try, things have to be "just so," and she will move items until they are where she wants them. This is a known issue, but we all have the patience necessary to put up with it when she returns from a trip. Dinner was a special welcome-home meal: grilled steak, baked potatoes, sautéed squash and green peppers, my specialty sautéed mushrooms that the males in the family absolutely love, and salad. The kids cleaned up so Mama could relax a bit with her laptop, doing only some map printing to help us get to one of our kid's high school graduations in downtown DC today. Other than that, there was absolutely no indication that anything would happen last night. Unusually, I was clean and in bed before Mrs. KHH arrived, reading comfortably with my tablet at 9:00. Mama came up a bit later, got cleaned for bed, then turned on the weather forecast and her Kindle. I mentioned in my previous post that there would be a severe "tongue lashing." Well, friends, it took place in spades. Within two minutes of Mama lying down, I turned off my tablet, rolled over to face her, and whispered that I really, *really* wanted to lick her pussy. She smiled at me for a few seconds before whispering back "okay." When she got into bed, I had the impression she might want something because she took off her cami top before getting under the covers. This was unusual; even though it was just a bit warm (I have complained about our poor insulation before), it wasn't uncomfortably so. So with her acquiescence, I began gently licking and sucking her nipples. Nothing wild, nothing assertive at all. Just gentle caresses with my tongue and light suction. This never fails to get her aroused, and last night was no exception. After a few minutes working on her breasts, I slipped my hand down to the waistband of her panties and began removing them. She was nice enough to lift her hips to ease the removal while I continued my ministrations with her nipples. With her panties off (a sexy pair of black panties with a lacy front but solid back for comfort), I began working my way down her body with my tongue. No hurry, no rush. Just enjoying myself and reacquainting myself with her beautiful form. Her torso was warm, and I imagined the contrast between the warmth and dryness of her skin as wetness from my tongue evaporated under the gentle breeze from our ceiling fan. I eventually arrived at her belly, then pushed the covers off us completely and moved down toward her legs. I slipped between her legs and lay on my stomach facing the heaven that is her pussy. Not unexpectedly, my attention to her breasts and nipples had already aroused her; she was very wet, and I was tempted to dive in aggressively. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done, but I moved very, very slowly toward her pubis with my mouth, watching as she watched me. I gently touched her pussy with my tongue and she sighed. Then I began gently, ever so gently licking her pussy. Often I start by licking everywhere EXCEPT directly on it, but last night I went right for the motherload. The difference was in the touch: feather light. It was tantalizing for me, and I am sure it was very exciting for her. My excitement was evident in the swelling of my penis within its cage and the fact that I could feel myself dripping. She still had her Kindle in her hands, and the TV showed the local weather, but I was completely lost in a world of bliss, focusing all attention on about 8 square inches right in front of me. My gentle attention continued for a long time. Mama went up the arousal slope; then when I slowed down and shifted focus to other areas, she came back down. At some point, she turned off her Kindle aside and put the TV remote away. I don't know exactly when because I wasn't paying attention. My entire world consisted of those 8 square inches. Her hands sometimes went to my head as fingers ran through my hair; other times they lay passively next to her. She became gradually wetter, and the flower that is her beautiful pussy opened in arousal. She moved her hips in a way that told me I should move up beside her. I stopped licking her pussy and moved up her torso, kissing and licking my way back to her breasts. Then I shifted to her side; she rolled toward me as she put one hand behind my neck and pulled my mouth back to her breast. I have written before about how Mrs. KHH's nipples are wired directly to her pussy, and how my licking, sucking, and nibbling invariably get her incredibly aroused. Last night proved that true again. I spent a long time giving loving attention to her breasts, alternating left and right. I was lying on my side with one arm above my head while the other hand caressed her body as undivided attention stayed fixed on her breasts. Her eyes were closed, but her free hand kept running over my chest and belly. After a while, she opened her eyes, looked at me suckling at her breast, and whispered (somewhat assertively) "I want you to lick my pussy some more." As before, I worked down her torso until I was again between her legs. What a difference. Whereas she had been wet before, her pussy was positively glistening with moisture in the soft light of our alarm clocks. Her arousal was evident in the puffiness of all the tissues of her labia, and I could tell she was very ready for a biblical orgasm. When I first began licking her pussy, it was extremely gentle caressing—focusing on pleasure without trying to "force" an orgasm. This time I was a bit more firm with my tongue but still not forcing anything faster than its normal pace. There was no doubt in my mind that she would have one of the most powerful orgasms of our married life, and all I could think about was how to prolong her buildup so it would be even MORE pleasurable when she exploded over the edge. So I shifted attention beyond those 8 square inches, alternating between soft tongue caresses and firmer licks. I stopped and started. I licked up and down and sideways. I alternated between using just the tip of my tongue and the entire flat surface, switching between slow licks and rapid flicks. For about ten minutes I built her arousal this way until I sensed from her ragged breathing, hip spasms, and pulsing in her pussy that she couldn't take much more. Finally, I went into full-on drive-you-over-the-edge licking across all her hot spots. Not 30 seconds later, she exploded in orgasm. With a violent inhale, her back arched completely off the bed as if electrocuted. Her thighs slammed together around my head, and the puffiness in her pussy became almost hard as blood flowed into it. Mrs. KHH has never been a "squirter," but with last night's orgasm she came very close indeed. I swear the liquid from her pussy was flowing because there was so much. As soon as her orgasm began, and knowing how sensitive her pussy becomes during climax, I immediately returned to slow, feather-light caresses using just the tip of my tongue. This was an orgasm I wanted her to enjoy for as long as possible, with a small amount of ongoing stimulation to keep the pleasure going. And so it did... For a long time... And I was happy. Happy that Mama was back in bed with me. Happy just being close to her. Happy to have the privilege of giving her such pleasure. After what seemed like ages, her orgasm wound down; she pulled me up beside her and rolled to face me. Then she said it. I know you are dying to know... The eight words?? **"I think I'll keep your cage on tonight..."** And she did. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, May 30, 2013. JB continuous wear since - June 1, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 143. Total days caged: 102.

Mrs. KHH has definitely become much more at ease with the 'denial' side of having me locked up. If you’ve read my other updates, you probably know that there aren’t many things I love more than going down on my lovely wife and spending ages licking her wonderful pussy. She’s mentioned that my skills in this area have improved since I started wearing the cage. It seems to be linked to how much more patient I am now. Part of it is knowing deep down that whether I spend a long time or just a short while with her, it won’t really change whether she unlocks me or if we 'go further.' Whatever the cause, I’m happy that SHE feels I’m doing better. Pleasing her pleases me; giving her extra pleasure gives me even more. I had trouble sleeping last night, which is rare for me. I went to bed at my usual hour but kept tossing and turning. Mama was reading on her Kindle until around 11:30 before switching it off and going to sleep herself. The bedroom felt warmer than usual, which might have contributed to my insomnia, or perhaps it was because one of the boys was away at a birthday party for an HS friend (it sounded like quite the fancy event—I saw him dressed up in his 'Sunday best' when I dropped him off at the community center). He told us this morning that there were about 70 guests at the main party and around 30 at the after-party over at the girl’s house. Anyway, I just couldn’t sleep. I went downstairs to watch some TV. No luck with sleeping though. I headed back upstairs around 1:30 and climbed back into bed. Suddenly, my arousal hit me hard. In about a minute, I became incredibly horny—not necessarily needing an erection, but just feeling very 'horny.' I looked over at Mrs. KHH, lying there so peacefully topless because of the heat, completely relaxed on her side facing me with her breasts peeking out from under the covers. I couldn’t help myself. I scooted closer, caught one nipple in my mouth, and started gently sucking. She woke up pretty quickly, and I felt her hand reach behind my head to pull me tighter against her breast. It was quiet, and I could see her face illuminated by the dim glow of our alarm clocks. Her eyes were shut, her breathing slow and calm, with a serene expression on her face. The hand that had held my head now began caressing my chest and side, feeling wonderful. I stayed at her breast for a while before switching to the other one, continuing my gentle sucking as I felt her nipple firm up against my tongue. Meanwhile, she moved her right leg over me so her knee rested on my thigh. This let me reach further down with my hand, which gradually traveled southward. There was no rush at all in what I was doing. It was quiet, peaceful, and relaxing. I felt energized yet calm. She lay still except for her caressing hand; I stayed mostly motionless except for the fingertips of one hand on her breast. Just enjoying each other’s bodies. Eventually, my hand slipped behind the leg resting against me and moved down to her pussy. I touched it gently through her panties, rubbing softly with my fingertips as we lay together in mutual contentment. After a while, I slid my fingers under the panty band and began stroking her pussy directly. Still gentle, still using just my fingertips, still unhurried. All this time, I kept suckling and nibbling at her nipple. She remained mostly still with only her hand moving; I was still except for that one hand’s fingertips. Simply enjoying each other. My strokes on her pussy became slightly more urgent as I moved my fingers from the outside to inside her lips. The difference was amazing. Her outer pussy felt warm and dry, but the moment my fingers passed her labia, I sensed incredible wetness. I continued stroking up and down her pussy, reveling in how slick she was. After a few minutes of this, I rolled her onto her back to slide off her panties. That took only a minute, then I pulled her closer so I could return to working on her breast while having better access to her now soaking wet pussy. A little longer passed before I rolled her back again and moved down between her legs to use my mouth instead of just my fingertips. She spread her legs wide enough for me to slip in, adjusting herself for comfort. Neither of us spoke during all this. I lowered my face to her pussy and breathed in the captivating scent of her arousal, which made me even hornier! My tongue seemed to have its own mind as it started lapping at her fully aroused pussy. So nice. So incredibly wet. It didn’t take long before I noticed her breathing becoming more erratic as her hips began jerking spasmodically. She was very close to the edge, and I knew she was about for a big release. And it was. I kept licking her through the explosion of her orgasm, enjoying every second of her release. When she finally settled down, I moved back up beside her and started caressing her breast again with my fingertips. In return, she reached down to stroke my chastity cage and balls through my underwear. But only for a minute or two before sliding her fingers under the waistband to pull them off. I lifted my hips to help her remove them completely, then let her resume teasing me. She teased for just a few minutes before stopping, rolling over, and grabbing the key to my cage from the nightstand. She unlocked and removed the lock and cage but left the base ring in place. Meanwhile, I was dripping with arousal. We lay there, me on my back and her on her side facing me. She began running her hand gently up and down my penis, building incredible excitement. Quickly becoming erect, then hard, then even harder as she continued stroking. It felt so good. I felt myself rising toward orgasm, and I think she did too. She paused the penile strokes to run her hand over my chest and nipples, which were extremely sensitive by now. As she did this, I felt myself pulling back from the brink of climax. Her hand continued moving over me, exciting yet relaxing—hope that makes sense. Then her hand returned to my penis, resuming the stroking. Although I had calmed down somewhat and lost some hardness, it seemed only seconds before both were restored. She lay there looking calm and relaxed outwardly, while I trembled with excitement inside. Her hand moved to my thighs and balls; I could feel her cupping and gently squeezing them before returning to stroke my penis again. My arousal began building once more as I approached the point of no return. Frustratingly, she stopped again and moved her hand back to my chest and nipples. Not sure if I moaned softly or not, but I certainly FELT like it did. For about four or five minutes, she let me 'cool down' before taking my penis in her hand once more and stroking it until it was fully hard. This time was different though. Once I reached full hardness, she slid down, leaned over me, and took my penis into her mouth. I could feel the wet warmth of her lips around me; the eroticism nearly made me explode right then. Her hand caressed my thighs as she began licking away the moisture from my balls all the way up to the glans. At some point, she withdrew slightly but held me with her hand, closing her lips and pressing them against the head of my penis. As she did this, she parted her lips just a fraction, letting my penis 'pop' into her mouth despite slight resistance. ed past her lips, she rapidly moved her head down until I was amost completely in her mouth. She did this repeatedly, and it felt so incredible. Mama then did something that she's never done in the over 27 years that we have known each other. While holding my penis, she took just the tip into her mouth and began simultaneously sucking and running her tougue around the tip. This drove me almost insane with arousal, and it was all I could do to keep myself from orgasm. Right on the edge she had me. Right on the edge she held me. For what seemed like forever. I wanted so much to cum. I wanted so much to NOT cum. I wanted the feeling to continue - to keep going forever. And then she stopped. I don't know where she had put it, but she leaned back, got my cage, and began fitting it back over my penis. This was no easy task as I was fully erect and as hard as I've ever been. But my penis was very wet and slippery from a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum, and she persevered, eventually having the lock back on and everything aligned for the reinstallation of the lock. It took her a while to get the lock hasp through the holes, but then it was done. And then the first and only words of the night... *"I don't want you to cum tonight..."* CLICK. The feelings were incredible. The arousal almost indescribable. The love palpable. I love being in chastity for her. But I never did apologize for waking her up. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, May 30, 2013. JB continuous wear since - June 1, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 150. Total days caged: 108.

