I am still left with the feeling that in your mind the Mighty Cock is still at the centre of your sexual persona.

Well, *sure* it is! I’m a guy. I’m kinda hardwired that way. What am I without a cock? Even when it’s locked up for weeks on end, it still has a way of making its presence known. I can start to think it’s been replaced by this stainless steel appendage, but even that becomes insistent and demanding of attention I cannot give it. The cock never goes away, it just becomes a sideline player. Its absence looms just as large in my mind as its presence did.

I note that counter on the side of your blog, showing how long since your last orgasm. If the cock is being denied, does that matter?

Sure it does. Big picture, it’s proof of my continued obedience to Belle’s wishes. Smaller picture, it’s me showing off to the other guys. Boys will be boys.

I suppose I would contrast it with a situation in which, instead of counting your orgasms, you count Belle’s.

I used to count hers, but she told me to stop. I liked seeing her column getting longer and longer while mine went from two to three to four. I enjoyed seeing the ever-widening ratio of orgasms between us. But, like I said, she told me to knock it off.

How about you agree that she will have 200 orgasms this year, and forget about the cock, other than as a means to provide those orgasms?

In a heartbeat, if that’s what she wanted. I’d be OK with her shutting me down for months on end. It’s entirely her prerogative.

Would that replace the cock with the cunt as being the central focus of your shared sexual experience?

With regard to our *shared* sexual experience, it’s almost entirely about her snatch (my preferred descriptor, though I think “cunt” is a wonderfully satisfying word, too). She has orgasms for both of us. I feel them physically. I get sleepy afterward. For all intents and purposes, the path to my pleasure goes over her clit.

I cannot stop thinking about the cock that’s been with me my whole life and upon which millions of years of evolutionary programming has been written to support, but it is becoming less and less of a factor in our sex life. Ironically, the more she ignores it, the happier I am.

I am the Reader who posted the questions. Thank you so much for your fascinating, informative, generous answers. And to Belle Fille for her’s as well.

Thank you particularly for your comment to the effect that you were not offended by my questions.

I did hesitate before sending them, but it seemed ridiculous to be shy about my questions when you have been so open about your experiences. I did not pose the questions with any agenda or mindset, just with genuine curiosity. As you say, I can’t completely understand your feelings, because I do not share them, but I do respect them. I find that respectful questions from someone outside the usual demographic can push the boundaries and prompt the most interesting discussion.

I am very pleased that you found my questions worth answering, and that other posters have also commented. I would love to hear more from Belle Fille if she has anything to add.

I am still left with the feeling that in your mind the Mighty Cock is still at the centre of your sexual persona. By denying it, and by constantly reminding yourself of the denial, you make it very powerful (I’m not expressing this very well!). I note that counter on the side of your blog, showing how long since your last orgasm. If the cock is being denied, does that matter? I suppose I would contrast it with a situation in which, instead of counting your orgasms, you count Belle’s. How about you agree that she will have 200 orgasms this year, and forget about the cock, other than as a means to provide those orgasms? Would that replace the cock with the cunt (I hope that word does not offend) as being the central focus of your shared sexual experience?

And look what I have done – another question. Sorry!!

Thank you again for your openness and generosity.

Reader