Gay Chastility Blog Entry Living Gay Chastity

Day one of my blog A bit of background information leading up to me being locked in the Looker 01 Titanium: We are a married gay couple. We live a “normal” life in every aspect except… my cock is locked away. We argue, we fight, he holds me accountable, and I hold him accountable. We do everything like every other couple we know. Except I am not allowed to cum during sex. Well actually I am not allowed to cum unless my Dom allows it. About three years ago we found out that me being in chastity brought a whole new dimension to our relationship. Bottom line it made our sex soooo much better. If left up to my own devices, I would jerk off every day, which then leaves me no desire to have sex with my husband. But with me in chastity, I am in a constant state of horniness and I love to have him penetrate me either anally or orally. Love is not the right word. I CRAVE him. I am so totally into pleasing him. I am ready to have sex anytime he wants it. We have actually had sex of some sort 4 times in one day. Our roles are quite different when it comes to sex. He becomes the Dom and I become the sub. He has all the power to make all decisions when it comes to sex - when, how, how often, and if I cum or not. And since he knows that when I am allowed to cum, my attitude about sex changes abruptly, and I have no desire to have sex, he does not allow me to cum all that often. I bought a Holy Trainer three years ago. We learned a lot about chastity and about me being in chastity with the Holy Trainer. Now fast forward to current time. My Dom husband is a very visual person. He loves the visual aspect of seeing me when he is fucking me. He loves seeing my cock respond to his movements, and loves to see his cock slide in and out of my ass. With the Holy Trainer he was not able to see my cock in a way that visually pleased him but he loved how the HT made me horny when I was locked in it. So after three years we were ready to move to a different level of me being in chastity. We were ready for a metal chastity device. He was dead set on it being an open design for a couple of reasons. He wanted it open so hygienically I could stay clean without having to take the device off, and he wanted to be able to see and feel my cock while locked up through the bars. I wanted metal because they are more secure. I also wanted a urethra insert. Just the feeling of my cock being penetrated 24/7 was a very interesting thought. But since I have a metal allergy to nickle, I needed to find a device made in titanium, since the metal was going to be in constant contact with some of the most sensitive internal tissue in the body. With all these specific wants and needs, there was pretty much only one chastity device that kept coming up in our searches - the Looker 01 Titanium. We ordered it and received it around the first of the year. Due to our traveling scheduling I didn’t put it on for a while. The first time was March 1st. It did take some getting used to. I wore it for about 6 hours the first day and increased the hours each day until after the 5th day I wore it for a straight 24 hours. All went well. Then I lost one a part to the device - the urethra tube locking nut. I was a bit afraid to continue to wear it until I could replace that part. So for about a week I was out of chastity. And of course or sex life that week also suffered. I just can’t help jerking off. The male climax is a powerful instinct, and quite addicting. Ordering the locking nut that matched my device was sort of not realistic. The device is hand made in Germany and it just didn’t make sense to order a little piece of hardware from half way around the world when I could go to Homo Depot and find something that worked. I was able to find a stainless steel locking nut in a metric size. It worked. So now that the device was again fully restored, I put it back on. The picture in the Member’s Lounge at the archived discussion is a copy of the text I sent to my Dom husband showing him I was once again securely locked back up and secure. His joy was immediate. So on March 22nd the Looker 01 went on and has not been off since. There has been not one issue at all with wearing it continuously for the last week. The most comfortable device I have ever worn. We have established rules that I must observe. Most are when we are in the Dom/sub roles, but a couple I must follow at all times. The rules are as follows:

1. I must be nude in the house at all times when appropriate. (must be follow at all times)
2. Any time my Dom husband comes up to me and places his fingers on my nipples, I must raise my arms over and behind my head and allow him full access to “His” nipples. (must follow at all times)
3. If he is traveling out of town, I am allowed and encouraged to use a dildo to perform deep throat oral exercises to keep my gag reflex to a minimum.
4. If he is traveling out of town, I am allowed and encouraged to use a dildo to fuck my ass and tease my prostate. Milking my prostate is allowable.
5. If cum oozes out, it must be reported to Dom immediately via text.
6. I must swallow any precum or cum if any is expressed during milking or during sex.
7. I must keep my ass clean and ready for sex at any time.
8. After sex, I am encouraged to take Dom’s cock from ass to mouth to clean any cum from his cock.
9. If he should so choose to cum in my mouth, I must keep his cum on my tongue until he is finished cumming completely, then swallow only when directed by Dom
10. If Dom should choose to cum on my face, I am not allowed to clean His cum off until directed to do so by Dom. Week one wearing the Looker 01 is history. Week two begins. So here starts the updates chronicling my life being chaste and the sexual adventures to cum. NOTICE - pictures related to the story will be posted in the Member’s Lounge under the same name as the blog, per the rules of the board.

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Seems pretty intense. How often does he let you orgasm, and how do you get release? What's your "orgasm ratio"? As I've posted in another thread, I'm curious about prostate stimulation so would appreciate any advice you have on that. Cheers.

> sherulestherooster wrote: ↑Fri Mar 29, 2019 11:54 am > Seems pretty intense. > How often does he let you orgasm @sherulestherooster I am not really sure how often he will allow me to cum now that I am in the Looker. Before, when I was in the Holy Trainer, sometimes he would jerk me off after I got out of the shower and had taken the HT off and cleaned my cock after having been locked for upwards of two weeks. At least he would play with my cock. I still could not touch it. But now that I am in the Looker and I don't have to take it off to clean my cock, I honestly don't know how long before I will cum. And he can also touch my cock through the bars of the cage so he doesn't have to unlock me to feel my cock either. We are flying out of town the middle of May, so I am betting that I would be unlocked before then. > sherulestherooster wrote: ↑Fri Mar 29, 2019 11:54 am > I'm curious about prostate stimulation so would appreciate any advice you have on that Every man is different when it comes to the prostate. Some can cum really quick with prostate massage and others not so easy. I am of the latter group. it feels awesome when my prostate is being hit but I as of yet have not been able to express much cum out at all. I really am waiting for the time when I am able to cum strictly by my Dom fucking me with his cock stimulating my prostate but so far it is elusive. There is one position that he will fuck me sometimes that has his cock really putting pressure and hitting my prostate and the sensitivity is almost too much for me to handle. I have to have him stop. I believe that if I can ever withstand him fucking me in that position and I can get past the sensitivity, I believe I would cum. The position he has me in when that happens is I am on my stomach and he lies on top of me on his stomach with his head at my feet. He enters me basically upside down if you can picture it. But that position aligns his cock just perfectly to where my prostate gets pounded relentlessly without rest. I think I will have to give him a safe word next time we fuck in that position, so if I tell him to stop, he will pay no attention to it and just keep up the pounding. At least until I am forced to use the safe word. When he is gone he highly promotes me playing with and fucking my ass with dildos. As mentioned, I have milked some cum out that way but not anywhere near enough to have emptied my prostate. And from what I have read, even if your prostate is emptied by milking, your body does not see that as a climactic release so it still things you need to cum and you remain horny after milking. Where if you cum with a climax it triggers your body to know that and you are no longer horny. Hope this helps.

Wow, he is very dominant. So intercourse and oral sex is for him exclusively? Only handjobs for you? How often does he orgasm? Where does he keep the key physically? You may consider him ruining your orgasm, as it's similar to what you describe at the end,where the semen is released but no signal to your body that you're sexually satiated. We played with that for a bit, it was a mindfuck for me not knowing if she was going to simply stop play and tell me it was time for bed (I'm not locked often, and she liked the feeling of my hard cock against her butt as she feel asleep); give me a relatively rare orgasm, or ruin it. What's also interesting about ruined orgasms is that (at least for me) you can maintain your erection. Might be something to try. He just has to see your body movements and no when to stop the stimulation.

> sherulestherooster wrote: ↑Fri Mar 29, 2019 3:31 pm > Wow, he is very dominant. So intercourse and oral sex is for him exclusively? Only handjobs for you? How often does he orgasm? > > sherulestherooster wrote: ↑Fri Mar 29, 2019 3:31 pm > > Where does he keep the key physically? > > I know what you mean when you ask if sex is for him exclusively. Yes he is the only one that gets to cum, but I get immensely more out of sex now that I am locked up then I did when I wasn't locked. Part of it is the fact that my body is pleasing him. The other is that I want him to fuck me. When he fucks me he is total Dom. He is using my body to please him. As I said he is very visual. And so I try to do things that I know will help him in that aspect. If I am on my knees and he is fucking me, I will reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart so he can get a good look at his cock sliding in and out of my ass. For him that is a huge turn on. When I am giving him oral sex, I make sure that I am looking at him the whole time. We have eye contact at all times. That is a huge turn on for him. He loves to play with my nipples. My nipples are wired to my prostate. The minute he goes for my nipples, I pull my hands up over my head to give him full access. He can get rather rough with them too. He has learned that by pinching just the tip of them, the pain is extreme but is a sexual turn on for me, but he loves to see my body react to the pinching, tweaking, and pulling. My cock is streaming to get out of the cage. It is bulging out between the bars of the cage and that is when he will start rubbing my cage. His rubbing is no where sufficient to elicit a climax out of me and he knows that. But it is enough to keep me teetering on the edge, with no hope of cumming. > Where does he keep the key physically? He hides the key in the house. I have no idea where. If there is ever an emergency I can call him but he might not be available for up to 4 hours.

I am nine days now wearing the Looker 01 T 24/7. The Looker 01 T has not come off once. My Dom left on an out of town trip early yesterday morning but made sure to get a good fuck session out of my ass the night before. I had been like a dog in heat all day long. We both were doing errands around town but I would call him and say that my ass needs his attention or text him that my ass needs to be used. God I was horny. After he had packed for his trip that evening, he looked at me laying in bed. I was wondering if he was going to leave me wanting or if he was going to take my ass. He finally got into bed and spooned behind me. He put both of his arms around me and told me that he wanted my ass but he also wanted me to remember this for a couple of days after he left. I didn't quite know what he was talking about. I could feel his cock growing hard and begin to part my ass cheeks. He told me to get the lube and get both of us ready for action. I quickly did as I was told. After my ass crack was lubed and his cock was lubed, he started to take what was his. At the same time he began to play with my nipples. He knows that always gets me going. My arms instinctively went above my head and my hands clasped behind my head. Now my nipples and ass were both all his. He really started pinching and twisting my nipples hard. I can take some pretty hard pinches and really get turned on by nipple play, but this treatment was harder than he normally would do. All the time he is fucking my ass and my ass is meeting him thrust for thrust. Then all of a sudden he pinches the end of each nipple and held the pinch for what felt like was a long time, but in reality was probably only like 30 seconds. The pain shot through each and I grabbed a quick breath through gritted teeth. The pain quickly became pleasure. He would release my nipple but then repeat that same really hard pinch and hold again and again. After about 3 hard pinches and hold each pinch, he started twisting each nipple as far as he could turn it and then keep his fingers moving, creating a lot of friction on the nipples. Then he would reverse the twist and go the other way. Mind you he was doing this and never loosing his fucking rhythm. As a matter of fact the more I squirmed under his harsh attacks on my nipples, the more of a pounding my ass got. God I was in heaven. My cock seemed to be bursting out of all the spaces between the bars of the Looker. He never let up on the nipple play. He only stopped after he had shot his load in my ass. As we settled into the after sex glow, he whispered in my ears, "I wanted you to remember this while I am gone. Your nipples should be very raw and sensitive to anything that touches them for the next day or two. Every time you feel something touch them, I want you remember our time tonight. He called me this afternoon and he asked - "how are those nipples?" I said - "Sir, they have made me think of you all day long.". He said, "Good. As they should".

@chaste_cock ... I am hetero and never have really watched or read gay porn ... but that was very well written and very erotic. I think what clicked in my mind was that you were being thoroughly dominated, almost used. Thanks for sharing.

Day 13 of my 24/7 chastity My Dom husband returned home last night after being away for five days. I had fallen ill while he was gone, so I really wasn't in the mood to be or even feel sexy. He completely ignored me that evening but this morning declared - "I'm horny". I replied that my cold made me doubt his ability to get a response from my body. He said - "we'll see about that". He began playing with my left nipple. At first, nothing happened—I mean absolutely nothing. Then he reached around with his other hand and started working on my right nipple simultaneously. Damn him. He proved me wrong; he knows my body so well. I was squirming within 20 seconds, and in less than a minute, I was straining against the bars of my cage. So here I am, feeling unwell yet my body is betraying me. Fuck. He continues his assault on my nipples. It feels incredibly good. There is something unique about them; playing with one is nice, but both together creates fireworks. This nipple play even made me reach down to rub the skin of my caged cock poking out from the side. Anything for release, though the cage doesn't expose enough skin for full gratification, leaving me frustrated yet aroused. It feels good to jerk through the bars, but IT will never happen; it mostly keeps me edging. Then he starts fucking my ass, continuing for about 10 minutes without cumming. He has another idea. After those 10 minutes, he pulls out and tells me to scoot down in bed. He straddles my face facing my feet, giving him a clear view of my body from shoulders down while his balls are right there. He returns to my nipples, causing my cock to do the caged dance, jerking with every pinch as he enjoys it. Then he starts jerking off himself while I focus on his balls with my tongue. He pulls back and instructs me to open my mouth but not swallow until told. Knowing the rules, I nod in agreement. He blasts his load into my mouth. After the last drop, he says - "swallow". I take hold of his cock again, using my mouth and tongue to ensure every bit of cum is captured before swallowing once satisfied. Then I give him a few deep throat actions with his head going all the way down while my nose digs into his pubes. His sensitive head makes him breathe deeply but enjoy it. Then he remarks smartly - "I thought you weren't going to get turned on because you are sick". He gives my nipples one final pinch, gets up, and walks off with a smirk, leaving me hot, bothered, and caged.

