Gingerguy Beginning My Chastity Path

[Gingerguy] We got back from our holiday yesterday. I was still in the middle of my two-week no-cumming phase, so I had the chastity device on when we left that morning. Honestly, I felt a bit anxious walking through airport security, worried about getting caught or having to remove it.

While we were away, she let me out every day and kept teasing me constantly because I wasn’t allowed to cum. I initially thought avoiding ejaculation during sex would be the hardest part of this challenge, but then my fiancée started her new routine: each morning she’d jerk me off until I was desperate for release, only to tell me to lock myself up again.

As our two-week deadline approached, the teasing became more intense and prolonged. You can imagine how thrilled I was when that day finally arrived, knowing I would be permitted to cum—but only if she gave permission. It turned out to be one of the longest days of my life. Before we even got out of bed, she edged me twice in the morning, each time leaving me begging for release. The entire day felt like an endless edge.

Finally that night, she let me down and told me to lie on the bed. As she lubricated her hands, I could feel myself getting harder and harder. She confirmed that tonight was my chance to cum, but warned that if I begged too much, she might delay it until morning.

What I didn’t realize is that she had set a timer on her phone counting down to midnight—an entire hour away. As the seconds ticked by and the teasing continued without pause, I felt like I was going insane. She edged me three more times before announcing this time I would definitely be allowed to cum, but only if I told her exactly when I was about to explode.

As I neared my peak, I followed her instructions. Just as I was ready to ride the wave of that orgasmic release, she stopped. In that moment, I remembered telling her about ruined orgasms and how frustrating they sound. Lying there, watching my cock bounce around with cum dripping out, I couldn’t believe what she’d done.

She reminded me, however, that it’s up to her to decide how I’m allowed to cum.

We’ve taken a short break from the locking and denial for a couple of weeks. Afterward, I’ll start a full month of denial. She has embraced this dynamic wonderfully and loves seeing the frustration in my eyes when she stops me. To be honest, I wish she hadn’t been so good at it right away, but I did ask for this.

So here’s to another round!

Looks like you two are off to a good start. Enjoy

We’re still locking me up during the day—when we're apart, when I go to work, etc.—and letting me out in the evenings or weekends when she’s home and can ensure I’m not cheating. Last week I bought a few toys so I’ve been experimenting with them: a strapon, nipple clamps, several butt plugs (each one is a plug), a cock sleeve, and various lubes. There have been some very hot nights where she keeps teasing me constantly. I really enjoy the moments when she strokes me with one hand while her other works inside me as I lie on my back kissing her feet. It’s so hard not to cum, especially when she uses menthol lube and pushes a toy deep inside, or when I’m on all fours and she milks me from behind with her fist. I never thought she’d get into the kinkier side of things, but she seems to love keeping me locked up. We’re giving ourselves until the end of this month before trying for a full month where I won’t be allowed an orgasm.

I got a text on Wednesday that said, "you'll be locked up soon." It turns out 'soon' meant yesterday morning before I left for work. She asked if I enjoyed myself last Sunday night (the last time I had an orgasm). Of course I did; we had an amazing evening. Her reply was: "I hope you felt satisfied because I decided to bring the end-of-month deadline forward a little." So as of yesterday morning, I’m back in my Birdlocked cage. We lay in bed last night talking about how we both feel when I'm locked up. I told her that being unable to please myself makes me incredibly horny but also happy at the same time. Yes, I want to cum so badly and will beg for the chance, but I love hearing her say "no" at the crucial moment. She confessed that it turns her on when she teases me—whether it’s just a little rub of my package while we’re out (which she knows makes me swell up with frustration), or lying in bed jerking me off and biting down gently. She says seeing "her cock" bounce, swell, and ache for release gives her an intense desire to prolong the denial each time. Maybe this whole idea of telling her my desire—to be teased, denied, and locked—is a bad one? I may have created a monster. But you know what? I wouldn't change a thing. I love seeing the look on her face when she denies me that sweet release, and hearing the padlock click shut. So here goes: a month without an orgasm. In her words: "I will allow you between 1 and 2 ruined orgasms this time, but no more. If you beg to cum and I feel you don't mean it, then I will stop and we can lock you away again." Two weeks was amazing and I loved it, but the thought of a month is exciting me now—and making me wish I’d had one final release before starting.