After being locked up for quite a while (at least in my experience), Mrs. KHH not only unlocked me last night but also allowed some PIV and gave the green light to cum. Perhaps she felt sympathy after that magnificent T&D session earlier in the week. Or maybe not... I’m heading out of town today for a domestic trip, lasting most of this week. Next Monday, I depart for the Middle East for another seven days. There are plenty of frequent flier miles to be earned, but I can already foresee some aggravation looming over me in the next couple of weeks. It never really stops. It feels as though I’ve been locked up forever. Being out of my cage while writing this feels strange. Yesterday was a full day of meetings at work, and throughout it all, I could feel my cage—nice and warm—restraining me. It felt like the base ring of my MM Jailbird was nestled firmly against my body. Not tight or uncomfortable in any way, just "present." I might get around to updating sometime this week, but I’m not certain. My schedule is packed with meetings all day every day and a major proposal due at night. Next week, it seems highly unlikely that I’ll even be able to access the site from the Middle East. They often block erotic sites based on their titles or content. So it might take a while. In the meantime, I’ll be dreaming sweet—oh so sweet—dreams about Mama’s loving session last night. Teasing, playing, kissing, nibbling, and much more. All serving as a prelude to her taking my cage off and impaling herself on my fully aroused and engorged penis. So good.... So good.... SO FREAKING GOOD! And the numbers: Last O - Monday, June 17, 2013. JB continuous wear since - Not currently locked-up. Total days of JB Ownership: 150. Total days caged: 109.

It’s nearly noon on the US East Coast as I write this, and my mind is racing with thoughts. I was out of town domestically for almost all last week, uncaged the entire time, but never masturbated. Mainly because I was "burning the candle at both ends" and was simply too exhausted by day’s end to do anything other than go straight to bed when I finally crashed well after midnight each night. Tomorrow I head out on an international trip to the Middle East—and won’t be able to post updates, as erotic sites are almost always blocked there. My big project in South America is ongoing and will last another ten months minimum. If my Mideast trip goes successfully (which seems highly likely), I’ll probably have to hand over South America to someone else so I can take on the Mideast effort—which will span over two years with lots of travel back and forth. While I appreciate the frequent flier miles, being apart from Mrs. KHH is always a pain. So that’s what’s running through my head right now. I’m also processing the most incredible T&D session I’ve ever experienced. Last night, Mrs. KHH cuffed me to our bed and subjected me to almost an hour (I think) of arousing, exhilarating, frustrating, and loving torture—a man could wish for nothing more. I’ve been in my cage since Saturday morning and hadn’t cummed in about a week (yes, I know it’s not particularly long). So when she cuffed me to the bed last night, then removed my cage and began teasing me, I nearly lost my mind. I never knew she could do what she did with her fingers and mouth last night. And everything was so incredibly light and gentle—arousing yet calming simultaneously. All while bringing me up and down like a yo-yo. When she took me into her mouth, it felt wonderfully exciting. I kept trying to thrust my hips to raise the stimulation level, but every time I did, she would rise with them just enough to deny me release. Then she’d do the same thing with her fingers. Over and over again. I swear I was a quivering bowl of jelly. Then, very matter-of-factly, she told me that I wasn’t going to cum, turned on her nightstand light, and put my cage back on. ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH:shock::shock: Needless to say, it took a long time for me to fall asleep. And then this morning, she’s up and about, getting ready to head out to the store, acting like nothing unusual happened. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here trying to work but going absolutely bonkers. God, I love that woman! And the numbers: Last O - Monday, June 17, 2013. JB continuous wear since - June 22, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 157. Total days caged: 110.

Superb thread. If I wasn’t so involved with my beautiful loving wife, I would be most jealous of your relationship. Please keep posting.

A short post today. I returned yesterday afternoon from the Middle East after a whirlwind trip. Two countries in what was essentially three days. I left the US on Monday evening, but due to time zone changes and flight duration, I arrived in the ME on Tuesday afternoon. I had meetings on Wednesday in one country, then flew out that same Wednesday PM for another country. Dinner with a partner on Wednesday night, followed by client meetings Thursday morning and more with the partner Thursday PM. My flight was scheduled to depart at midnight Thursday but was delayed until almost 6:00 AM Friday morning. Finally got out of there and arrived back in the US Friday afternoon. I’m one of those fortunate people who can sleep in economy-class seats, so the 12-hour flight over and the 13-hour return weren’t too bad. However, airplane sleep is never the deep, restful kind you need to recharge your batteries. Add in time zone changes and hotel rooms with very loud air conditioners, and you get a picture of how "restful" my nights were in that region. So I’ve been somewhat sleep-deprived for most of the week. But I’m back stateside now. I was watching the news yesterday evening as commentators talked about how "hot" it was—temperatures reaching into the 90s across much of the country, and even up to 113 in Phoenix. In the ME, it was 52 degrees Celsius, or about 125°F. And that’s NORMAL! It drops down only to around 95°F at night on some evenings... Step out of the hotel in the morning and it feels like stepping into a convection oven. Many people work outside in those temperatures all day, every day. Got home; Mama was still working. Took a shower and immediately put my Jailbird back on again. I don’t even know if Mrs. KHH paid attention last night. I went to bed at a normal time and fell asleep probably within five minutes. My last memory before crashing out of being Mrs. KHH reading her Kindle in bed next to me. God, it’s good to be home. Mama works all day today (her part-time job is part-time by total weekly hours only—she might have three hours one day and six the next, followed by two days off). I’ve got a bunch of errands that will consume most of my day. No idea what—if anything—Mrs. KHH has planned for later. I was (frankly) too tired to "self-gratify" while on my trip, so my last "O" was almost a week ago, even though I was uncaged. But I’m not feeling much pressure right now as I’m still recovering from the journey. We’ll see if tension builds throughout the day today as I get back into "back home" mode. And the numbers: Last O - Monday, June 23, 2013. JB continuous wear since - June 28, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 163. Total days caged: 113.

I’ve read that when you are in chastity for a while, and then let out to cum PIV, it can be "explosive." TRUE:o Last night, I EXPECTED to go down on my beautiful bride. I expected to spend a lot of time between her thighs giving her pleasure. And I did. Not once ... Not twice ... But THREE times over almost two hours. BLISS... Heaven ... Nirvana ... I was a very happy hubby indeed. Mrs. KHH came to bed around 9:30 PM to read and relax. I was already there doing the same. My tablet was on, and I was re-reading a book I’ve enjoyed for about the 15th time. So sue me—it’s a good sci-fi novel that I really like. Mama got settled, turned on her Kindle, and switched off her light. I read for a few more minutes, then powered down my tablet and set it aside. For a few weeks now, Mama has been coming to bed topless since the weather warmed up slightly. No argument from me; as they say, "I'm lovin' it." I rolled over toward her, reached down, and began slipping off her panties. Without missing a beat, she lifted her hips so I could get them off more easily. Then I started licking and kissing her left breast, which was positioned conveniently just inches from my mouth looking lip-smacking good. Her nipple perked up quickly under my ministrations, and my left hand began gently caressing her torso. After a few minutes of sucking on her breast, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shoved the covers down with my feet and quickly positioned myself between her legs. My head was drawn to her beautiful pussy like a politician to a fundraiser, and I dove right in without a word—but not vigorously. I try to vary my licking technique based on what I think Mama is in the mood for. Last night—at that time—it seemed rapid, gentle tongue touches were called for. So that’s what I did. She got very aroused over the 30 minutes or so I spent licking her. But she didn’t cum. No worries on my part; that’s not uncommon and doesn’t bother me in the slightest. My goal is sustained pleasure for her, not always a rapid rocket-shot orgasm. At some point during this glorious half-hour, she turned off her Kindle but left the TV on with local news playing in the background. So I was happy. She pulled me up beside her and guided my head back to her breasts, rolling over slightly so I could spend time at the right breast, which I did happily. Ten minutes later (or thereabouts), she told me she wanted me to lick her pussy some more. No argument! I spent a bit longer giving lots of loving attention to her breasts, then migrated south again—less urgently this time—to the fertile delta. Yep. Just like I left it.:lol: Back to my joyous work between her beautiful thighs. Back to rapid, gentle touches all around and over. Occasionally dipping my tongue inside, then sliding it sensuously up. No rush. No hurry. Just fun and pleasure. She pulled me up again after a long while, then reached for the key to my cage. I rolled onto my back and put my hands behind my head as she unlocked my cage and took it off, leaving the base ring in place. My last O was June 23, so only a couple of strokes were needed to get me fully aroused and twitching, breath ragged. She then slipped down, rested her head on my belly, and gently sucked my penis into her mouth. OMG:!::!: No head movements at all. Just her head resting on my belly with slow, rhythmic sucking. I thought I was going to go crazy. For all I knew, she might have been watching the news while absently sucking on my fully erect, fully aroused, fully READY penis. She occasionally caressed my thighs, balls, and penis with her free hand, adding to both my bliss and my over-the-top horniness. This continued through the weather reports and sports segments (not that I was really paying attention, but for some reason it stuck in my subconscious mind) while I lay there in absolute Heaven, shaking uncontrollably. OK, so you try it sometime and tell me if you don’t do the same. Have your wife or SO just lie there with her head on your belly and your penis in her mouth. Not moving at all. Just sucking gently, with an occasional swirl of her tongue over the glans. YOU try it and tell me if you don’t go bonkers! And then she stopped, slipped my penis out of her mouth, and shimmied back up next to me. After a couple minutes, she retrieved my cage and forced it back over my erect (but no longer painfully so) cock before clicking the lock shut again. Oh the agony. I lay there for a few minutes trying to recover both breath and wits. She lay beside me while I did this, then took the TV remote from the nightstand and turned it off before rolling back over to tell me she wanted me to lick her pussy some more. OK... I can do that! Right back down I went, now with a mission in mind: to return some of the pleasure she just gave me. And I did. Penis throbbing in my cage as I lay on my stomach between her thighs, laving her pussy gently and thoroughly. Enjoying every second of it—every taste, scent, and texture. She was very aroused, and I could feel with my tongue that her juices were slicker and less watery now—a clear sign to me of her arousal. She pulled me back up beside her before her orgasm. HUH??? Yes, true enough; she did cum. If I had to guess, her arousal was rising rapidly, and she was most of the way up her orgasmic slope. And SHE STOPPED ME. Wait a minute—I’M THE ONE IN CHASTITY HERE! I thought our playtime was over when she pulled me up beside her. But I was wrong. She got the key to my cage again and unlocked it. Two strokes, and I was completely erect. She threw her leg over me and immediately impaled herself on me. If I thought her previous teasing was phenomenal, this was completely over the top. Rocking forward and back, moving up and down. Sometimes pounding herself onto me. Using me for her enjoyment as I lay there looking up at her, unable to move from sheer pleasure of the sensations. My orgasm came on faster than ever before. One second I was fine; the next, exploding. The world slowed down, all extremities went numb simultaneously, and my vision tunneled. Fireworks? Nope. Artillery? Nope. Nuclear explosion? Nope. None compare. Absolute, complete, utter joy. When my orgasm hit, I remember how the spasms in my penis felt. Over and over again. Never before have I felt that... Mrs. KHH rested on top of me for several minutes as I softened and slipped out, then rolled beside me. We spent the next few minutes recovering our breath (at least I did). And back to my opening statement: I’ve read it’s written that when you are in chastity for a while, let out, and permitted to cum PIV, it can be "explosive." I am now—and will forever remain—an official believer. I EXPECTED to go down on Mrs. KHH last night. I wanted it; she likely did too. But I had no idea what else she had in mind at the time. Just when I think I’ve got her figured out...:shock: GOD, I love that woman! And the numbers: Last O - Monday, July 1, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 2, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 166. Total days caged: 116.

