Open-Ended Lockup

After a week off, I’m back in the lockup. Surprisingly, I had to nudge her into taking the keys last night. It feels counterintuitive at first—asking someone to hold onto something and not return it.

She was initially unsure because she says I get wild after several days and she doesn’t want the hassle. I promised good behavior; if I became too much of a pest, she could just toss the keys right back at me. Knowing she had been weary of my constant talk about sex last week, I gave her some space for a few days. Now that she has the keys, my plan is to stay quiet until she decides it’s time. She already cautioned me that nothing might happen for quite a while, which suits me fine.

I’ve actually had ten days off work so far and have been home all along, whereas she still went to her job. I’m starting to feel cooped up; when she gets back from work, naturally I seek some attention. Meanwhile, she prefers to shower, eat dinner, and wind down with something low-key.

I return to the office tomorrow facing a heavy workload. The few days off I have in the coming weeks are already reserved for family and social duties that involve leaving town here and there. Plus, relatives are staying at our place with extra children around. On top of that, her period is approaching, which effectively rules out playtime.

Long story short, it may be some time before we get a chance for private moments. For the first time, I’m entering this situation without even an approximate idea of when release might come, leaning towards at least two weeks. That’s alright; I want to prove that we can manage this without me becoming overly needy and still live normally. My real desire is for our sex life to be on her schedule—when she feels comfortable and not pressured or obligated just because a few days have passed. Fingers crossed.