[KeyheldHubby] My Chastity Story - A Long Time "Cumming"

[KeyheldHubby]

Got home from my domestic business trip at about 6:15 yesterday evening, and even before I had time to take my bag upstairs to unpack, my wife sauntered up to me, put her head next to mine, and whispered to me that I should immediately go put my cage on.

Instant erection.

Took my bag upstairs and put it on the bed, got my Jailbird out of my nightstand, went into the bathroom, dropped trousers, and put it on. A slight bit of a challenge getting the base ring on as I was aroused, but with the assistance of a bit of lotion, I finally got it done. Getting the cage on was a bit more of a challenge and took a bit more time, but finally got it safely in place. Threaded the lock through the holes in the cage and base-ring pin, and clicked it shut.

Then and only then did I unpack and get the dirty laundry in the laundry basket.

Came down a few minutes later as Mrs. KHH was getting ready to go out to pick up some pizza from our favorite place for #4 son's birthday. #2 son and his fiancee were also supposed to come over for the celebration, and #3 son was already gone to work. As she got ready to walk out the door, Mrs. KHH surrepticiously walked in front of me, groped my crotch to confirm that I was - in fact - caged, nodded slightly, cleared her throat while glancing at me, and walked out.

Such a non-sexual thing to do, but it drove me crazy with arousal.

Nothing happened last night other than a little bit of caressing of her breasts while she read. Mrs. KHH is in the last few days of her period and hasn't been feeling well at all. She's going through the throes of menopause, and her period is incredibly irregular where it was once so regular you could have used it as the international time standard in place of the Cesium clock at the Naval Obervatory. Drives her crazy. Plus, she has all the other weird symptoms of menopause - hot flashes, fatigue, achiness, et al. But she's a real trooper and I love her to death. I offer backrubs and "full body" rubs whenever I can, and she sometimes takes me up on them. Not always, but sometimes. I swear, massaging and caressing her from head to toe for an hour does as much for me as it does for her, and it's nice knowing that with me in chastity it doesn't have to go any further (my oh my, that sounded very "Devotional Sex"-like of me, didn't it??).

Any way, I'm home for three nights, then off to South America for a week or so. Don't know if anything will happen between now and when I'm off. It might, it might not. That's Mrs. KHH's decision. But I'm feelng pretty romantic right now, so one way or the other, SHE'S going to get plenty of loving.

I was scanning through some of the threads on this forum, and that's what drove me to post today. Don't know why, but it seemed like every thread I looked like had a theme of "what's the longest you've ever been locked-up" or something related. For me it makes interesting reading, but I already know that I'll never be locked up longer than 3 weeks or so due to my South American project that has me travelling there for a week every month.

But I think that even if I weren't travelling there so often, I wouldn't be locked up for really long periods. Not that I have any control over it, but it's just a feeling. That's not the kind of journey Mrs. KHH and I are on. She's about as vanilla as they come, and keeping me locked up injects a sort of "thrill" into our otherwise pretty ordinary lives. Having me locked-up is a constant reminder of her control over me. She's always had me under her emotional control, but in a way, this gives her physical control as well. Plus it's just FUN!

Some of (very reserved) teasing she subjects me to is simultaneously amusing and incredibly arousing. Playful? Absolutely. Spicy? You betcha. Maybe that's the right word to describe our journey in fact - SPICY. 'Cause that's what chastity is adding for us - a bit of habanero to the salsa.

With that said, why do I even have my "numbers tracker" at the end of the post these days? Seems a bit contradictory... No really compelling reason other than it keeps my curiousity sated and because as an engineer (as many other posters are, methinks) I'm a bit anally retentive. Or perhaps I'm doing it so I can keep a running tally of "average cost per day in chastity" to ensure I'm getting a good ROI on my Jailbird investment (Woo Hoo - I'm down to $5.92 per day as of today)

Cheers, All.

And the numbers:
Last O - Saturday, March 23.
JB continuous wear since - March 24.
Total days of JB Ownership: 72.
Total days caged: 49.

[Atone]

That's not the kind of journey Mrs. KHH and I are on.

And that is what it is all about. Glad you are having fun.

[KeyheldHubby]

Whew...

