Introductions discussion

I’ve been part of this community for several months without getting around to writing a post, so I suppose that labels me as a lurker. What I was really doing is enjoying the knowledge that there are others out there like my wife and I who find it somehow erotic that people worldwide are experiencing some of the same things we do.

We are approaching our 20th anniversary this summer. Some outside the “chastity” circle might consider us kinky because we’ve explored many different activities over the years. However, we don’t fit neatly into any particular lifestyle category nor do we think we’re kinkier than average; rather, we are more adventurous, accepting, and openly erotic with each other than what is deemed normal by those who tie their sexuality to their politics.

I suppose I am generally sexually submissive, which offers some insight into my explorations of bisexuality when I was younger and the activities my wife and I have tried. In some areas we’ve found mutual enjoyment. Other things we laugh about as we wonder why we thought they would be arousing in the first place. Still others surprise us by showing how much something as simple as a sexual act can change our perspective and bring us closer together.

Years ago, we discussed strapon play and invested in a high-quality harness and realistic cock dildo. We were excited at the prospect, and both of us enjoyed the role reversal, but my wife surprised herself when she found that the most exciting element for her was having me suck her strapon cock. We’d both get carried away—she from seeing me on my knees attempting to treat this monster like it was real, and me from knowing her view was of me trying to stuff a quite realistic 8” cock down my throat. It reached the point where this became a kind of foreplay: we’d get excited with the strapon sucking, then she’d take it off and have me fuck her while teasing me about how hard sucking made my own cock.

Even though I had long been proud of my ability to hold back cumming until she did, eventually one of these sessions with the strapon sent me over the edge early, within seconds of getting inside her. It was a turning point. Without saying a word, she pulled her hips away and pushed my head down. No imagination was needed to know what she wanted, so I licked her while she thrashed, moaned, and screamed toward an orgasm. All the while, I could taste my own cum. Later, she admitted that knowing I was licking it made it much more exciting for her. Soon, she began telling me where and how to cum—on her breast, her ass, in her hand, on her pussy—all with the unspoken expectation that I would lick up my cum and then lick her to a big orgasm. I felt like I was in heaven; I had never experienced any woman having such intense orgasms. When we fucked, the objective changed for both of us: she wanted me to cum fast and lick her to climax, while I learned that I got more satisfaction from experiencing my wife cumming hard than just barely getting her over the edge with my cock.

We knew what cumplay was and understood we were enjoying our own version. However, it wasn’t until much later did we realize it was the control of my orgasms that excited my wife most. For the first time, she regularly expressed preferences for how and when I came, and importantly, how fast I came. My urge to please her played right into her developing fetish to extend control over my orgasms. One night while she was out of town on business, we were exchanging sexy texts; I told her I was hard and going to jerk off thinking about her. She surprised me by objecting and asking me to wait until the next night. I complied but found that being told not to jerk off even more arousing than what had led up to wanting it in the first place. The next day, while waiting for my wife to return from her trip and give me release, I started looking into chastity.

It didn’t take much to start imagining scenarios and discovering that complete control excited her immensely. It took even less to turn this insight into action and order our first chastity device. Upon its arrival and my first experience being locked and turning over the key, I can honestly say that our sexual world was turned inside out by what is really a simple device.

I very quickly discovered that the sensation of being locked was arousing in itself. I could never forget that my cock was secured in a cage. When my wife was around, I couldn’t help but remember she knew I was locked; apparently, she couldn’t forget either. She kept asking how I was doing. In the evenings, she’d fondle my locked cock and swollen balls, teasing me about how helpless I was until she pushed me down to receive her pleasure in the only way left to me. I noted that she was already excited and wet by the time my tongue found her pussy.

Our first foray into male chastity had its challenges. I never harbored illusions regarding my endowment, considering myself average, so I ordered the first device based on that assumption. It didn’t take long to determine that having my flaccid cock fill only half the cage was uncomfortable. With some embarrassment, I mentioned this problem to my wife, and she surprised me with a bit of giggling about my predicament. At that point, I had been locked for 3 days and was looking forward to being let out for relief. Instead, we sat in bed, her naked and me locked, researching options for smaller, more comfortable devices.

… realized that I’ve written quite a lot and have run out of time. Will come back later to complete my introduction …