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > My head was drawn to her beautiful pussy like a politician to a fundraiser :lol::lol: Loved the teasing, relocking then being let out later for an explosive O.:D

Could it really be a week already since I returned from my last trip? The calendar confirms it, so yes. I'm writing this while seated in the living room, putting up with today's heat and taking it easy as "pop hits" play on TV. We get hundreds of channels through our Verizon cable service, including several music stations that run non-stop tunes without any ads... It’s quite pleasant. Mrs. KHH and my daughter headed out about two hours ago for a weekend stay at Mama's older sister's place with her own daughter—who is the same age as MY girl. Each daughter brought along a female friend, so there will be plenty of estrogen floating around in their hotel suite this weekend...:lol: The four young ladies are going to a concert tonight featuring some boy band I don't recognize, while the two mothers enjoy dinner together. Mama and my daughter should return tomorrow afternoon or early evening, though the exact timing is still up in the air. But it doesn’t matter as long as they have fun. Mrs. KHH gave me a lovely present last night before she left—if you can call it that after being teased mercilessly for half an hour, then re-caged and sent to bed without release. It didn't help matters much when I woke up this morning extremely aroused. Of course, with my penis locked safely inside the Jailbird cage, there’s nothing I can do about it anyway. While Mrs. KHH was getting ready earlier, we were alone in the kitchen for a few minutes. She reached down and fondled me through her jeans while whispering softly into my ear with a smile: "At least I know what you WON'T be doing this weekend." My knees nearly gave way right then. It hasn't even been seven days since she last let me cum, yet it feels like an eternity. I'm already climbing the walls, especially after her teasing session last night. Mama seems to be getting more comfortable keeping me locked up for longer stretches now. Not that five or six days counts as particularly long by any means. I’d hazard a guess that it will be at least another week before she allows me to cum again. I haven’t done the exact math, but my 'mean time between orgasms' seems to be stretching out longer and longer. It feels like we’re looking at 10 days to two weeks right now, with more time ahead. Mrs. KHH is the only one who knows for sure when release will come, and she’s keeping it close: "she ain't sayin..." As for me? I’m happy leaving the call in her court. She enjoys all the pussy licking I can give her—and perhaps a bit more than that. Last night, she mentioned that sometimes my efforts leave her feeling sore!:twisted: My response was simple: "Fine, just tell me to stop." She’s been gone for two and a half hours, and I already miss her. Here are the stats: Last O - Monday, July 1, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 2, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 170. Total days caged: 120.

A heads-up before you read on: this isn’t work-friendly content. If you’re currently wearing a chastity device while reading, grab some toilet paper and brace yourself for significant dripping. Yes, I do enjoy reading about chastity fantasies; in fact, many of them really appeal to me. But last night felt like an amplified version of those perfect scenarios. Mrs. KHH had quite the wild weekend with our daughter and one of her friends. They joined my sister-in-law (SIL) along with SIL’s own daughter and friend for a "girls-only" getaway in Hershey, PA. Conveniently, Hershey sits roughly halfway between our two homes. When Mama finally got home late Sunday night, she remarked, "There were quite a few girls there." Oh... And get this - all six women shared just one hotel suite with a single bathroom.... YIKES! By Sunday evening, Mama was back and I was content. She mentioned getting little rest, saying that by midnight she was ready to collapse. Fast forward to Monday. I spent the entire day working from home (a huge plus). Mama stayed at home for most of it but then headed off to her part-time job around 5:00 PM until closing time. She returned around 9:15 PM. I was already in bed, fresh and reading, when she walked through the door. She came upstairs, changed out of her work attire, and went back downstairs. By roughly 9:45, I had gone down to plug in my tablet for charging and found her seated at the kitchen table with her Kindle. Our daughter was lounging in the living room watching TV. I retreated upstairs again to read a physical book for a while. Around 10:00 PM, Mama climbed up stairs, shut and latched the bedroom door, placed her Kindle on her nightstand, and then approached my side of the bed. She instructed me to set down my book (which I did) and get out of bed to stand beside it. As I complied, she opened the lower drawer of my nightstand and retrieved the cuffs we keep there. As I’ve mentioned before, these are sort of like small pet collars with snaps at the ends rather than buckles. She attached one cuff to each wrist, then grabbed the snap ring used for connecting them from the drawer, clipping it onto one cuff first. Stepping behind me, she guided my cuffed hand back. Then she took hold of my other hand and pulled it backward, securing the second clip so effectively binding both hands behind my back. Aside from her initial directions, this happened in total silence. Once I was secured, Mrs. KHH led me over to her side of the bed, lowered my underwear, and tossed them aside. She told me to remain where I stood while she returned to my nightstand area. There, she bent down and picked up a tether from the drawer. Back at her side, she pulled out a decorative pillow from the bedding, threw it onto the floor near the foot of the bed, and ordered me to kneel on it. At this point, I was somewhat stunned. This demeanor was far more assertive than anything I’d seen before. She seemed brisk and almost dominant, yet not unpleasant at all. She clipped the snap ring at the end of the tether onto the bars at the back of my Jailbird device, then looped the other end around the bedpost to secure it. The outcome was that I stood naked and kneeling at the foot of our bed, hands bound behind me and anchored to the post via my chastity cage, with no choice but to stay there. It could have been worse; she might not have provided a pillow for kneeling.:lol: Mama didn’t pause even briefly to admire her handiwork. She went straight into the bathroom to freshen up before bed. Her trip likely lasted about ten minutes. I heard the toilet flush, and shortly after, she returned standing next to me. Now clad only in panties with topless breasts and nipples peaked, she looked incredibly appealing as I knelt there. Moving closer, she drew my head toward her body. Kneeling up as high as possible so my face aligned nearly level with her breasts, I gently sucked one nipple into my mouth and played with it using my tongue for a minute or two before she pulled away. She moved behind me over to her side of the bed, pushed back the covers, and lay down. Grabbing her Kindle from the nightstand, she switched off the bedside lamp and started reading. The clock on her nightstand read exactly 10:16 PM. While I knelt in the dark feeling aroused and horny, she continued reading. This was genuinely a new experience for me. She had tethered me before, but that was months ago and only briefly. Now it seemed like this might last longer than usual. After about five minutes, my knees began to ache slightly. Thank goodness for the pillow; otherwise, I would have been in pain. Ten minutes passed, making my knees even more tender, so I shifted my weight forward a bit less upright, sitting back onto my heels somewhat. Still no relief though. The soreness fortunately didn’t worsen significantly but just held steady at that ten-minute level. After fifteen minutes, she was still comfortably reading in bed; as far as I knew, she hadn’t even glanced at me once. Definitely a change... At twenty minutes - nothing changed. I remained kneeling and achy while she reclined comfortably enjoying her book. It took nearly thirty minutes before she sighed, turned off the Kindle, set it aside, and pushed back the covers again. She retrieved something from the nightstand and stood up. Walking to the foot of the bed, she reached down and unclipped me from the post but left the tether attached to my cage like a leash. Helping me stand, she used that tether to guide me over toward her side. Now I realized what she had picked up - it was the key for my device. I noticed because I saw her reach down and felt her twist the lock for several seconds. Then I sensed her slide the cage off my penis followed by removing the base ring. OK, now I’m really getting into this scenario. She placed the hardware aside and stood directly in front of me, reaching down to start stroking me. Despite the fading ache in my knees, it felt wonderful. Wearing a chastity cage heightens sensitivity on the glans after just a day or two, so her rubbing quickly made me very erect. Of course, I was standing there with hands still bound behind back and head tilted up enjoying the sensation. My legs were trembling - and I don’t think that stemmed from my knees alone. It felt like they might buckle at any moment. Never... Never did I imagine such a simple caress could feel so amazing. Just as I thought it couldn't get better, she paused stroking me, looked into my eyes with her "Mona Lisa" smile for several seconds, then knelt in front of me and took me into her mouth. Talk about an eruption of sensation! This was entirely new, totally unexpected, and deeply erotic - something straight out of the wildest parts of my chastity dreams as I stood there with hands cuffed behind me while the woman of my fantasies knelt before giving me an incredible blowjob. And talk about teasing... Mama varied her technique to keep from letting me get too worked up. Sometimes sucking firmly, sometimes gently. Occasionally running her tongue over me, other times not. At moments taking me deep into her mouth, at others focusing just on the tip of my penis. Keeping me highly aroused but never quite allowing me to cum. I truly have no idea how long this lasted because my eyes were closed and definitely NOT watching any bedside clocks, and time seemed suspended. After a while, she stopped and stood up again. Still standing before me, she reached behind me unfastened the snap link on one cuff, completely freeing me. Then she turned me slightly and guided me back onto the bed. Silently signaling for me to move fully onto the mattress before joining me there herself, kneeling just off to my side as I aligned I tied myself from head to toe at the bed's end. The moment I ceased movement, she dove back down, drawing my penis into her mouth and starting to really turn me on. What had been teasing before became genuine satisfaction. As I watched her head positioned near my midriff and felt her mouth working on me, I could sense myself hardening further. She paused briefly, then swiftly swung a leg over mine, guiding me directly inside. Just when things couldn't improve any more, she elevated them to an entirely new plane. It was incredibly stimulating for me, likely for her too—I realized this as I slid into her and felt how soaked she was. Uunnggghhh. We engaged with the energy of schoolchildren. She rode on top in a cowgirl position, sometimes leaning forward so her breasts pressed against my chest, other times sitting upright and balancing herself by placing her hands behind her back or across my chest. Occasionally she bounced atop me while I lay still; at other moments, I thrust upward as powerfully as possible. Often we moved together simultaneously. Whenever she was in motion, my hands roamed over her breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples—something I knew she absolutely adored. Between her wetness and my rising arousal, timing became uncertain, though it felt like an extended period before release arrived. Then she halted. Slipping me out slightly, she remained straddling but shifted upward until her knees rested on either side of my head, aligning her pussy perfectly over my mouth. Without a word or warning, she leaned forward, gripped the headboard, and lowered her hips so her pussy landed squarely onto my tongue. Oh God. Wet, hot, swollen, fragrant. A cascade of thoughts erupted instantly as her pussy settled on me, causing my senses to go into immediate overdrive. I licked, thrusting with my tongue, doing everything within my power using just that muscle. Meanwhile, she rolled her hips while balancing against the headboard, grinding her pussy against my mouth and chin. For me, it was pure erotic bliss—a fantasy lover’s paradise. Within a few minutes, I sensed her approaching climax through touch alone, followed swiftly by its arrival as I felt her body shuddering above mine. Mrs. KHH typically becomes quite sensitive immediately after reaching orgasm, but not this time. She rode out the waves without slowing significantly, continuing to grind against my face. Perfect! My face is exactly where it wants to be! It seemed long-lasting until she gradually reduced her pace and stopped completely. Lifting one leg before placing it back down beside the other, she knelt near my head, then slid lower to recline alongside me. We spent several minutes recovering. I recall feeling a pleasant coolness as the ceiling fan circulated air over my now-sweaty body. It felt wonderful... But her attention wasn't done with me yet. After only a couple of minutes, Mama turned sideways on the bed and brought her head back to my crotch area. She immediately took my penis into her mouth once more, beginning another round of suction. Recall that I had been nearing climax several times prior but hadn't quite crossed over completely. My cock remained hard, though not "throbbing" with intensity as it sometimes does. That changed instantly upon feeling her lips around me. This particular blowjob differed entirely from any she has given me previously. While they have always been excellent, this time her energy appeared nearly frantic. Naturally, my cock responded—returning to full erection and solid hardness within what felt like mere seconds. There was no question that she intended to make me cum this round. I could feel myself drawing ever closer. When it seemed imminent, she STOPPED!!!! Oh NO! Don't stop now! Swiftly, she rolled onto her back, pulling me forward between her legs. Her hand reached down between us, guiding me back into her thoroughly soaked pussy. Instant entry. Instant depth, as far as I could manage. So incredibly horny and aroused. It felt so good. No restraint left. Supporting myself with my hands, I thrust repeatedly—pounding rhythmically while catching breaths. Uuuhhhnnnngggghhh. Her expression... eyes shut... mouth slightly parted... panting? Her hands rested on my back, pulling forward, urging me onward. More... MORE. I surged from arousal to extreme stimulation and then climaxed in about two seconds upon release. No gradual buildup as usual. Oooohhhhhhh:shock: it felt so intensely good I nearly lost consciousness. I collapsed onto her briefly before pushing my body back up to look down at her face. Her eyes were open again, mouth closed but curved into a semi-smile. My heart raced rapidly then began slowing beneath hummingbird speed... I lay above her, still connected inside, feeling myself soften and breathing normalize. And there she was. So beautiful. Skin glistening with sweat just as mine must be. The ceiling fan's cool breeze finally registered in my awareness. The remainder of the evening passed somewhat dreamily for me. We cleaned up together, putting away all the cuff and tether hardware. I gathered the components of my chastity cage to place on my nightstand. Lying side by side we whispered softly... before drifting off to sleep. I have experienced it and believe I've expressed it clearly too. For me, **chastity** is truly beneficial. Fewer orgasms overall for me now, but when Mama allows them.... WOW! Events like last night likely won't occur constantly, which suits me fine. I had been locked up roughly a week (give or take) since my previous release. That works well too. Mama understands she holds the authority. And last night? She was undoubtedly—in fact VERY DEFINITELY—the one in control. And here are the figures: Last O - Monday, July 8, 2013. JB continuous wear started - July 9, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 173. Total days caged: 122.

