Thirty minutes of freedom

Last Sunday was a bit more than advertised. Belle did let me out and she did, in fact, fuck me. Also, I once again kept it together and resisted coming. Relatively speaking, I wasn’t even close. This brings my streak to five for the number of times Belle’s been able to get off on the penis without me ruining everything with an orgasm. Again, I thought about politics, but with baseball over and the election about to mercifully come to an end, I’m going to have to find another unsexy thing to keep my mind distracted from the feeling of her pussy sliding back and forth over the aching, neglected shaft.

She also let me have a go at her once she was through glowing and stuff. Her pussy felt incredibly hot and sensuous and I was once again sweating out my desire to come in her. Cold, damp sweat. I ended up leaking copiously, but no orgasm. Belle told me the ride was coming to an end and I withdrew about 80% and just moved the head back and forth feeling her labia playing over the overly sensitive glans. Holy fuck, you know? I’m almost shuddering now just typing these words…

In any event, the Looker 02 came off immediately prior to the fucking and the Steelheart Short went over the still-sticky meat immediately after. I never left the bed unlocked. Couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes of freedom, but they were action-packed.

Later that day, after her parents had been over for dinner, she told me in the kitchen that she wanted to go at it again. I pointed out the kids were still up and she rejoined that our bedroom had a door with a lock. With memories of coronal ridges bumping past labial folds dancing in my mind, we retired to the bedroom and locked said door.

I quickly discovered that the coronal ridge was out of luck. The device wasn’t coming off again. We both got naked (except for the steel) and I took up my position next to her, sucking and pinching her nipples and playing with her pussy. Outside the door, the dog was going to town on a squeaky toy.

“He’s excited for us,” Belle said.

“Errhurmph,” I said, mouth full of tit.

“Well, he’s excited for me, anyway.”

“Ermph,” I replied.

I have a remarkably well-tuned sense of how her orgasms develop now and I could tell things weren’t coming along as they should. She brought out Pink, her favorite vibrator, and I used that instead of my fingers. Still, no dice. She took it out of my hand and benched me from below-the-belt action so I redoubled my attention to her nipples. Eventually, she came, but it was a different kind of orgasm. Longer and broader as opposed to a sharp crescendo  Belle’s just one of those girls who has a hard time with the multiple orgasm thing. More like a guy that way, actually.

Anyway, since then I’ve been back in the Steelheart after quite a lot of time in the Looker. It’s taken me all week to readjust at night. The nocturnal erections are a lot more intense in the SH-S with its smaller ring and tighter gap. Given a few more days, I’ll probably be sleeping through most of it, but it’s a very different experience from both the Looker and the Jail Bird (both with slightly larger rings).

It’s now been just over four months since my last orgasm. That’s clearly record territory. Belle mentioned last night that I’m just two months away from my next chance to have one and I suppose I should be looking forward to that, but I’m ambivalent. If I can go six months, I can go for the rest of my life, right?


5 Replies to “Thirty minutes of freedom”

  1. First of all, let me just say HOT! (pant, pant…)

    Now that I got that outta the way…

    It’s interesting to see that you’re more aware of the device since it’s been changed. It shows how different each seperate model is. I’m wondering if this could be used as a way to keep you from becoming too comfortable in it? Just rambling thoughts..

    And congrats on four months!! WOW! Very impressive. You seem to have settled very well into chastity. You don’t mention it much anymore, do you still find yourself clawing at the steel occasionally in frustration? (while tending the porn farm, say?)

    Just curious; are you ever worried that maybe things will stop working if you stop orgasming completely? As a girl, I have no idea how these things work. 🙂

    Again, congrats on the four-month milestone!


    1. …do you still find yourself clawing at the steel occasionally in frustration? (while tending the porn farm, say?)

      Oh, hell yes. In fact, last night in particular was rough. Belle fell asleep around 9:30 and I was tossing and turning until past 1:00. The device was quite evident and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to things that made it tight. The SH is especially stimulating this way since it totally consumes the penis and feels a lot heavier.

      …are you ever worried that maybe things will stop working if you stop orgasming completely?

      Not at all. As the occasional fucking she lets me have and the even less frequent opportunities I get to jack off show, I am quite able to come. It’s just that there’s a large bank of sandbags in front of orgasm in my head. Not impenetrable. Just a barrier. I still get hard frequently and can leak copiously. The pluming doesn’t seize up from disuse.

  2. “If I can go six months, I can go for the rest of my life, right?


    I don’t know if six months is the magic number but somewhere around that point I realized that it is possible that I might be able to go the rest of my life. The logic went something along the lines of – well, it’s been over six months and that went well, I should have no problem going another six months to make it a year. After a year it truly became normal to not have an orgasm, I could probably go another. It has now been almost 16 months and I occasionally think it would be really nice to have an orgasm but then remember how much happier I am now that I don’t do that anymore. I think if I had an orgasm now I would want another, and another. While the idea of a break is sometimes nice to think about I believe it would end up being rather unsatisfying.

    btw, I love hearing about the looker and hope you end up with a longer stint, maybe a month or two straight, just so you can give a report for those of us too chicken to try it.

    1. I’m ready to wear the Looker for more than a week at a time, but I’m not making that call. I can tell you, it’s really not that big of a deal. It seems very scary but it’s not after the first couple of days.

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