Seafaring

This morning, I’m for some reason suddenly kinda blown away that this whole enforced male chastity thing works at all. That you can lock a bunch of stainless steel (or polycarbonate or silicone or…whatever) onto what is a very tight, moist, presumably delicate part of a man’s body and just leave it there. For days, weeks, months, or (for some lucky/poor SOBs) years. And, you know, for the most part, nothing happens. Shit doesn’t fall off. There are (and I’m serious about this) no long-term adverse issues. It’s kind of crazy if you think about it. Such elastic things we are.

I’m also amazed by the realization that I have no idea when my last orgasm was. I can’t remember it. I know it must have been in June, but since that was the recent nadir of my blogging activity, there’s no record of it. Like most guys in my position, the time, date, and circumstances of my orgasms have typically been of high importance to me. But now, suddenly, I’m adrift in a vast orgasmless sea with no idea where the shore is or was or which direction I’m heading. On the one hand, it’s kind of liberating. I’m not looking backward at one and I’m not (literally and figuratively) looking forward toward another. I just am (and they are not). Don’t get me wrong; I still want them. A lot. But wanting them is better then having them. At least for me (at this moment).

Belle locked me up around the 6th of July. I think I had been without orgasm for about two weeks at the time, so that would have me at almost two months now. In the old days, six or seven weeks would have equalled three or four dozen ejaculations, mostly into the bathroom sink or onto my hand or stomach. This is better. Way.

7 thoughts on “Seafaring

  1. But now, suddenly, I’m adrift in a vast orgasmless sea with no idea where the shore is or was or which direction I’m heading

    Christmas…? May…? Solstice…?

    Never?

    😉

    Sarah

    P.S. Did you get my email yesterday?

    1. Never?

      She’s hinted that it’ll be at least another month, maybe two. She’s being somewhat cagey (pardon the pun) and I’m fine with that.

      P.S. Did you get my email yesterday?

      I did. Check your email.

  2. Thumper;
    Just thank God that you didn’t show your wife the
    “Neosteel” line of chastity belts, They are my my
    wife’s favorite.If I step out out of line or whine
    she is more than happy to remind me of going and
    having that on for a week or two.You get to enjoy
    the freedom of the Steelwoxx.

    1. “Freedom” of Steelworxx?!? I assume you’re talking about how it’s less of a presence versus a full belt, right? I don’t have a great deal of freedom…

      I’m very curious what a full belt would be like. If I could figure out a way to find out that wouldn’t cost $1000, I’d want to give it a try.

  3. “And, you know, for the most part, nothing happens. Shit doesn’t fall off. There are (and I’m serious about this) no long-term adverse issues.”

    This gets me, whenever I get super interested in actual chastity devices. It’s like, “Can I… Is this even safe? Can I really, just, is this okay?” There’s still some part of me that doubts its long-term viability (especially considering I live partially in conditions without soap), which clashes with the hotness (sometimes I get preoccupied with logistics).

    1. I don’t think the style of device I have would be good for a soap challenged environment, but one with an open cage (versus a closed tube) might be viable. Other than that, I can assure you it is OK and safe!

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