Memorial Day weekend came and so did I. Twice.
Belle didn’t let me out of the Steelheard until the morning after we arrived (Saturday), but after having me get her off with my mouth and fingers (no penis, again), she let me fuck her until I came. It was one of those super intense orgasms that you get after an extended denial that wasn’t bad but wasn’t exactly good, either. Somehow anticlimactic. By 3:00 that afternoon I wanted to go again but I had to wait until the next morning when she let me fuck her once more (but with her top on). That one was all about me (which I’m not a huge fan of) but it was a better orgasm.
Usually, twice in quick succession like that would spend me for a while. Monday, though, Belle wanted me back in (all of 48 hours out) and by the time we got home that night I was as horny as if it never happened. So horny, in fact, that it almost became a chastity-induced night of no sleep. As it was, I only slept for about three hours. That made the trainer especially fun the next morning.
She let me get her off again this morning. I was up on my hands and knees rubbing my face against her breasts while she reached under and gently caressed my balls. The steel tube pressurized completely while my fingers found her wet snatch. It was all over far too quickly. She held my hand against her, my finger curled up toward her G spot, and she came intensely yet quietly. After a respectable amount of basking time for her, I grabbed her and held on, pressing the tight tube into her. Fuuuuuck, I’m horny.
“You haven’t even been in there a week, Thumper.”
Whimper.
I know that, of course, but tell it to my body. I can’t remember ever having two orgasms leave me essentially where I was before they happened like this.
In my experience when that begins to occur (quickly lapsing appreciation for the relief) its evidence that longer duration of chastity is needed. My boyfriend’s tool has been locked away since Easter. But he has reported that his general thinking is clearer, his emotions for me are getting more intense and he is feeling more settled as a submissive.
Last Sunday we took a bath together and I unlocked him to clean him myself — with my own hands. Afterward he said he got more pleasure out of those five minutes of attention than he had from any previous orgasm so far this year.
This is my second relationship in 9 years to use a chastity device. This time around it’s far more complex because the rewards are both emotional and sexual, while my first relationship focused more on the sexual control.
And yeah, I call my boyfriend’s penis “the tool” — reminds us both of its purpose, which is strictly for my pleasure. If it gives me pleasure to grant him a orgasm then so be it. But that’s a reward, and we both like it that way.
Last Sunday we took a bath together and I unlocked him to clean him myself — with my own hands. Afterward he said he got more pleasure out of those five minutes of attention than he had from any previous orgasm so far this year.
Yeah. I get that. Completely.
me too. after i’ve been locked up for a while, physical attention from my husband is incredibly exciting and pleasurable, and an orgasm is almost a let down, if for no other reason than it means the end of the attention.
Funny how that works. Funny how we can be reprogrammed to not want the one thing our bodies are designed to do. To not want the one thing we really do crave.