[K_J] My Denial, Evolved.

[K_J]

This will be my first journal entry despite the many years my wife and I have practiced chastity. Like many, perhaps most, it hasn’t been linear. Recently, the dynamic has changed drastically. Which is what has prompted the desire to share our experience. In an eagerness to get to our current journey, here’s the cliff notes of the past 10+ years. I may come back to some of these points with more detail in time. Feel free to skip ahead if you’re less interested in what I suspect could be an average journey for a vanilla wife/kinky husband chastity evolution.




1. It started with me developing a personal interest in chastity. Interest isn’t a strong enough word. An obsession is more fitting. One fueled entirely by fantasy. I never purchased a cage or anything, although I did shove it in a pill bottle once… just to try and simulate the experience. Ah, the horniness of our early twenties.

2. A year or two into our marriage, I worked up the courage to share my little secret. I made a lot of mistakes in our early years of chastity, but I think I did this well. There was no elaborate plan or build-up. We were lying in bed together, and in a moment of vulnerability, with my heart pounding, I opened up. It went something like “I have this thing I’m interested in”… “but I’m nervous to share it”… “you may find it a bit weird”... She finally said to just tell her. So I did. Maybe she was expecting something weirder as she knew I was a bit kinky. We’d experimented with a little bit of light bondage, ribbons and stuff. Nothing leather. Anyway, she took it surprisingly well. I wisely left out the whole obsession part. Had she known I would begin to pester and nag about it for the next 5 years… she may have rejected the idea. Regardless, we ordered a cheap silicone cage, one of those worthless stretchy ones, and set off on our journey.

3. Enter the pestering years. The next half decade was full of ups and downs. With a mind full of fantasies, I was a classic example of topping from the bottom. She was willing to indulge many of my desires, but a lot of it came from a place of obligation. More problematic, it was driven by me. I regret a lot from these years, but also recognize we were learning. It wasn’t all bad. My longest lock-up was around 6 months. Tainted by my selfish motives and mood swings, but still enjoyable for both of us.

4. Throughout all this, we were juggling the typical challenges of chastity. Cage fitting, healing sores, lots and lots of new devices. We then encountered a more unique challenge within our chastity journey: infertility. Nothing destroys a chastity dynamic quicker than needing to have intercourse every other day… 2-3 weeks of the month… for a year and a half. Several kids later, and that’s a lot of years where, in my opinion, chastity just isn’t practical. We tried doing some lock-ups while she was on her period, etc., but it never worked. Sex had become a chore, and we were emotionally drained.

5. Our evolving process of chastity began to look something like this. We’d have a decent run of chastity. Fun and exciting. Then we’d hit a roadblock of some kind. Reaching the limits of an ill-fitting cage, trying for another child, etc., and we’d fall out of chastity for a time. Sometimes a few months, sometimes a year or two. But each time we came back, it seemed a little better than the last. I still struggled with refraining from controlling the dynamic; I just disguised it better now. But we reached the point where we had a pretty good idea chastity could work for us. My wife enjoyed it. She still struggled with taking control. I was getting better on my end, but I still didn’t make it easy for her to. Our relationship was in tune enough that even when unspoken, she could feel my expectations. And those expectations were in some ways crippling for her. She was worried about what I was thinking, worried about what I was wanting. And her response at the time was to shut down.

6. Some of our best chastity runs came while my wife was pregnant. We would get through the infertility, and during her second trimester, her libido would increase. During one of these chastity runs, I brought up the idea of getting a PA. There’s not a chance my wife would have been okay with this in the beginning, but she was willing to talk now. My wife hasn’t seen many penises aside from mine. So I was quite surprised she was willing to look at a few pictures of them with PAs. Even more shocking… was the fact she liked how the PA looked. As a mostly vanilla couple with a twist, she liked that it could be our little secret even outside the context of chastity. This was possibly our most significant turning point. And it seemed largely out of character from the woman I first married. I was thrilled. So we planned it out. I booked the appointment 6 weeks before our child’s due date in a vain attempt to coordinate my healing with hers from labor. It took much longer.

