I love hormone overload days. They’re just not as often anymore.
The waiting and watching routine is one of my favorite. Not sure why but I love being so very close, not allowed to touch and made to watch her rub one out. It’s a rare opportunity and I’m never allowed to take her further. Back in the old days she would allow me my self pleasure after she was done. Anymore I’m just left with my tongue wagging and my cock cage strained. It can make for some very horny days ahead.
Tongue+groove wrote: ↑Sun Oct 27, 2024 10:59 am
The waiting and watching routine is one of my favorite. Not sure why but I love being so very close, not allowed to touch and made to watch her rub one out. It’s a rare opportunity and I’m never allowed to take her further. Back in the old days she would allow me my self pleasure after she was done. Anymore I’m just left with my tongue wagging and my cock cage strained. It can make for some very horny days ahead.
The waiting and not being allowed to touch, oh yes. Breathing in her smell without being allowed to taste. It all builds tension.
Cock straining in the cage, horny, frustrated...
Em: Just how I like to see you, Herbi.
One thing is certain. Self pleasuring days are history. Not saying that's a bad thing but if only I could just... you know.
Hang on a minute... . This is FLR! We've been living a FLR!
Yes I do know. But let me tell you it’s not what it used to be.
On two occasions since January she has had me “put on a show “ for her. It’s really not as much fun when she requires you to demonstrate while she makes a scientific observation. And now she leaves the emergency key lay out in the open. She has put quite a guilt complex on me to the point I don’t think I can self pleasure in private anymore.
If I did we both know that I would tearfully confess. And she has assured me that I don’t want the punishment.
Miss Emmie had said that I would remain caged and unsupervised for my bath because she had “things to get on with”. Fair enough. Turns out that those things to get on with were mostly in the bathroom anyway, tidying away, getting herself ready for bed, having a shower (right next to me, separated only by a pane of glass), brushing teeth etc.
I had wondered if, after the intensity of the day yesterday when Miss Emmie had been exceptionally demanding, there might be a brief unlocking for a nice thorough clean, inspection or even a little edging as a treat. But no. Once I was dry after the bath, all I got was a quick check of what could be seen without taking the cage off, told it all looked fine and that I'd be checked again during the week. “Now how about an orgasm or two for me before we settle down for the night?”
Today I've been to work and kept getting reminders that I was wearing the new cage. Pressed against the end and the head of my cock being held all round by the cage. Not unpleasant. Occasionally it got rather tight and the bars were put to the test. A text from Miss Emmie asked how the cage was. I replied “All fine and doing a fine job.” She sent a smiley back.
I think I'm getting used to this one. It's different but each of the 4 is different in its own way.
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I was unlocked for a thorough clean and inspection last night. Miss Emmie cleaned the cage and I enjoyed plenty of hot soapy water.
As I was getting dry I became aware of a strange sensation though. The more I rubbed with the towel the more I wanted and need to rub some more. Down there. Where the ring goes. Under the balls and all around.
Em: Is it pain?
Me: No pain, no,
Em: Sore?
Me: No, not sore either.
Em: An itch?
Me: I wouldn't call it an itch really.
Em: Well what does it feel like then?
Me: I don't really know. More like a tingle. It's like when you're standing in the garden and suddenly realise that you're standing on an ant's nest. You have to brush the little blighters off.
Em: Red ants or black ant? (Only Emmie could or would ask such a question, surely?)
Me: Red ones. The black ones don't really do anything, do they?
We eventually settled on an "itchy tingle", right where the ring sits but also the wider area. Obviously, a careful inspection was required and took place, resulting in Miss Emmie declaring that there was no redness, soreness, irritation, or anything else visibly wrong. Maybe a reaction to all the soap, the hot water, being caged for so long (but nowhere near the record), sweating, no idea.
Em: I can't see anything wrong at all, but as a precaution, just in case it's anything to do with the metal, you can wear the Nub tonight.
So I settled down to sleep in the Deep Vacuum of Space, feeling nothing apart from one unscheduled wake-up in the deep dark night (hard), and again in the morning, (also hard). No sign this morning of any pain, itch, irritation, soreness, redness, or anything else. Not even any ants.
A 24 hour change of scene provided by the Nub, but with no further evidence of any reason not to go back, I'll be back in the middle-sized, i.e. 2cm, steel this evening.
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Tongue+groove wrote: ↑Fri Nov 01, 2024 7:36 am
I saw where Ms. Emmi posted.
No more of those DIY ones now though.
Time wise it seems your chastity path has been similar to mine. My question for you is, have you lost the urge to diy yet?
I actually think I’m getting there if I’m not already.