> Devoted2Her wrote: ↑Sun Mar 31, 2019 6:31 am > @chaste_cock ... I am hetero and never have really watched or read gay porn ... but that was very well written and very erotic. I think what clicked in my mind was that you were being thoroughly dominated, almost used. Thanks for sharing. I'm in the same boat - gay erotica and porn doesn't do a lot for me ("forced bi" is another story), but I agree that his writing is very erotic. Strikes me as borderline abusive, but since they've been doing this for three years I would imagine that they have a good idea as to limits and they both simply enjoy what they're doing. Good for them. I enjoy the recount of events and will keep reading as long as he keeps posting. Would be interesting to get the keyholder's take on things, down the road. Maybe a guest post discussing what he gets out of dominating his partner so much. Cheers sherulestherooster

> Devoted2Her wrote: ↑Sun Mar 31, 2019 6:31 am > @chaste_cock ... I am hetero and never have really watched or read gay porn ... but that was very well written and very erotic. I think what clicked in my mind was that you were being thoroughly dominated, almost used. Thanks for sharing. @devoted2Her and @sherulestherooster- thank you both for kind comments and compliments on my writing style. When I read erotica I will be either totally enthralled with the story after reading the first two lines or I will stop reading the story at that point. If grammar, spelling, or sentence structure make the story hard to read, I don't even give it another second of my attention. So I take pride in my writing style. Thank you. > sherulestherooster wrote: ↑Wed Apr 03, 2019 12:44 pm > I'm in the same boat - gay erotica and porn doesn't do a lot for me ("forced bi" is another story), but I agree that his writing is very erotic. Strikes me as borderline abusive, but since they've been doing this for three years I would imagine that they have a good idea as to limits and they both simply enjoy what they're doing. Good for them. > I enjoy the recount of events and will keep reading as long as he keeps posting. Would be interesting to get the keyholder's take on things, down the road. Maybe a guest post discussing what he gets out of dominating his partner so much. > Cheers > sherulestherooster You are correct regarding when he can be dominant, but believe me, I am still in charge of my body. I have strong confidence in what I like and don't like, even while playing the sub role. As for "almost used" or "abused", there has never been a time when I didn't fully agree. His control is what turns me on whether we are in the bedroom or elsewhere during sex. I've actually helped him move more into the Dom role over time. He is still learning but doing a great job. In other times of our relationship, we stand as equals; we argue and disagree while keeping each other accountable. Even within our Dom/sub dynamic, there is no doubt about the love between us. That's what sustains us. I will be posting again soon. I hope you both continue to enjoy my writing regarding our chastity experiences. I'm also glad that my writing transcends gay/straight erotica boundaries. We are all sexual beings with different turn-ons, and we aren't confined to just one mode of arousal. @sherulestherooster - getting my Dom husband to share his perspective on dominating me is a very good idea. Let's see if I can talk him into it. It might cost me an allowance for cum or more extended nipple play time as the receiver, but that trade-off works for the team.:) It is amazing how some pain transforms from "pain" to "oh god, yes" in mere seconds.

@chaste_cock ... just don't get all grammar police on us now .... HAHA!:lol:

LOLOL Promise. Pinky swear. 🤣🤣

Day 22 of my 24/7 of chastity Dom husband has been gone for four days. To say I am horny and ready for any kind of sex would be an understatement. He got home around 6pm, having called on the way to mention he was starving and asked me to be ready so we could leave shortly thereafter for dinner. So I dutifully showered, trimmed my beard, combed my hair, and brushed my teeth—all the usual preparations for going out. I am all set when he arrives home. He comes in, kisses me, and gives a great big hug. He said he was glad to be back and planned to go up for a quick shower to freshen up before coming right down. Well, I sort of knew it wouldn't be that quick; he never takes a short shower. After about 20 minutes, he comes downstairs completely nude with his clean clothes in hand. I said if you are ready, I hope we are going to a nudist restaurant because otherwise, I feel quite over-dressed. He mentioned needing to take care of something first and would dress as soon it was done before heading out. He lays his clothes on the couch and comes over where I am standing by the door. Staring into my eyes, he places hands on my shoulders and firmly pushes down. I get the hint; he moves closer and presses his freshly washed cock and balls against my face, rubbing his whole package in. As he does this, I inhale deeply and catch a hint of his essence beneath the clean smell. My cock begins to harden inside the cage while his also starts getting firm. He says, "this is what needs taking care of. My cock has had no relief for four days." I chuckle quietly because it has been 22 fucking days since mine last cummed. But looking up at him, I say, "well let's take care of him." Now holding his hardening cock at the base with the shaft pointing at my mouth, I immediately take him in. He starts gently thrusting in and out. With each inward movement, he goes a bit deeper; with every outward pull, more throat slime comes up, making subsequent thrusts easier for me to accept. He is not rushing. Clearly enjoying the warmth of my mouth and tightness of my throat. At times he pulls back just enough for my tongue to play with his tip; other times he buries deep into my throat with my nose in his pubes. Since I am pressed against the door, forward thrusts leave nowhere for me to go backward, so my throat absorbs full force. He had me; I was all his. We both knew it. He varied his pace and the duration spent having just my tongue tease him before resuming a more mission-oriented thrusting pattern. I knew he wouldn't be long now before coming. I kept looking up at him, following one of his demanded rules. His dominant nature took over suddenly, fucking my face in a frenzy. Looking back up, his eyes stared right into mine with one of the most lustful looks I have seen on him. At one point, he reached out to wipe tears from my cheek caused by gagging as his cock buried itself deep. He was in fuck zone, a man on a mission. I felt him tensing and initially determined he would cum by burying himself in my throat, using my straining muscles to massage the seed out. I was wrong. Glad I am not a betting man; I surely would have lost that bet. Instead, just as he begins shooting his load, he abruptly pulls out of my throat, drawing a line of slime with it creating a strand from my mouth to his shaft. He grabs hold and starts jerking off using the saliva as lube. Pointing at my face, he expertly aims each volley of cum at different parts of my beard. The first shot hits right between nose and upper lip on my mustache. The second lands below the lower lip in the beard. Remaining shots spread evenly across both sides of his face. As he finishes, his demeanor shifts; still dominant but more relaxed—a different person. He tells me to clean off the remaining cum from his cock—both outside and inside—which I gladly do. I love holding his softening cock as it loses firmness, using my lips to squeeze out any last drops of cum before swallowing it. His cock is quite soft now; he grimaces once or twice as my throat and tongue excite its extra-sensitive head post-cum. Once finished cleaning him completely, he immediately starts getting dressed. I tell him I need to wash my face but will return shortly. Suddenly he firmly says - "NO! We don't have time for that. Reservations are waiting and we'll be late." My expression shows confusion. He adds, "you will be fine. I want to see my evidence on your face throughout dinner and I want you to smell me all night long. I want you to remember my cum until the end of the evening." My cock sprang to caged hardness again; he knows exactly what turns me on and keeps me horny. This had been his plan all along. Dressed, we head out. By now the cum has changed viscosity in my beard, turning from somewhat thick to a runny liquid. The drops on my upper lip are already dripping down the lines of my lips. I stick out my tongue and taste him. Reaching for a napkin to stop drips onto my shirt, he stops me with his hand. "Don't you understand," he says, "if people recognize it for what it is, they will know exactly what we did moments ago." My cock springs to hardness once more in the cage; I still can't believe we are going out into public with cum dripping from my beard. But I must admit, I love it. Arriving at the restaurant, which has grown busy but seated us quickly due to reservations, I notice our waiter staring at my beard and squinting slightly to confirm what he thinks he sees. He smirks knowingly. Dom looks over several times watching how I handle the situation. At one point he asks, "do you smell a musky odor here?" I reply that indeed I do as he reaches out for my hand. His scent triggers flashes of our sex moments prior in my mind. I love those moments when he completely enters surprise or shock mode; it keeps me on edge. Just as soon as I think I have him figured out, he flips the script. I never know what he has planned for us (well actually me) at any given time. Dinner was splendid—one of our most enjoyable dates in a while. While ordering dessert, he said, "I think it is about time that you get some relief from that cage. You have been such an attentive lover these past three weeks and deserve reward. So soon, look forward to release - both release from the cage and release of your cum." My face lit up with excitement. However, I knew not to ask when; he would decide later. At least he had said it. Screen Shot 2019-04-12 at 11.33.02 PM.png Screen Shot 2019-04-12 at 11.33.02 PM.png (170.5 KiB) Viewed 13685 times

My temporary break from 24/7 chastity is happening today after a solid 25 days. It’s true that good things eventually come to an end, or at least pause for now. For the past five days I’ve been battling a cold, but rather than improving it has actually worsened. That prompted me to head in to see my doctor. One of our key rules regarding my chastity is that I must keep the device on at all times and everywhere I go, no matter what activity I am doing. The only exceptions are when I pass through TSA airport security or visit a medical office. Even if there is little chance the doctor needs to examine me closely below the waist, I still have to wear it into the clinic. Because my cold was progressing with fever and potential x-rays were on the table, Dom and I agreed that removing my cage made sense since this could turn into more of a mini-physical exam. So today marked the end of 25 days of continuous chastity. Although I felt quite rough, Dom believed I might feel better if I managed to get a proper erection and reach climax before heading out for medical care. I wasn’t eager to give up this chance after 25 days when he gave me permission, even though my body was protesting. There was one technicality regarding the release: Dom specified that I could not touch my cock with my hands at any point during the process. He had me lie out on the bed in a spread-eagle position. Sitting between my legs, he unlocked the cage and I removed the base ring immediately. My erection came quickly. He reached up to play with my nipples, which always stimulates me so much it gets me going instantly. My cock swelled into a full erection; after being denied arousal for nearly a month, that sensation felt wonderful. With every pinch and twist of my nipples, nerve stimulation sent waves through my prostate via the direct connection between my chest and groin. When he paused pinching, I was so hard you could see it pulsing slightly with each heartbeat. Dom positioned himself exactly as needed. Despite feeling unwell, the anticipation of climax after 25 days overrode any discomfort from illness. It took all my willpower not to grab my cock and feel it for the first time in weeks. Next, Dom moved onto his knees between my legs facing toward my feet—a position he loves. I already know how this scene concludes; I just don’t know exactly what happens in between now until we both finish. With him kneeling over me, his balls hanging right above my mouth and nose, he reached down to pinch and twist my nipples again, causing my cock to twitch up and down with each movement. When I instinctively tried to reach for it, he caught both hands, placed them under his knees, and settled his full weight on top of them, trapping me effectively so I couldn’t touch myself. He was jerking me off. Despite not feeling well, my body is betraying me; I keep getting hornier and hornier. Dom leans forward just enough so I can take his cock into my mouth. As he works on mine with his hand, I suck and lick at him. My hips start bucking upward to meet the rhythm of his strokes. I’m not sure if this is universal for guys, but it’s incredibly frustrating when someone else controls your cock and your orgasm. You get close, only for them to inevitably shift their speed or change where they’re applying pressure on my shaft at just the wrong moment. Their movements aren’t synchronized with what I feel in mind and body. I can be nearly there, right at the climax point, but then a tweak happens that drops my excitement level below it again. This happened over and over, driving me mad. If only I could wrap my own hand around my cock; my hand would know exactly where my head is at, and I’d cum in seconds. But no, such was not to be. He knows this too, which explains why his hands are restrained under his knees while he controls my orgasm—meaning I have to work harder to reach that point of no return. Now he’s thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, pulling back occasionally to slow his excitement so the session lasts as long as he pleases. This goes on for several more minutes. Finally, he pulls out and starts jerking himself off, leaving mine just pulsing and thrusting blindly into the air. He reaches his moment, and right before he cums, I open my mouth with my tongue ready, waiting for my reward. He climaxes, flooding my tongue with cum. Per our rules, I hold it there until he says swallow. Then he shifts his attention back to me, resuming work on my cock. He puts his cock back in my mouth and calls out, “Swallow. Swallow now.” The moment my lips seal around him and feel both the cum and the shaft hit the back of my throat, I shoot—a gusher. It was my first orgasm in 25 days. God, it felt so good. Once I’d cleaned his cock clean of any trace of cum, he told me to go ahead and shower and get ready for my doctor’s appointment. I had started the shower when he came in and joined me. He hugged me tightly, wearing a wonderful smile, telling me he really enjoyed it and that I wouldn’t need to put the cage back on until after I felt better and fully recovered from whatever bug was bothering me. So off I went to see if the doctor could figure out this cold, thinking about Dom, our time together earlier, and how we climaxed within minutes of each other while I was being poked, prodded, and tested. Diagnosis: The bad news: pneumonia. The good news is that I saw the doctor sooner rather than later; they caught it early. So now I’m confined to house rest for the next 5 days with instructions to take it easy, avoid exertion entirely, and not miss a single dose of antibiotics. I’m glad those orders came after this morning’s frolics. I have a follow-up in a week.

