[waki86] the new journey .

[waki86]

Blowing in the wind.

Miss R has invented a dice game for Fucktober.
Each number on the die represents a dildo.
Every morning during breakfast I have to roll the dice.
I thought I could fuck her with it.
But that wasn't the case.
They are used on me.
And the dildo that corresponds to the number is then used in the evening.
There are three dildos that I prefer to avoid.
That's the new big one, the traples strapon and an old one from Miss R's box.
The last two are not bendable and the strapless is also curved. This one has number 6.
And now that I have already thrown number 6 three times. Normally I almost never roll a 6 in a game and it seems like she has bewitched the dice.

So she can use the strapless on me because it's her favorite dildo. She inserts it and by fucking me she can cum herself.
When she's done fucking me she plays with my pussy.
She kneads the balls and erection in my abdomen.
And then says come if you can, which of course doesn't work. Which is very frustrating because you feel that he is stiff and you want to come, but the most important feeling that causes it is not there.
Before Fucktober started I was usually allowed to spoil her before going to sleep, but not now.
And because she makes me so horny before I go to sleep.
That's very frustrating because I can't finish licking her until the morning.
For the first time, I sleep restlessly because of this.

This week she gave the dildos a different number to lighten my mind.
And what do you think, I throw the least favorite again. It looks like she uses a die that falls on that number so she can use it. Yesterday after work we went shopping after I gave her a de-stressing lick.
Miss R wanted to buy some new stuff for Halloween.
We went to a large garden center where they have a lot of things. She loaded the shopping cart with all kinds of things.
She said she also wanted to have some scarecrows in the garden this year and a witch on a broomstick.

More and more are added every year.
As we walked out of the store a gust of wind came up.
I noticed it too late and my kilt blew up.
It made me feel very uncomfortable.
At that time I was wearing the prostate plug with t-bar.
This is more clearly visible than the regular plug.
But I also wore the suspender belt under the kilt.
It was quite busy so people saw it without a doubt.
When loading the car it happened again and now it blew up even higher.
I was happy to get into the car.
Then we went to a hardware store and just before we walked in the kilt blew up again.
It seemed like the devil was behind it so many times my kilt blew up.
We got some wooden plates so I can make gravestones from them.
Luckily the wind had died down a bit and my kilt stayed down when we put it in the car.

Miss R found it very amusing that the kilt had blown up a few times.
She said many people have seen what one really wears under the kilt.
I think your ass was craving something tasty and wanted to show itself off to others.
Don't worry, I'll take you later when we get home.
Your ass is satisfied and I am satisfied.
And maybe next time you shouldn't wear a sporan so that when a gust of wind happens, everything goes up like Marlin Monroe, she laughed.

We are both free on Friday and then start decorating outside. According to the weather forecast it could even be 20 degrees.
A wonderful day to enjoy the weather. Miss R said she had something special in mind for the weekend.
And that I would like it.
Knowing Miss R, she will come up with something that I don't like but she herself does.

[waki86]

Foreign.

Last Thursday Miss R and I went to the sauna.
She unlocked me at home so I didn't have to do it there.
At first I was very happy to see my cock again.
Of course he was happy too and showed it right away.
The plug also went out and we went to the sauna.
It felt strange under the kilt, nothing in or around me.
It felt very naked under the kilt and not pleasant.
The sporan hitting my cock was more of an unpleasant feeling than a nice feeling.
And told that to Miss R.
That's a good sign, she said. I
thought how can that be a good sign that I don't like it.
I should actually find it very nice and tasty.
And I was also happy that the clothes could finally come off in the sauna..
We went to different saunas, had a snack and enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere.

Miss R said during a relaxing moment which cock walking around here do you like best.
Why is that important, I asked
.
Just curious what you think. I haven't looked at that yet, but you have. .
Of course she said I looked, she laughed.
And I said. I'll tell you that later.
It reminded me of the past when we both wanted to explore bisex. We gave men and women points to find out if we liked the same kind of people.
We were a lot younger then.
Now whenever I saw a man I had to give him a point about his cock.
You have them in all sizes and shapes.
With a normal flaccid cock, it is not always possible to see how big it will become when it is stiff.
Some men have a meaty cock and you can tell from that.
I myself have 18 cm, but when it is weak, it is an ordinary throw.
I gave the men points between 5 and 10.
And I noticed that I liked a slightly larger cock and balls the best. Even though we were only in the sauna for 6 hours, I was longing for my cage.
Missed the feeling of being locked up.
I also missed having something in my ass, which I found even stranger.
Especially I often don't even feel that I have anything in him anymore.