Back from South America. It's always weird when I travel from a place where it's 85, sunny, and humid back to the cool / cold weather of the mid atlantic region.

I was out of my cage for a few days while I was in Houston for a trip, then back in for about three days over the weekend, then out again for an entire work week while I was in South America. Mrs. KHH was out when I got home from my SA trip, which was probably good because I was stinking to high heaven after almost 24 hours in airports and airplanes. It was very unusual because I had to take a completely weird return itinerary due to full flights when I made my trip plans. Instead of a "straight line" return, I had to take what amounted to a great circle - more than doubling the distance. I also had to spend the better part of 11 hours in layovers. Never comfortable, and I really hate hanging around in airports, especially when I'm tired. In contrast to my trip down however, I was at least able to get some sleep on the flights on the way back so I wasn't completely wasted.

So on my arrival home, I got unpacked and jumped in the shower right away. Except that I put on my cage first. Without even thinking, I put it on because I knew in the back of my mind that if I jumped in the shower uncaged, my hand would immediately go to my penis and an unauthorized orgasm would result.

Kind of pavlovian, I think... Lot sof relaxing, hot water running over my body, uncaged, lots of slippery stuff readily available... you figure it out.

So I got cleaned up while successfully preserving my virtue.

Mama got home with daughter from sporting event and we had dinner.

Nothing afterwards because I was ready to crash. She was downstairs reading or doing something, I went to bed at 9:30, read for perhaps 10 minutes, and I was out like a light.

Woke up Saturday morning feeling completely refreshed, internal batteries complete recharged, and ready to go. I got lots of little things done during the day, and even had time to read for a while during the day - something the I really love to do but rarely have time to.

Mrs. KHH and I had plans to go out on a date on Saturday night. Nothing really complex, just a relaxing dinner and a movie away from the kids. We left at 5:30 for dinner, to allow plenty of time to travel, eat, and relax before the 8:00 movie. Restaurant was crowded a bit, but nothing too bad. I don't get out to restaurants in the US very much (really folks, the LAST thing I want to do when I get home from a business trip - eating in restaurants every night, is to GO OUT to a restaurant), and was struck by how noisy it was. Of course it was Saturday night, and there were lots of families there.

During the dinner, I was reminded several times that I was caged as I got little "tweaks" as I shifted in my chair while eating. But it was so nice being able to look across the table at my wife - without the kids there! I kept thinking to myself "got to do this more often."

Finished dinner in plenty of time and walked around outside. A bit cool, but conveniently the restaurant is very close (like 100 yards) from the theater. We had plenty of time, so it was just nice to chill.

Got into the theater plenty early. Mrs. KHH got the tickets online ahead of time, so we had lo line to worry about. In fact, the theater folks were finishing cleaning up the theater from the previous movie showing so we had to queue up for a short time outside the theater door. The movie we watched was the remake of Jurassic Park, but in 3D and on an IMax screen. Having seen the original, and having been very impressed with it at the time, I can say I DON"T recommend the remake. 3D didn't do anything to improve the movie in my opinion. Of course, maybe that's because I've seen it so many times over the years that there was no surprise waiting for me around the next corner...

We got home after the movie at about 10:30.

When we were all cleaned up and in bed, Mrs. KHH opened her Kindle to read, and I immediately asked her "is there something I can do for you while you read?" Her affirmative response and rolling onto her back was my cue to prepare for some oral loving.

No, I'm NOT going to go into great detail about our exploits over the next hour and a half other than to say that I enjoyed myself thoroughly, and Mrs. KHH did too. You'll be able to gather from the numbers at the end that there was no resultant O for me, and I never got out of my cage. But Mama slept very, very well when all was said and done, and that, my friends was reward enough for me.

And the numbers:
Last O - Saturday, March 23.
JB continuous wear since - April 5.
Total days of JB Ownership: 80.
Total days caged: 52.

[KeyheldHubby]

No prurient tales of monkey sex in this post...

Last night I got really horny. Mrs. KHH was asleep when I came upstairs to bed, after a wonderful family dinner. Son #2 and his fiancee came over, we had grilled hamburgers and lots of "barbeque" sides to go along with them. A great time was had by all. The kids (6 including my son's fiancee - and it's sometimes hard to think of a 25-year old as a "kid") played board games after dinner.

