Atone wrote:I cannot speak for any others but I am cautious in getting too involved with someone on an Internet forum. I am reluctant to invest too much in a deeper relationship because it may disappear at any time. I have had it happen before and try to avoid it. I am interested in your journey and will continue to follow it as long as you keep updating.
Ahh. I see. This is all very new to me so I'm still learning the social conventions of internet forums. I'm going to continue posting journal-style in this thread and leave discussions to other threads.
So, here we go. Let's rewind to Monday of last week, when my wife assured me I was going to regret not having clean underwear for her that morning. She got home on the late side that night, just after I had put the kids to bed. She said, "Come with me," and led me into the bathroom. She told me to lie down in the tub.
At this point I knew what was coming but couldn't quite believe it. She dropped her pants and the uncomfortable boy-shorts she had complained about and stepped into the tub, standing over me. She placed one foot on the edge of the tub, where it met the tiled wall, and emptied her bladder.
She did it in a very casual, clinical manner. Not erotic, not emotional. Just very matter of fact. I think that is part of why I felt so affected by it. We'd played a little in this arena years before as part of our exploration of BDSM, but I hadn't expected to revisit it.
Like so many things lately, it felt different. It doesn't feel like a game. I had let her down and she was expressing her displeasure. I still can't believe I'm writing this. Maybe it's tame to some of you, but for me it was pretty humiliating. Not in a bad way, but certainly in a "shaken to my core" kind of way. I thought I had a pretty good idea of who my wife is, but I keep finding myself surprised by the changes in our relationship since getting locked up.
All good changes mind you, but surprising.
Anyway, after that I showered off and we went to bed. I wore the chastity device until Tuesday night. I think at this point I came to view my time in lock-up as bumping into "The 48 Hour Barrier."
I woke up Wednesday morning and started my daily routine, feeling a little depressed. I missed the cage. The skin felt fine down there, so I finally called my wife around noon and asked if I could go back in. She said, "Of course," and encouraged me to do so any time being out made me feel so low, provided the skin wasn't irritated.
So I locked myself back up, determined that this time I would make it past the 48 Hour Barrier. Wednesday passed without incident, as did Thursday. Yes, I thought to myself, I'm going to make it. The chastity device wasn't giving me any trouble. This wouldn't be a problem.
My wife tells me on Thursday that if I do a good job cleaning the house, she'll milk another drop of cum out of me. I clean like a madman. By the time she gets home the house is in great shape.
That night my wife and I cuddled in bed. I told her how much I missed getting to spend any time with her the past few days. She looked at me and smiled.
"Well then," she said, "aren't you glad you're going to get to make me come tonight?"
"What would you like," I asked, grabbing a towel and laying it out on the bed.
"Go down on me," she responds. Finally, I think. I've been missing the taste of her. But as I move up to her she rolls onto her belly and spreads her legs. Oh. She wants me to go down on her from this position. Okay, no problem. It's a little trickier but doable. Especially when I slide my arms under her thighs, tilting her pelvis back and exposing her clit.
I bury my face in her pussy and begin lapping at her, gently, all around her labia. I'm taking my time getting to her clit, building to it. Soon her hips are moving, making it easier to pleasure her. By sliding my tongue counter to her movements I can cover more area. Soon I have worked my to her clit and begin teasing it. I can feel her arousal build.
Then I feel her shift and hear the drawer of her nightstand open. I feel the hard surface of her magic wand bump against the side of my head.
Damn it.
I was so enjoying going down on her. I wanted my mouth on her during her orgasm. But she wants the vibrator and it's her show, so I position the magic wand in place of my tongue and switch to licking her asshole. For variety's sake I slip three of my fingers into her pussy, thrusting in an out as my face rides along her writhing ass.
She gasps as her orgasm takes her. I keep finger fucking her, shifting to just my index and ring fingers, rolling my hand palm down so I can hook her G-spot. She groans as her orgasm, which was starting to die down, crests into a second long, drawn out wave. She rides my hand through every last shred of pleasure.
Sated, she rolls onto her side and we cuddle again. We talk. She wants to know how I feel in the chastity device. I assure her it feels fine. No problems. Can I wear it longer, she wants to know. I assure her I can, and in response to her further queries, I assure her that no, I'm not upset about being denied further. Even though the house is clean to her satisfaction. She can see that I'm getting off on the denial. On the ever-shifting goal post.
Satisfied by this she kisses me goodnight and we go to sleep. Yes, I think as I drift off, I can do this.
My big mistake happens Friday morning. We awake before the kids. Normally she's the one up early to head out for work, but now that I'm awoken by denied morning wood, I get to share this time with her. Deeply hungry for her at this point, my hips involuntarily grind against her thigh as we cuddle.
"Go ahead," she tells me and I begin desperately humping her leg. In the chastity device. Big mistake. Soon everything is burning down there as my cock and balls strain to escape their prison. I have to stop. We get up and proceed with our morning routines. I'm in discomfort but think things will settle down soon. Only they don't.
As the day wears on I get progressively more uncomfortable. My wife calls and says she's going to the doctor. She's hurting and can tell something's wrong. I go walk the dog in the woods, waiting to hear back from her. It's about time to leave the woods and pick up my kids from school when my dog goes tearing off after something. I can't find him. Fuck. Of all the days to deal with this shit.
Fortunately he was just attracted to someone else's dogs. She hangs onto my dog until I finally locate them. I race for the school and end up being only five minutes late. I'm also really hurting by this point and really worried about my wife.
Finally I hear back that she's going into surgery. Once I get someone to watch the kids I can come join her. I leave the device on until my babysitters arrive and it's time to go to the hospital. I've broken the 48 Hour Barrier but there's no joy in it. Physically I'm still in pain from the dry-humping and emotionally my heart is in my throat. I know it's not a life-threatening situation, but I've known people who died during routine procedures before. It happens sometimes.
I leave for the hospital, feeling like everything is up in the air.