When we drive home we started talking about the dick rash.
Miss R said you have changed .
How can you tell from the results, I said in surprise.
No cock you liked the most looks like yours.
The ones with the fewest points have a dick that looks like your dick.
You don't think your own cock is important anymore, she said. And you then I asked and you .
I agree with your results, she said.
So it means we really don't need your dick anymore.
I thought I wish I had chosen different dicks.

When we got home, Miss R installed everything again.
And somehow it felt nice and familiar again.
I immediately started to feel an exciting feeling again.
Maybe she was right that my dick wasn't important to me anymore.
And that's why I chose other dicks that also have big balls.
This looks much better on you, Miss R said when everything was back in place.
Looked down and gave her right in.
Nicely said, that means I did a good job.
Of course you're doing well, I said.
She laughed I know and she played with me in a very nice soft way.
Got quite excited about it.
And I said number 5, I rolled the dice this morning.
Yes you had thrown 5 the big dildo she said.
Okay I said and enjoyed the cage and the touch.
It's late, Miss R said, we're going upstairs, can you still do your work with me?
I said no number 5.
She laughed, do you want that?
Even though I longed to be taken.
No, I want to spoil you, I said. Great, that's okay with number 5, I've seen so many nice cocks.
Now I want to feel one inside me and cum on it.
I said I completely understood and will treat you well with number 5.

No. 5 is 24 cm and has a circumference of 7 cm, a large sturdy dildo.
And I wondered if she could have that in her.
As far as I know, she had not used it herself yet.
I put on the belt for the dildo in the bedroom.
And Miss R knelt down and took him in her mouth.
What a lovely cock you have, she said, it's nice and big and gave it a blow job.
Deeper and deeper. It looked very exciting.
Because he was between my balls I felt every movement.
And it looked like she was giving me a blowjob.
Then I had to lie down on the bed and she sat on me backwards and slowly let him slide in.
Deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Eventually it disappeared completely and was left sitting on it and wiggling gently.
Your cock is so delicious, she said.
Nice and big and thick and filling.
While gently wiggling, she had her first orgasm.
It also felt wonderful to me.
My erection was very hard and protruded like a large lump in my lower abdomen. .
After her first orgasm she started moving up and down.
This felt even better. In my head I imagined fucking her.
She had a wonderful rhythm and I felt like I was going to cum. Tried to stop it but couldn't.
Because she was sitting on me I didn't know whether I had ejaculated or not.
But it still felt wonderful.
When Miss R came violently and then left me.
I said sorry, I came too.
She tapped the dildo up.
No, she laughed, there is nothing there.
I said nothing in surprise.
No, nothing at all. I came, I'm sure, I said.
See, you don't need your cock to have an orgasm.

She turned her own and started licking me.
He's still hard, squeezing the bulge in my abdomen.
If you had really come it wouldn't have been there anymore And she sucked one of my balls.
You're right, I said, I still want to come.
She laughed, try it, it's allowed.
No matter how hard I tried to bring it up, I couldn't.
Just wait another two weeks and then it can come out, she said. She kept playing with my balls for a long time which was wonderful.
Then we went to sleep.
And for the first time I dreamed that I came and squirted a whole liter. The next morning I checked to see if anything was wet.
I was afraid I had squirted in my dream.
And I didn't even notice it myself
This was not and I was happy with that.

[waki86]

Cumshot, orgasm.

I have been permanently locked up for a long time without being able to cum with a cumshot.
And at that time I often wondered whether a cumshot was really necessary.
Why do women have a orgasm without ovulating?
For them, ovulation is a cycle and has nothing to do with orgasm. They can come as often as they want without losing their sexual desire.
And I've always wondered why a man can't do that.
How wonderful it would be for a man to be able to do that without a cumshot.
Because after the cumshot it is usually the end of the exercise.