7. The roadblock of healing from my PA set us back quite a bit. We had 2 kids now, and life took over. We didn’t get back to chastity for a long time. I don’t recall exactly, but I’m talking years, not months. Although my wife enjoyed how it looked, she didn't care for how it felt in her. Which required removing it for sex. At times, I wondered if the PA was a mistake. If we would ever actually use it for its intended purpose. But I was glad it was there in the chance we might.

8. This next bit is largely out of context for this forum, but I feel it’s important to include. One day, my wife approached me stating she felt we weren’t as connected. That our intimacy had drifted. She wasn’t wrong. She wanted a way to reconnect, and chastity was of course the obvious answer. However, due to some unique circumstances, we decided on an alternative. A switch in roles. After doing some research, we trialed me being the dominant one. Surprisingly, it worked better than expected. We had a lot of fun those couple of months. Denial was still the focus, although my wife’s threshold for it was much shorter than mine. Days instead of weeks/months(soon to be years). But I like to think being on the other side of it had an influence on her. She saw the light and now understood, to a small degree, what I craved. We finished our little experiment of switched roles and came away with a few lessons learned. First was that we enjoyed a power dynamic in our relationship. It adds excitement and thrill to the bedroom. Second, that I fall better into a submissive role than a dominant one. I could play the Dom, but it was role-play for me. Submission is more in line with my natural state. I think my wife could honestly fall into either role, but I bet she’d argue now that dominance better suits her. Regardless, when circumstances allowed, we reverted back to our long-standing roles.

9. A few months later, it arrived… the final piece to my tailored cage. This was the third tube I’d ordered for my Evotion Orion. It, along with a full-coverage tip, was the complete package. This is the cage I’ve sought for many years. Thank you Thumper. Undoubtedly, I’ll order others… let’s be realistic. But this cage can forever be a fallback, a safety net to keep lock-ups persisting for as long as my wife desires. Which, much to my delight, have become quite severe.




That was longer than I intended. Hardly a cliff note, but here we are… finally arrived at the present day. To our most recent chastity “run”. Which isn’t really an accurate description anymore since runs have a finish line. I’ve now been in my Orion for the better part of 6 months without issue. She takes me out for skin checks and a tease on occasion, but I have not had a real orgasm in 6 months. Which is amateur hour for many of you old-timers here, I know, but before you judge too quickly, let me expand. Our initial discussion led to my wife’s decision to deny me until March, which is the 6-month mark. No specific day this month, because we’ve learned strict deadlines lead to expectations. Something my wife is done dealing with. However, she has recently informed me that she’s not ready yet. She wants to add another 2 months. Not as a disciplinary action, it’s just what she wants. Now, another 2 months may not seem that significant, but it carries a lot more weight than just a longer sentence. To me, it reveals a side of my wife I’m seeing for the first time. A shift in her tone and demeanor that hints at the natural progression of our dynamic. And she wasn’t done with me yet. She finished by explaining that when she does allow my orgasm, it will be quick. Unlock, rub it out as fast as possible, right back in… for a year, minimum. Holy fuck… where did that come from?

This massive shift in our relationship goes deeper than the single experience shared above. Everything has changed. My wife is a kind and caring person with a peacemaker personality. In no way does she fit the dominatrix stereotype. But something has unlocked within her, and she’s found her own special form of domination. Softer certainly, but firm and unyielding. Maybe it’s her libido increasing in her 30s… or just the depth of our relationship growing… maybe it was those times I denied her orgasm for a few days, and she enjoyed it, and now feels no guilt about denying mine. It’s difficult to say, but the result is the same. My wife has decided that she loves keeping me in chastity. She has developed a playful cruelty and mercilessness regarding my orgasm denial. And she knows I’m loving every second of it. When I ruin in my cage without her permission, she doesn’t tie me down and spank me silly like the fantasies of my early days. But she’ll make me take cold showers for a week, or make me wear a blindfold the next 5 times I go down on her. There was a week I wasn’t allowed to see her naked at all. Other times she lets it go entirely, and there are no consequences for a slip-up on my part. And the beautiful thing is she and I are okay with it. I don’t remind her that she said I was in trouble. Not because I want to get out of it, but because that’s what submitting means. I’m the kinky bastard wanting to be disciplined… so reminding her that she missed disciplining me isn’t being submissive; it’s being selfish. She is doing what she wants, when she wants.

