Tongue+groove wrote: ↑Fri Apr 18, 2025 11:58 am
Do it like you would if you were desperate. Use your own spit.
Once again doing as instructed and her continuing to whisper in my ear phrases and questions such as.
That’s it show me how you masturbate. Do you like touching yourself? Does your cock feel good in your hand? When was the last time you stroked yourself? How hard does it feel?
The last time you made me was all I could say. At which point I stopped to savor the moment.
She continued, don’t stop, cum for me, cum for me now, I want to see it cum. Do it now.
At which point she bit my nipple so hard I thought she bit it off and I erupted. She says, good job warmup day one is now complete.
It’s not satisfying, it’s always rushed, there’s never an opportunity to savor the edge, it’s almost savage like.
Yes I have found my wife likes this as well. I am starting to believe that it's a "thing" for the opposite sex, to be able to make us cum on command and if not as quickly as possible.
Which is so WILD because it is so counter productive to the notion that a man needs to last as long as possible to pleasure a woman.
My Wife is teasing me about keeping me locked up so long (6 months) that I cum simply from Her removing the steel cage in a very teasing way that She does.
Some snippets of recent conversations with Mrs. G. She has started bringing things up at random that she knows will get me worked up.
Not sure how it came up but one conversation went something like.
Her: you know you’re never going to get to fuck me from behind again.
Me: but, that’s my favorite, you have such a fine ass and I thought you liked it too.
Her: No, not really. You just don’t hit the right spot like that.
Me: but we used to do it like that all the time.
Her: that’s because you like it and I like making you happy. But now that I don’t have obligation sex anymore your going to do it the way I want it. And does it really matter anyway since I prefer your tongue over your dick.
All I could do was stare in shock. Then as she left the room she says. After all no more pussy than you’re getting anymore you’ll be glad to get it in any position.
I remembered this conversation when earlier today I was admiring her ass as she was working on all fours in her garden. I started dripping at the thought of her denying me one of my favorites.
Another incident today while eating lunch on the porch and watching her chickens.
Her: can you believe that rooster. He finds a bug or something then he does a fancy dance and starts smooth clucking and the first chicken to run to him gets nailed. Will they ever learn?
Me: sounds kinda familiar.
Her: that’s my point. All a guy thinks he has to do is feed us and sweet talk us and we’ll put out.
Me: yup, wine ‘‘em dine ‘em and sixtynine ‘em. Sounds like a plan to me.
Her: and how much pussy do you get these days?
How does she set me up like this. Usually it’s me that twists the conversation.
Then last night I laid down in bed facing my nightstand. She comes in to undress for her shower. Without saying a word and staring intently into my eyes, she strips her belt off and very confidently coils it up and places it on my nightstand. Then she simply turns to leave for her shower, the rest of her clothes were removed in the bathroom.
I’m thinking the belt has a new home.
She sure keeps it interesting. Which makes for a good life.
What an exhausting day yesterday was. A two hour drive to the grandkids turned into three because of the rain. 5 hours on the road for a four hour visit. I love my son and his family but the boys are entering their teens and the attitudes are atrocious. To think I use to deal with this every day as an educator. On the way home Mrs. G reminded me of what we dealt with when raising our own children at this age. She was right as usual, this season will pass.
The bottom line is, how in the world could you manage chastity through it all. I read where some on here do though. You have my utmost respect and sympathy.
Came home to two weeks of flood recovery nearly washed away again. More coming tonight. Oh the joy of starting all over again.
Hey at least we’re warm and dry with no teenagers in the house.
. I hope the storms and rain doesn’t do too much damage.
You sure have a lot of bad weather over there.
It has been an unusually active spring. I think more than anything it has been a late spring. Usually by now the worst is over.
What I’ve noticed most about the flooding is the level of runoff for the amount of rain we’ve had. I’m confident that the last 4 years of drought that we had is a major factor. There’s just not enough vegetation to slow the runoff. I have only cut my grass once so far this year, usually I can’t keep up this time of year. So much of my grass / pasture burned up and died last fall and still hasn’t recovered.
Chastity with teenagers (I have two a boy and a girl) in the home is very difficult to manage at times. I can certainly attest. It will be easier once we are empty-nesters.
Things took a slightly different turn to the past last night. It was storming yet again and we were both a little on edge, waiting and watching to see if we would again retreat to the basement.
It seemed as if all would pass by with no real alarm so we headed to bed. She still had a tense feeling about her, so I took a chance, and took control. Essentially I all but attacked her like the old days. Kissing her deeply touching her everywhere, running my hands inside her clothes. I had a desire to make her feel safe and wanted. I started peeling her clothes off like a raging teenager.
Then she commented on how much she enjoyed being “taken” by “her” man. How much she needed to be desired. This about made me explode. When I went down on her she apologized for having taken such a quick shower because of the incoming storm, and hadn’t taken special effort to be ready for this. I assured her that it was her as her that I wanted, and that I “wanted “ her.
She was about to have her first o when the weather radio went off. I left the room to check it. There was a tornado on the ground. But, it was 10 miles south and heading east.
When I returned I assured her we were safe and I went back to work. She immediately erupted, She came hard one o after another. I was soaked and neither one of us could get enough. The cage strain was becoming extremely painful, worse than ever before, I felt like it would hurt me and not in a good way.
With permission I removed it and went back to work on her. This time the orgasm was one of those leg shaking body tensing ones. She had one knee wrapped behind my head pulling me in. I was trapped and loving it, I felt every vibration of her body.
There was so much energy in the air. The storm, the pounding rain, her needing to be ravished by a man in control. My cock straining such that my skin hurt, it was so tight.
I lightly touched her entrance with the tip and she had another one, it was mild and inviting. Then music to my ears. Go slow and no cuming.
Oh the excitement of her wanting to be “taken “ but still in control of me.
As I slowly entered she gasped for breath. When I was nearly fully in she put her hands on me and pushed back. A second attempt and I was there all the way in, but only for a moment she resisted again and said something every man craves but I struggle with.
It’s too big, please no more. And I collapsed beside her just holding her.
Since chastity has become our life I have learned how much she has sacrificed for us in the sex department. The things she has done for my pleasure and not hers is sobering. One of them is how uncomfortable I can be to her.
As I spooned her with my erection nestled against her.
I’m sorry.
Sorry for what.
That sometimes you’re too much for me to take in.
I’m sorry that you feel like you have to when you can’t.
Are you ok with this, you know not getting to finish and all?
Yes I am, I love you too much to not be.
I woke later to find that I had either remained hard or was having nocturnal wood. This awakening would happen a few times throughout the night. Still unlocked at the moment and wondering if I can get back in. In The old days I would have finished myself, rolled over and gone to sleep. It’s different now and difficult to explain. It’s like I can’t get enough of her.
I’m now in a headspace of do I still need the cage? I prefer to wear it, but why? Does she want it? For some reason I need this continuous affirmation from her. Hopefully time will tell. We’re on The road again today, hopefully we will talk about it. Only if she brings it up.
Confused or not it’s still a good life.
Time to lockup.
Something is brewing with her. I’m not sure what it is. I just know that I need a good old fashioned punishment that leaves marks. I am trying to avoid topping from the bottom. But my oh my how I need a good ole fashioned bruising that lasts for days.
Tongue+groove wrote: ↑Tue Apr 22, 2025 6:39 pm
Something is brewing with her. I’m not sure what it is. I just know that I need a good old fashioned punishment that leaves marks. I am trying to avoid topping from the bottom. But my oh my how I need a good ole fashioned bruising that lasts for days.
I know that feeling! The itch was scratched several times today and now I sit gingerly