Biologically speaking, the only way for a man to conceive a child is to cum with a cumshot.
A woman does not have to come to have a child who has her cycle.
And in my opinion, she can also enjoy the sex itself more without any consequences.
Now, there are many options available to not have children. Condom use, the pill for women, IUD for women, complete abstinence or sterilization for men.
During the latter, the man still comes with a cumshot, only without the seed.

Now that I'm in a cage, a cumshot is no longer possible.
The most sensitive part that causes a cumshot, the glans, can no longer be stimulated.
But when i am excited, there is the urge to squirt and come.
This made me think that like many men in the past,
I have had a wet dream as they call it.
Or having a morning erection without knowing that you were excited.
Getting excited also takes place in the brain.
Now with a cage on I get excited even faster than before.
While the cage is comfortable and you often don't even notice that it is there.
Then I get a hard-on and I know okay, the cage keeps him nice and snug.
Or I get excited and I don't get an erection at all.
The feeling inside is the same.
Recently Miss R was playing with me for so long that I had an orgasm without a cumshot.
It felt wonderful and the urge to cum disappeared.
And started thinking about it, is that now possible every time.
My body has now adapted so much that it knows Waki forgets, but a cumshot is no longer possible.
But you can still have an orgasm.

The man and woman are not that different from each other. The man's glans has the same ends as the woman's clitorus.
We have balls, the woman's labia.
The woman has fallopian tubes and we have balls.
It is easier to turn a man into a woman by adapting.
They may not have a child, but they can have an orgasm.
In my opinion, a chastity cage works the same.
The opportunity to get a cum shot is therefore taken away.
And the brain and body adapt to that.
So that one can simply have an orgasm.
And as often as one wants the ultimate, just like with women.

That women often do not like a chastity cage on a man.
I also think that people think that a man is only satisfied when he has come. .
And then I know I did it right and I have proof of it.
In contrast, the woman also wants to please the man, because that is how it should be.
And don't give them the feeling that it isn't the case, by sometimes also faking an orgasm.
After all, he doesn't know that anyway.
It is often also when arguments or disagreements arise.
That sex makes up for it.
The gift is the orgasm, for the man the ejaculation.

With male chastity this is not possible, it must be solved in a different way.
That is by communicating with each other. In my experience, this creates an even better bond with each other.
When I read it in others, women discover that they no longer have the urge to please the man by making them come.
But now that they are in control.
They think about themselves and enjoy sex and orgasm more. Precisely because the pressure of having to make the man cum has been removed.
And they also notice that the attention towards them is not so much based on wanting something.
He wants sex and to come.
You don't have to go along with that anymore.
But one can use it whenever one wants it for oneself.
And he will do it to satisfy the other and ultimately himself. Without cumming involved.

It is quite a transition for both of them to deal with chastity. I also had very different expectations of it, even though it was not my proposal.
Miss R had also imagined the other way.
And discovered that it also worked very differently for her, and that she started to enjoy it more with other things and that it would excite her.
Because of course we talk about that too.
What she finds exciting and that we try it out.
And I find out for myself that it is exciting or fun or very nice to do. And now that I have an orgasm for the first time, I experience it differently.
Makes it even more fun and enjoyable for me, and there is no need for either of them to use my cock for that one all-decisive cumshot.

And when she wants my cum there are other ways to get the cum out.
So that it also meets her needs.
Which I now really like and also gives a wonderful feeling.
And sometimes also gives me some kind of orgasm.
And sometimes I also long for her to take me with the dildo.
Just like Miss R longs to have the dildo in her.

[Tongue+groove]

Orgasms without cumshots are amazing. I don’t have them on a regular basis but I have them more often as we move forward. My first was quite shocking. On occasion I have multiple ones. For me they usually happen after she has been pleasured. Sometimes hours later I will wake with one.

When they occur she will spoon me and caress me whispering encouragement. After they’re over I feel satisfied, relaxed, exhausted and mildly horny.

I like to call them, “girly o’s”

[waki86]

Twice a day.