It’s hard to believe that it's been over a week since I last posted.... Work and "life" have definitely gotten in the way of just about everything, and I wonder where the time has gone. Since my last post, I've been extremely busy with work, and that has taken up not just the "normal" work day, but also a lot of time outside of the normal 9-5. We're really pretty spoiled in the US in that we aren't too impacted by time zone issues. If you make a call from the east coast to the west coast, you're only talking a few hours difference. But if you have a call from the US to the Middle East? Well, a midnight call in the US could be an 8:00 AM call in Dubai... YIKES! But I've been doing as much as I can to be "normal" as it relates to giving Mama as much pleasure as possible. She, in turn, has been griping about our east-coast heat wave, and really doesn't want to do much other than stay cool. Our house (as recounted previously) is an older one with poor insulation. Our central AC is a decent unit, but really can't keep up on really hot days. So - as I sit here, the thermostat is set at 76, but the actual temperature downstairs is 80, and probably 83 or 84 upstairs. Mama don't do hot temperatures... My last post described an incredible NSFW session with my beautiful wife. I still remember it and fantasize to the memory. But since then, Mrs. KHH has allowed me out of the cage twice more, once on the 11th, and then again on the 14th. So I had three "O's" in a total of 7 days, with 2 days caged between each one. I think that she's done for now, because I've been caged for 3 days already since my last release. But the cage-no cage decision is hers, not mine. In spite of the warmer temperatures, I am having no issues whatsoever with my Jailbird. Fits very comfortably thank you very much! Daily showers and cleaning keep irritation away, and a dab of lotion really helps as well. As I sit here writing this, I hardly even know that I'm wearing it unless I move. I think wearing a home-built for a long time before ordering my JB really helped me get the right sizes when I ultimately ordered the JB. The cage is non-restrictive unless I get aroused, then it becomes apparent pretty quickly. The base ring is barely snug, and can move back and forth, but not EASILY, so it keeps everything in place nicely, and is sized well enough to reduce the likelihood of pull-out. The base ring - cage spacing (3/8 inch) eliminates the possibility of removal - my testicles simply won't fit through the gap. No way, no how... Mama is becoming more and more comfortable with me being caged too. When I first got the JB, she would look at it intently if I came out of our bathroom nude. She doesn't even glance over at me now. I guess it's become "part of the background scenery." But if and when she elects to "play," the cage becomes a pretty integral part of our fun. And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, July 14, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 15, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 181. Total days caged: 128.

Just a short post from the road today. I'm on the road travelling for business and will be returning home tomorrow late at night. In all likelihood, Mrs. KHH will be fast asleep by the time I get home. We had a truly wonderful time on Saturday night, with me unlocked and lots of loving, culminating with a phenomenal PIV orgasm for me. Mama is all over the map with the durations of my time locked up. Sometimes it's a couple of weeks, sometimes it's only a couple of days. I wonder if she's trying to play tricks with my head... In any case, I'm currently unlocked due to travel. I got unlocked on Monday morning about 30 minutes before I left to go to the airport. That's the closest Mama has ever cut it. But I'm really writing this post because a notion came to me a bit earlier today. I've been locked up mostly (but intermittently) for quite a while. Mama hasn't denied me TOO much, but has definitely teased me without release a few times over the past month to 6 weeks. So here I am on the road, and you know... I really MISS the feeling of my cage. I get to the point where I barely even know it when I'm wearing it, but when I'm out of it for more than about a day, it really hits my head. Seems like it's all I can think about. "Something's missing!" Wonder if that feeling goes away after a while, or if it gets even stronger? And the numbers: Last O - Saturday, July 20, 2013. JB continuous wear since - Currently uncaged. Total days of JB Ownership: 187. Total days caged: 131.

> member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > So here I am on the road, and you know... I really MISS the feeling of my cage. I get to the point where I barely even know it when I'm wearing it, but when I'm out of it for more than about a day, it really hits my head. Seems like it's all I can think about. > "Something's missing!" I know the feeling. How about taking it with you and use one of the plastic numbered locks. Maybe even text a photo back to your wife when you put it on at your final destination and another just before you were to come home.:D

> member_56a3d51043 wrote: > > member_c618a9fed3 wrote: > > So here I am on the road, and you know... I really MISS the feeling of my cage. I get to the point where I barely even know it when I'm wearing it, but when I'm out of it for more than about a day, it really hits my head. Seems like it's all I can think about. > > "Something's missing!" I know the feeling. How about taking it with you and use one of the plastic numbered locks. Maybe even text a photo back to your wife when you put it on at your final destination and another just before you were to come home.:D Reminds me of a trip that I reported on in the archived discussion -K

Sitting here at lunchtime (my time) reflecting on the state of things. It's a beautiful Tuesday outside, with wonderful temperatures. But Mrs. KHH isn't here... On Sunday morning, Mama left with two of the kids to drive out to her mom's place in Oklahoma for a 2-week visit. She'll be back on August 9. A 2-day drive (they stopped outside Memphis after going for about 13 hours on the first day), then finished up with a 9-hour drive on Day 2. A long drive, but not too bad. Gets a bit tedious in parts of Tennessee, and then again in western Arkansas and eastern Oklahoma. From the stats at the end of this post, you'll see that Mama let me out to play on Thursday night before she left, and the night after I got back from my business trip. I actually got home around 1 o'clock on Thursday morning after a late return flight, but it wasn't too bad. Our play session was extremely fulfilling for me. It seems like Mama has really taken a shine to keeping me locked up. When we do engage in lovemaking these days, it seems like I spend a LOT of time with my head buried between her glorious thighs, and then at the last minute she decides to unlock me, throw a leg over me, and guide me into her. I have said many times that I absolutely love going down on her, and being able to do so whenever she wants me to makes me very happy. I only hope that she's not feeling like she has an obligation to let me cum in her after I spend so much time licking her. I suppose the big news is that Mrs. KHH has decided that she wants me to lick her pussy again AFTER she's let me cum. The proverbial creampie. For almost 27 years we did nothing like this, then all of a sudden, the last two times we've made love and she let me cum in her, she rests for a minute and then crawls up my body and plants her pussy right over my mouth. Kind of erotic, definitely a different taste and aroma, she's much more aroused when she does, and I don't mind it at all to tell the truth. But I have to wonder where she got the idea... Since I've been in chastity, she has definitely opened up a LOT more about what turns her on, and has become much more open about how I can give her pleasure. It's almost like having me in chastity has removed some of her inhibitions and allowed her to become a bit more kinky. I don't mind in the slightest, and am more than happy to oblige. I don't mean to say that she's become a card-carrying BDSM domme (not judging at all here!), but compared to how she USED TO BE, she's a lot more "demonstrative." So Mama is gone until the 9th. The implication of that is that this will be my longest ever period of lockup, even if she unlocks me immediately on her return. I'm a bit anxious about that, but a bit excited at the same time. Now 15 days might seem trivial to some of the veterans out there, but for me it's new territory and I wonder how I'll really feel at the end of it when she gets home. Of course, there's no guarantee that she'll unlock me when she gets home either.:shock: I think I wrote in my last post that it felt "weird" being unlocked while I was on my last trip. Definitely did. Definitely felt better when I got home and got locked up again. Somehow it just felt "right" if that makes any sense. The warmth of the steel a few minutes after the cage goes on. The slight feeling of "weight." The feeling of constriction of the cage around my penis. The thought of knowing that once it's on, I can't get it off again - only Mama can, and she ain't saying when... I'll likely post again before Mama gets back from her visit, just to update y'all on how the feeling changes over time. And one final thought... I would have never guessed when I STARTED posting here that I would be one of the more prolific contributors. I just thought I'd be posting my thoughts and feelings perhaps every week or so as a sort of written documentary about how my life and Mrs. KHH's life have changed since our chastity journey began. I'm thrilled beyond belief to have gotten some of the feedback that I've gotten. Can't say enough how much it means to me. I'm just glad that my thoughts and musings have had a positive impact on others. ... And what a journey it is!... And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, July 25, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 26, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 194. Total days caged: 136.

Didn't think I would be posting for a few more days... But Mama called last night as I was reading in bed. It felt really good to hear her voice and to hear about her day. She went to the airport relatively early in the day to pick up her sister and niece. She and her sister took a nice walk later in the day, catching up on sister-sister communication I guess. I've noticed that when I'm travelling, I miss my wife but it seems manageable. On the other hand, when I'm at home and she's on the road it seems like time passes agonizingly slowly. Maybe it's because I'm surrounded by all of "our" stuff and everything I see and do reminds me of her and of her absence. I dreamed of Mrs. KHH last night and woke up with a cage-inhibited erection this morning. It was a very, very good thing that I was locked up or I would most definitely have "rubbed one out." Read a new thread by Grown-Ocean this morning the archived discussion about chastity concerns and his worry about "stunted erections." thought about that as I was reading his post and reflecting on my own this morning. > But then I came across stunted erections. Definite pressure, but no pain at all. Frustrating as hell, but no apparent short or long-term effects for me. When I got my cage, I intentionally sized it so I'd have a little room to grow. In fact, when Mama DOES elect to release me, it seeems like she can "get me up" much faster than she used to, and it also seems like I last a LOT longer. Not saying that my results are the same as everyone else's, but hey, it's one more data point. Of course, I've only been in chastity (at least with my MM Jailbird) for 195 days of total ownership. Last O was 6 days ago, and it feels like an eternity. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, July 25, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 26, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 195. Total days caged: 137.

Wow... Approaching 200 days of Jailbird ownership. Who would have thought. It's been three days since I last posted, and I've been locked up for 8 days. My arousal seems to have plateaued, and now it's just that I miss Mrs. KHH and her presence while she's 1,400 miles away visiting her mom. As I said in a response to another post, my arousal seems to come in waves over the course of the day. Probably 5 or 6 times during the day I just get (almost) uncontrollably horny. It's a pretty intense feeling, but a most enjoyable one. I have no doubt that if I weren't locked up I would be furiously "rubbing one out." Of course that would relieve the immediate tension, but I would still be HERE and Mama would still be THERE... I like reading the threads and posts on this forum because I can think of them as I read them, and can compare how I'm feeling to what others are saying. I can almost see myself in some of those other posts. And sometimes I get a really good chuckle too! Mama's away for another week. She'll get back on Friday after a long day of driving, and she probably won't want to do too much on Friday night. Of course I'll be as horny as Hell, and frustrated to boot, but for her the benefit is that she's in complete control. So it'll be a stress-free night for her and probably a stress-filled one for me. Oh well, at least I hope she'll let me go down on her. That'll definitely make me feel better after a 2+ week hiatus... And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, July 25, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 26, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 198. Total days caged: 140.