My wife isn’t the only one who’s changed. I’ve fallen deep into my submission for her. I’m not without my flaws still, but more and more I find myself wanting what she wants. Wanting to serve her in and out of the bedroom and not in a transactional way. The motivations behind our actions are, in my opinion, much more important than the actions themselves. I’ve always been a helpful husband, even when not in chastity. But that helpfulness certainly increases when I’m chaste. I do more chores around the house, but it comes from a desire to serve… that’s it. When I can tell she’s had a day, and I give her one of her frequent foot rubs or pedicures, she can sense my intentions are true, not a disguise over an effort to get her in the mood. And the crazy thing about it, the almost paradoxical aspect of it, is that it more frequently does get her in the mood. I’m getting more of what I want, but it’s not because I’m wanting it. She’s hornier more, she has realized she can be selfish without expectation, without pressure. So she is. We’ve begun to fuel each other in a beautiful synergy. After one ruined orgasm recently, she instructed me to write her a one-page letter of apology. One paragraph from it says…

“*******, I can’t express enough how thankful I am for you. This dynamic between us, this recent chastity lifestyle we’ve built together under your guidance, isn’t about denial and physical restraint. It’s about devotion. I am letting go of control and allowing myself to fall into step with your rhythm. In so doing, I find myself freed from the frustrations I have historically created with my own expectations. This new version of us, this evolved dynamic between us, is your doing. The effort from me has almost entirely been in letting go. Because of this single shift, perhaps for the first time in the many years since I introduced chastity to you, it feels real. Even as I write this, there is an energy in me, a pleasant yet also nervous and excited churning in my body. One that belongs to you.“

This feels real. I implied before this chastity run had no finish line. That’s not entirely true. We may have another kid or two, and unforeseen obstacles are sure to come up. But I have this feeling we’ll always come back to it, finding it better than the last time. Eventually, the reasons for breaks will come to an end, and then the only finish lines left will be those in my wife’s hands. And I tremble at the thought of what she might do with them.

[K_J]

Wow, last night was… surprising. We’ve entered new territory in our relationship. First, let me back up a bit. We’re currently on a little trip with our kids. It’s been a nice week. Most especially my wife and my nightly “activities”.

It’s been ~3 weeks since I was let out for anything, not even a skin check. A little over 6 months now that I’ve been locked without orgasm. So leading up to this week, where she’d teased about giving me some attention, I was completely energized.

I unlocked for travel, and stayed unlocked until our first night together. Where she told me as long as I could stay in control of myself, I could feel her. We fucked slow and long. She’s only let me in her pussy maybe once or twice these past 6 months. It was glorious. Of course I wasn’t allowed an orgasm, but even more fun was that she didn’t orgasm either. I always love when she chooses to hold off for a day or two. It builds amazing energy between us. Once she’d had her fill, she told me to lock back up.

The 2nd night went a lot like our typical nights together at home. Me going down on her, which either leads to her orgasm or to her wanting something more. In this case, me wearing the strap-on. We’ve recently made the change(upgrade) from our Vixskin buck to the Solina XXL. If you’re a fauxing couple like ourselves, the Solina lineup is worth looking into. She loves it. She likes the texture better and that it looks more realistic. The XXL is too long for her, but the girth is just right. I’ve been learning what positions allow for more or less depth. So I fucked her hard and fast, and with the help of her we-vibe melt, she finished with a satisfying and strong orgasm.