Miss R found out that taking me with the dildo is a good workout According to her, her stomach, back and upper leg muscles are strengthening.
And that can also be seen in her belly, nice and flat.
And she also feels more energetic, which is nice for her.
She said this is the best workout there is.
I have a nice pussy at my disposal that I can use for that.
And the right tools to do different exercises.
She means dildos of different sizes.
The shorter one for fast and the bigger one for slow, she said.
We get up earlier in the morning so I can do my workout, she said. With an orgasm for me at the end.
I have drawn up my own program which we use whenever I do.

And she showed me her workout program.
In the morning the quick workout sets of four 5 minutes each with a 3 minute break in between. In the evening a slow workout set of 3 and 8 minutes with a break of 3 minutes.
Finally, an orgasm.
I thought oh my, how did she come up with that again?
If only she had never started doing fucktober.
Now I have become her training device.
She saw my face when I read it.
And what do you think, are the workouts good? I
think so, I said.
Great, then we'll do that.
As a reward you get extra balls of time and you are milked on Wednesdays and Saturdays for extra protein.
And to thank you for that, you will receive an unlock for a day once a month.
How I heard that well she wants to unlock me for a day.
And when I said a dislocation
I heard that correctly.
Yes, did you hear correctly or do you not want that?
Yes, I said.
But, said Miss R.
That's fine and I thought there she was again with her.
Under no circumstances are you allowed to touch your cock.
So don't pee standing up and hold him.
Also don't play with it or get an erection.
He is useless, he only gets the chance to be free for a while, nothing more and nothing less.
What good is it then, I said.
Nothing of course and that is the intention.
Well, that's more of a punishment than a bonus, I thought. But thank you, I am very happy with it.

But I am happy with being milked again.
It takes away just that little bit of horniness and I also get a form of orgasm, which is wonderful.
And it keeps me from leaking.
Just like giving her an extra orgasm, the extra ball time is also a bonus for me.
Pampering her pussy is my favorite thing to do.
It's wonderful to lick her and feel her cum.
But with Miss R you never know for sure.

That's how she starts and then she suddenly stops again.
It still amazes me that I'm Wendy on the weekend.
I don't know whether she also wants to do a workout on the weekend.
I hope not and that she takes time off.

This morning was the first workout It felt amazingly good, made me even more excited.
And I was happy that I could give her an orgasm afterwards.

Since we started chastity we have had sex every day.
She can no longer do without orgasms and she is always excited. She now uses me for her own pleasure and I experience that I enjoy it immensely.
Anal is the only form of sex I get.
My ass or as Miss R calls it pussy is the replacement for my cock. And the orgasms I get are now much more intense and last longer.
And I also get an erection much more often that is held back. What a wonderful and pleasant feeling it is, even though he is incapacitated and freed from orgasms and ejaculations.
For me my cock is not useless it gives me that feeling.

[Mr Pickle]

Twice a day.

I also get an erection much more often that is held back. What a wonderful and pleasant feeling it is,

Surprisingly true. Without the flat cage I wouldn't have known about this wonderful and pleasant feeling. Im happy I can relate to this.

[waki86]

Lifting the kilt.

Last Thursday we had the wedding of one of Miss R's nieces.
A few weeks ago she had a bachelor party, and the kilt was already discussed.
They then apparently asked whether or not I was wearing underwear under the kilt..
Miss R said no, of course not, that's not how it should be
Miss R hadn't told me anything about it being talked about at the time.
Her niece only told me that two days before the wedding.
I thought of course she told everyone that I would be wearing a kilt to the wedding.
She also doesn't let me refuse if people want to look underneath. Her niece said, the mystery of what you wear under your kilt has been solved, she said laughing.
I immediately wondered if she had said anything about the cage, or if she had been asked about the key around her neck.
Or did someone know what the key was for?
If anyone had asked for the key, she would have immediately said what it was for.
And she would have said he is wearing a cage.
I could only guess what was said at the bachelor party.