I would say 'mostly' in answer to your question. There are definitely times when, if I could do it, I would. Probably wouldn't be able to stop myself even if I tried. Mostly though, DIY doesn't even pop up as an idea in my head. Just accept that I can't.
As expected, back in the 2cm steel. No problems. No ants. So far.
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Like many Sundays, I cooked breakfast for us both today. I took it upstairs so that we could have breakfast in bed. It's become traditional since the chastity cages entered our lives. I arrived in the bedroom to see Miss Emmie sitting up ready and waiting. What a sight first thing in the morning. Sleepy eyes and smiling mouth I mean.
Em: Oooo, hard. Lovely.
Me: I'm surprised you can tell how hard anything is in this little tiny closed in thing.
Em: It's not tiny, it's middle-sized, an extra night for you. And I can see enough to know that you're hard.
Me: What? Wait? No! I meant tiny, in the technical sense, not in the official sense...
Em: I was going to round it up to the weekend anyway rather than unlock you midweek. Don't worry. It's under 2 weeks now until you can erupt.
Me: Rounding up. Oh. Ok.
We sat up in bed, eating sausage, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, baked beans and toast. With hot, black coffee to wash it all down. Our weekend luxury.
Em: How do you like that little tiny middle-sized thing now anyway? You've worn it over a week apart from the ant incident. There's another thing, you wore the Nub for a night so that night doesn't count. Another reason to round you up until the weekend. And you missed another Miss, off of Miss Emmie this time, not Miss Vikki.
Me: Doesn't count? What? Did I? where? Oh, well, anyway, the new middle-sized thing is... erm, fine, in fact. Yes. Tight, but fine.
Em: Good. I like it too. Might even be my favourite. What's your favourite?
I thought for a moment, but decided that I couldn't decide.
Me: I don't really know. I mean, they all work and now I'm used to them, they're all comfortable enough. Hard to choose a favourite though.
Em: It's just that after you blow in two weeks time, we need to decide which one you'll wear next. I might leave it to you to decide.
Me: Oh gawd.
Em: Choose wisely because you might be in it for the rest of 2024, just to keep the average reasonable you understand.
Miss Emmie certainly knows how to mess with my head. I notice that she uses the word 'might' a lot. She might let me decide. It might be for the rest of 2024. My poor brain's not stopped whirring and buzzing all day. The day has been nice enough so far though. Miss Emmie in pink shorts and crop top, both matching in a comfortable, soft, fleecy sort of material and both nicely close-fitting. She's in a cuddly, touchy-feely sort of mood as well, which is nice. A few beans in the jar already. I mustn't count chickens but I do wonder if there might be a bit of edging to look forward to later.
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I sometimes find myself thinking about where we are and then, how we got here. It's a very different place to where I thought we might end up.
Somebody said it takes 3 months to get used to wearing these things, and I'd agree with that. But even after the 3 months, there's still more adjusting to do. I'm into my 8th month now and I think I can say I've arrived. Used to it. Settled. But it is vey different to expectations, if I even had any real expectations.
I know I read a lot, but I think I was mostly interested in the physical aspects of cage sizes and other practicalities and although I read about other aspects, many were dismissed as “we won't do that” topics and got forgotten about. What I overlooked, or even didn't know, was that Miss Emmie also read a lot, and she didn't forget or dismiss any of it. I've said before that her approach was a shock. It still is sometimes. Her determination to see this trial year through for example. It hasn't faltered one bit. Her commitment is total and unwavering.
Other things have happened that I would never have imagined or considered, but she obviously had her own ideas. CFnm for example. Out of the blue that one was. So was the ouchy stick and how “the key” became more than just the key to the cage. It came to control everything. She even ordered extra cages without telling me! Is that allowed?
Yes, taking charge of everything. With that key, there certainly does come great power.
One thing that blew my mind was giving Miss Vikki a key. Even if I accepted it as an emergency measure, the habit of inviting Miss Vikki round to our house and letting her issue her own one word commands is another step (too far) altogether. Wow.
So today, I am used to it, settled, treating having a chunk of metal clamped around my nuts as entirely normal. I'm still in the middle-sized (as per her plan) and will be for another 10 days or so by the looks of it. Could do with a change to be honest but I don't see it happening. This won't (hopefully) be as long as the 12 week experiment, but it's already heading towards 7 and I thought we might get some shorter lock ups once she'd tried 12 weeks. Which leads me to another unexpected thing about my new life. Sex.
Thinking back, I think I almost assumed that sex once caged would be much like sex before the cage, except that she would decide when. Maybe I expected almost as much sex as before, or at least on a regular basis, and wear the cage in between bo “keep me ready” and prevent and DIY going on. Being locked up for weeks and months on end is probably one of those things that I read about and thought “No, we won't be doing that”. Miss Emmie has her own ideas of course.
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