Woo Hoo... Broke the 200-day barrier. And by my calculations, I've been locked up about 71% of that time. I've now been locked up continuously for 12 days which is approaching my previous upper limit. I've got at least 3 more days (which WILL push me into uncharted territory). And if I interpreted Mrs. KHH's comments last night when we spoke on the phone, it'll be a while AFTER she gets back from her vacation at her mom's before I am permitted to cum. She did indicate that there could be some teasing and denial in my future, but I'm not betting on that either. Hmmm. Seems like being on vacation has had an effect on her thinking.:shock: And so I sit here in the kitchen, taking a short break from my work to read through the CF posts and to consider how I'm feeling. Since Mama left for her vacation, I've been dreaming of her most nights (as I always did, even before I was locked up - call it pre-Jailbird or "pre-JB"). But now that I'm locked up, my dreams seem much more vivid. I don't remember details of them when I wake up (rarely did) but what I do remember is that they were INTENSE. I find myself waking up with morning wood much more often now. Not painful morning wood, but rather pleasant "pressure" morning wood. It takes some time in a cool shower to help things calm down a bit, and cleaning myself up seems to prolong things. LOL. I also find myself daydreaming about Mama a lot - but of course I always do when we're apart. Of course now the daydreams seem stronger than before. Finally, I find that it takes only a little thought about Mama to get me dripping pre-cum. Now that's something new! I've noticed it a couple of times over the past six months, and it's definitely increased since she's been gone on this trip. Guess I miss her, huh? We speak every night, and I eagerly await her call. Sometimes we can't talk "freely" because she calls from her mom's kitchen. So the calls are a bit shorter and more "factual." But when she calls from her mobile in her room upstairs, then the gloves come off and we really get into some pretty torrid phone sex. Well, at least for her as I'm pretty constrained as to what I can do... I got rather concerned two nights ago when we spoke because she told me that she had gotten a migraine headache. In fact, she was still recovering from it when we spoke yesterday. This is a huge deal, and I was pretty worried. She hasn't had a migraine in years, and when she gets them it is incredibly painful for her as she's completely incapacitated. We're talking severe light and sound sensitivity, and incredible "ice pick in the head" pain, to the point of pain-induced physical paralysis. It just hurts too much for her to move... At all... This one came on when she was in a Wal Mart about 20 miles away from her mom's house. Fortunately one of my sons was with her (just got his driver's license) and was able to driver her home. Whew... Dodged a bullet there. We think her migraine was brought on because she had some MSG - you know, the "flavor enhancer." Another definite migraine trigger for her is red food coloring. She had some birthday cake a few years ago that had red food coloring in the frosting and was laid out for three days. It's really hard to avoid MSG too. Seems like it's in just about anything that's processed these days. I'll be very' very glad when she's back home with better control over what foods she eats. It's not always so easy to eat well in Oklahoma. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, July 25, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 26, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 201. Total days caged: 143.

Mama's Home!:D:D:D:D Mrs. KHH and two of our kids pulled into the driveway at about 6:30 yesterday evening after a long day of driving home from her visit to her mom's in Oklahoma. I was so happy I could have exploded. It must have looked ridiculous - the smile on my face that simply wouldn't go away. Like a little kid. So happy and excited that she's back. Perhaps this is how a puppy feels when its owner gets home after a day of work. God I love that woman so much. It's agony for me when we're apart, and it ALWAYS makes me feel so incredibly good when we're back together again. It took a while to get everything unpacked from her car and get everything cleaned up and put away. Both my wife and her sister brought home a lot of stuff from "mom's place," as the main purpose of this extended visit was for the girls to help their mom go through the house from top to bottom and sort through everything. My MIL has disposed of a HUGE amount of her stuff that she no longer uses - old clothes, FIL's tools and "guy stuff," one of their two cars, etc. In any case, my wife tells me that MIL's house is a lot less full than it used to be. The whole crew also took a visit to Kansas to visit all the family's farms there. A total of 7 farms if memory serves me right, with a manager who oversees everything, and several farmers who lease the land (which usually adjoins their own land). Lots of different crops, depending on the season and the commodities markets. Everything from wheat to sunflowers. And let me tell you - you haven't seen anything until you've seen 300 acres of sunflowers in full bloom on a beautiful sunny day. It's awe inspiring! I'm glad my youngest son (18) went with them as well on this trip, although he was the only male surrounded by 5 females. He's incredibly tech-savvy and is entering a Computer Engineering program, and was able to spend some time "cleaning up" MIL's OLD, OLD desktop computer for her. Seems that FIL had a Facebook account that nobody even knew about! Who would have thought. My In-Laws were about as UN-tech-savvy as you could imagine (remember they were in their early to mid 80's!). In any case, Mrs. KHH is already out grocery shopping this morning. She was up before I was (somewhat unusual, that) and took our daughter to work at her part-time job, then headed right out for the day. Last night was an incredible welcome home for me. I knew hot tired Mama would be after her long drive (not just tedious, she also had to contend with lots of stormy weather). And tired she was. Mama took an early shower and retreated to the bed to catch up on her "True Blood" watching. It was right after that, and just after 9 when I rolled over to her and took her nipple into my mouth for some long overdue attention. I cannot tell you how good it felt to me to do that. It was like I was discovering her breast all over again. Following a few minutes of bliss for me as I gently sucked, nibbled, and generally welcomed her breasts home, I asked her if I could lick her pussy. Her "yes" was like a surge of electricity through my entire body. I slipped her panties off and slowly - ever so slowly - kissed and licked my way down her beautiful body. I sighed repeatedly as I worked my way down. It feld so incredibly good to be reacquainting myself with her body as she lay there. Her legs parted as I finally got to Heaven, and I began kissing her thighs and belly from between her legs. And then I discovered it... For only the second time in our married life... Mrs. KHH shaved her pussy for me.:o Oh God. Oh God.... OH GOD! What a turn-on for me. Mama normally keeps herself trimmed, but never shaved, and (except for once) NEVER like this! Needless to say, I dove right in after I discovered her secret. She was already wet when I started licking her pussy, and I couldn't help but keep licking her shaved mons. It felt so good. So puffy. So nice under my tongue. I probably spent as much time with my tongue on her mons as I did with my tongue on the rest of her pussy. I licked her pussy for well over an hour. And it made me feel so incredibly good to be doing so. Mama was really tired - so an orgasm for her was never part of the equation, but that didn't stop her from getting really aroused and excited. Which only just added to my arousal. My cock as positively drooling in its cage as I licked her! I don't think I've ever produced so much per-cum. It just kept flowing as I licked, sucked, and kissed Mama's thighs, belly, and pussy. So good... So happy... When I finally moved back up again, I went immediately to her breasts again. Gently sucking each nipple in turn as we relaxed in each others arms. And just before she went to sleep, snuggled in my arms, with my mouth locked onto one of her nipples, she dreamily whispered to me... "I'm not going to let you cum for at least another week." And I was happy. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, July 25, 2013. JB continuous wear since - July 26, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 205. Total days caged: 147.

"So sneaky she is.... We had a magnificent session of oral (me pleasuring her) on Friday the 9th during which she told me that she wouldn't let me cum for at least another week. Saturday was recovery day, and we had a wonderful tease and denial session for me. After being locked up for such a long time, it was very easy for Mama to really get my motor running. And she did...:D Lots and lots of frustration, as she pulled out all the stops and really went to town. I think we both knew that I wouldn't be able to control myself, so she took the liberty of cuffing my hands behind my back before removing my cage. I think the feeling of submission caused by having my hands cuffed increased my libido tenfold! In any case, she spent lots of time teasing me with her tongue and fingers. She spent time kissing me all over. She even went so far as to lay me on my back, put my penis into her and ride me for just a few minutes. She was so incredibly wet. I was so incredibly horny. When she dismounted I thought I would explode with passion. Mama has made love with me several times with the base ring from my Jailbird still in place. I always thought it would poke her, but she simply rotates it down to the bottom of my scrotum and has no problems at all. I suppose certain positions might lead to poking, but with the ring on the bottom, Cowgirl is no problem at all. Then when she's done, she simply rotates the ring back up and replaces my cage. So that's what she did on Saturday night. And it was so incredible. A couple of paragraphs can't really describe all the playing we did over the course of several hours. I was left horny, frustrated, and wanting, and Mama came away fully sated. As it should be... I woke up pretty early on Sunday morning and was feeling pretty aroused from the very first. I don't often do it, but I couldn't resist. I pulled the covers back and gently worked Mama's panties down. Surprisingly, she didn't even wake up when I did that. When I gently moved her legs apart and began licking her pussy, she did wake up though. It wasn't a sudden wake up though - not at all like the mental trauma from an alarm clock going off. Instead it was one of those gentle, dreamy wakeups. The kind where you slowly drift into consciousness over a minute or two. All the while I'm lapping away contentedly at her beautiful pussy while she lay there completely relaxed. Once she woke fully however, she started getting into it pertty quickly. Her hips had a mind of their own as they began rocking in time with my tongue motions. We probably continued that was for another ten minutes or so before I moved back up next to her, gently pulled up her cami top and began sucking on one or her nipples, which had become quite firm. For me it was a beautiful way to wake up. And there was no doubt that Mama was happy about it as well. A few more minutes and she took over, caressing my chest and slipping her hand down to massage my cage. Can't tell you how good that felt! She paused for a minute, reached over to her nightstand and retrieved the key to my cage. I was unrestrained, which was a bit of a risk, but she unlocked and removed my cage and set it aside. She rolled back over toward me and began caressing me again. Not focusing on my now uncaged penis, but running her hand all over my torso and groin. She would occasionally give me a stroke, which was almost as tortuous a full-on tease. After a few minutes, she moved down and twisted my base ring so the pin was at the bottom. There was no way at all that the base ring could have been removed at this point as I was completely erect and fully aroused. Mama then threw her right leg over me, scooted up a bit, and guided me into her. She was so incredibly wet, and I was so incredibly horny! But she dropped right down and fully impaled herself on me in one motion, then paused for a few seconds. No doubt that I was not going to last long, and I told her so. She began rocking back and forth on me, and combined that with an up and down motion that brought me to the edge of orgasm in mere seconds. As I felt my orgasm building, I asked her if she really wanted me to cum. Her response: "I want you to cum in me" immediately drove me over the edge and I had one of my more powerful orgasms ever. Mind and body numbing is the only way I can describe it. Mama rested there for a minute or two after my orgasm, then rolled off me and lay down next to me again where we caressed each other for a while. I could feel the coolness of the air from the ceiling fan on my now wet penis and groin area. The chill felt kind of nice... Ten or so minutes later and I got up to take a shower, replacing my cage with a bit of body lotion when I was done, and walking back into our bedroom so Mama could click the lock shut. All in all, I can't think of a better way to start a lazy Sunday morning... And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, August 11, 2013. JB continuous wear since - August 12, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 207. Total days caged: 148."

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"Only a few days since my last post, but there was something that was rumbling through the back of my mind... I went back and checked the numbers, and they were very interesting to me. It seems that Mama has taken to this chastity thing more fully than I originally thought, but she has done it in a very understated way. Before being caged, I probably rubbed one out a couple of times per week, and probably had PIV lovemaking with O a couple times per week. Total O per month probably averaged 8-10 (at least)... Since January 18 (the day my Jailbird came in the mail), my orgasms have decreased markedly. There are obviously no self-induced orgasms anymore, but Mrs. KHH has reduced the number of Mama-induced orgasms for me pretty significantly as well. In fact, I've had a total of 20 since January 18th. The distribution looks like this: January..........1 February.........2 March............4 April..............2 May..............3 June..............2 July...............5 (what's up with that?:shock: ) August (so far)..1 If we exclude January (partial month) and August (work in progress), then my average is down from at least 8-10 per month to exactly 3. And if we exclude July as a statistical outlier, then the average drops to 2.6. Somehow I think Mama is going to drop the average further... Further, I've averaged 1 orgasm every 10.45 days since my Jailbird arrived. Somehow I think THAT number is going to go up...:lol: But on the flip side, the number of Os for Mama is way up, and her teasing of me is positively through the roof! **Sounds like a WIN-WIN to me...** God... Sometimes I hate being an anally-retentive number-crunching engineer. And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, August 11, 2013. JB continuous wear since - August 12, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 209. Total days caged: 150."