Gay chastity as it is lived. Still experiencing freedom from chastity for another day or two. It has been a quick recovery and of that I am glad. I went to the doctor very early in the pneumonia stage. It was a rough first four days, but then things started getting better and better every day. The antibiotics helped greatly. So in total I have been out of my chastity for about two weeks. I feel like any day now that Dom will install the device on me. He has been most lenient during this time of my sickness and recovery, but I must admit that being cage free has been nice. I have been able to jerk off pretty much when I have wanted to and Dom has, I think, also enjoyed my freedom as much as I have, because he really does love to touch, play, and jerk my cock, and loves the reaction of my cock that his touches elicit. But he also knows the negative aspects of me being out of my cage – and that is less sex for him. Something that we did over the weekend was to go to a kink convention – Frolicon. This was something we have had on our calendar for months and it was a bit of a concern when I got sick, if we would even be able to go. But at the last minute we decided it was ok to travel to Atlanta and keep our plans. I felt good and had felt good for about a week. We are so glad we were able to go. it was an awesome time. We learned a lot. Frolicon is a kink convention that is probably 99% straight and 1% gay, that covers many facets of kink and combines them all into a kink filled weekend. Some of the topics covered in classes were rope bondage, spanking, primal, furries, BDSM, Master/slave, Dom/sub, sounding, age play, violet wand, e-stim, chastity, and several more. They had play areas in the “Dungeon”, where you could carry out any of these kinks while others watched or participated. I have never been to any convention with this many people where every one was so nice, accepting, and free to be themselves with the kink that was them. Dom and I had decided to go to Frolicon on the recommendation of a friend. He thought we might like the different aspects and enlightenment we could get out of some of the kink in a friendly and safe environment. We did enjoy ourselves and we learned a lot – both what we like and what we don’t like. We took as many classes as we could on BDSM and heard great informational advice, which will be discussed between us in the days, and weeks to come. One of the most enlightening classes we went to was a panel of 5 subs/slaves that were doing Q and A’s concerning submissives and their lives. They were five guys that were all straight and living in varying degrees of submission. Some self described themselves as subs and others called themselves slaves. All were submissive to female dominant. One of the subs was living the Dom/sub life very similar to how Dom and I live ours, and that is only playing the Dom/sub roles when having sex. On the other extreme was a slave that was branded, collared with a very subtle metal collar, and was in chastity, while serving his female Mater full time. He called his female Master Sir. Dom and I were very intrigued with the honest and open information that these subs and slaves were providing. It definitely sparked the desire in us to see if we want to take our Dom/sub roles in the bedroom to a different level. We are discussing this and trying to decide to what level we would both be comfortable. One of the last things we did at Frolicon was to participate in man on man dungeon play when it is a time for women who have a kink to come in and see men engaged in sex with other men. For some women that is a kink. Dom and I are monogamous so we did not enter into a play scene with another guy, but we did get a rush by having sex while women (and men) watched us, as well as watching other men around the room that were there and engaged in some sort of sexual act as well. This was a first for Dom and I. We both were very nervous at first and even worried that we could not make sex happen, but we rallied and actually had a good time. It was a very enlightening and freeing experience. Dom whispered in my ear while we were in the “Dungeon’ engaged in sex, “if we come next year you will be wearing your chastity cage. I would have loved for these women to have seen you in your chastity, horny and begging to be fucked.” All I said was, “Yes Sir, I would love to wear it for you”. So now that we are back home and back to our normal, daily life, I am thinking I have one more day before my Chastity cage is back on. Dom leaves for a work trip on Wednesday and will be gone for 6 days. He knows that those 6 days of his absence will be perfect for my horniness to build day by day while he is gone without any release. He will return home to a very wanting and needing horny sub. I am not even locked yet, and he is not even gone yet, and I can’t wait until he gets back home for him to release his pent sperm either up my ass or down my throat. Me in chastity reigns supreme for awesome sex between us. When I am in chastity we have sex so much more often with him cumming almost daily. What did you do this past weekend?:lol:

Gay chastity as it is lived – Starting anew Day 1 (again) – Well after a period of about two weeks with my **chastity cage** off, Dom and I talked this morning and he was adamant about it going back on. And I agreed. Our sex life is just not as good when I am not in chastity. It puts me in a horny state pretty much 24/7 and I am willing and sometimes begging for him to engage and pleasure himself in either my ass or my throat. He left this morning for a 6 day trip with the understanding that I would put my **chastity cage** on sometime during the day. Well it is on now and has been on for about 20 minutes. I can’t tell you how good it feels to have it back on. I feel secure. It fits very tight around the base of my balls and the **key**, with the urethra insert, makes my cock fuller and continually touches the sides of the cage. Dom called me right before his flight took off and asked if I had my cage on yet. I said yes. He said, “take a picture and verify the date so I know you have it own. From now on since the **key** is left at the house for emergency use, I will randomly call and ask you to send a pic of your caged cock to me. That picture must be sent within 2 minutes of getting my call or text. Do you understand?” and I said “yes Sir”. (see pic below) Ever since we got home from Frolicon, he has started to become more of a Dom and I am really loving it. We both got so much from our experience there over the weekend. So now I can see that going forward, I will have to be more accountable to him. Another thing we talked about the morning is that the **chastity cage** will come off more frequently now for him to edge me and maybe let me cum if he wants. The frequency of how often it comes off still has to be determined by some yet to be defined goals or accomplishments that I have to fulfill. We discussed that maybe the **chastity cage** comes off after Dom has fucked me X number of times. Or maybe it comes off when I have serviced him orally X number of times. Or maybe it might be subject to losing X number of pounds. Or maybe even it will be after completing so many X number of thousands of sit-ups/pushups/squats etc. I am fairly sure thought that the number of anything that has to be accomplished won’t be a small number, and will take many, many days for me to fulfill. I will have to work for it, and I will have a goal that has to be reached but it won’t be easy or quick, but it will be attainable and I can look forward to freedom of the **chastity cage** for a short period of time to be edged and teased. We are going on vacation to Ft Lauderdale in May. Now my head is already thinking if Dom will let me go **cage** free for that week or demand that I stay locked up. In the past it has always been the decision for me to unlock, but since Frolicon, I am thinking those times might be never to be allowed again. I know that on our last long weekend away in Puerto Rico, he made the comment several times that he wished I had brought my **chastity cage** with me. So I guess the morning we head out on vacation I will find out. During these next 6 days of Dom being gone, I will try to blog about building horniness. It is not too bad right now. The last time he allowed me to cum was four days ago, and even though I was not chaste, I stayed true to his wishes. So I am already starting the streak of chastity with 4 days of cum build up and I can already tell I am horny. So 6 days from now, there is no telling what toys I will be using to get some pleasure out of my ass, throat, and nipples. Life in gay **chastity** goes on... Stay tuned ~~~

Gay **chastity** as it is lived daily - This up update to the Journal is going to be quick and to the point I’m horny beyond belief. There. I said it. I am 3 days into Dom being gone and me being in chastity and 6 days into not having cum. My hornyess is building every day and today was the first day that I got that little twitch in my ass that says “feed me”. My nipples have also become more sensitive than they normally are. Both my ass and my nipples get like this at around day 4 of **chastity**. So I would say that they are right on schedule. While he has been gone, I have been sending Dom pictures of various sex acts to his phone while he has been on his business trip. None of them are of me or us, but from pictures I have found while perusing some of my favorite websites. All of the pictures are of things like we have done in the past, or of things I want us to do when he gets home. Things that get both of our cocks exctied. I have three more days to become more and more sexually frustrated. Well actually, technically, maybe four because it just depends on if his flight lands really late on the 6th day. I am praying to the airline gods that they don’t delay him. He needs to take care of business when he gets home. I can’t wait to take deep breaths of his scent and let him take out 6 days of travel frustration on my ass. In the mean time, the toys might have to come out in the next day or two to help me with the twitch. And life goes on.

It won’t be simple or fast, but it’s doable. I can look forward to having my **chastity cage** off for a short while so I can get edged and teased. We’re heading to Fort Lauderdale in May. My mind is already wondering if Dom will let me go without the **cage** that week or insist I stay locked up. Usually, it’s been my call to unlock myself, but after Frolicon, I suspect those days of freedom might be gone forever. During our last long weekend away in Puerto Rico, he mentioned more than once how much he wished I’d brought my **chastity cage** along. So when we leave for vacation tomorrow morning, I’ll finally find out. Over the next six days while Dom is away, I plan to blog about building up horniness. It’s not too bad at present. The last time I was allowed to cum was four days ago; even though I wasn’t strictly chaste then, I stuck to his wishes. So I’ve already started a streak of chastity with four days’ worth of build-up, and I can feel the arousal coming on. In six days, who knows what toys I’ll be using to get pleasure from my ass, throat, and nipples. Life in gay **chastity** continues... Stay tuned ~~~

...every day. Today was the first time I got that little twitch in my ass signaling "feed me." My nipples have also become more sensitive than usual. Both my butt and nipples tend to act up around day 4 of **chastity**, so they are right on schedule. While he’s been away, I’ve been sending Dom photos of various sex acts to his phone during his business trip. None feature me or us directly; instead, I found them while browsing some of my favorite websites. All the images depict things we’ve done in the past or activities I want us to do when he returns—things that arouse both our cocks. I have three more days (or maybe four, depending on if his flight lands late on day six) to become increasingly sexually frustrated. I’m praying to the airline gods that they don’t delay him. He needs to take care of business once he gets home. I can’t wait to breathe in his scent and let him work out six days’ worth of travel frustration on my ass. In the meantime, the toys may need to come out within a day or two to help with the twitching. And life goes on.

@KittensBoyToy No. Honestly, it happened so quickly that my mind was still reeling from the shock. It just never occurred to me that I would be going through security. I’ll be more aware of this in the future and prepared by being honest if it ever gets detected. But I’m glad that titanium has a very low chance of setting off detectors.

> KittensBoyToy wrote: ↑ > Sun Apr 28, 2019 8:33 am >> Did you think of what you would say had you set off the detector? @KittensBoyToy and @chaste_cock ... this brings up a dilemma for me... It would be absolutely terrifying to find myself in that situation with security, but it’s also kind of hot thinking about getting caught and having to explain... I think the humiliation would be exquisitely exciting.

Days 4 through 7 - 24/7 **chastity** in real life It’s now been seven days, but there isn’t much to update, so I’ll combine the last four days into this post. Dom left on the morning of the 24th, which is when he instructed me to put my **chastity cage** back on. In reality, however, he hadn’t allowed me to cum for three days prior to that. So now ten days without sexual release has created a high degree of frustration. Dom was gone for six days and returned late last night after I had already slept. I didn’t hear him get into bed. During the six days of his absence, my horniness grew every day. By the fourth day, my pent-up frustration got the better of me. With my ass twitching and nipples highly sensitive, I brought out the toy box. I pulled out all our dildos but selected only three to use, putting the rest back. These three have proven to be good companions over the last couple of years. They vary in size and girth but each serves a specific purpose. One is very flexible with average girth, which I use when I want to fill my mouth and throat; it’s perfect for deepthroat exercises. Another is slightly more rigid yet still has some flex, featuring a pronounced mushroom head. This one is my favorite for filling my ass. The last one is rigid but softer and smoother on the exterior with greater girth that tapers to be widest at the bottom. I use this when I want to really fill and stretch my back passage; using it makes satisfying the ass twitch essential. On the fourth day of Dom’s absence, I decided to use my favorite dildo for a good pounding. I was already imagining it as Dom’s cock, ready for my ass to be taken. Everything was readied on the bed, and I positioned the dildo at the entrance of my asshole without rushing—I wanted this to be slow and enjoyable. I lay back, bending my right leg so that the heel of my foot rested against the base of the dildo to hold it in place while applying slight pressure to both the toy and my anus. Then I started playing with my nipples. Oh god—having a dildo pressing at the entrance of my ass while my nipples are stimulated had me floating. Instinctively, when both nipples are touched, my pelvis starts to thrust. I don’t know why it happens every time. With each hip thrust, the dildo gradually invades my ass. This excites my nipples more, causing me to thrust harder, pushing the dildo deeper toward its primary goal: massaging my prostate. Once the head of the dildo rubbed against that target, a shiver ran through my whole body. I was in ecstasy. My movements shifted from slow and gentle to rapid-fire, throwing my caged cock violently back and forth. When I finally settled down, about thirty minutes had passed, and I felt much less anxious. Later, while cleaning up, I discovered that I’d actually milked out a good amount of cum without even noticing it; there was cum dripping down my balls and one strand on my stomach. No doubt this release is why I felt more at ease. On day five, with me caged and Dom away, I found myself reaching for my nipples many times throughout the day. If you recall, one of our rules requires me to be nude in the house at all times, even when he’s gone. One reason he instituted this rule is that it keeps my body available—primarily for him to play with whenever he wants, but also because I stay on a sexual edge since I can see my caged cock and access my nipples without removing any clothes. To keep the arousal going, I spent much of day five playing with my nipples in short bursts. Usually just long enough to get my cock inflated. Touching my nipples provided little moments of sensuousness that caused my cock to enlarge slightly as it slid along the urethra insert and filled the cage. When the cage felt tight, I’d stop and return to what I was doing. Day six was excruciating; I couldn’t wait for Dom’s return. The day dragged on slowly. At home, I continued playing with my nipples off and on throughout the day, sending little electrical impulses down to my cock and prostate—my version of self-edging. Of course, the dildos got used again, this time the deepthroat one. I don’t know what it is about them, but I love feeling a cock—fake or real—go down my throat; it’s such a turn-on for me. Later in the evening, Dom called to say his flight had been delayed. He didn’t expect to get home until early morning. So any thoughts of kind sex when he arrived flew out the window—pun intended. On day seven, Dom is back and found me waking up with his arm resting on my chest. I immediately turned over, burying my nose under his arm to inhale his scent—it was missed dearly. In that first deep breath, I totally relaxed and melted against him. We are reunited. Instinctively, I reached down to play with his cock; it was already hard. Someone had missed me as much as I missed him. After some welcome-home kissing, he said, "I want your ass now." I replied, "Yes Sir," and turned over to get the lube from the nightstand. Backing up into him in a spooning position, he claimed what was his. Oh god, it felt wonderful inside me. He reached around to play with my nipples again, and once more, my ass began thrusting. I wasn’t sure who was fucking whom—him taking my ass or my ass claiming his cock. After a few minutes of that rhythm, he flipped me onto my back. With my rear fully open and accessible, he really showed how much he’d missed it, giving me a thorough pounding. All the while, my caged cock flopped back and forth with each thrust into my ass. He said he was about to cum, and I told him, "Sir please fill my ass with your cum." That was all he needed. Three more pronounced slams followed before his body went rigid and still, except for his pulsing cock emptying its load in me. It felt so good. After coming down from his orgasmic high, he bent down to kiss me deeply and then rolled onto his back. He might be finished, but I wasn’t completely satisfied yet; I needed to get rid of that pent-up energy by paying attention to him. I started licking and gently biting his nipples. For him, this could go either way—he might want no further stimulation after climax or he might still be in the mood. This time I was lucky: he loved my attention. I continued over to the other nipple, spending equal time on it. Then I moved down his stomach, licking all the way to his balls while inhaling deeply to capture as much of his scent as possible. He squirmed. As I licked his balls, taking in more of him, I took his softening cock into my mouth and sucked it deep, giving extra attention with my tongue on his sensitive head. While cleaning him, I tasted both his cum and the juices from my ass. I was running hot. After ensuring his cock was clean, I continued licking around his pubic hair, getting as much scent as possible; it had been far too long. Then everything concluded when his alarm clock went off. He is now showered and out the door for an appointment, while I lay here finishing this update. My hands have absentmindedly returned to my nipples two or three times. It seems to be a new normal. If Dom were present and ready, we could repeat all of that right now. That’s the thing about **chastity**: you are always ready, and you learn never to miss an opportunity for sex. Now back to the real world, but at least for the next three weeks, things are happy because Dom is home. Life is good.