I dozed a bit, but woke up after midnight feeling incredibly horny. Woke up Mrs. KHH and we ended up having a beautiful lovemaking session.

I woke up this morning, took a shower, and without even thinking about it put on and locked my chastity cage again.

I've been thinking about that ever since....

What is it that is so powerful that it can completely overwhelm my otherwise fully analytical and logical psyche to get me to lock my penis up in a stainless steel cage with nary a thought? In many ways, it's like an addiction I suppose (never tried drugs, very moderate alcohol user, non-smoker, so I guess my description of the feeling as an "addiction" is based on my reading of what addictions are like...). Frankly, I feel "at ease" and less stressed when I'm caged. Strange, that. No intellectually valid reason for the reduction in stress. Never cheated, never wanted to. I've only got eyes for my wife. Not really even interested in porn - seems to get old quickly.

When Mrs. KHH unlocked me last night, I was very, very tempted to BEG her to NOT unlock me. How bizarre is that?

I crave orgasms with her, but at the same time I crave not being able to orgasm. Being pulled in two opposing directions is a bit disconcerting.

Don't get me wrong, I love the feeling of the cage against my skin, and the feeling of pressure when I get aroused but am unable to attain an erection greater than two inches. I absolutely love it when my wife leans over at night and teases my skin with her fingertips. But the feeling of having an orgasm....

But how does that explain the desire for denial versus the desire to orgasm? Maybe one half of the scale is driven by biological urges while the other is emotionally driven?

I've read many of Sarah Jameson's eMail notes (yes, I'm subscribed to them but have never bought anything). She talks a lot about men craving denial, but (at least in the free notes) doesn't explain further. Maybe she explains further in her books and paid literature - don't know, don't care to find out.

As part of my journey with my wife, I think I'm going to have to explore further - to try to figure this out for myself. Glad I've got such an understanding and thoughtful wife.

The chastity esperience is thoroughly enjoyable, but "inquiring minds want to know..."

Sitting here as we speak, locked in my Jailbird, and pondering.

And I don't think I'm alone.

It's easy to just "go with the flow" and accept it - no harm, and my wife and I are doing something that we both manifestly enjoy, but I really want to understand what's going on in my head.

Is that so wrong or unusual?

If I come to any earth shattering conclusions, you can rest assured I'll share them!

Cheers,

And the numbers:
Last O - Sunday, April 7.
JB continuous wear since - April 8.
Total days of JB Ownership: 81.
Total days caged: 52.

[locked4her55]

When Mrs. KHH unlocked me last night, I was very, very tempted to BEG her to NOT unlock me. How bizarre is that?

I crave orgasms with her, but at the same time I crave not being able to orgasm. Being pulled in two opposing directions is a bit disconcerting.

I feel the same way.

One night I did tell my wife that for me it's like being on a diet. You are tempted and eat a piece of cake after dinner but shortly after you finish it you feel let down that you gave into temptation.

[KeyheldHubby]

Reflecting some more on the dichotomy of craving chastity but also craving orgasm.

There are many factors flying around inside my head that I THINK could be impacting my thinking:
- My desire to give everything I am and have to my loving wife, and most importantly to give her that which is a tangible manifestation of my love and sacrifice for her.
- My desire to ensure she understands completely and intuitively my willingness and intent to focus my attention on her pleasure instead of my own.
- Simple masochism and submissiveness (but I don't consider my self particularly masochistic, and in my day-to-day life I am considered a pretty aggressive and outgoing sort of guy with a type "A" personality ...).
- The arousal and happiness I feel in "giving up control."
- The physical feeling of the Jailbird surrounding my penis is really nice most of the time (of course when I begin getting an erection some of that "niceness" goes away pretty quickly!).
- The "closeness" and excitement I feel with my wife when she randomly unlocks my cage and begins playing with me.
- The anticipation and undertainty of not knowing what will happen whenever we're around each other (not just at night when we're in bed). Will she just roll over and go to sleep? Will she play with me for a while, then tell me to get locked up again? Will she go further? Where will it end? WILL it end??

And many more.

I like thinking about this.