Mrs. KHH has a knack for saying the most surprising things... Last night marked the season finale of True Blood. My wife is hooked on the series and has read all the books, but she really dislikes how it changed after that first season. She thinks the female lead "Sookie" acts like an absolute BI#%H nowadays. Anyway, she wanted to watch last evening while I had a craving for playtime. So she cuffed me up and tethered me at the foot of the bed with a strap from the post to my chastity cage, letting her enjoy the show undisturbed. Oh wow... Well, she certainly enjoyed that peace! And I spent time kneeling there observing her as she watched and got increasingly annoyed. The moment the closing credits began rolling, she rose up, untethered me, then guided me over to my side of the bed. She pushed me back into a seated position, reached behind for my cuffs, unclipped them, and set me free entirely. She climbed atop me and just knelt there for some time, gazing at me. Then she rolled off onto her own side. Mama was topless, wearing a pair of lovely sexy panties. She pulled my head to her breast and guided her nipple toward my mouth without uttering a word. I immediately sucked it in, starting to nibble and suck as she kept my head pressed against her chest. After a little while, she said she wanted me to lick her pussy. YEAH BABY! I kissed down her torso and dove right in as she spread her legs. She was already quite wet. I think one of the scenes from the show ran through her mind... A scene where a character named "Jason" went down on one of the ladies while she had an orgasm. He stood up and started unfastening his belt. She told him, "Keep that in your pants." He looked at her with a forlorn expression and said something like, "I've been going down on you for 178 straight days and still haven't gotten anything back." Well, something along those lines anyhow... Her response was classic: "Well, I'm just trying to make it hard fo "Are you?" The image kept replaying in my head, and I’m sure it was happening inside Mama’s mind too. I stayed with my face buried between her legs at her lovely pussy for a good while before she drew me up beside her and started working on me through the cage. She spent ages fondling me, stroking me, pinching my nipples, and generally making life difficult... It felt so painful.... It also felt so wonderful..... Then came the words: I don't want to release you from your lock because whenever I do, it makes me want to see you come.” She kept stroking me for another minute or two before announcing, "I'm worn out now and off to bed." She turned over and was asleep in an instant. Left there frustrated and full of desire, my cock swollen tight against the cage bars and leaking profusely. All worked up with no release coming anytime soon. It took probably half an hour for me to calm down enough to finally relax and drift off as well. What a night. I wouldn't swap it for anything else. I've been reading quite a few recent updates, constantly comparing my circumstances to those of others who have posted lately. There are similarities in many areas, but radical differences in others too. Guess that's part of the charm of male chastity, right? It varies greatly from person to person. Here are the stats: Last O - Thursday, August 15, 2013. JB continuous wear since - August 16, 2013. Total days in JB Ownership: 214. Total caged days: 154.

And there's no release in sight.... I've had my Jailbird since January 18th. It’s been 218 days as of today. Before I started chastity, I would likely have cum nearly 200 times during that same period. Conservatively speaking, let’s say 180 times. While most of those were from masturbation, at least 50 or 60 happened through PIV sex with Mrs. KHH. My actual orgasms since putting on Jailbird number 21 for the first time are now recorded as of today. That means my orgasm count has dropped by nearly a factor of 10. I was thinking about that last night while Mama and I were in bed, she watching the news and me reading my tablet. When the weather report started, I put down my device, turned off the bedside light, and focused on the screen (yes... humidity is dropping!). Without saying a word, Mama absently reached over with her left hand and began caressing my chest. Then she alternated between stroking me and pinching my nipples, which really turns me on. I have no idea what was going through her mind as she did this; when I glanced up, her attention was still fully fixed on the TV. The moment she started touching me, my caged cock began "drooling." Once the weather report finished and some of the feel-good news wrapped up, she turned off the television and started playing with me more enthusiastically. She rolled over toward me and used her other hand to caress me too. I lay there in frustrated agony as my cock secreted more fluid every second. Her hand slowly moved down toward my groin but never stayed still for more than a few seconds. If this is "teasing," it was agonizing, even after my short current lockup of 7 days. She continued playing with me, giving more and more attention to my balls and caged cock. Caressing, gently squeezing, massaging... Thighs, belly, chest, nipples. The sensation was electrifying. Then she pushed back the covers and sat up, still engaging with me. She twisted around and lay down again, this time resting her head on my stomach as she continued teasing me. It seemed like she wanted a close-up view of what she was doing. For a few minutes, she kept it going that way. Then slowly, almost tentatively, she moved her head lower and gently licked me through the cage. The bolt of electricity that shot through my entire body at the first touch of her tongue was incredible. She continued this gentle licking for some time, alternately playing with me, caressing me, and licking as my cock threatened to explode through the bars. I’m positive that I was drooling heavily by then, but she didn’t stop for a long while. When she DID finally stop, it felt like my world ending. The agony and ecstasy of pleasure surging through me, only to cease as she sighed and moved back up to snuggle beside me again. I immediately turned my attention—and head—toward her beautiful breasts, urgently sucking one nipple into my mouth. It was all I could do to be gentle given how incredibly aroused and horny I felt. For what seemed like a long time, I licked and sucked at her nipples, alternating between right and left. At some point, she withdrew her nipple from my mouth and whispered that she wanted me to lick her pussy as she reached down and shimmied out of her panties. Without any hesitation or delay, I moved immediately down between her legs. Normally, I would take my time, kissing and licking her torso for a long while before finally arriving there, but last night it seemed like I couldn’t control my urgency. I went straight to her pussy and began licking like a man possessed. She was incredibly aroused and wet. In the back of my mind, I knew she would be that way because of my attention to her breasts. But it still felt like Heaven for me. I kept having to relax and enjoy, but my arousal and horniness threatened to overwhelm me constantly. It seemed only minutes before I felt the telltale beginnings of her orgasm. Her gentle hip and thigh motions against my head and face became more spasmodic, and her breathing grew tighter. When it came, her orgasm seemed almost explosive compared to some recent ones. It built very quickly and overwhelmed her. I felt her thighs clench around my head as her pussy pulsed with the climax. When it finally crashed over her, I immediately softened my licking and slowed down my pace. As sensitive as she gets right after cumming, I wanted to help preserve this feeling for as long as possible for her pleasure. It took a while before she finally came back down again and regained complete control of her body. When she did, she pulled me up next to her and we resumed snuggling. It was so perfect. So incredibly perfect. My orgasms may have decreased by 90 percent, but with nights like last night, I really don’t mind. I love my wife so much, and being locked up as I was last night helped me focus all—and I truly mean ALL—of my attention on her pleasure. I asked her directly while we were relaxing if being in chastity has made me a better husband and lover. Her one-word answer—"yes”—said everything and meant everything to me. Mrs. KHH was a bit nervous 218 days ago when we first locked my penis into that stainless steel prison, but I don’t think it’s too much to say she is now a believer—as I have been for a long time. I have no idea when she might release me and let me cum again, but I really don’t care. As long as I can give my wife the kind of pleasure she got last night—and that she so rightly deserves—that’s all that matters. This is not just MY journey... This is OUR journey. And I think we’re both happy with where we’re going. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, August 15, 2013. JB continuous wear since - August 16, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 218. Total days caged: 158.

I could have written this! I shared your post with my wife. She smiled, then kissed me and said, "Yup, that's us to a tee"

I saw Locked4her55's new post and poll in the Chastity Devices forum—"$$'s"—and had to think about my response for a while... the archived discussion How much have I REALLY spent on devices? Locked4her55 specifically included money spent on home builts as well as those devices that have been more formally acquired. So I had to think about it... My Jailbird was just about $300, so that automatically eliminates the first two categories, but other than that, what was my total materials cost for the various devices I built and tweaked over the two years before I got my JB? While I certainly don't have receipts, I am pretty confident that the number is less than $100, and probably less than $50. I had a lot of the materials that I used for my first couple of iterations of devices just laying around the workshop... One of the benefits of being a "do-it-yourselfer" I guess. But as I got into it more and more, I confess I spent some time browsing through the local home improvement megamart with an eye toward figuring out how various things could be adapted to chastity use. BUT... If you include the cost of the TIME that I spent contemplating my purchases and in actual construction and adjustment... That's a WHILE DIFFERENT STORY. Probably a couple hundred hours of thought and effort.

Just about a week since my last post. And an enjoyable week it has been. Twice in the last week, Mrs. KHH has permitted me to enjoy going down on her. Ahhhhhh. So good. Last night, my oral ministrations culminated with a rousing O for her. It was so good to be able to make her so happy. Mama doesn't cum every time I go down on her (I think I've said that before??) so when she does, it's as much a joy for me as it is for her. But Mama also took the time during this past week to tease me mercilessly. And she never took my cage off either! For those of you who analyze my numbers, you might calculate that I've been out of my cage for two days. And you would be right. I had a short, two-day business trip this past week and was uncaged during that time. No self-pleasuring though as I was just too tired during my one night on the road. My cage is now like an old friend, and Mama seems to be even more comfortable with it than she ever has been. I think back to when I first got it back in January, and I compare my observations and perceptions of my wife then to those I see and feel now, and there's really no comparison. Mrs. KHH seems very comfortable with the notion of keeping me locked up for longer and longer periods. And it seems that she is deriving more and more enjoyment from it too. And the numbers: Last O - Thursday, August 27, 2013. JB continuous wear since - August 28, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 227. Total days caged: 163.

Talk about being overcome by life! Incredible amounts of work over the past couple of weeks have kept me from just about everything except... well .... work! Mrs. KHH left with my daughter this morning to go visit her sister in NY. Several things going on up there this weekend, and it's good that they can go. My wife's sister has a daughter who is just about the same age as OUR daughter, so you can only imagine everything that goes on when they get together...:lol: Two teenage girls... Nuff said. So I'm home with three of the sons for the weekend, preparing for the chaos that will be the next month or so at work (but in a good sense). I've noticed that Mama seems MUCH more horny since I've been locked up. I wonder if that's common or if others have experienced it as well. I submit as evidence the following: **Let's call Episode 1: "Afternoon Delight."** Because it certainly was! LAST Sunday was a "chill-out" day for me. Just lounging around listening to music (volume turned way down) and rereading my favorite books on my tablet. We've all done it.. Just completely relaxing. I moved around in the house as whim took me. I sat in the living room for a while, lounging in my favorite chair. Moved into the kitchen when a pang of hunger took me and read some more while I sat there in the kitchen snacking. Kitchen chair was a bit hard so I moved up to the bedroom and just reclined on the bed with my head propped on a couple of pillows. Completely "chillin." 8-) Mama had gone for a long walk and come back around noon, and was puttering around a bit while I was reading downstairs. She disappeared upstairs to take a shower a bit before I came upstairs and relaxed on the bed. When she came out of the bathroom, she was clad in her panties and a bra, with a towel wrapped around her. She looked a bit surprised to see me there, and asked what was going on. I casually replied that I was just relaxing on the bed to read. I put my head back down to go back to my story. Next thing I know, Mama is standing next to my side of the bed and pulling my pants down. She unlocked my cage, took it (and the base ring for my Jailbird) off, and commenced to go down on me. I went from absolutely no arousal to "hard as a steel rod" faster than a politician takes a campaign donation. There we were... Me laying down, Mama standing next to the bed leaning over me, the blinds completely open and the sun shining in. No real danger of being seen, just the "unusualness" of it all. A couple of minutes bringing me to the edge of orgasm, and she climbed on top of me. When she got her panties off I have no idea, but she still had her bra on. Straddling me, she guided my erection into her and commenced to ride me like a bronco. I - of course - was in Nirvana. Lasted only moments before I came and she collapsed onto me. **Let's call Episode 2: "Going Away Present."** So last night I came up to bed to discover Mama had just finished up her packing for her visit to NY. Paranthetically, HOW IS IT that a woman needs to pack so much for a ONE NIGHT trip? I mean... For crying out loud she'll be back at home in 36 hours... And 10 of those hours will be spent driving. TWO suitcases???? She jumped in the shower so she wouldn't have to take one this morning. Again, I lounged on the bed reading while she showered, then took care of my ablutions when she got out (not out of modesty, out of sheer necessity with our TINY master bathroom). I got into bed and turned out my light. She was watching the news and reading her Kindle. Next thing I know, she's rubbing my back and asking me if I'm asleep. I rolled back over toward her and discovered that I had rolled right into a naked breast. Of course my mouth instinctively took her exposed nipple in and began pleasuring it. Her hand meanwhile began caressing my chest and pinching my nipples. Well:roll: one thing led to another (why am I reminded of the Ron Burgundy line from the movie "The Anchorman": "*THAT really escalated quickly!*") and I quickly found myself on my back (again) with Mama unlocking me and removing my cage, preparatory to going down on me and jumping on me. Cowgirl, Missionary, Dog... Lots and lots of PIV in LOTS and lots of positions. Interspersed with LOTS of oral on both sides. I felt like the Energizer Bunny... It just kept going, and going, and going. I bring up the two episodes not gratuitously, but to evidence the point that Mama is MUCH (emphasis, exclamation point) more aggressive about "taking what she wants, when she wants it" than she EVER was before I was caged. When she initiates our lovemaking it is incredibly passionate. I'm laughingly tempted to say "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" but there's no way I will. I LOVE this change in her. On to some administrative notes... I will probably NOT post for a while due to "THE TRIP." I leave Wednesday on the following 10-day itinerary: Washington --> Houston --> Washington --> Kuwait --> Dubai --> Singapore --> Tokyo --> Washington. Yes... It's... Around the world. Then home for less than a week and off to the Middle East for another week. I expect I'll be out of the country for 60 to 70 of the 100 or so days between now and the end of the year. And the numbers: Last O - Friday September 13, 2013. JB continuous wear since - September 14, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 240. Total days caged: 172.