Here is an update on my timeline of chastity and no-cum. I've been locked in a state of chastity for 18 days straight, and it has been 22 days since I last had the ability to cum. Dom is still enjoying his vacation; he has roughly another ten days before heading back to work. Wow—what an incredible eleven days Dom's vacation has been so far. We have managed to have sex in one way or another, whether oral or anal, every single day except for just one break. I'm not entirely sure, but it seems like Dom has finally gotten his fill of sexual satisfaction to the point where now I am craving it daily while he feels fulfilled and will sometimes brush me off. The tables have truly turned with my new role in chastity; that didn't used to happen at all. Before my cock was locked up, I was usually the one routinely brushing him off. But now, I'm so freakishly horny constantly that I basically throw myself at him whenever a chance arises. Sometimes I actually feel quite pathetic while doing it, but once he gets hard and starts pounding my backside, any sense of being pathetic vanishes. So today marks day 18 for me being locked up, day 22 without cumming, and day 11 of him staying home at the house. This is what happened this morning as we were waking up earlier. He briefly woke me by poking his hard cock against my anal entrance. It's something he does fairly often in the early hours with his morning erection arriving like clockwork. He poked a couple more times, then rolled back over, and we both drifted off to sleep again. Then I woke up around 6:30 AM feeling horny. My morning erection is straining inside my cage, causing my cock skin to protrude visibly through the metal bars of the Looker 01. Actually, I've grown to like it when I get a hardon and that happens because I can feel some stimulation on my cock during these moments; not nearly enough to make me cum, but still feels good. At this point, I reach over and start playing with Dom's cock. His morning erection has lost just a bit of its initial hardness, but it remains firm enough to invade my ass. After a few minutes, his hardness returns fully as he begins to wake up. He turns toward me and starts rubbing his right hand all across my stomach, chest, and nipples. He doesn't know yet that I am hard in the cage. He continues rubbing, inching his hand down toward my pubic area where he starts playing with my pubic hair, twirling it and pulling slightly between his fingers. As he does this, one of his fingers slides over the cage and rubs across the skin of my cock that is protruding out through the bars. My cock gives one of those uncontrolled jerks caused by the stimulation. Now all his attention refocuses on my cock. His hand envelops the cage and starts twisting against it, sending currents of stimulation through my cock and causing it to jerk repeatedly. I start squirming. And this is when I become pathetic. His hand feels so good making those little connections with my skin that I begin involuntarily thrusting my caged cock into his hands. God, it feels amazing. I think he enjoys doing this to me and wants to see how far I will go and what lengths I'll take to keep that incredible feeling going. He knows the stimulation isn't enough to make me cum so he doesn't have to worry about me crossing that threshold, using that knowledge to his advantage. Two voices are battling in my head: one is saying "oh please stop it's driving me crazy," while the other says "please don't stop because this feels so fucking amazing." The two are at war with each oth It was all happening inside my head. Watching me squirm and flail across the bed under his touch, he realized he had total control. He whispered in my ear, "get the lube." That simple cue was enough; there wasn't a moment's hesitation. I reached into the nightstand, grabbed it, and smeared some between my cheeks right at the entrance of my asshole before applying more to his throbbing, hard cock. Before I could even snap the lid back on, he was already probing me. God, it felt incredible. As he pushed inside, I started moving backward against him. We met every thrust with a counter-push until my rear pressed firmly against his pubic bone. He was buried deep within me, and the sensation was exquisite. Then he really picked up the pace, and I just rode along with him, taking his pounding while gasping out "fuck," "pound it harder," "fuck my ass," and "oh god." After a few minutes of this side-lying rhythm, he said, "on our knees." I don't think I've ever gotten onto my knees any quicker than I did that morning because I didn't want to waste a single second getting my ass fucked. Once positioned on all fours, he lined his cock up with the entrance and just drove forward. Usually, I can only handle short thrusts as he makes slow progress, but not this time. He delivered one powerful push and was back in action; my ass took it like a champ. Now fully utilizing his body weight to drive down hard with each strike, he really began pounding me. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart so he could get a clear view of how his cock worked its way through my ass. That visual sealed the deal. He climaxed powerfully. After a minute, he started pulling out as I turned over. "Ah, look at that," he said, pointing to the load still clinging to his shaft after emerging from me. "Well, we can't have you leaving with cum on your cock," I replied. So, I bent down and began sucking and cleaning his softening member to remove it all. As I licked and sucked, his hardness returned. Taking that as an invitation—and since I'm always hungry for more after a good ass-banging session—I straddled him and rode out the feeling. The lube was my saliva mixed with the cum still inside me; it felt amazing. He was actually amazed that he could get hard again just two minutes post-climax. I rode his cock, playing with my nipples while his hand wrapped around my cage, delivering those familiar sensations to my own member with every thrust my ass absorbed against him. Eventually, his erection faded, and I felt his cock slide out slowly. It was such a lovely sensation. He has since gone off on some errands, and here I am lying down, recalling all these pleasant feelings as I write this blog entry while the details are still fresh in my mind. We are so grateful to have discovered chastity and enjoy its benefits within our relationship. We continue learning new things about ourselves every day—what we like, what we want to explore—and realizing that sex doesn't have to be boring at all. Thanks to everyone who has shared they enjoy my writing. Since I love both sex and writing, combining the two is a joy for me, especially knowing others are enjoying reading my blog too. Now back to reality. Until next time.

Day 1 of being relocked after eight months free ---- It’s been eight months since I last wrote here, and also eight months without a cage to keep my sex life in check. I have to admit those last eight months of freedom were both a blessing and a curse. Let me explain why the past eight months felt so open. My previous post was on May 11th last year. My husband and I were vacationing in Florida, and I had been locked up for quite some time—close to a year by then. He would occasionally release me just to tease or deny me, have me shave my cock and balls, and sometimes let me cum before locking me back into my Looker01. We were staying at a clothing-optional MisterBnB in Fort Lauderdale, lounging nude by the pool. It had been 18 days since I was last unlocked from chastity and allowed to ejaculate. While lying there by the water, my husband glanced over, started playing with my caged cock, and said, “I want some fun.” Grinning back at him, I asked what kind of fun. He replied that I knew exactly what he meant, and if I was really good, I’d get to have fun and cum too. It was our last day on vacation, with an evening flight ahead. After a few more minutes poolside, he grabbed my chastity device and led me into the room. He retrieved the key and handed it to me to unlock it myself. I’ve noticed a pattern: while he always locks me in, he often makes me do the unlocking. So I unlocked the Looker01 and set the metal cage aside, leaving just the base ring on as we usually do for playtime or sex. It acts like a cock ring at that point, allowing the cage to be put back on quickly afterward. As I climbed into bed, he reminded me to take the ring off too since we were flying home. He wanted us to pass through security safely. On our trip down, I had left it on by mistake but luckily nothing set off any alarms. We enjoyed some playtime, and I must have been “really good” because he let me cum. After 18 days, it was quite explosive. That marked the last time I wore a cage for eight months until last night. Since returning home, life has dealt us one blow after another. His mom’s health became an issue, and everything seemed to pile up. Neither his mind nor mine could focus much on anything else besides her condition and work. However, we’ve seen improvements in his mom over the past month. She won’t be running marathons anytime soon, but she is stable, and her health has stopped declining. As our lives returned to normalcy, he began suggesting we go back into chastity. We are currently back in Fort Lauderdale for about a week. I drove down so we’d have a car while here, and he flew in after finishing some appointments. When he arrived, he announced he had a surprise for me. Excitedly, I asked to see it. He pulled out the chastity device. That wasn’t quite what I expected. For the last eight months, I’ve been free to jerk off whenever I wanted or felt like it, controlling when and how I cummed at any given time. He told me to put this on after dinner. I think he timed the delay so my mind would be thrown; it worked. All I could think about during dinner was losing control of my cock again. The moment that cage goes back on, ownership reverts to him. Through the bars, I can see it, but I cannot touch it, feel it fully, get hard, or cum unless he permits it. Memories of being caged started flashing before my eyes. I will say that while locked is when we have the most sex. After about three days in the cage, I want him intensely. When unlocked, we can go weeks without physical intimacy because I’m jerking off constantly. There’s definitely an upside to me being locked and him holding control. With him home and not traveling for work, there will be some form of sex every day. Granted, he’ll likely be the one getting relief each time, but my itch will still get scratched—whether through my ass, nipples, or mouth. It remains satisfying even without cumming. From past experience, the longer I go without ejaculating, the hornier I become, so it’s a win-win for both of us. I’m almost certain we’ll be having some kind of sex daily. After dinner, he told me to strip and handed me the Looker01. He instructed me to put it on first; once secured, he would come back with the lock. That is exactly what happened—he followed through immediately. Since it had been a while since I last wore one, he decided to hide the key in the condo while he was away for work. If something came up and I needed to remove it within those three days, I’d have to call him to find out where the key was. He left on his flight last night after locking me into my chastity device. The first night went fairly well. Whether by plan or coincidence, having him gone for three days while I am freshly locked and alone has given me plenty of time to think and gain perspective. Having my cock secured feels strange. The Looker01 also features a built-in urethra tube. So not only is there a cage around it, but the penis itself is invaded by metal. This form of chastity challenges every natural sensation of the organ. My cock belongs to him now in every sense. So we begin the count today—Day 1. I will keep you updated on how things progress.

Days 1 and 2: I am a day behind in posting, but Days 1 and 2 of being caged went about as expected. Since neither my Dom husband nor I are strangers to this experience, I knew what the days would feel like. My husband left town almost immediately after locking me into the Looker01. As it had been roughly eight months since I last wore a device, it took just a little while for me to readjust. My Looker01 is made of titanium, so it’s very light, yet there is still that familiar metal cage hanging from my cock and balls which feels unusual after such a long break. On top of the slight added weight, the built-in urethra tube introduces two distinct sensations inside me. First, I feel the constant sliding of my cock along the tube as it naturally expands and contracts throughout day and night. With the sensitive lining of the urethra, I am aware of a lot of that movement. The second sensation occurs when I urinate. For some reason, there is an internal vibration in my cock as urine flows out through the tube. It isn’t unpleasant or painful; it’s just something to get used to. I’m actually glad Dom was away during those first two days. It allowed me time to adjust and re-familiarize myself with being caged without bothering him while I acclimated. He knows that my horniness takes about a week to build up to the point where I am fawning over him, which he loves. Let’s just say that once I pass that first week in chastity, he is never without sex for any day he wants it when we are together. Now as I head into Day 3, the Looker01 feels like a natural part of me. Most of today passed with little notice of its presence at all. There were occasional jolts to my testicles when sitting down—sometimes one ball gets pinched between my pants and the cage—but for the most part, the comfort level is excellent.

The more I get turned on, so it’s a win-win for both of us. I’m pretty sure we’ll be having some kind of sex every day. After dinner, he told me to strip and handed me the Looker01. He instructed me to put it on first; once secured, he would come back with the lock. That is exactly what happened—he followed through immediately. Since it had been a while since I last wore one, he decided to hide the key in the condo while he was away for work. If something came up and I needed to remove it within those three days, I’d have to call him to find out where the key was. He left on his flight last night after locking me into my chastity device. The first night went fairly well. Whether by plan or coincidence, having him gone for three days while I am freshly locked and alone has given me plenty of time to think and gain perspective. Having my cock secured feels strange. The Looker01 also features a built-in urethra tube. So not only is there a cage around it, but the penis itself is invaded by metal. This form of chastity challenges every natural sensation of the organ. My cock belongs to him now in every sense. So we begin the count today—Day 1. I will keep you updated on how things progress.