I read posts on this board just about every day, even though I don't offer my own updates or responses that often. I don't know if others do this, but I really reflect on what people are saying, and try - in my own mind - to "read between the lines" of what they're saying.

The feelings I feel are very hard to describe, maybe because I've not grown up trying to articulate them and am inexperienced in that regard. But they're nice, if somewhat tumultuous at times!

I read Locked4her55's response to my post immediately before this one and found it somewhat humorous, because it's certainly true. The diet analogy is a good one. The simple description of temptation and let-down / guilt in that response succinctly describes many of my feelings.

But not all of them...

And the numbers:
Last O - Sunday, April 7.
JB continuous wear since - April 8.
Total days of JB Ownership: 83.
Total days caged: 54.

[KeyheldHubby]

It's been a little bit less than a week since my last post and Mrs. KHH and I have had a full weekend that has passed since then.

We played for about two hours on Friday night, and about an hour on Saturday night, but during the day on Saturday she told me that she was having her period. She was a bit frustrated because her periods have been very irregular for the past few months. She might go for six or even eight weeks with nothing, then either have a period that lasts a lot longer than normal or only have two weeks between periods - or some combination thereof.

But Friday night was awesome!

While I was not permitted to cum, we enjoyed lots of oral (me pleasuring her) and some strap-on (also me pleasuring her). Interestingly, she told me that she prefers the SHORTER dildo that came with our Vac-u-Lock harness! We have one that's about 7-1/2 inches long, and one that's about 6 inches long. Mrs. KHH told me previously that she didn't really like the longer dildo, and I suggested that we try the shorter one to see if she preferred it more. Once we got started, she let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted the shorter one and only the shorter one. They're the same diameter, the only difference is in the length.

For me, the real joy was having the privilege of going down on her for what seemed like ages. Of the two hours we spent playing on Friday night, more than half of the time was spent with my head between her thighs, just licking gently and thoroughly. I guess my intent was to try to make it last as long as possible (selfishly, I guess because I love doing it so much) and not to try to get her to orgasm. I've told you previously how sensitive she gets when she cums, and the last thing she wants after her orgasm is for me to keep licking her, regardless of how gentle I am with my tongue.

But now I'm denied again while her period runs its course. Given our ages, she suggested to me that her irregular periods are due to her approaching menopause. Sounds reasonable to me, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

When the Jailbird first arrived, Mrs. KHH was reluctant to keep me locked up for more than a day or two. She would verbally tell me that she wanted me to sleep without it. After a month or so, the "reluctance period" became a week. In a previous post, I recounted how she took a trip to her mother's for 9 days. At the time, I think that was the longest I had been locked in the Jailbird, and she unlocked me pretty quickly when she got home. Now I think she's comfortable keeping me locked up for longer periods. During this stretch, I've already been locked up for 7 straight days, and given her period it's highly likely that I'll be locked up for a lot longer.

I have to say that I think the "novelty" of the Jailbird has worn off, and she's quite comfortable keeping me locked up for as long as she wants. I would say that I think she doesn't even think about it during the day, but I know that's not really true. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she came to me one morning when I was reading the paper in the kitchen and showed me a new, dainty necklace with a key on it - which I instantly recognized as the key to the new lock on my Jailbird. Speaking of locks, she also replaced the boxy Master lock I had previously with a new, brilliantly shiny, heart-shaped lock. Given the geometry of the pin and cage, the lock still has to fit in sideways, but yes, I'm wearing a Jailbird chastity cage that is secured with a heart-shaped lock.

Hmmm....

No more revelations about my chastity versus orgasm conundrum. I'm still thinking about it.

Meanwhile I continue perusing the forum pretty much every day, and reading with interest all the new posts. The longest possible time I'll be in chastity (given my 7 current days) is 27 days because of my next scheduled trip to South America. I don't necessarily HOPE to be locked up for that long, but the decision is out of my hands - as WE want it.

And the numbers:
Last O - Sunday, April 7.
JB continuous wear since - April 8.
Total days of JB Ownership: 88.
Total days caged: 59.

[KeyheldHubby]

Some background, and a question for the members:

I LOVE going down on Mrs. KHH. One of my true joys in life is spending large amounts of time (hours in fact) with my head buried between her thighs. Licking, sucking, kissing, teasing...