God I hate flying with a head cold.... Especially if the flight is a long one... Got back yesterday from "THE TRIP" (see previous post). Round the world... literally. First few days weren't too bad, but when I had the first long, overseas leg, I wasn't there long enough to even recover from the jet lag. Didn't used to be a problem. One day and I was back to normal. Just couldn't get into the swing of things this trip though. Middle East was hot (so what's new?) and dusty. Tired, not enough sleep. Uncaged, but never got the motivation or arousal necessary to even feel horny. There for 3 days, then another long trip to Singapore. Again, tired, not enough sleep. Still uncaged, still not enough motivation or arousal necessary to even feel horny. There for 3 days. Then the return trip to the good old US of A. Arrived mid afternoon yesterday, sick as a dog. My head cold was coming on since the Middle East (if not before) and hit me BAD in Singapore. But time and business meetings wait for no man. I feel sorry for the folks sitting around me on the flight from Singapore to Tokyo, then again from Tokyo to Washington. Hacking, snorting, sneezing. The kind of passenger even I rail against... Feeling a bit better right now. Got a decent night of sleep last night. Took a shower yesterday afternoon when I got home and put my cage on. Don''t even know if Mrs. KHH knows if I did. She'll probably feel me up later and find out. A week home and I'm off to the Middle East again, but she'll be off to visit her mom for a week. And the numbers: Last O - Friday September 13, 2013. JB continuous wear since - September 28, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 240. Total days caged: 174.

And another month has arrived... My recovery from my cold is (as always) a slow, arduous process. Each day in the recovery seems to be two steps forward and one step back. Still hacking and snorting, with a runny nose, et al. But fortunately there's no sore throat. And just when I get somewhat healthy, I'm off again to the Middle East this coming Friday night for another week.:cry: But on the flip side of the coin, Mrs. KHH will be "out of office" as well. She leaves Saturday for a week-long visit with her mom, and then will be bringing her mom back to visit with us for a few days. When that's all over, Mama will drop MIL off at my SILs house in NY. After spending a few days there, SIL and MIL will return to MILs home. Whew. Gets me brain locked just thinking about it all... Monday night, out of the blue, Mama decided that she wanted to play. I was - of course - more than willing. She didn't want me to go down on her because she's close to the end of her period, but apparently PIV is not an issue. There was nothing particularly remarkable about our foreplay, other than the fact that I had not cum in what seemed like ages and was particularly horny. Mama got me unlocked, but left the base ring in place, leading me to believe that she would just play with me for a while then lock me up again. Fortunately this was not to be. I was already as erect as I could be in my cage when she unlocked me, and bloomed to a full erection within seconds of her taking the cage off and setting it aside. Remember, I spent a long time uncaged when I was on my last trip, but still seemed extremely sensitive when the cage came off. Mama stroked me for a short while, then went down on me and began sucking just the tip of my penis. After a while, she began more of a "traditional" style, taking me completely into her mouth. She alternated this way for a short while, until I felt llike I was ready to explode. She stopped, shimmied out of her panties, and quickly straddled me, guiding me into her. Now as horny as I was feeling, and as long as it had been since my last O, I thought i wouldn't last very long at all. But.... The stars were completely aligned or something. We moved together, her on top of me. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. Sometimes hard, sometimes gently. And I didn't cum. Nope. Didn't even feel the urge. Being inside my beautiful wife felt so good, so right, so perfect. And we kept going. It was a long, long time before I finally came inside her and she collapsed on top of me to rest for a moment before rolling to the side. While I certainly wasn't timing it, and while time itself gets a bit subjective when you're in the throes of lovemaking, I have absolutely no doubt that this was the longest I have ever lasted. Ever. This - in my mind - was definitely one for the record books. When she finally roused herself to go to the bathroom, she smiled at me and whispered "Now put your cage back on." And I did. And it was right. And the numbers: Last O - Monday September 30, 2013. JB continuous wear since - October 1, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 258. Total days caged: 176.

Got back from my Middle East trip a bit tired, but really none the worse for the wear. I'm at home with the kids, but not Mrs. KHH until tomorrow. She's with her mom right now, and will be returning home - with mom in tow - tomorrow afternoon. While I was on the road, she DID send me an eMail telling me to lock myself up right away when I got home. So I sit here with my cock locked-up in a stainless steel chastity cage. Right now, it's more for masturbation control than anything else. As you may see from the stats at the end of my post today, my last O was on September 30. I wrote about it a bit in my last post - it was truly mind-blowing. But it's been almost two weeks since that explosion. Before I hit the road, she told me that I was not permitted to masturbate while on my trip. In the past (pre-chastity), I probably would have - many times. But I didn't on this trip, as I haven't on any of my trips since being locked up. Call it the honor system, but I think I'd really feel guilty and bad if I broke Mrs. KHH's rule. So I didn't masturbate. Not even once. I was very, very careful to spend as little time as possible touching myself when I washed up in the morning shower, doing everything I could to eliminate the temptation. So as I said, Mrs. KHH gets home tomorrow with her mom, who will spend a few days with us before going up to spend a few days with her other daughter in New York. She'll then go home with the other daughter and they'll spend a week or so at grandma's house. So Mama's mom gets to spend what will amount to almost a month with her daughters. This is a good thing. Funny. I really wasn't all that horny when I was travelling. I spent a couple of days at the beginning of my trip recovering from my head cold, but for most of the time was just fine from a "health" perspective. So it was just the normal "I'm not really horny because I'm on a business trip" routine. But let me tell you - as soon as I walked into our house on my return it hit me llike a ton of bricks. All of a sudden all that pent-up horniness hit me all at once. It was probably a GOOD thing that I jumped into the shower, got cleaned up, and got into my chastity cage right away. I don't know if I would have been able to resist. Kind fo interesting to think about it. If I were home the whole time, I would have been climbing the walls with horniness after a week. But being on the road, I wasn't affected at all - UNTIL I came home. I wonder if there's something to that??? Reflecting back on September, I had 3 O's in the first half of the month, then the grandest O of all on the 30th for a total of 4 for the month. But here we are almost halfway through October and the count is at zero. I don't think I'll see any action while Mrs. KHH's mom is with us either, so we're talking at least the 17th or 18th before anything could realistically happen. And Mama could easily decide to make it an"O-free" month for me. Of course it definitely won't be "O-free" for her. I can definitely see her having me spend some very high quality time with my head between her thighs!:D Possibly as early as tomorrow night when she gets home! I can hardly wait. And the numbers: Last O - Monday September 30, 2013. JB continuous wear since - October 11, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 268. Total days caged: 180.

Mrs. KHH came home on Sunday, with her mom in tow for a week-long visit before we hand her off to Mama's sister so she can spend some time at their house. In contrast to most, I really LIKE my MIL. She's smart, has a great sense of humor, and has never been overbearing since I've known her. Yes, I know the stereotype, but my MIL really breaks the mold. It's a pleasure to have her here visiting us. I was chaste (although not in chastity) for a long time (well... for me at least), with my trip, and then when I returned home and was locked up for a few days before Mama returned. She was tired on Sunday, which was to be expected after a long day of travelling. When we finally got to bed, she asked me to go down on her, but cautioned me that she would probably fall asleep with my tongue gently lapping at her magnificent pussy. Fortunately for me, she didn't. Fall asleep that is... As soon as she asked me to lick her pussy, I removed her panties and began gently licking her. With her words in my head, I concentrated on licking her gently with just the tip of my tongue. Yes, I was extremely horny, and my arousal filled my cage, but I really wanted to welcome her home and help her relax completely so she could get the rest she deserved. I licked her for a long, long time before she pulled me back up next to her. I thought she pulled me up next to her just so she could go to sleep, but she rolled onto her side and began stroking my belly and my caged cock, arousing me even further. Not having cum in two weeks, I was weeping tremendously, and could feel her fingers as they slipped over the end of my cage. She broke away from me and told me that she wanted to find the key to my cage, which surprised me completely. She turned on her bedside light and rummaged around in her nightstand for a while to find the key. She then rolled back over to me, inserted the key and removed the lock. I was flabbergasted when she removed not only the cage for my Jailbird, but also the base ring. She collected the pieces together and set them aside, then turned off her light again before reaching down and beginning to stroke me. Very quickly (surprise, surprise huh?) I built to a full erection, and she continued to tease me with her fingers. Having been denied for a couple of weeks, I quickly built toward orgasm. Not sure if she knew this or not - maybe she did as my cock began pulsing - but she shifted her touch to my belly and chest, and I began to calm down a bit. She did this several times, and I achieved a level of hardness that is really rare given my age. Phrases like "hard as a diamond", or "hard as a steel bar" kept drifting through my head as she continued to tease me. She surprised me again when - after at least 15 minutes of teasing me with her fingers and after at least 5 near orgasms - she slipped down and added her tongue and mouth to her teasing regimen. Oh God... Oh God... Oh God... She brought me right to the edge of cumming again and again, and all I could think of was the incipient mental devastation of her telling me "OK, that's enough. Time to lock you up again." But the words never left her lips and she continued with her erotic ministrations as I got even more aroused than I thought possible. She finally stopped torturing me and slipped her leg over me to straddle me. She guided my ever-so-hard cock into her, and slipped me in with one continuous thrust. The sensation of tightness, warmth, and wetness was almost overwhelming as she sat down on me and didn't move. I thought again that she would stop, withdraw me from her and just say "OK, I just wanted to remind you what you're not getting tonight." But she didn't do that either. She began moving on me, cowgirl style. Forward and back, up and down, around in little circles. All the time with her eyes closed and the most angelic look of bliss on her face. Her breathing a bit ragged, with a slightly explosive exhalation or pant everytime she came down and her pussy compressed against my pubic bone. The feeling of her bottoming out was incredible for me, and I wondered how quickly she was going to bring me to the edge of cumming. But she kept riding me. I'm not sure if I was less sensitive because of all her stroking with her hand previously, but I felt like I could last forever. Well maybe not forever, but certainly for a long, long time. After what seemed like ages with her riding me, I finally asked her if she wanted me to cum. She told me that I was allowed to, and I sped up my thrusting into her from beneath her. Her breathing got faster as I did, and she put her hands on my chest to help her balance. My orgasm, when it came, originated from deep in my soul. I felt it begin, and build slowly, ever so slowly. But I knew it was coming and I reveled in every feeling, every sense. When I finally exploded over the edge, it was one of the most intense feelings I've ever encountered, and I felt weak all over. It was just about two weeks since my last orgasm, but I was unlocked for most of that time while I was travelling. I'm not sure if the sensations I felt were caused by my chastity or by the depths of the relief I felt that Mama was back in bed next to me where she belonged. Doesn't really matter. I was so incredibly happy. Mama and I don't have sex as often as we did, but we make love much more often than we did before I was in chastity. I've read that this is common, but to experience it firsthand is truly enlightening. I find myself much more in tune to what she wants and to what makes her happy - and I like it. I think it's making me a better husband... At least I hope so. I love her so much. And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, October 14, 2013. JB continuous wear since - October 14, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 271. Total days caged: 181.