The 3rd day was exhausting. Lots of bickering from the kids… all day long. We finally got them down that night, and she let me know playfully but sternly, not to get any ideas. Tonight was a veg night. This shift of tone with her is a big part of the evolving dynamic between us. She’s taken control. She knows I’m wound up and turned on by her almost constantly. She likes it… even when she’s not turned on herself. And now that she’s let go of any expectations to do something about my state. She lets me feel it. And enjoys it with a sly smile. Respectfully, because I would hate to lose the privilege, I’ll lightly touch her side, stomach, and ass as she goes off to sleep just about every night. This night followed suit.

And that’s the build-up to the 4th night of our trip. Which is last night. Where we crossed a threshold. I don’t know if I can call us a vanilla couple anymore. I always considered our relationship vanilla with just a dash of spice. "On the edge of vanilla" to steal the line from the great Tom Allen. And maybe we still are…? Certainly, anybody who saw us on the street would assume so. Just an average Midwestern couple that grew up religious(less so now) and has started a family. But now I’m not sure… I’ll stop delaying my story. Back to last night.

It started with a light massage on the couch. We’d been in a pool that day, so her skin was extra dry. I was working through the different areas of her body like usual, but this time when I got to massaging her hands, I began paying close attention to her fingers, almost fixating on them. In response, a churning sensation started to swell deep in me. Not arousal alone, it was mixed with a nervous, almost intimidated energy. I commented on what I was feeling and on the memories of what her skilled fingers are capable of inflicting. “What they’ll do to you tonight, you mean?” she responded. My heart was in my head, I was sure of it, pounding right next to my ears.

We went to the bedroom, which led to passionate kissing. She has the hex key to my Evotion Orion on a chain and started tickling my chest and stomach with it. Historically, she’s had me unlock myself, but tonight she wanted to do the honors. Once out, I quickly rinsed my bottom half in the shower and laid next to her.

My wife has recently discovered a new method of teasing. In the past, she would follow traditional edging techniques. Stroking with enough pressure to bring me to the edge, then stopping. Rinse and repeat over and over until I ruined or she quit in time to prevent it. Usually it was the former. Once she’s in my head, I have a bad tendency to ruin easily.

However, as of late, her touch has developed more of an excruciatingly light, near torturous grazing. Not “near” torture, it is torture. Exquisite of course, but in the moment, I can honestly say it’s almost too much for me, that I’ve gotten to the point where I’d want it to stop... almost. Which I didn’t think was possible for me. I imagine most men in chastity fall into the insatiable category, I count myself among them. But this… this is something new I’m experiencing. It’s so light and delicate that it provides no pleasure, just the need for it. A burning need that is all-consuming. Like a kettle without a release valve. Pressurized to bursting but unable to. And not just in a mental “I’m so horny” kind of way. It’s a physical sensation, borderline painful with need. One that she can continue fueling endlessly. And the fact that she’s gotten me to “almost” with this new skill of hers is terrifying. Because I have no doubt once she’s able(or chooses) to push me past “almost”, she’ll keep me on the other side of that line, relishing in her victory, in the way she’s finally conquered my insatiable appetite.

For perspective, the last time she did this to me, I was in such a frenzied state, so desperate for contact, that at one point all she did was squeeze my cock with 2 fingers to feel how hard I was. It was too much and I spasmed once, my cock “crying” a single drop of cum.

She began to apply her ministrations now. After nearly a month locked without the slightest release, combined with the build-up from the few nights prior. It didn’t take long to get me to that crazed version of myself. Beyond desperate for just the slightest increase in pressure. She kept me there for a while, enjoying herself, I could tell. She’d tucked the melt into her panties, and the combo was building her up. Deciding to give my cock a break, she switched to a visual tease. “Keep your hands off” she said, as she rolled onto her stomach, slipping her panties off, and then up onto her knees. With her melt in hand, she began building herself up in front of me. Slipping her long, skilled fingers between her lips. Uncertain if she’d meant for me to keep my hands off myself or off her, I asked if I could touch… “no” she replied in her abrupt, no-nonsense manner. “What about your feet?” I pleaded. “You can rub my feet.” Thankful, I shifted to my knees behind her and began to rub her soles. But this was my first mistake. Because on my knees, I can squeeze my legs together. And when I’m in this state mentally, that’s more than enough to tip me over the edge of a ruined. What truly sealed my fate, however, was when my wife instructed me to kiss her ass. Mouth only, still no touching with hands.