Day 4 The fourth day is pretty much wrapped up. My Dom husband has headed off to the airport and is en route out of town, planning to return early Tuesday morning. The day kicked off with an early start. Dom woke up and rolled over so he was facing me. I was lying on my back, having just woken up a few minutes prior. He reached over and began teasing my right nipple. Knowing how sensitive they are—like they're wired directly to my prostate and cock—I immediately started getting hard inside the cage. I put my right hand on his shaft; it was rock-hard and pulsing against my palm. I could tell he had already engaged, with his route mapped out and ready for a drive that would end with him pounding my ass. He kept twisting and pinching my nipples, driving me toward madness. My cock is now as hard as possible, filling the metal cage, with skin squeezing between the bars of my cock cage. Every time he manipulates a nipple, my cock jumps automatically in response to each pinch or tweak. Without saying a word, he nudged and pushed me into turning over so my back was against him—essentially making me the little spoon. He placed his other hand on my left nipple and started playing with it too. With both nipples being worked, it felt like a power surge hit my cock. My nipples were sending major signals to my shaft, causing my body to squirm, twist, and move in pure ecstasy. I slid my hand down to my locked cock and began stroking the cage itself. This is that moment where, if I weren't caged, I'd stroke directly and likely cum within a minute or two. Sexual electricity surged from my nipples, through my prostate, into my cock. But because it's locked, I can only stroke the cage, getting just some skin contact with whatever flesh protrudes through the bars. It isn't quite enough to push me over the edge for a climax, but what my mind needs right now is simply to stroke whatever surface is available. Stroking the cage as if it were a real cock probably makes me look pathetic—a strooking fanatic willing to do anything to get relief. This specific action is exactly what Dom loves to provoke when I am locked up, horny, and teased. He orchestrates all my movements, knowing precisely how to drive me crazy with lust. He whispered in my ear that he was about to claim my ass, which made me even more frantic. I want him to fuck me thoroughly. His comment signaled for me to reach over into the nightstand for lube. I squirted some into my hand and reached back to smear it along my buttocks crack and hole. Then I added a bit more, reaching back again to coat his pulsing shaft from tip to pubic base. He is going balls-deep in my ass. Throughout all this preparation, he never stopped working my nipples, keeping my cock jerking with every pinch. He started pressing against my rear. God, it feels amazing. As he presses into the hole—which is losing its resistance to his intrusion—he whispers that now that I am locked again, my ass will once more become the center of my sexual pleasure; no more pleasure coming from the shaft itself. At that exact moment, my ass gives in, and his cock slides steadily inside me. And true to form, he hasn't stopped playing with my nipples. Once fully inserted, he finds a thrusting rhythm. As he slowly fucks me, he explains that if he ever stops working my nipples or moves his hands away, I must immediately take over where he left off. He said that from now on, there should always be either his hands or mine playing with the nipples. while he was penetrating me. FUCK!! Where does he come up with these ideas? We kept going like that for several minutes. We were both in heaven, though through different actions. He from fucking me, and I from being fucked. After a few minutes, he stopped thrusting his cock into my ass and moved his hands back to my nipples. Without missing a beat, I started thrusting to keep his cock moving in and out of my rear. You could say that now I am the one fucking him. Then I felt something wet on my leg, looked down, and saw a long line of precum dripping from my cage, pooling onto my skin. Everything about this had me on edge. After a few more minutes we stopped, he pulled his cock out (without ever cumming), looked down at me, and said that this would be continued later in the day. I basically collapsed with disappointment because I really wanted him to cum inside me. So we got up, showered, dressed, and started our morning. The rest of the day passed without a single word about what happened earlier. We returned home later in the afternoon so he could pack and get ready for his trip, plus take a nap. One rule I have to follow while locked is always being nude at home. Although I don’t usually nap, I took off my clothes and lay down next to him on the bed. I was on the computer, halfway watching the Titans lose to the Chiefs. After about 30 minutes, I felt him start to move and wake up. Again he reached over and began playing with one of my nipples. He then turned around to get more comfortable, now stroking both nipples again. Once more, I started squirming. But this time I was so horned up that I began thrusting my caged cock into the air. This caused my caged cock and balls to flop up and down. Dom loved seeing how his ministrations were affecting me and how my body reacted to his movements. We had discovered something about my nipples: although both are sensitive, it is only when both are played with simultaneously that I go completely bonkers with lust. He kept playing with both while I continued thrusting, making my cock and balls flop around. He then stopped, repositioned himself, and told me to scoot down a bit on the bed so he could straddle my face, facing toward my feet. He took each of my arms and placed them under his legs, pinning me to the bed so I couldn’t move my arms or hands. Then he put his cock in my mouth and started playing with both nipples AGAIN. This was driving me absolutely crazy. I began sucking his cock wildly. I deep-throated him; when not doing that, I licked his balls and shaft. I went back and forth while he continued to play with my nipples. He pulled out of my mouth and started jerking off. Within just a minute or two, he was ready to unload and told me to open my mouth. He guided his cock into my open mouth, and I felt his cum squirting onto my tongue and running down my throat. I hungrily took his cock back in, ensuring all the cum came out of him and into my throat. He moved off my arms so I could finally move them again. My hands went straight to my nipples since that was the rule; they weren’t being played with by him anymore, so I started massaging my own nipples while continuing to suck on his shrinking cock. I didn’t want to stop. It was finally time for him to start dressing to leave, but before he did, he picked up his phone. I could tell he was going to take a picture/video of me with his cock in my mouth while playing with my nipples. I knew he would watch those visions over and over again while alone in his hotel room. I smiled, knowing that I can pleasure him not just at home but also when he is away. I couldn’t be happier.

Day 5 - It’s nearly the end of Day 5. One of the most frustrating days I’ve had yet. Not much got accomplished at all, and my horniness is through the roof. Only five days in, and I feel like there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Dom Husband—just to have him next to me, on top of me, or inside me. My mind keeps drifting back to getting fucked by him when he returns home; it’s driving me a bit mad. Partly because I’ve been trying hard to follow his instructions, which has likely intensified the situation. He set this up and knew exactly what he was doing. Last night on the phone, he told me that my ass and nipples should become my primary sources of pleasure while he is away. So I need to actively play with them as much as possible. This aligns with his comment earlier in the week about wanting my nipples played with constantly during sex—so if he isn’t touching them myself, I should reach up and do it. His morning instruction was simple: whenever I thought of it throughout the day, reach up and play with my nipples. Well, I thought about them all day long! The pleasure they give is immense. I played so much that they’ll probably be quite sore tomorrow, but he warned me not to complain because he plans to work them over thoroughly when he gets home. He loves watching my body writhe in that mix of pain and pleasure as my nipples are stimulated. If I had a dildo nearby, I might have used it all day too; being away from our main toy collection has its limits. So today, my nipples became my toys, and they delivered—they even got some suction play. Dom Husband lands early tomorrow morning. I’m brainstorming ways to greet him but haven’t finalized the plan yet. Since he is very visually stimulated, whatever I do needs to catch his eye. My idea: put suction cups on my nipples before leaving in the morning, then drive with them visible as we pick him up at the train station, letting him "discover" them attached while driving home. He can leave them or remove them. It should definitely get things moving. chastity

Day 6 Dom Husband came home early this morning. I went to pick him up at the train station and arrived just two minutes before his arrival, though daylight hadn't quite broken yet. Keeping with the theme of my ass and nipples becoming my pleasure spots, I surprised him with suction cups already on my nipples. Right before leaving the house, I applied a drop of lube to each nipple and attached small erection suction cups. The suction was immediately noticeable—a constant pinch that sent signals down to my cock, making it want to stand at attention inside the cage. I threw on a T-shirt which hid the cups from view until we were driving out. At the station, I decided Dom Husband needed one more visual treat. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my caged cock out for full display upon his arrival. He got to the car, smiled immediately, and said, "Oh, it looks like the horniness has kicked in while I was gone." I replied, "Yes, indeed, and in spades." As we drove away, I mentioned another surprise and lifted my shirt to reveal the suction cups. His smile widened. "Have you been playing with them as instructed? Are they sensitive enough to hurt with just a light touch?" he asked. "Oh, Yes!!!!" He nodded approvingly. "Good. Just what I wanted. You did well." He left the cups on during the drive home, though he might have been waiting until we got inside to see their full effect. Once indoors, I stripped immediately—an old rule of mine is that when in chastity at home, I stay nude. After his overnight flight, Dom Husband wanted a nap. We went to bed, and he started teasing my nipples with the cups on. To be honest, they were so sensitive and sore from yesterday’s play that it hurt like hell when he finally removed them, but seeing their swollen state was worth it. He gently pinched each one; they came alive instantly. My cock immediately began testing the cage limits as well. He seemed enamored with how soft my enlarged nipples felt—easier to pinch and play with now. This nipple stimulation combined with my writhing got him fully erect, and he declared, "I want that ass now." We spent the next 30 minutes fucking repeatedly. Whenever he wasn't playing with them myself, I was still touching mine; they were never neglected. He seemed happy, and I was certainly satisfied as my horniness had been fed. So it seems clear: his focus will be on getting attention to my ass and revving it up as another key pleasure point for both of us. He loves that he is at the center of my attention when I am pleasuring myself under his direction. Tomorrow brings a 10-hour drive back home. I wonder what hijinks await in the car? chastity

Day 7 One week caged and locked. It’s been a transformation—from jerking off one day to being locked the next; from having no real drive for sex to becoming a horny gay sub who wants his ass filled. Dom Husband has driven this change, and I am glad he did. I actually enjoy this constant state of horniness and love knowing that my caged status pleases him greatly. When we are together while locked, he gets either my ass or mouth daily. He defines much of our relationship by the frequency and quality of sex; he is extremely driven sexually, whereas without the cage, I am not. I have reported in daily this first week to track progress and share some of our frolics. Now that the week is complete, I will shift to weekly journaling, condensing my experiences into highlights from our chastity journey. chastity

End of Week 2 / Entering Week 3 I just finished my second week in chastity. I won't lie—it has been tough not cumming, and Dom Husband has contributed significantly to my horniness by keeping me on edge almost constantly, even when he isn't home. During this last week, he removed my cage twice because he missed feeling and playing with my cock; he wanted time for "his" cock. The cage came off for about an hour each time. He stroked it, teased it, edged it, and sucked on it until I was anticipating the release, then stopped. Total frustration for me, which he loved. Dom Husband is treating me well in chastity. We have sex every day we are together, sometimes multiple times a day, so he has no intention of leaving the cage off for long periods again. Two weeks ago, when he put the cage on, he mentioned looking forward to my ass and nipples taking over as my primary sexual pleasure points instead of my cock. He didn't elaborate much until yesterday. Dom Husband left for a four-day trip early this morning after I drove him to the airport. Our conversation was mostly about his errands and destinations; nothing specific about chastity or sex. But just as we were saying goodbye outside the car, he dropped the bomb: "I want you to give special attention to your ass and nipples while I am gone. Spend an hour each day playing with them until I get back." Yesterday morning, upon returning home, I dutifully retrieved my dildos, nipple clamps, and suction cups. I started focusing on these new pleasure points since my cock is less relevant in this regard now. As I got comfortable with a dildo inside me and the suction cups attached to my nipples, I checked the time. For the next hour, I fucked myself with my favorite dildo while playing with the suction cups simultaneously. Precum was leaking profusely from my cock; I felt like I was in heaven. My ass appreciated the attention, and my nipples sent strong signals to my prostate and caged cock. After an hour, I cleaned up and ran errands. Later that evening, Dom Husband called to check on how things went. After hearing about the mundane details, he asked for clarification on my comment about spending "an hour with toys." He wanted me to confirm: did I spend one total hour doing everything together? He clarified: "No! You misunderstood. It needs to be an hour *each*, not an hour combined." Crap! "Tomorrow," he instructed, "I want an allotted hour for your nipples and an allotted hour for your ass. Clear?" "Yes Sir." He informed me I will have to make up the lost time after his return. We shall see what he has planned. Currently typing this with suction cups still on my nipples, twisting them occasionally to drive their sensitivity higher. My nipples are definitely more sensitive than before and appear slightly larger overall. Both of us love how they feel when first removed; I can almost cum just from him playing with them then, though the plumpness fades quickly. Dom has stated there will be no release until at least the end of March. We have a trip to NYC in mid-March; he isn't sure if he'll allow me to remove the chastity cage for security checks since I passed through once before (with nothing happening) and it is titanium, so it shouldn't trigger metal detectors. chastity

Three Week Mark I have just passed the three-week mark of being chaste and not cumming. I think this might be the longest period without a climax in my experience, but I knew this lockup would feel different. Dom Husband is determined to allow only minimal release because full climaxes are detrimental to our sexual dynamic—a lesson he learned well and wants repeated. My third week did bring an event not seen before while locked: I expelled quite a bit of cum over two days from both anal sex and a prostate massage by Dom, with most coming from the anal intercourse. It felt like the closest thing to an "analgasm" I have ever experienced. We haven't done much deep prostate massaging in previous lockups. As relatively new to our Dom/sub dynamic, we are still learning. He is determined to work my ass and nipples more during this period so they become primary sources of pleasure for both me and him. Over the weekend, he took time to explore my prostate zone thoroughly. He found it, and the sensation was intense enough that I asked him to stop temporarily. He noted his technique and said next time I would be restrained, and he wouldn't stop until he expressed enough cum to qualify as a true ejaculation (since natural climaxes are now off-limits). The second release happened when I rode his cock. This position—me on top, facing him—is by far the most enjoyable for both of us. He acts as the passive observer while enjoying being devoured; I do all the work, burying his cock deep inside me to his balls. The feeling in my ass is unbelievable. My prostate was swollen from abstinence, enhancing the sensations as my cock rubbed against it optimally. While riding him, he played with my nipples—a highly erotic addition. Combined with the stimulation of his cock hitting my prostate, it felt heavenly. My thrusts became frantic. Looking down at Dom Husband’s stomach, I saw a hint of white wetness. I wiped some on my finger and tasted it—it was cum, not precum! That discovery turned me on further, shifting me into a different headspace. I kept thrusting, focusing on the feeling inside and the prostate stimulation. Every minute or so, I went back to his stomach to scoop up more cum from my fingers. I entered a frenzied state: the more I thrust, the more I leaked; the more I licked it up, the more turned on I became. This lasted about 30 minutes. Looking down at Dom Husband, he was smiling. "And this is why I never want you to climax again," he said. "I have never seen you in such a sexual frenzy in our 15 years together." I told him if it stays as good as the last two days—especially those final 30 minutes—I am perfectly fine with not ever climaxing fully. Our connection felt stronger and more relevant than ever at that moment. Looking back, we reacted to each other with deep affection for the rest of his stay before he left early this morning for another trip.