Since I've had my Jailbird, I find that my previous craving to do this has risen to previously unheard-of levels - not that my wife dislikes it or anything. In fact, she seems pretty happy with the current state of affairs ... But, when Mrs. KHH has her period and won't let me go down on her, it's like withdrawal for me. I go through an intense emotional, psychological, and physical reaction that only abates when she permits me my "fix" again.

Am I alone in this? What are your experiences?

And the numbers:
Last O - Sunday, April 7.
JB continuous wear since - April 8.
Total days of JB Ownership: 89.
Total days caged: 60.

[KeyheldHubby]

The thing about being locked in a chastity device is that it feels so DARNED GOOD when Mrs. KHH takes it off and plays with me....

And if she permits me to cum...

Well, imagine the fireworks on the 4th of July on the Washington Mall...

And then multiply by 1000.

Looking at my "locked-up tracker" spreadsheet, I was locked up for 3 days, then had a day out, then spent 10 days locked up, ending last night. Nowhere near as long as others, but longer than normal for us.

When I crawled under the covers last night, Mama was reading her Kindle. I fired up my tablet and began reading as well. It was kind of cool, as we had storms and (I think) a cold front roll through yesterday. The cool temperatures were quite refreshing, and the window was open with a small fan blowing the cool air into our bedroom. We like it cooler in our bedroom, but unfortunately the old house has poor insulation and it tends to get rather hot in our bedroom during the summer months, even with the antiquated central AC on. So last night was wonderful.

Without warning, Mrs. KHH leaned over to me and said "I'm taking your cage off now" as she retrieved the key, pulled the covers down, and unlocked me. It was the work of a minute, in complete silence as she removed the lock, pulled off the cage, and worked the base ring off. She reassembled everything and handed it to me to put on my nightstand, our unspoken signal that I should put the Jailbird back on this morning.

She then rolled back over and went back to her reading.

The questions in my mind:
- Does she want me to do anything? To start anything? To caress her? To make love with her?
- Is her period finally over?
- Is she going to play with me then lock me up again?
- Does she just want me unlocked tonight?
- WHAT'S GOING ON HERE??

A million questions and no answers. Complete silence as we read. And in complete contrast to what you read in the online chastity erotica, NO - my penis did NOT "immediately spring to steel-bar hardness." In fact, there it was, completely flaccid and relaxed. No arousal whatsoever. I'm just laying there with my tablet, nightstand light on, reading in silence with my loving wife next to me doing the same. For about 10 minutes.

We turned off the nightstand lights and our devices, and put them aside. I quietly said "I love you" and we rolled over onto our sides to go to sleep. This is "normal" life, I guess.

I could hear her breathing deepen next to me as I began drifting off to sleep. It was somewhere around 10:15 PM. Early for a Friday night.

What seemed like only moments later I was fully awake with a full erection and feeling incredibly horny. Mama was on her side, facing away from me, and her deep breathing told me that she was either asleep or nearly so.

What to do? I definitely felt intense inner turmoil as I reached down and enjoyed the (now) unfamiliar feeling of stroking my erection. GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!

But only a moment of turmoil....

I rolled over to spoon against her back and reached over her to where her left arm was resting on her side. I took her hand and pulled it down and placed it over my erection. This simple move must have woken her up because she gently took me in her hand and began stroking me slowly, bring me to even greater arousal. She continued this for some time, alternating the speed and pressure of her hand while still laying on her side as we spooned together. The absolute bliss of her hand was intensely pleasurable, and I felt incredibly content.

She stopped and rolled over toward me and onto her back, forcing me to move away from her a little bit. She stopped stroking me and reached down with both of her hands to pull off her panties, simultaneously pushing the covers down and exposing both our bodies to the cool, refreshing air. Her panties off, she reached over with her other hand and resumed her stroking for a minute or two before rolling over onto me and straddling me, cowgirl style.

Her left hand reached down between us and guided me into her, and she began gently and slowly rocking her hips against me. Such an incredible feeling after not being inside her for what seemed like forever. Of course it's only been a couple of weeks since I've been inside her, but I think being caged made the feeling even more intense.