And now we come to the climax of last night’s story. Of this line we crossed that has forever changed my perspective of my wife. Of what our future might look like together. Desperate and trembling while kissing her ass, I began my sneaky stimulation. No hands, of course, but by tucking back and squeezing my cock between my legs, I could create the pleasure and contact I was so desperately craving. And shamefully, I did. Given my current mental and physical state, it didn’t take long. I pushed it a little too far, enough to tip over. “I’m ruining” I said in a panic. Out of habit, I laid my cock between her ass cheeks as it throbbed more than I deserved. It was a ruined orgasm, but stronger than I’d like. It leaked out like usual, not going far, and pooled at the top of her ass and between her cheeks. Above and over where my tongue had just been working. Where my wife wanted my tongue working still. I realized what this could lead to instantly. But I didn’t think for a second my wife would go down that path. It’s not something we’ve ever discussed before. Not a fantasy of mine, not even a little. This is my vanilla wife. Surely she wouldn’t… “Well, clean it up and keep going”. Holy shit… what? I was in shock. “Really?” I said. “Yes, really” she said with a laugh.

I’ll spare the details. Although many of you kinky bastards are into this kind of thing. Plenty aren’t. I’m not, or wasn’t… I don’t know now. There’s something about the memory that has me tingling. More to do with the fact my wife told me to, than the act itself, I think. In the moment, I can certainly say it was not enjoyable, but that I enjoyed being made to... maybe?

My wife laughed about it, making a joke about how now I can never complain about her lack of desire to let me cum in her mouth. Which has never been a complaint of mine. More importantly, not something she’s concerned about since I spend nearly all my time confined in this small black tube these days.

But there it is. The self-proclaimed threshold I feel we crossed. Now, to be clear, my wife didn’t force me to do this. Our relationship is very healthy. If I’d said I can’t do it… she would have teased me a bit about it im sure, but in the end, she would have been okay with that. We’ve never had an official “limit’s talk”. We have no safe word. Because to be honest, there just hasn’t been the need for one. There’s been nothing my “vanilla” wife would ever have an interest in that my kinky self wouldn’t be okay with. At least that’s been my thinking until now. But perhaps, just maybe, we should consider it. Because apparently, I have no idea what she’s capable of.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Wow! Isn’t it crazy how mind opening it is to cross those boundaries we never even thought of crossing?
I’m excited to see where you go together!

[Tongue+groove]

. Because apparently, I have no idea what she’s capable of.

I don’t think any of us do. Especially when it comes to a normally vanilla wife. My wife has started referring to it as the monster I have created in her.

Enjoy the ride.

[K_J]

Have you heard the question, “What’s the most important sex organ?” Probably. It’s a common enough question. The answer, if you haven’t heard, is your brain. Okay… I understand that answer. It's hard to argue against it since what good are your genitals with no brain? About as good as the rest of your body would be… not very. But I have to admit this answer hasn’t always landed for me. Maybe it was because I hadn’t given it enough thought. Or it’s because I’ve been a horny boy with an insatiable penis that’s sure felt like it ruled my brain most of my life. A recent experience, however, has begun to materialize the whole “brain” answer for me.

It started with a dice roll. A 20-sided dice, to be specific, that was rolled twice. 15 and 8. “Pick your number” she said, intentionally withholding their meaning. I didn’t even bother asking, I recognized the game she’d set up and was happy to participate. “15 please” I responded, wanting more of anything and everything. “You lucky boy, that’s 15 minutes of soft, delicate touches.” The excruciating kind that brings me to near tears with bursting. “It was that or 8 minutes of my mouth”. She said with a smile. Ah fuck, too late to pick the other now. If that was ever even a real choice. Considering she didn’t go down on me a lot before chastity, now that I’m in it, it happens about as often as the sun rises in the west. I’m convinced a soft and torturous edging was always my fate. Even still, I was excited to finally feel some stimulation on my 2nd most important sex organ.