4th week Today marks four weeks of being locked and barred from cumming. Yesterday, when Dom husband woke up, he reached over to play with my nipples. I was still asleep, but his movements definitely roused me. He kept pinching, tweaking, and pulling on each nipple until I was fully awake, along with my cock which was now straining against the cage walls. He told me to get up because he wanted me to straddle him and ride his cock. I replied, 'Yes Sir.' As I emerged from under the covers, he reached for his nightstand to find something. He settled back down holding the keys to my cage. "I’m going to unlock your cage and take it off," he said. "Do not touch your cock at all while the cage is removed." I promised him I wouldn't. He unlocked it, and my cock instantly stood full length, taking the cage with it as his erection expanded, wearing the device around its head like a crown. He was free!! Dom husband then lifted the cage off entirely, and I felt the built-in urethra tube slide out of my shaft. He was truly free to expand into a full erection now. The base ring remained on, acting effectively as a cockring that enhanced my hardness. I climbed onto top of him. After lubricating his cock and my backside, I slowly lowered myself onto his member. Right at the moment I settled fully, burying it deep in my ass, I felt a small spurts of cum shoot out from my shaft. After four weeks, my prostate was ready to burst. I began riding him vigorously, trying to sink as deep as possible. The sensation was incredible. Another little bit of cum oozed out—not quite the explosion of a full climax, but enough. I scooped it up with my fingers and brought it to my lips; yes, it was cum. I continued riding Dom husband’s cock for several more minutes until he announced that my fun time was over and it was his turn to enjoy my ass properly. I couldn't wait. I moved off him onto hands and knees as he positioned himself behind me. He lined up his shaft with my anus, and with one thrust, buried it deep inside. Usually, my backside needs time to relax and accommodate him, but since I had just ridden his cock, it was already open and ready for being fucked. And fuck it did get. Dom husband pounded away at all he was worth. I felt like I was in heaven as his pubic bone slammed against me. Even though he fully invaded my space, I wanted more. It didn't take long before he came. As he pulled out slowly, I could feel some of his cum leaking down from within my ass onto my balls. I can only credit this hot, frenzied sex to being in chastity; it does something special for both of us. The power dynamic and built-up horniness make for excellent intimacy. He then told me that since I was unlocked, I should go ahead and remove the base ring to clean my cock well and shave. He also suggested taking out my guiche piercing and giving a close shave across my taint down to my anus. He loves running his hands over my smooth shaft, balls, and backside after shaving everything sleek. When I asked if he wanted me to trim my pubes as well, he said no. So I followed instructions. After the shower, I took my guiche ring, chastity cage, and all components down to boil for sterilization. It had been three weeks since they were last removed. After about 20 minutes of boiling, I cooled them down and brought them upstairs so Dom husband could lock the cage back on. Once the base ring was secured, my cock immediately stiffened again as if rebelling against re-entry. We waited roughly 20 minutes to finalize the lock. Everything is back in place for what seems like another four weeks or so of 24/7 confinement without climaxing. At this point, I am just focused on catching any analgasm possible while riding his cock or being fucked by him.

i have had no male/male action since my teens (i’m now in my 60s and married over 45 years) when i was a femboy by today’s standards. Reading your journal brings up all sorts of very arousing memories for me. While chastity wasn’t even on the horizon back then, I was “expected” to “take care of myself later,” so the effect felt somewhat similar. At that time, it was exciting to watch someone else’s pleasure and orgasm; now it feels comparable but in a heterosexual context. The excitement i still feel reading your journal makes me realize i am more Bi than i usually consider myself to be. So thanks for your great write ups, i’ve enjoyed the memories!! MsM’s ld

slave d thank you so much for the very sweet comment on my writing and on my chastity blog. I am so happy that it has stirred really good memories for you and allowed you to relive some past experiences. I love documenting some of my weekly experiences. Sometimes I recap the entire week, other times just one or two specific moments. It truly warms my heart to know others enjoy my writing. Chastity has significantly improved our sex lives, and I do love seeing the pleasure that Dom husband gets from having me in chastity. Our intimacy is much fuller now. Thank you again for reaching out and letting me know.

36th day of no cumming I have just completed the equivalent of 5 weeks of chastity - 36 days tomorrow without being allowed an old fashioned climax and ejaculation. To say that I am horny every minute of the day would be an understatement. I have never ever been this so fucking horny in my entire life. Dom husband is the primary beneficiary of my condition, but I would have to say that I would be the secondary beneficiary too. He gets sex ANYTIME he wants it because I want it all the time as well, which he loves. I am initiating sex now at least 50% of the time; in the past, I used never initiate sex and was fine just jerking off on my own. Well since I turned over ownership and control of my cock to him, and he has basically said, "no more climaxes for you", we have had sex, of some kind, every day that he is home and not traveling. It is mostly full blown butt fucking sex. The kind where we are like two wild animals going at it in the woods. He pins me down underneath him, immobilized while having his way with my ass. Both of us feel transported to another world. Or it could be me on top riding his cock, bottoming out with deep penetration that fills me completely. I make slow, deliberate back and forth movements, directing his shaft to hit my prostate just right. His cock basically massages my prostate, which then expresses my cum onto his stomach where I scoop it up in my fingers and lick it clean. Or it could be me lying on my back with him over me, feeding his cock down my throat while I wait anxiously for his cum to hit my tongue. Or it could be like yesterday: me on my knees before him swallowing his shaft entirely as he brings my head forcefully into him and holds it there. This buries his cock in my throat and my nose in his pubes, allowing him to feel my throat muscles contracting and massaging the full length of his member. Then he alternates by grabbing my hair and holding my head while he face fucks me. Or perhaps I wake him up early morning, grab hold of his erection and slowly jerk him off while burying my nose and mouth in his armpit. I breathe in his scent, twirling my tongue in his underarm hair to give his whole area a tongue bath. Then he whispers, "do you want my cum?" And I hungrily moan and nod yes. He takes over, jerking his own cock while I keep my nose buried in his armpit. After a couple of minutes he says, "I'm gonna cum." At that point, I quickly move to take his shaft into my mouth and feel his cum coat my tongue as it slides down. Or maybe just us cuddling with his arms wrapped around me, head on chest under blankets as we fall asleep. All this is what I mean when I say we have had sex, in some fashion, every day he has been home. The last 35 days have been some of the best since we’ve been together. From the day that he put my cage on me (Jan 15th), not a word about allowing me to cum. I haven't asked because I know—and I know he knows—that when I am unlocked and allowed to cum, things aren’t as good for us now as they are during confinement. I am fine if I never cum again.

starting 6 weeks and no cumming It has been 6 weeks since Dom husband locked the Looker01 on me. It has been 6 weeks since I last jerked off or had a climax. I have never gone this long without shooting my load, ever, for any reason, whether locked or not. Over these 6 weeks, I’ve noticed chastity changing my behavior. Some things unrelated to sex illustrate this change. I have become much more pleasing in general conduct. I want to do more for Dom husband; doing things *for* him and *to* him that I didn’t routinely before. Little acts of service please him greatly. Even though our Dom/sub roles are still primarily played out in the bedroom during sex, I find myself naturally becoming more obliging to him outside those walls too. I am less argumentative than in the past. A physical change is that I leak cum now when we have sex. I don't always get analgasms, but for the first time ever, cum oozes out of my shaft every time I am fucked. Sometimes I feel it leave; other times I just look and see it there without feeling a thing come out. There are no orgasmic feelings associated with this leakage yet, but I am learning new signs from my backside to tell me what's happening. I am rewireing my brain to accept that anal pleasure can spark the climax sensation I previously only linked to shaft stimulation. I am horny all the time, and this horniness drives me to do things I wouldn't have done before; slutty things. I have become a cum lover. Before, I wasn’t a fan of cum—not Dom’s, not mine. Now I crave it constantly. Whether one way or another, I want it always. When Dom jerks off and aims his shaft toward me, if any lands outside my mouth, I scoop it up with my fingers and lick it clean. I NEVER DID THAT BEFORE. And now when my own cock dribbles cum that has been fucked out of it, I hold out a hand to catch it and readily lick the residue. Finally, one of the biggest changes is loving giving sexual pleasure to Dom husband. Prior to chastity, he enjoyed sex with me, but now it’s different. He receives more pleasure fucking me because everything centers on him. He is the priority; I try to please him in all I do. He never has to worry about getting me off or whether I will cum. Seeing pleasure on his face makes *me* feel good and gives *me* pleasure, even though my own climaxes have ceased. However, there are times when he gets pleasure by unlocking me and playing with my shaft. He loves edging me, keeping me right on the tipping point. He enjoys watching me squirm at his hand, muscles shaking in exasperation. He likes seeing how he can make my body respond. I love writhing in agony/pleasure when he manipulates my body well. Being on this constant horny edge makes me willing and wanting to do things I wouldn’t normally do during non-chastity times—the slutty, piggy behaviors. Like burying my face into Dom husband's crotch to inhale his musky scent; licking his balls. It is raw, strong, potent. For me, this has become an unknown aphrodisiac that makes me rock hard in the cage. The same applies to his armpits. God, I can't get enough of his manly smell and salty, earthy taste. It drives me crazy. After he fucks me—often while spent with cum planted deep—I find myself sexually unsatisfied yet again. Wanting more, still in a sex-crazed mode right after intercourse, I have found turning around to take his cock into my mouth immediately. I suck it clean ensuring every drop of lingering cum is gone. I think chastity has brought out the real me. Always curious about aspects of BDSM, kink, and non vanilla sex, but never acted on them before keeping them bottled up. Chastity lets me test these waters for a dry run, and I am loving this new version of myself. It is quite liberating to learn to be your true self. So now I will start my 6th week, locked and cum free. Constantly horny and ready for sex whenever Dom husband wants it because I want it too. I love willingly providing my ass or mouth for his pleasure. I love this new me and thank Dom husband for being so willing to be my Dom, taking control of my shaft and sexual pleasures in ways that prove beneficial for our better sex life.

Part 1 - Well today I did something that I feel really good about, but first a little background to help you understand. My airline traveling is going to pick up over the next several months. I'll be flying frequently between Atlanta and Miami. Previously, my flights were few and far between so I always took off my chastity device for TSA security checks. I did that just two days ago and hated removing my cage, though I don't quite know why. Dom husband didn’t think it was wise to travel with it on either, so he removed it before we left the house. My schedule promised a nonstop day: an early wake up leading to a late night red eye from the west coast back home. We both felt confident that I wouldn't be tempted to revert to previous habits of getting a jerk off while away. We were right; I was too busy, and if not busy, simply too tired to even get hard. But travel over the coming months will differ. Lots of downtime means when unlocked during breaks, I jerks off—plain and simple. Dom husband originally believed it should come off before TSA and go back on after clearing security. However, because my chastity cage has a built-in urethra tube, putting it back on isn't as straightforward. I dislike reinserting the device without proper cleaning, especially in dirty airport bathrooms. My shaft is not an area where I want to risk infection. So I convinced Dom husband to let me keep it on. I wanted to wear it through security and see for myself what would happen. Frankly, I am willing to be searched if needed; I just don't want the hassle of removal. He told me he wanted me to take the key with me just in case. I agreed but... a few minutes later while I was showering, he came over and said I had put the key in my backpack. "Where?" I asked. "In the back compartment," he replied, holding up a sealed envelope. When he made that last comment, looking right at me, we locked eyes. My heart melted; I knew what it meant, and he knew I knew: I better come home with that envelope untouched. My cock literally started getting hard inside its cage again. Dom is new to this but learning fast. So the moment arrived at the airport security checkpoint. Belt off, shoes off, pockets empty. Both screening devices were present; I hoped for the regular metal detector and got it. The alarm went off though! My heart raced slightly, but I stayed cool and collected so as not to look nervous. The TSA agent sent me back through asking if I had any removable metal on my body. "I have body jewelry that cannot be taken off," I said—a decent description of the situation. She indicated I needed to go through the other scanner—the one with yellow footprints where you stand and raise your arms for an X-ray scan of the whole body, front and back. So over I went, posing with arms up as instructed. "Walk out and stand right here," she said. Staring at the blank white screen awaiting my fate: green or red? After about 10 seconds, the screen turned green with a big "OK" displayed. Whew. Made it through feeling proud. Packing up from the belt, I checked my phone; Dom was already texting to see how it went. I told him all was good and no major issues occurred. On my return flight out of Miami, I'll see if results hold true, but at least I know I won't fret over it.

"Part Two - Wearing My Chastity Device on the Return Flight" The return trip was totally different from my outbound journey. I arrived at the airport and headed straight to the TSA security checkpoint. Since I was using TSA PreCheck, I felt confident everything would go smoothly. Honestly, with how well things went in Atlanta for my flight to Miami, there wasn't much reason to worry. I walked up to the metal detector and passed through it. It beeped. Okay, that happened yesterday too. They asked me the same questions: Do you have a belt on? Anything in your pockets? Any electronics? Just like before, I told them I was wearing jewelry that couldn't be removed. However, this time the x-ray scanner wasn't working. Uh oh. They directed me to the end of the carry-on conveyor belt to wait for an agent. One came over and gave me a pat-down. Finding nothing wrong, she asked where my unremovable jewelry was located. I explained it was in my crotch area and identified it as a chastity device. She repeated her questions, so I reiterated what it was. She asked why I had one there. My answer? "I can't be trusted." She told me to wait while she fetched a metal detector wand along with keys. Another TSA agent joined them, and they escorted me into a private room. He scanned my crotch area—it went *ding ding ding*. He just stared at me with a puzzled expression. I didn't say a word; instead, I started unbuttoning my pants. I pulled down my trousers and underwear enough to reveal the cage and see my cock inside it clearly. They said, "Okay." One of them confirmed, "Yep, that's definitely a chastity cage." Then someone asked if my wife had locked me up before I left town. I replied no; it was my husband who did it. He accepted this because I couldn't be trusted. Both agents looked surprised and remarked, "Wow, you must be 'the guy.'" I thanked them, we all laughed as I walked out, and one of the agents called after me to be careful outside. My response was, "Do I really have any other choice?" Another round of laughter followed. As they walked away, I overheard one say to the other, "I didn't know those were made for men." Throughout the entire process, their demeanor remained professional with no derogatory remarks. In fact, it was a positive experience overall. I believe we both gained something from it: They saw their first chastity device on a man, and I proved to myself that going through inspection while wearing one can be fun and humorous. Here are my final thoughts: 1) I plan to keep wearing the cage for domestic flights but will remove it for international ones. 2) Given situations like traveling with companions, I’d likely wear my Holy Trainer because its plastic construction probably won't trigger metal alarms. 3) During that earlier x-ray moment in Atlanta, the operator seemed knowledgeable; she had seen a chastity device before and passed me through without issue. 4) Everyone must decide their comfort level regarding TSA inquiries to determine whether they want to wear their device through security. I am not particularly modest, so showing my cage wasn't difficult at all. Ultimately, it comes down to this: They need to see that what is in your crotch isn't a weapon or bomb. Once verified as harmless, everyone is satisfied.

