Friday, August 14, 2015
Six Months and Counting
A month or so ago I commented on me and my chased husband blog written by a woman named Katie. I made light of the fact that she had kept her husband pretty much locked and chaste for some 160 some days at the time of her writing that particular post. What I didn’t’ reveal was my own time as a chaste submissive. As of the 14th of August it will have been six months since Katie last told me I was permitted an orgasm. Valentine’s Day seems like ages ago when she last gave me the OK.
My life in chastity is not continuous. Katie’s current rule (they often change) is to lock me each morning and have me unlock just before bed unless I'm told otherwise. To be certain I am doing what she wants I ask when I rise unless she has left the house when I know without a doubt what her wishes would be and then repeat my request each night just before slipping under the sheet beside her.
Unlike Katie Christian’s husband, Katie prefers sexual satisfaction with me inside rather than going down between her legs. As a result there have been several times where I’ve had ruined orgasms. By ruined I mean I’ve done my best to stop the inevitable and pulled out or lasted long enough for her to be satisfied only to lose it several seconds later while remaining motionless either inside or outside her. To me ruined also means that there is no associated ‘wow!’ feelings when all that happens. I use the words, “I leaked,” since that’s how it feels. There is a release but no feeling like some erotic detonation exploding somewhere deep in my loins like there was back on the 14th of February. A ruined orgasm more or less feels like a pretty placid and wimpy 'oops'.
I correspond sporadically with another gentleman whose wife doesn’t want him to go nearly that long. He often asks me, “how do you do that?” meaning, go so long between ejaculations. My response is usually something to the effect of: what choice do I have? The answer of course is "I don't have any say at all". I don’t control my sexual outcome. I do what she wants and what Katie wants is for me remaining denied.
So I’ve made it some 182 days, or there about. I don’t know if she will want me to go another 182 or another two. I really don’t know and to be honest, really don’t care anymore. What I want more than anything is to know that I satisfy her, that she enjoys me and that she is pleased with me both as a husband and one who will obey always.
I’ve only been down this road of prolonged denial this far one other time and it ended somewhere in the low 200’s. If you are reading this and wondering why in the world a man would do this, let alone tell others, let me put it to you this way: do you know how good it feels just before "it" happens? Well imagine how good it would feel to be left feeling ‘that’ way well you've had the privilege of letting her enjoy you until she’s been completely satisfied and you almost completely satisfied. All I can say is that it’s a really, Really, really good feeling. And if you’ve never done it you really have no leg to criticize. It’s like asking someone if they like anchovies on pizza. Most everyone will say NO, but when you ask if they’ve ever tried anchovies most will say they haven't. They base what they think on the reputation of the anchovy rather than the actual experience. Well, how do you know you don’t like anchovies on pizza unless you've given them a try? Denial is kind of the same, it might sound like something you would never want to experience but once you've tried it, you may get a whole different perspective on life when your wife denies you the thing you probably want more than anything else.