Extreme depression! I woke up this morning and took care of a couple of errands. Sitting in my living room right now with my laptop as I write this. So what's so depressing? About 3/4 of the chastity sites I look at regularly on Tumblr are down... All at once! I wonder if the chastity censors shut them down... If it were one or two, I could see a technical glitch. Of course, the Tumblr servers could be down due to a virus or a hardware failure, but I'm still being denied my daily fix of chastity captions. Mrs. KHH really took things to a higher level last night. There is a lot I write about in this Journey thread, but there's a lot more that I DON'T write about either. Nothing particularly "out there" in the grand world of fetish, but it would be safe to say that Mama has come a LONG way over the past 9 months. There are things that she does now that she would NEVER have thought about before I approached her about keeping me locked up. To coin a phrase... I'm lovin it. For about two hours last night we "played." It began when she cuffed my hands above my head before taking my cage off and just playing with me while she watched the new cable series "Masters" on TV. That's a MA-rated series, and she was really getting into it. So she played with me for an entire episode, plus part of another (nice thing about cable today, you can watch any of the previous episodes whenever you want). When the first episode ended and she paused from her ministrations to begin the second, she shifted down and lay with her head across my groin. There she alternately stroked me and teased me with her mouth. Licking, nibbling, and sucking me. Only occasionally would she take me completely into her mouth. Almost all her attention was on just the head of my penis. And it felt so incredibly good. She did this in the position she was in because she could simultaneously look at the TV while she was teasing me. By the time she finally turned the show off, I was a quivvering bowl of jello with a hard, erect, pulsing cock. Only then did she pause for a few minutes to turn off the TV then force my cage back over my cock. A bit painful, that, but I softened quickly as she pushed the cage into place and locked it again. Only then did she uncuff me. We lay there for a few minutes in the darkness and she told me that she wanted me to lick her pussy. YES MA'AM! I had her panties off in mere seconds and instantly went down on her. For me it was incredible. And she was so incredibly wet! I felt a little reciprocity was in order, so I intentionally kept varying my technique to keep her off balance. Whenever I sensed she was getting really excited, I changed it up and forced her to cool down a bit. Kind of like reverse teasing I guess. But incredibly fun. I know that I teased her like this for more than half an hour, trying to get her as crazy aroused as I was when she was playing with me before. I think she finally got frustrated with me and pulled me up next to her, telling me to suck and play with her nipples for a while, which I did with pleasure. It was after I did this for a while that I reached over, took her right hand, and guided it down between her legs so she could play with herself while I continued sucking on her left nipple while tweaking her right. Earlier in our marriage, there was no way that she would masturbate in front of me. But since she has me locked up, she's become much more open about playing with herself. In fact, she is occasionally quite brazen about it nowadays - arousing herself right in front of me while smiling at me with that "Look at me doing something in someplace where you can't be" kind of smirk. It was dark in our bedroom, but as I was at her breast I could hear her breathing changing. Then I could feel her body tensing up under me. And then finally, I could feel the movement of her arm and hand as it started moving faster and faster. As she approached her orgasm, I redoubled my attentions at her breasts and nipples, which become very sensitive as she nears her release. I almost felt sorry for her when she came... She had to keep somewhat quiet with three of the kids in their nearby bedrooms! But there was definitely an audible gasp as she peaked. The hand that was between her legs came up and crushed my head against her breast and she kept shivvering for what seemed like ages. All in all, an outstanding night. Mama got hers, and I had the pleasure of spending AGES with my head buried between her legs. Yep... Happiness all around. I've got a short business trip (domestic) starting tomorrow evening. Mama will likely unlock me sometime tomorrow. I wonder if she'll tell me that I'm not allowed to play with myself while I'm travelling... And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, October 14, 2013. JB continuous wear since - October 14, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 275. Total days caged: 185.

Sounds like a slice of Heaven! We share some of the same except for the restraints, though I have sometimes suggested it she prefers to have my hands free. As we profess, ultimately they are in charge.:)

The suffering is real. The torment continues. Mrs. KHH gave me a farewell gift last night, as I'm heading off on a relatively brief, domestic business trip today. We both went to bed early last night, and quite surprisingly the TV was already off when I entered the bedroom. Mama was reading her Kindle while I got ready for bed around 9:15 PM. After finishing my ablutions, I read for a bit on my tablet next to her as she continued with hers. A little past 10:00, I set aside my tablet and turned off my light. Even more surprisingly, she switched off her Kindle not two minutes later, mentioning she was quite tired. We both rolled over to our respective sides of the bed to sleep, with Mama dropping off almost instantly—I could tell by the sound of her breathing and that familiar snore. A few moments later, I shifted toward her and told her she needed to move or something because her snoring was keeping me awake. Then nothing happened until about 11:00 when the phone rang, waking us both up. Our daughter, who was over at a friend's house watching TV, called just to let Mama know she was on her way home and needed to make sure the back door was unlocked and the light left on so she could get in. I'm not sure why she didn't have her key with her, but Providence likely had something to do with it. Mama quickly got up, put on her PJs, and went downstairs to unlock the door and turn on the back light. A couple of minutes later she was back. She took off her PJs, switched off her bedside lamp, and climbed back into bed. Now—of course—I am horny as hell. The moment she got back in bed, I rolled over and asked if I could lick her pussy. She said yes, but noted that she was still tired and would likely fall asleep soon. No big deal; I get to do what I love doing anyway. Her panties were off in a jiffy, and I began licking gently. Not trying too hard to keep her awake or really excite her, just savoring every second of the act. But she didn't sleep through it, and she did get aroused.... Very much so. I nuzzled and licked her for a long time while her arousal built up. When I finally finished, she hadn't cum yet, but she pulled me closer next to her and started playing with my nipples, which always turns me on. Her hand wandered down absently to my cage, gently stroking from crotch to neck for several minutes. After a while, she stopped, retrieved the key to my cage, and unlocked it, leaving the base ring in place. She set the lock and cage aside, then spent about a minute rotating the base ring so the pin was at the bottom. She slid down just a bit and began stroking me again, bringing on a full erection very quickly. She continued this for some time, alternating between gentle strokes and shifting her hand up to my chest before returning it down. Interestingly, she probably spent more time with her hand AWAY from my cock than ON it. It didn't matter; it felt wonderful. I was definitely dripping—I could feel the wetness on my leg. Then she lifted her leg over me and straddled, guiding my cock inside her. She rode me for what seemed like an eternity, sometimes hard enough to make the bed squeak, and other times very slowly. Sometimes she sat up, giving me a view of her magnificent breasts, and other times she leaned completely forward so her breasts were compressed against my chest. For more than twenty minutes we continued this way. I was as hard as I had ever been, and I could tell she would bring me to orgasm soon. The look on her face told me she was enjoying it almost as much as I was. Ten more strokes and I'm there! Five more strokes and I'm about to cum. I never got those last five. She stopped moving, rested for a few seconds, then got off me, shifting to her side next to mine while gently stroking my cock a couple of times. I could feel our mutual wetness drying on my (almost) painfully erect cock, and I felt her gentle touches. She didn't say a word but continued touching me softly as my cock slowly softened. When she judged it soft enough, she retrieved my cage and put it back on. The click of the lock sounded much louder than usual when she secured it. She slid her hand up, pinched my nipples a couple of times, and whispered, "Now I want you to lick my pussy some more while I go back to sleep." AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH:shock::shock: Not even a ruined orgasm. I was so close... Yes Ma'am. And I went down on her again—gently—as she relaxed. It was exactly 12:46 when I stopped and moved up next to her to go to sleep. She had drifted off a while before, and I lay beside her with a feeling of both incredible happiness and abject frustration. I could almost hear my caged cock screaming at me, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!?" I sit here this morning writing this and contemplating the fact that Mrs. KHH has NEVER, EVER done anything like that before. PIV sex has ALWAYS led to orgasm. It has NEVER been abruptly cut short like that.... EVER... Oh but the arousal, the frustration, the (now) unresolved horniness. It's 9:40 in the morning as I write this, and Mama is lounging in bed. I'm horny. I think I'll go upstairs and ask her if I can go down on her again. And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, October 14, 2013. JB continuous wear since - October 14, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 276. Total days caged: 186.

Back from my domestic business trip. An unusual situation is coming up because I already know when my trips will occur in November... Most unusual indeed. Usually, I can't plan them more than a week or so ahead of time. Being able to plan almost a month out feels really weird. One trip is going to the Middle East, and another to South America. On the plus side, I'll hit the highest elite status on my primary airline with my first trip next month (the one to the Middle East). It's nice having "God" status on an airline... Lots of perks when you reach that level. And only about two more years until I hit the million-mile mark on that airline too, which means additional benefits. Looking at my tracker spreadsheet, I see that my last O was a while back. It's kind of sneaking up on me (with the trip and all), but I'm fast approaching the two-week mark for being chaste (either locked up or on the honor system). All but two days were spent locked up, though I was "good" during those other days. Two weeks might not seem like much to some of you, but it is close to my "record" (to the extent that I really care about such things). I'm at a point where I wonder if Mama will allow me to cum more than once this month. Last month was a banner month with 4 orgasms for me. Maybe she'll try to bring the average back down again...:lol: It's a lazy Saturday in the KHH household today. I had the kids outside raking leaves for a while and took care of some errands myself. Mama has been catching up on the mountain of laundry that always seems to accumulate here with 4 kids living at home. I could help out, but whenever I offer, it seems to create more stress than anything else. Mama simply doesn't trust me around her washing machine. She doesn't trust the male kids either... Only our daughter. I wonder why that is:?::?: Oh well. She has carved out the laundry room as her private domain, and I intrude as little as possible. If I DO break a chastity record, I'll be sure to let y'all know. And the numbers: Last O - Sunday, October 14, 2013. JB continuous wear since - October 14, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 282. Total days caged: 190.

Hi All... Yes, I really AM still alive. To say I've been busy would be a significant understatement. Unfortunately, real life (read --> WORK) has gotten in the way of my posting as much as I'd like. Since my last post (hmmm. Sounds like confession??), I've been overseas three times and have had one domestic trip as well. Work is certainly keeping me hopping. In fact, I arrived back in the US just this morning after a week in the Middle East. The weather is nice at this time of year over there, but the 13+ hour return flight was quite a kick in the pants. I've been going through my "chastity tracker spreadsheet" that I use to keep up with the numbers at the end of each post and have come to the conclusion that it's a good idea but perhaps a bit misleading, especially regarding the last two figures. At the end of today's post, you can see that I've had my Jailbird for 323 days and have been locked up for 210 of those days. Roughly 2/3 of the time. But that stat is really misleading. Just since September alone, for example, I can document at least 24 additional days where I was not caged but was not permitted to masturbate or cum. If I add up all that time, the statistic probably goes up quite a bit. But so be it. I don't have much time to post today; just trying to catch up on things. Cheers, KHH. And the numbers: Last O - November 26, 2013. JB continuous wear since - December 6, 2013. Total days of JB Ownership: 323. Total days caged: 210.