That's interesting to hear! I travel internationally across Europe quite a bit too. Each time, though, I used plastic devices—first starting with the silicone cage (which turned out not to be such a bad idea after all), and later switching to an HT3 knockoff model. No problems there at all. On one occasion during those travels, I even flew with a silicone buttplug inserted according to KH's orders. Naturally, no alarms went off, though it was still quite thrilling experience! I feel (and hope) that if the situation arose for me, I would handle it gracefully just like you did. However, saying "I can't be trusted" might not have been the best phrasing for TSA agents to hear. In my opinion, a worse response could be something along the lines of "because my infidelity is a ticking time bomb" or even "touching my cock triggers an explosive orgasm.":lol:

🤣 Hilarious. Thanks for the reply! I'm just getting tired of having to take it off every time I need to hide it. It feels like being in the closet. Some friends actually know that I wear chastity now, so this whole situation is really me coming out regarding my chastity lifestyle. Two more people have learned about my **chastity** journey who didn't before. And honestly, I think they saw me as just a regular guy next door—which I am.

Six weeks (43 days) of **chastity** without being allowed to cum Wow, what a week this has been. It was full of firsts for me. It started with a discussion between Dom husband and myself about him wanting me to remove my **chastity cage** before our flight to the West Coast. I wasn't thrilled about having to do it but agreed. He felt strongly that keeping it on wasn't ideal, while I just felt odd taking it off—it was as if I were embarrassed by wearing it, which isn't really true. So when an unexpected second flight popped up two days later, I convinced Dom husband to let me keep the device on for the trip. I won't go into all the details since my last couple of posts described our round trip between Atlanta and Miami in detail. The bottom line is that I managed it: went through TSA security, survived the ordeal with minimal delay, but did have to lower my pants so an agent could personally verify there was no weapon sitting on my crotch. Under similar circumstances, I wouldn't hesitate again to wear my **chastity cage** through airport security without fear. This week also marked a personal milestone: breaking my record for time since last climax. It has been 43 days now! My horniness is constant and stronger than ever in my life. For the past two nights, my nighttime erections—though confined within the **chastity cage**—have been incredibly strong, persistent, and long-lasting throughout sleep. These erections have woken me up several times each night for those two days. I imagine this happens because my prostate is full and signaling my body in every possible way to ejaculate sperm. This leads to another first: For the very first time in my life, any time my ass gets penetrated—whether by Dom husband's cock or a **dildo**—cum expresses itself and oozes out without pain. I haven't experienced an analgasm yet, but I am fairly certain that as my climaxes continue being prohibited, my body will rewire itself to move the orgasm triggers from my cock over to my ass and prostate sooner rather than later. It is just a matter of time.

Have you tried using a vibrating **plug** or something similar? I find that devices without vibration tend to milk my prostate nicely. However, placing a vibrating plug on high setting gives me a prostate **orgasm**, which is quite mind-blowing. If achieving that specific sensation with Dom husband is your goal, it might be worth trying out. Personally, I have decided not to use anything vibratory for this reason: I feel like any **orgasm**—even one induced by the prostate—counts as cheating on my wife and violates strict **chastity**, unless she explicitly approves of that outcome. (She hasn't reached a decision yet regarding this point, but who knows?) Some gentle prostate massage or milking provides little direct pleasure to me personally, though it results in significant leakage. It does help reduce the pressure buildup. I haven't gone quite as long without an **orgasm** compared to you (my max was 29 days), yet I have noticed that around week three, every bowel movement seems to massage my prostate automatically, milking me almost as effectively as a natural ejaculation. Obviously lacking physical pleasure in the process, it has really surprised me!

> Tessasissy wrote: ↑ > I have decided not to use anything vibrating for that reason as I feel any **orgasm** even a prostate induced one is cheating on my wife and **chastity** obviously unless my wife decides that is what she wants. (she is not there yet with that but who knows) > A bit of prostate massage /milking gives no real pleasure, but you get a lot of leakage. It does reduce the pressure. Thank you so much for your comment! Yes indeed. Dom husband really encourages me to use my ass, mouth, and nipples whenever possible, especially when he is away from home. He wants me to derive genuine pleasure from those erogenous zones as well. He is perfectly fine with me having an analgasm while playing with my rear end, provided it isn't mechanically induced in the way we define it. The key for him is that it remains a naturally occurring analgasm—similar to what would happen if he were actively fucking me or when I'm using a very basic, plain **dildo**. So nothing electrical and no vibrating devices are allowed up my ass or pressed against my cage. He also enjoys massaging my prostate himself. He loves the closeness it brings us during those moments. Sometimes he manages to extract cum; other times he doesn't. As I mentioned earlier, having either an analgasm or expressed cum is acceptable to him because both allow him to keep me locked and denied in **chastity** 24/7. If my prostate couldn't express cum naturally on its own, he would occasionally jerk me off just to maintain good prostate health. Without a doubt, his denial of my ability to cum has changed me for the better. I am a nicer person overall; I don't get as irritable or 'pissy,' and my wild side emerges more when we are intimate together. I find myself doing things with him that I never thought possible before, becoming attracted to new aspects of his personality. When we have sex, something clicks—I go completely crazy, consumed entirely by the moment and wanting even more. Thanks again for your comment.

Good luck on your journey! I will be following your progress with great interest—especially if you manage to achieve that analgasm and how long it takes within the realm of **chastity** to reach that stage!!:o

51 days - still locked By midnight tonight I will have passed my 51st day of being permanently locked. Looking back at the past week, I think that was THE hardest period since Dom husband first locked me on January 15th. It became virtually unbearable for a while; relief was necessary quickly. Dom husband had been out of town and wasn't due to return until another day later. He has allowed—and encouraged—me to play with my nipples, use **dildos** to penetrate my ass, practice deep-throating with specific devices, and even touch my cock through the cage itself. All this activity was designed to keep me on the highest possible level of sexual tension (a plateau) without cumming. This benefited him too by keeping me always ready for sex whenever he wished. The only rules were strict regarding mechanical aids: I could not use any device that mechanically induced a climax. No **vibrator**, no e-stim, and certainly no jerking off to full climax (which is nearly impossible anyway when locked). I am unsure if Dom husband knew exactly what he was doing by permitting all this play; essentially, he created an overwhelming state of frenzy inside me. Last week I reached a point where concentration on daily activities became difficult. My mind kept drifting. There was only one thing occupying my thoughts: the desperate need to cum. Even though I knew I wasn't allowed to, I had to do something about that building frenzied feeling threatening to paralyze normal activity. Finally reaching the breaking point, I went upstairs to our bedroom. Stripping off my clothes, I lay naked on the bed with perhaps the hardest erection of my life while confined in the cage. The skin over my cock bulged visibly between the metal bars, and both my balls and shaft turned dark red due to pressure buildup. Starting to play with my nipples made things even worse; I felt compelled to stroke. Applying some lube to my hand, I began stroking my caged cock directly. God, it felt wonderful! Dom husband had done this for me many times while locked up, but this was the first time *I* stroked myself. My uncaged cock is about seven inches long when fully erect. However, within the cage, its effective length compresses to just two inches. It offered a completely different sensation compared to standard jerking off—though I was at least going through the motions properly. It felt great, though there wasn't quite enough contact with my shaft to stimulate it all the way to climax. My body writhed everywhere during this process. Continuing this self-stroking routine for a while longer, I looked down at my hand moving up and down over that small two-inch cage. A thought crossed my mind: *What a pathetic sight.* My limbs were thrashing, hips thrusting slightly—but absolutely nothing was happening internally. In fact, I felt like I might be making matters worse. The horniness grew second by second. Curiously enough, for some reason I never considered grabbing the **dildo** to fuck my own ass instead. My mind remained fixed on reverting back to what used to be normal behavior when getting horny: manual stimulation. After ten or fifteen minutes of this seemingly pathetic routine, I stopped completely. My body and limbs went limp. Only one part stayed firm: my cock continued pressing heavily against the cage walls. At that moment, defeat washed over me—a touch of depression too. I truly love the feeling of cumming—the buildup sensation where every muscle in the pelvic region tenses tight before release explodes outward from the shaft. As a man, nothing compares to it. There I lay there naked. Still. No movement. My mind was still reeling but slowly realizing that perhaps this intense climax wouldn't happen again anytime soon—or at least that remains Dom husband's plan for us. I know for our relationship—and all the positive benefits **chastity** brings—that I cannot be allowed to cum freely right now. Our sex life has never been better. He even noted how much less argumentative and easier to live with I have become lately. Admittedly, I see this change in myself too, and quite like it. It took another thirty minutes before my cock finally softened sufficiently for me to rise from the bed standing up. Rationalizing that feeling somewhat better now—less frantic about climaxing—I realized that even though stroking a locked-up cock looked pathetic externally, internally I had released some pressure into a much clearer headspace regarding my future.

53 days in the lock with no release I posted recently and promised not to blog every day, but something happened: Yesterday was a special occasion. An anniversary. Dom husband wanted to celebrate by letting my cock out of its cage for the event. I wasn't expecting it, so the unlock surprised me. As soon as the cage came off (while the base ring stayed on), my cock stood at attention. Within 60 seconds, I had a full erection. He said that because we were celebrating, he would let me stroke my cock, but..... 1) you cannot cum 2) you can do this anytime during the day as long as I supervise and watch you do it, so you will have to come to me and ask me to watch you jerk your cock 3) you cannot do it for more than 5 minutes at a time and 4) you can only stroke your cock shaft. Your hands cannot go up to the head of your cock and touch it at all, at any time. Well I was ecstatic. I immediately started stroking my cock under his supervision. But I soon found out that even with my cock being locked up for the last 51 days and no climax, stroking my shaft was pointless. Yes it felt good to get an erection. Yes it felt good to even be able to touch my own cock. Yes it felt good to feel my cock being stroked, but it did not get any kind of satisfaction out of it since my cock head was not being engage. That is where all the action of sensation starts and ends. So there I was stroking my fully engorged, hard as a rock, cock but it was doing nothing for me except making me hornier. The head was angrily flared just wanting to be stroked. He even reached up to play with both of my nipples. He said - "here let me give you some more sensations". And yes, that felt good too but my cock head was being left out of the party. He had not been invited to attend.:( So after 5 min he called it and I let go of my still straining, hard, vein bulging, cock. It was so disappointing, but I thanked him for allowing me that hand to cock connection. I honestly didn't want to do it any more during the day because it was useless to do, but I didn't want him to think I wasn't beholding to his good graces so I did go to him twice more and ask for him to supervise me. By the time this happened I had already taken my cock ring off and taken the whole **chastity** device to the kitchen to sterilize it. It had been about 3 weeks since it had come off for me to clean and shave my cock and balls so the last two times of me jerking my shaft was without the base ring still acting as a cock ring. I will admit it felt good to be metal free for just a few hours. The short lived freedom came to an end, but I was able to get some erection exercises done. It felt good for my cock to stretch out to its full size. Dom husband always makes my cock health a concern. He wants to keep my cock in good working order because it is his cock and he loves to play with it. Fuck, he gets more enjoyment out of my cock than I do. Now it is locked again for an undetermined amount of time, that will only be determined by him. For pictures and video of my unlocking, erections, shaft jerking, and more, feel free to go to my Twitter @Chastelifexxx The Twitter page is only for adults and those over 18 years of age. Definitely a NSFW site.