She had me unlock, lie on my back next to her, and started the timer. Game time. I immediately felt the weight of that ticking clock. An urgency took over me. I was determined to extract every drop of pleasure from her touch. Her skilled fingers went to work. There was no gripping, no stroking, no lube or lotion. She was implementing her new skill. One that has yet to be named, but is most definitely deserving of one. In past posts, I’ve called it her “ministrations”. It’s a touch so gentle and light it’d make a feather jealous. And she’s learned to not push it past that. No matter how my body responds, she keep's it soft. Quite a different experience than just being brought to the edge repeatedly. It’s painful. I love it.

This time, however, this teasing of hers was in direct opposition to my will. To my determination for pleasure. And I was winning. I pulled out all of my tricks. Squeezing my legs together, humping the air, saying all the things that turn me on, all while focusing my mind on the horniness of my situation. On the fact my wife owns my pleasure. That I’m helpless in her hands and more and more submissive to her desires with each passing month she keeps me locked in this plastic tube. I crave it and love it. But this time, I wanted more.

Now, based on the setup, you may be making some assumptions about the point I’m trying to make. It’s okay if you are. But if that assumption is that my brain had the power to overcome the lack of physical contact to my penis... you’re off course. Certainly, that is an argument that can be made for the power of the brain. Even one I’ve experienced before, ruining from just squeezing my legs together when horny enough. This time, however, my experience was entirely the opposite.

Suddenly, I felt fake. Like all the things I was doing were forced. And weren’t they? How could I claim to be submitting to my wife’s desires when I was selfishly seeking more than she intended for me to have? I felt a quiet take over my mind. A control of my emotions settle. And then, much to my concern, my cock went soft. My cock, that hadn’t had a real orgasm in over half a year… that hadn’t had a ruined orgasm in weeks… that hadn’t felt a single finger stroke’s worth of contact in quite some time… went soft.

At first, I worried. Would my wife think she wasn’t doing a good job as my keyholder? Certainly in the past she would have. But our chastity dynamic has evolved so much since then. Immediately, I expressed my thinking. I confessed my fraudulence. I shared how I felt there was a difference between getting in my own head and letting her get in my head. If I was to lose control, I wanted it to be her doing. Her will.

My wife’s response perfectly reflects the growth we’ve made both together and as individuals. First, her touch didn’t change, she kept it soft and delicate just as she promised. My now flaccid penis didn’t faze her a bit. In fact, in her demeanor, I saw pride. And she expressed it. Thanking me for my submissiveness. She said how proud she was of me. I swelled. Not my cock, my heart. I felt like a loyal, devoted servant. A knight praised by his queen.

I continued to lie still, my mind now in control. And then, a familiar churning in my belly. Unforced and natural. That sensation spread, first up my chest then down into my now stiffening cock. I felt relaxed, yet at the same time increasingly aroused. In no time, I was hard as a rock. Desperate for contact. And just as I reached that point, where my need had begun, the timer rang. I cried out in pleasure as she playfully gave one hard stroke, and then turned away. Leaving me trembling, a puddle in her hands.

And there lies the lesson. By sacrificing my desires, giving up my pleasure, I realized the truth. I don’t just want my wife controlling my cock. Because cocks are second-rate sex organs. She deserves the top. The most important part of my body, my brain. Which of course is more than an organ; it’s me. And she’s taken it.

I am hers.

[Chosen_Jackal]

This is beautifully written and I recognize much of my own thoughts and experiences in what you describe here.
Giving in to the experience instead of forcing an outcome.
The feeling of relearning how your body responds and accepting that it has changed in ways you have no control over.
It’s a beautiful journey.

[Tongue+groove]

. It’s a beautiful journey.

Yes it is !

[K_J]

Since my last post, where I made a ground breaking realization about the power of my brain, my wife has been further exploring this newest evolution of mine, specifically her level of control over it.

That realization, if you didn’t read my novel (no judgment, I know I’m wordy), is that there is a distinct difference between getting in my own head, forcing the horniness I crave and allowing it to build organically.

