[Chosen_Jackal] Pinch me, is this really happening?

[Chosen_Jackal]

Let me tell you guys! It’s interesting, I’ll leave it at that

[Chosen_Jackal]

Red hasn’t been feeling well lately for a number of reasons.
None of them serious in themselves, but added together means there hasn’t been much time or opportunity for us to be intimate.
I’ve reassured her that while there’s nothing I want more than to sink between her legs and give her every ounce of energy I have into her pleasure, I will wait however long it takes for her to be comfortable again.

It’s not like I have a choice anyway.
She has the key to the cage around my cock.
But it’s more than just that.
It’s easy, or at least easier, to be in chastity when I get to have regular intimacy with her, but I think it’s times like these that shows the true beauty of chastity.
She can’t be intimate right now, so I can’t either.
I wait.
I hold my desire.
And I’m ready for her when she’s feeling better.

I wake up every morning, straining against the cage.
My cock tries to grow to its full size, as if it never learns how futile that is.
But I’m not frustrated or angry about it.
I enjoy feeling the cage constrict me, reminding me that I’m still alive down there and that it’s there to be used when Red is ready.

I’ve also grown to love how it looks in the cage.
Red sometimes compares it to a caged beast.
While I would never think so highly of myself to compare it to a wild beast, I get what Red means.
The way it presses against the bars holds a promise of potential that yearns to be unleashed.

So while I dearly wish that Red felt better I find solace in staying locked for her.
I will be here for her in every other way she needs, and when the day comes that she needs me for pleasure again, I’ll be more than ready.

[Tongue+groove]

There’s a meme caption out there that says “it’s not chastity until you want out”. Personally I think it’s not chastity until you pass the point of wanting out and you get to the point where you’re last post says you’re at.

The point where you patiently wait for her to feel better and in the meantime you desire to tend to her physical health and needs.

This is the place where your commitment runs to the core of your being.

It’s interesting how in the old days the old me in this similar situation would have waited for the opportunity to have a wank. I see now that it should have been called a selfish, self serving, pity party wank.

It sounds like you have found yourself and a safe place to be, in service to Miss Red.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Something has definitely shifted inside me.

I think it’s got a lot to do with me seeing my sexuality as grounded in Red more than myself.
I feel the feels and I have desires, but they’d be almost meaningless if I were to seek relief on my own.

When I really dive into the deeper meanings of my relationship to Red I get scared if I’m being honest. Not that I belive we will ever leave each other, but if that were to happen then I don’t see how I could invest so much of myself in another person again.
It’s like I’m throwing all my eggs into one basket. Isn’t that an expression you guys use?

[Tongue+groove]

It’s like I’m throwing all my eggs into one basket. Isn’t that an expression you guys use?

Yes apparently we have and use quite a lot of idioms. Mrs. G spent a few weeks in Europe many years ago teaching the meanings behind idioms. I was surprised to learn that many of our idioms were unique and not understood common language.

Again I am learning about different cultures on this forum.

And as for putting all your eggs in on basket with the one you love, that’s quite acceptable. Myself I don’t plan to collect any eggs from another hen anyway.

[Chosen_Jackal]

It’s the little things that makes it all worthwhile.

I was relaxing on the couch when Red suddenly walked over to me, gripped my throat one hand and kissed me.
Deep.
Long.
When she let go of my throat she squeezed my cage through my pants.
I love that woman!

[Chosen_Jackal]

I don’t even know how to describe last night. Red didn’t just tease me, she claimed me. Slowly. Expertly. She sucked me with such focus, such deliberate control, that I could barely breathe. I lay there, trembling, lying on my hands like she told me, completely under her command. She took me to the very edge again and again, never letting me tip over. And somehow… that was exactly what I needed.

It wasn’t just the sensation. It was her presence. Her power. The way she moved through the moment with complete confidence, kissing me with her hand on my throat, claiming every part of me. That version of Red, the one who owns the room, who knows exactly how much I’m craving her control, is so insanely sexy.
It’s beyond words.
It’s like watching the woman I love become a queen in real time, and knowing that I get to kneel for her.

She made herself come with the vibrator while I watched, aching, helpless. And when she was done, without skipping a beat, she told me to lock back up. Just like that. No reward. No softness. Just a reminder that my cock doesn’t belong to me anymore.
My pleasure isn’t mine to claim.
She decides.
And I was grateful.
I still am.

This morning I woke up buzzing. That’s the only word that fits. My whole body is filled with this restless, aching energy. I’m so fucking horny I can barely think.
But more than that, I want to stay here.
I want her to edge me again and again, to make this feeling even more intense.
I want her to look me in the eye while I’m shaking with need and say, “That was your last orgasm.”
I want her to own my body and my need with that same calm confidence she showed last night.

I know this probably sounds crazy to some people. But it’s not about the kink. Not really. It’s about love. Devotion. Being seen and used and owned by the woman I adore. Feeling her power deepen while I surrender more fully, more willingly, more completely than I ever thought I could.

There are men who treat chastity like a game. For me, it’s a form of worship. And today, every breath I take in this aching, locked-up state feels like a prayer to her.

Red, if you read this.
Thank you!
You’re becoming something extraordinary. And I’ll never stop choosing you.

[Tongue+groove]

. I know this probably sounds crazy to some people. But it’s not about the kink. Not really. It’s about love. Devotion. Being seen and used and owned by the woman I adore. Feeling her power deepen while I surrender more fully, more willingly, more completely than I ever thought I could.

I find this inspiring. I’ve been questioning things lately and have wandered if I still need the device itself in order to maintain this position.

[Chosen_Jackal]

For me the device is absolutely essential. I know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from masturbating the way I’m feeling today.
Maybe I’ll get there one day, but I need the cage for now.

It also helps immensely that I enjoy everything about wearing it. The way I press against it, the snugness. The feeling of being kept for her.

[Tongue+groove]

I won’t argue one bit about how I feel wearing it. I’m with you 100 percent on that. I guess in some ways I would like to know if I have actually conquered my wanking habit. In other ways I couldn’t deal with failing the test. But is that fear of failure enough to keep me on track? Shouldn’t my love and devotion do that for me?

I’m just a little confused at the moment. Some of it is due to last night’s events. I’m sure my head will work itself out.

Like I said your post helped inspire me.