Day 56 being locked I don't know what it is about today but I am so fucking horny. Yesterday was fine. Today I want my ass filled. I want it fucked. I want my nipples pinched and tweaked. I want my cock to go soft in its cage because the pain of it being hard and compact in the **chastity** cage is really becoming annoying. But what does Dom husband do this morning instead of giving me my usual morning fuck? He leaves with barely a kiss goodbye. I know he fucking planned this. Every morning that he is home without fail, he wants to fuck my ass. It is like a ritual now. He wakes up and turns over to spoon with me. I'm the little spoon and he is the big spoon. He reaches around me with both hands and starts ever so gently playing with my nipples. If I am not in the mood for sex, he knows that by playing with my nipples, they will lead me down that path to all out wanton sex. My hands instinctively now go above my head when he plays with my nipples. That has become a trained instinct now. That is the way he wants it. He wants full access to the front of my body. And I so willingly give it to him. As he plays with my nipples I feel his hardon pressing against my ass. It is funny how it is always pressing right at the entrance to my hole. Hardly ever does it need to be positioned there. The more he plays with my nipples, my hips start to instinctively thrust back on his hard cock. He has flipped a switch by playing with my nipples. My body has been turned and is wanting sex. Even dry, with no lube, my ass will normally get the head of his cock inside. The nerves in my ass hole are at this moment short circuited by the brain. Signals are over ridden. The pain is only sensed as pleasure for now. My ass wants his cock. That is it plain and simple. Trying to get anymore of his cock inside of me though, without lube will not happen. I think only twice has it worked that my ass accepted his cock without lube. And those times found me over the top with brain induced dopamine, and adrenaline. I was just a slut. He loves the feeling he gets from the very rare dry fuck, but my ass feels the battering it took for days afterwards. Normally the friction becomes too much and I drag myself away to reach for the lube in the nightstand. I lightly lube my ass and lube his cock, making sure I lube it all the way to the base because I know my ass will be swallowing his cock all the way to his balls. This is what normally happens every morning. The morning routine. So I have gotten accustomed to it. My body is expecting it. My body needs it. But today it is not happening that way. He gets up, showers, dresses, gives me what would hardly be considered a kiss and then he is gone out the door for the day. My body is in withdrawal mode. What just happened? I have been left feeling so horny that I am crazed with a desire to get some kind of sexual pleasure. I have played with my nipples. That only makes me hornier. I have rubbed on my caged cock. And of course that provided me with no relief. I decided to pick up the computer and go through my usual porn pages which again just made me hornier. So I decided to open up the community site and add to my blog. Believe it or not writing all this down has helped. It got some of my frustration out. This also helped me put things in perspective as well. It is not about me. As long as I am locked, my cock is not mine. My ass is not mine. My nipples are not mine. Yes they are all attached to my body but they all,effectively, belong to him and he controls almost every aspect of them. And it is mornings like this that I need to remember that. So I did benefit from my writing. I have now eased on to the other side of horniness. I hope you, the reader, enjoyed it and got something out of it as well.

59 days in **chastity**, and climax free This morning started out pretty much as any other morning when Dom husband is home. He wakes up, he puts his hand over across my chest, and after a few minutes will start to play with one or both of my nipples. As I have said many times before, this action is the equivalent of flipping my "ON" switch. Play with my nipples - ON. Stop playing with my nipples - OFF. So this morning was the same. He starts playing with my nipple and then I start coming alive. I turn slightly and bury my nose in his armpit to sniff and breath in his smell. It is an aphrodisiac to me. I start to really get horny, really fast. I move down to his cock and again I sniff his pubes and breath in his manly scent. He maneuvers me so that I am on my knees with my feet up to the side of his head, my ass in the air, and my head in his crotch with my nose buried in his pubes. All the while he is still playing with my nipples. I move to his cock and start giving it the attention it deserves. It starts out soft but in a very short time becomes hard and throbbing. I love how it becomes alive in my mouth with the tongue stroking I am giving it. I bury his cock in my throat and give him a brief blow job to get him hard enough so that I can sit on his cock. This has actually become our favorite positions. His fav because he is just laying there and my ass is doing all the work of stroking his cock. My fav because I can end up sitting on top of him, with my ass engulfing his cock all the way to his balls. I could not get anymore of him inside me if I tried. When I sit on him like this with all my weight centered on my ass hole which is impaled on his cock, my prostate is being squeezed. Pressure from his cock is pressing on my prostate and the feelings I get is just fucking amazing. Once I make a couple or three movements up and down on his cock my prostate starts to express its built up storage of cum. It starts to flow out of my cock but I have absolutely no feeling of it being expressed at all. I can see it come out every time I make the downward movement on his cock. It is like it is being pumped out. The only feeling is the most awesome feeling I am getting from my prostate being massaged by Dom husband's cock deep inside. This kind of expression of cum is exactly the beauty of being caged, locked, and denied the ability of a normal climax. After a normal climax your level of horniness you had before the climax is almost immediately extinguished. The desire to achieve that climax has been accomplished. Your body is now in recovery mode after the explosion of cum during the climax. But when when your cum is express with no climax, you maintain the horny factor. Your body senses nothing has happened so you are still heightened for sexual activity. Before **chastity**, when i was able to climax at will, I would often have the fantasy of eating my own cum while I was jerking off. But once I jerked off, and the cum was splattered all over my stomach, I immediately lost the desire to eat my cum. it went from a fantasy to a disgusting factor. Well this doesn't happen any more. Now in **chastity**, any time my cock drips and oozes cum, I am right there licking it up. This is what happened this morning. When my cock was finished oozing the cum out, I stopped and got off of Dom husband's cock and went down and licked every drop of my cum off his stomach. What a rush. Not even a hint of disgust at all. And still being horny I got back on Dom husband's cock and continued to ride it for several more minutes. Once we were both finished, still being horny, I experienced my second ever taste of cock that came from my ass and went straight to my mouth. I cleaned his cock of cum, ass juices, and lube. I was finally satiated. I am not sure if it was because my empty prostate was finally registering, or if it was because there just wasn't anything else I could do. I can't wait until in the morning to see if this starts all over again. To see if Dom wants it to happen or not. Oh well. Somebody has to take one for the team. it might as well be me.:) ** Note - check my Twitter account @Chastelifexxx for pictures and videos of me and things I like.

Days 71 in **chastity** without a climax Four days ago, Dom husband told me to take my **chastity cage** off because it had been about two weeks being on 24/7. He gave me no other reasons he wanted me to take it off. As it turns out, there was. After giving myself a thorough cleansing of my cock and balls, I shaved all the area from my guiche piercing up the perineum, to my balls, and cock. Dom husband wants me to shave that whole area and keep it smooth. It has been a while since he wanted me to shave my pubes. I never shave my pubes unless I get direct orders from him to do so. It just depends on what turns him on at the moment. After I got out of the shower I took the cage and disassembled the urethra tube from the **chastity** cage, used a tiny brush to go in and clean the inside of the tube and then put all the parts in a pot to start boiling and sterilizing process. Just as i finished at the stove, Dom husband called me upstairs. He was lying on the bed and wanted me to crawl up facing him and straddle his chest. He said he wanted to check my shaving job. He rubbed his hands and fingers all over my cock and balls checking for any stubble which he did not find. He looked up at me and smiled very mischievously. I know that smile. When I see that smile I know what will soon be happening. He continued "checking out" my shaving job and in the process had gotten me extremely hard. As I have said before, he loves to get me hard when I am out of the cage. He loves playing with my cock as well as he wants my erection to go full mast. He wants all my parts to continue to work as they are supposed to. He doesn't want **chastity** to do any harm. The only thing **chastity** is for is to keep my from jerking off and keeping me horny. He says that my cock and balls are all his and he wants his property to be maintained in perfect working order with the exception of a climax. He says that as long as i ooze cum when sitting on his cock, I don't need the actual climax. He continues to play with my cock and he has my cock leaking precum in a very short amount of time. He then instructs me to start playing with my nipples while he continues to tease my cock and balls. As is known by now, my nipples are my on and off switches. This all continues for about another 5 minuets or so and I have to ask him to stop because I am getting real close. He stops. Gives me about 15 seconds and then starts again. All the time my nipples have been continuously pinched and tweaked by my fingers. This time he doesn't go long at all and I have to ask him to stop again He then tells be to turn around and get kneel on my knees. Dom husband loves to look at my cock and balls from the rear view. My balls are low hangers and dangle in front of him. His balls don't do that. His are very tightly held up against his body all the time. So I guess it is what you don't have that you are most interested in. So he loves my balls dangling in his face. He lightly taps them to get them to swing a bit. He then grabs my cock from between my legs and pulls it backward toward him. He starts jerking my cock like one would do with a cow's tits. With the other hand he is rubbing all up on my ass and lightly rubbing my ass hole with each move of his hand as it moves across. Then he takes his hand from my ass and grabs my balls sac taking the whole sac in his hand and pulls out and down. His pull is not hard but it definitely is keeping a good tug on my balls. From what I have read about edging, he is now incorporating two techniques to aid in keeping me from cumming while continually teasing me. One being that I can't thrust my hips while I am kneeling on my knees, and the other is pulling the testicles away from the body. If you can keep a man's hips from thrusting and keep his balls pulled away from his body, you can edge him longer without him getting the urge to climax. It must be working because he was driving me crazy with the stimulation but I was not getting the urge to cum nearly as quickly as before. Finally after about 20 minutes of this I told him I was getting close. He took my cock between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed my cock from the base of the balls to the tip, effectively squeezing precum and maybe mixed with a little bit of cum, down to the opening of the slit. He wiped it off and put his fingers to his lips and licked his fingers of my precum. I looked at him from between my legs and I saw that same mischievous smile as he was savoring the taste of my precum. When he is satisfied with my taste, he tells me to get back on my knees in the same kneeling position, with my ass high in the air and my head low and my hands out in front of me. In this position my body is his - specifically my ass. He then gets on his knees and starts easing his cock into my ass. It only takes about three hip thrusts forward and he has entered my ass all they way to his balls. The feeling is so fucking amazing. I love to feel the skin on his cock slide against the skin of my ass. I feel so connected to him during this time. So when all of this was over, we just lay side by side. He told me that since I had a doctors appointment coming up in two days he was going to leave my cage off because he did not want my cock showing any evidence of being caged when I went to the doctor for my annual physical. My **chastity** cage leaves indentions into my cock where the bars of the **chastity** cage are. They are more predominant when I have had erections while caged and my cock is fully pressed into the bars of the **chastity** cage. He said this will also allow him to get more play time with my cock as well. I smile. Surprisingly I was ok with this because I had noticed that my cock had some redness to it where the base rings fits snug. No pain was associated with the redness but it was irritated for sure. This would allow that area to heal a bit before the **chastity** cage goes back on. I will give an update after my doctors appointment.

"73 days without climax After my doctor's visit I got home and told Dom husband that everything went well. The blood test results will be ready in a few days. I expected him to put the Looker 01 back on me, but he said he wasn't quite ready yet. He had me climb onto the bed while he unbuttoned my jeans and took off my shirt. He’d been home alone all morning with an active imagination. Once I was stripped down, he did the same. He wanted me to straddle him again as before, sitting on his chest with my cock right in front of his face. He wanted a repeat of our last session. I was definitely up for it. This time, however, instead of just playing with my soft cock and balls near his face, he took my cock into his mouth, giving it plenty of attention from his tongue and lips. His mouth felt wonderful. Having my cock surrounded by that warmth was awesome. It had been over a month—maybe two—since he last sucked me to life inside his mouth. I love sucking him too; feeling the growth in my mouth tells me he enjoys the reaction on the inside of his cheeks as much. My cock reached full hardness with a flared head within seconds. I started thrusting forward, guided by his hands on the back of my butt. It felt so good to have his mouth engulf my cock again after such a long time. After a couple of minutes, I began feeling the climax building up. I didn't want to stop but pulled out anyway. His tongue kept reaching for me. "I want to cum," I said, "but I can't because I won't." It wasn’t physical inability; it was my choice not to allow it. He didn't force me like he used to. I prefer the sensation of riding that edge and maintaining it for minutes or even an hour through repeated episodes rather than having a brief 10-second high followed by days of being sexually flatline. Neither of us wants that dry spell. His tongue kept enticing my cock back into his mouth. I would thrust for seconds, then pull out to keep the climax at bay. It felt incredibly close to shooting deep down his throat, but my willpower held strong—a crucial trait when both partners are heated and judgment might fly out the window. This cycle of me fucking him while holding back repeated itself many times. I can't quite describe how good it felt to maintain that edge. He was definitely getting a generous amount of precum; mine dripped like an open faucet. Eventually, I had to pull out completely, resting my cock on his bearded chin. The stimulation from the beard against the underside sent chills through me. He told me to get off and kneel. When Dom husband needs it badly, he wants it now. So I didn't hesitate. He knelt behind me, grabbed some lube, and rubbed it into my hole. I felt him press his cockhead at the entrance of my ass. With arms outstretched back toward his knees for support, I gave him encouragement to start. The pressure finally relaxed my muscles, allowing his cock to slide in inch by inch. Once fully buried, he grabbed both my wrists behind my back like reins, pulling me backward into each thrust. He pounded my ass with vigor. Since I was already near the edge, those sensations intensified further. My hope is that my prostate, receiving the pounding from his head, might finally release its stored cum, though it didn't quite explode just yet. I haven't truly experienced a full prostate orgasm (or an "analgasm") before, but this felt like the closest I've ever come. After he finished, Dom husband collapsed on top of me. He dropped his head and I turned to kiss him. We stayed there for minutes to catch our breath as his cock slowly softened and withdrew from my ass. Once fully out, he stood up and told me to fetch the cage. "Now I'm ready," he said. And just like that, it was done. I was locked again. On this 73rd day of denying myself a climax (or choosing not to take one), I feel we've crossed a significant hurdle. If this scene had happened two or three weeks ago, I might not have had the strength to refuse cumming in his mouth when it presented itself. We were both caught up in that sexual frenzy. But if I had let go then and lost my constant state of horniness, our sex life could have gone stagnant for days or even weeks. I believe I've reached a critical point where I can sustain long-term chastity without the overwhelming desperation to cum that plagued me recently. The 90-day mark is approaching soon. That will be another important milestone in my **chastity** journey. ** Note - check my Twitter account @Chastelifexxx for pictures and videos of me and things I like.**",

Dear sub, I have been following you for a long time and really enjoy your writings. Do you feel like a real man, or do you have more feminine feelings because you are the female role in the household?

@certo 1946 Interesting question. Thanks for following along. To answer you directly - I personally feel like a real man. I don't feel feminine in our relationship at all. Being a bottom doesn't mean I am womanly. Even though I consider myself the sub during sex, I am my husband's equal in every other aspect of life. It feels good knowing that I can prioritize him when it comes to intimacy. He is much more driven by sex than I am, and **chastity** keeps me revved up so I'm always ready whenever he wants.

I appreciate how thoroughly you have documented your journey!

I love reading about your life in **chastity**. It is exactly what I dream of for myself. Thank you for sharing your erotic journey. I tried looking you up on Twitter but got a message saying your account is closed. Is that true? I was eager to see your photos. Please keep updating us; it makes for hot reading.