Since then, our chastity dynamic has felt more genuine, my reactions more sincere. Not that it was shallow before, just that now it feels more… mature maybe?

My first example of this claim came several days after the teasing session I last wrote about. The one where my penis went totally flaccid.

“You’ve been so good lately love, I’m proud of you” my wife whispered in my ear one morning. “I think you deserve a reward.” My heart rate quickened. “Tonight I’m thinking I’ll tie you down and give you a long teasing session. You won’t be cumming, not even a ruined, but I want to show my appreciation”.

I instantly felt the strain, followed later by the damp spot in my boxers. This is a rare treat indeed. We’re not a bdsm couple. The handful of times we tried anything bondage related was her indulging me. It was always light and playful. Even still, she hasn’t been the driving force behind it…probably ever. You can imagine my reaction.

I didn’t get home from work until around 8:30pm. Normal for my job. I walked into the bedroom and found her, a sly smile on her face. God she’s beautiful. Just the memory of her as I write this is creating a stir in me. She’s really falling into her dominance gracefully. Her confidence comes natural and easy now.

In the past, she and I would have felt pressure on a night like this. Expectations on both ends. Now there were none. After unlocking and a quick shower I joined her in bed.

She began to secure me. Nothing elaborate. Both arms above my head, my legs spread as wide as my inflexible hips permitted. She wanted me comfortable, but made it clear she didn’t want my thighs capable of touching.

Once I was restrained to her liking, she kissed me passionately, followed by a trailing of her nails down my under arms. I tugged against her work with a laugh as she tickled. “Just need to perform a few tests” she said with grin.

“Tell me when you’re close to an orgasm early. We’re not taking any chances tonight.” Then she began her fun. Enjoying the power she holds, she toyed with me. Soft grazing along my body. Circling my hard cock. Not rock hard, but hard. An important distinction.

In time, she slowly started increasing the pleasure she was administering. Her hot breath against me was intoxicating. I felt her tongue lick and flick as her mouth gently kissed the sensitive spots she’s discovered. Spots completely inaccessible while confined in my cage.

Soon she was stroking, finally allowing the intensity of lube. In contrast to the ministrations of her past few teases, where all she allowed was dry, torturously soft touching, the lube was taking me to incredible places.

She cycled through varying amounts of pressure, stroking patterns, soft touches along my stomach and chest. Stealing a kiss on occasion. Winding me up, before letting me settle back down. Never too much, for fear of risking an accident. All together, she played with me for nearly an hour before rolling onto her back, we vibe melt in hand, to climax while I watched. Still tightly bound beside her.

Now, I’ve left out an important detail about this night. One that changed the whole feel of our time together.

She had asked me to maintain control.

I have no idea if she intended to test my growth from what I learned during “the flaccid penis” event. But I personally felt committed to passing her test, regardless of it being intentional or not.

So I maintained control. Which meant I didn’t beg and plead in an effort to feel extra horny. I didn’t pry with questions of how long she’d deny me. No probing, fishing, or searching for ways to get in my head. Nothing was forced. While she touched softly, my cock would relax. The second it felt her firm touch it’d spring back to life. Neither of us worried about it. We talked casually. Playfully, like friends. Best friends.

My cock never reached that rock hard, color changing level. But as a result, my stamina was as good as it’s ever been. Even before chastity I would consider myself a pre- mature ejaculator. So the fact I was able to endure close to an hour of touching was miraculous to me. All because she had instructed me to maintain control.

“I’m impressed baby. You did so good tonight, let’s get you untied so you can lock back up.”

Mission accomplished. Historically, I would say my chances of ruining on a night like this were 95%. I would get in my head, push things as far as possible, wanting to be right on the edge of cumming. And almost inevitably I would tip over.

But she asked me not to. So it was my obligation, no, my privilege, as her submissive husband to listen. Beyond that night, I feel I’ve maintained that control going forward the last several days. That is until yesterday…

“I want you horny and desperate beyond belief, I’ll tell you when I want you in control again.” She said.