My hands seemed to make their own way first to her hips and then up, where they grabbed her cami top and began working it up her torso. She stopped rocking her hips and helped me take her top off, then resumed rocking.

Slowly, gently, lovingly....

I could see her silhouetted in the LED light from my nightstand clock. So beautiful. The soft curves of her breasts calling my hands to caress them as we moved together. Her breathing in time with mine, a look of pure bliss on her face, but no sounds except for our breathing. My hands on her breasts with her on top of me, caressing, gently pinching her nipples, gently rubbing ber beautiful breasts.

Slow, gentle, loving rocking....

And it continued for a long time.

I could feel myself getting more and more aroused, and I knew that I would cum within moments. My hands moved back to her hips and I began thrusting into her as she rocked on top of me. I knew... She knew...

My first plaintive words "May I cum darling" broke our mutual silence. Her response of "Yes, I want you to cum in me" broke over me with a tsunami of emotion and within seconds I felt the tingling in my toes and feet that signals an impending orgasm. Then, there it was. Volcanic doesn't adequately describe what I felt as my orgasm overtook me and my movements became spasmodic while she continued her rocking on top of me. As I shuddered through my orgasm my breath came in short, intense bursts and my hands clamped onto her thighs as tightly as I think I've ever held her.

And then it was over and I exhaled deeply. She was still there, my Goddess, my everything. Straddling me, looking me directly in the eyes, with the wry smile on her face that she gives me when I catch her doing something that she didn't want me to catch her doing...

I softened and slipped out of her and she rolled over next to me again, then immediatly began caressing my chest. She continued caressing me for a while as I lay there, reveling in the bliss that I had just experienced. After a few minutes, she told me that she needed to go to the bathroom and rolled out of the bed. Still silhouetted in the dim light, I watched her as she walked silently to our bathroom and closed the door. So beautiful. Moments later she was back again, topless but wearing her panties again. She snuggled against me and we held each other gently for some time. Just enjoying the feel and warmth of each other's bodies.

"Would you suck my breasts for a while?" were the next words out of her mouth.

Are you kidding?

This is my Nirvana. My Heaven. Of course I will.

I scooted down a bit and moved my head to her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth. Her nipple was firm and erect, and felt so good as I began rubbing my tongue over it. As I teased her breast with my mouth, she gently stroked my shoulder and chest with her hand. We continued like this for a long time before moving apart. I told her again that I loved her and we rolled onto our respective sides to fall asleep again.

Hot monkey sex? I don't think so.

Intensely erotic - yet amazingly simple - lovemaking between two people who love each other more than life itself? You betcha.

This is what chastity has done for us. It has broken the mold of hormonally-driven sex and replaced it with with the romantically-driven lovemaking that we both enjoy so much. Chastity has made our lovemaking even more special than it ever was.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

And the numbers:
Last O - Sunday, April 19.
JB continuous wear since - April 20.
Total days of JB Ownership: 93.
Total days caged: 63.

[KeyheldHubby]

A thought popped into my head after my last post.

I guess it is related to my recent posts about trying to "find the meaning of life" as it relates to being in chastity.

As males of the species, do we take our orgasms for granted once we get married?

Until I started wearing a chastity cage openly, Mrs. KHH never "denied" me overtly. Of course, she said "not tonight" when she was having her period...

But in almost 27 years of married life, I can't ever remember her denying me for exotic / erotic / punishment reasons. Or for any other reasons - other than the aforementioned "monthlies."

And if we get to orgasm whenever we want, does it diminish the emotional "contract" that goes with it?

I've got a physical, emotional, and spiritual bond with my wife. A "contract" so to speak. Our lovemaking represents a physical manifestation and renewal of that bond.

And if I "rub one out" whenever I feel like it, is it a breach of that contract?

Does being in chastity, with her holding the key represent a "leveling of the playing field" in which she gets more / total control over that renewal? With her as the instigator of our lovemaking activities after all these years, am I finally at the point where I WANT to share more control over the contract??

Hmmm.

This bears thinking about some more.

Especially after the "renewal" of last night...

And the numbers:
Last O - Sunday, April 19.
JB continuous wear since - April 20.
Total days of JB Ownership: 93.
Total days caged: 63.