On Thursday morning I first made sure that Miss R had her morning orgasm.
After which she took me with the dildo.
A good morning workout before the wedding starts she said.
She enjoyed taking me again.
When she was done she said I have a reward for you.
I said a reward and expected the worst. .
Yes, you don't have to wear panties and suspenders today.
I said not.
No, I don't want to embarrass you when your kilt gets lifted.
I asked why would they lift my kilt, they know I don't wear anything underneath it.
She laughed and said nothing.
. We went to the wedding then and people complimented me on how I looked.
During the ceremony and the meal, no one asked are you to wear anything underneath.
So I didn't think about it anymore.
They know, so it's not interesting enough anymore, I thought.
After dinner the party would begin.
My niece's colleagues who work in a rehabilitation center were coming.
Her new husband's colleagues were coming.
A total of just over 100 people were invited.
The beginning of the evening was quite normal.
There was talking and dancing to the music.
Her niece said at one point there are colleagues who want to know what you are wearing under your kilt.
Okay, I said and what did you say, she said nothing.
Miss R and she laughed, which is part of it.

She loves it when women ask about it.
Before I answer she says it herself, no, he's not wearing anything underneath.
If anyone asks, she won't let me tell her it's a secret or keep them guessing.
I have to say no, of course not, you shouldn't wear anything under a kilt.

The later it got and more drinks were consumed.
The more people started asking why do you wear a kilt, or do you wear something under it.
I often pretended not to understand them.
At one point I was standing outside.
And one of her colleagues said today I'm going to see what you wear underneath.
Didn't say anything and ignored her.
Was talking to someone else at the time.
I thought ignoring her would get rid of it.
After a while I stood outside again talking to others.
And felt my kilt being lifted by the same girl.
I just kept chatting with the same people and didn't respond.
She carefully lifted the side of the kilt up to my hip.
No, nothing , she said.
Which I didn't respond to either.
So that no one would have any fun with it or notice it.
Later I thought when I was inside.
By lifting the kilt like that she must have seen my balls and also that I am wearing a cage.
I thought she would have told someone.
And yes, after that it happened more often that one of her colleagues secretly lifted my kilt.
Even her mother-in-law did it once.
And later said what I saw looked nice.
I said thank you and didn't elaborate.
When I told Miss R she said nicely that it happened.
That's what I was hoping for, she said, laughing.
Good thing you weren't wearing any panties and it was all natural.

When the party was over.
Her niece asked and my colleagues looked under your kilt.
Yes they did, I said.
She laughed nicely that they did that..
These will be fun conversations when I have a break at work with my colleagues, she said.
Miss R said I'm curious about that, I'll hear from you, she said.
Yes, of course you hear that, she said laughing.
By now everyone will know that I wear a cage.

When we got back home Miss R said you behaved properly.
If people wanted to look under your kilt, you allowed it as it should be.
You didn't hide from that and you get a reward for that.
Did anyone want to feel under your kilt, she asked.
And don't lie, she said.
Yes, a colleague did it, I said.
Tell me wants to know where and when.
When I came downstairs from the toilet.
I thought no one knows there is a toilet there.
And when I came out she asked if I could feel it for a moment.
She already lifted your kilt once.
No, I don't think she heard it from a colleague.
And what did you say? Yes, that's allowed, I said.
And how does she feel about holding your balls.
Think nice, she didn't say anything other than just thank you.
Did you like it when she held your balls, Miss R asked.
Yes of course I said.
Great, you also get an extra reward for that.

For the first time in all the years that I have been wearing a kilt, my kilt has never been lifted so often.
It had only happened once before. And then the kilt was lifted from the back and not from the side.
It seemed as if they had agreed, you have to do it on the side and then you can see it.
Let alone that anyone ever asked, can I feel.
Although Miss R's niece knows we are naturists.
I don't think she knew I was wearing a cage.
Don't think grandpa and grandma ever told her, nor did they tell their other daughter.
But of course I don't know for sure.
It was nice to see her parents again.
We were able to chat for a while again.

What I learned from Miss R is that I have nothing to be ashamed of.
I thought it was nice of Miss R that I didn't have to wear panties and suspenders under the kilt.
I think I would have been ashamed if people saw that.
Luckily we were free all day on Friday. I haven't had my rewards yet.
And I don't know what it is either.

[ARK]

Why did I not get an invitation to the wedding???

Great story.

[waki86]

Why did I not get an invitation to the wedding???

Great story.

I think finding two men in a kilt with a cage was too much. Women who drink will do strange things.
When you do the same as a man, it is immoral behavior.
By not reacting to it when they did it, my kilt was lifted.
Was it also to prevent worse and not to provoke arguments with those women.
After all, it was about the bridal couple and not about me.
Would have done the same without the cage on.

