For those of you keeping score at home, you’ll know I’ve been locked up for just over two weeks now. Sixteen days, to be exact. During that time, I think I’ve given Belle one orgasm. Maybe two. I can’t remember. Bottom line is, it hasn’t been all that eventful around here.
This is the stuff they don’t talk about in the hawt chastity porn. The week where she’s slammed at work and doesn’t touch you because she’s exhausted followed by the week she gets sick and isn’t in the mood followed by her period. Oh baby, do that to me one more time. And you know, as a normal guy, I’d take things into my own hand and deal, but I’m not a normal guy, am I? Not by any stretch of the imagination. She wants and expects I’ll be locked in the device all of the time, even when when she’s busy tired sick and menstruating. And so I wait. And I get kinda down. And I forget why I started doing this in the first place.
I suppose there are those of you out there who come here to fantasize over the sex stuff who might even think this is hot. A guy, totally unable to not only act on his sexual frustration but also beginning to lose it due to inactivity, locked in stainless steel…no end in sight…WHACK WHACK WHACK. Well, have a nice time. Don’t let me stop you.
I don’t blame Belle. How could I? Busy weeks happen. Sickness happens. Periods happen. Sometimes, they even happen all on top of each other. But that doesn’t make it any easier. All those “be careful what you wish for” bullshit stories out there talk about the exact opposite of my problem. Trust me, as a guy who’s been there, too, this is way harder.
I’m not saying I want to stop. I’m not saying I want out. All I’m saying is, I want this time to be over so I can go back to enjoying Belle and the condition in which she keeps me.