[waki86]

Why peek under the kilt

A woman thinks a man in a kilt looks cool and confident.
It is said that a woman wants to know whether the man is wearing something under the kilt.
A true Scottish man goes commando under the kilt.
That really appeals to the imagination of the women.
They want to know, do you dare to walk around like that without anything underneath?
That requires a lot of self-confidence.
There is no rule that one must go commando under a kilt, that is a personal choice.
I personally like not to wear anything underneath, because it feels much more comfortable on my cock and balls.
It feels so confined in pants.
Which is a strange concept now, because I am locked up in a cage.
But it also feels much more pleasant with a cage.
It can move freely.
The only disadvantage is the balls that are permanently available. I often sat on it.
Partly due to the weight of the cage.
Now with the ball splitter this almost no longer happens.
For me, the ball splitter has an extra advantage.

The cage has an extra advantage: my cock no longer becomes a bit rough.
I also have a few polyviscose kilts and that fabric is rougher than wool.
Previously I could wear them less and now
I wear them all the time.
The advantage of polyviscose is that they are easier to keep clean.
And also much stronger than the wool kilt and also cheaper.
The wool kilts are warmer and are also more comfortable.
And if used properly, they will last for decades.

Miss R has always liked it when women ask if I'm wearing anything underneath.
She enjoys it and answers immediately when she is there.
She is proud of me for doing that.
Even if she doesn't ask and she hears someone say something about it, she is very happy about that.
She then says that woman there looked at you and likes your kilt. In fact, it turns her on a lot.
Now that I'm caged it turns her on even more.
Which is why she said if a woman wants to look under your kilt, you can't refuse it.

Personally, I thought okay, no problem, you won't see anything if she lifts it from the back. I didn't expect anyone to actually do it during the wedding.
Let alone doing it on the side.
And then also lift it up so high.
When it happened, I was standing with my legs in such a way that it became visible that I was wearing a cage.
She must have seen it too.
Now it's not that I'm ashamed of it.
But I didn't expect it to happen more often.
Fortunately, nothing was said about it in front of me.
Then the conversations I had would have taken a completely different turn. I did notice that certain women were becoming more and more interested in me.
Which Miss R actually thinks is great.
When I said that there were some who had seen my cage.
She just thinks it's great.
And especially when someone felt my balls.

I don't know if she still remembers because she had had a lot of alcohol.
Just like the other women who lifted my kilt.
I didn't drink that day/evening because I had to drive.
But many women then become more and more daring and freer in their behavior.
With exceptions that is.
There are also women who do not mince their words and do what they want, without drinking.

Afterwards I wondered what if I had not worn a cage, what would have happened.
Would they have wanted to go further if there was an opportunity to do so?
There were plenty of places where you could do something secretly.
According to Miss R, she said that she would have done it herself in any case.
But now that you're locked up, they know it's not possible, and the fun is gone.
A woman instinctively knows he belongs to someone else or poses no danger.
That's why it's so nice when a woman lifts your kilt and they see the cage.
They can't do anything with it.
Only I benefit from it.
And because of the cage you can't be tempted, she said laughing
.
But what they don't know is that that is precisely what made you a good lover.
And you take a woman seriously and fulfill all her wishes.
This creates more and better sex.
And it's not just about being able to dump your seed.
But there is also more emotional depth in the man.
Ejaculation is then only intended for the woman and not for the man.
So he doesn't lose his focus.
You don't need your cock to enjoy yourself. I don't need your cock to enjoy myself.
I need the right attention to have a good orgasm that you can be proud of giving me.

Miss R is right about that.
I love seeing how I work towards giving them an orgasm.
I can tell from her body language whether she wants a quick orgasm or one that needs to be built up.
And when it comes to an explosion I know that's what she wanted.
But also that I don't stop everything right away and continue to pay attention to the rest of her body..
This creates excitement again and makes her long for an orgasm again.
Miss R is no longer obliged to let me come too.
And she can keep it on for as long as she desires
Just like I stay excited and enjoy having my cock locked away under lock and key.
But I still keep the wonderful feeling without having an orgasm.

We have as Mr. Pickel has said.
More sex, we make more love and we have also come closer emotionally to each other.