Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Running to Chastity
I smiled last week when Mr Ellie from the Serving Ellie blog wrote about his wife agreeing to place him in chastity. What humored me was not so much that she agreed to do something she was initially hesitant to do but how this decision came about. If you read his first post Mr. Ellie basically said, “Mrs. Ellie, I'm having trouble controlling my masturbation and I think the best way to curb this is to put me into a cage.” In the final paragraph of that post Mr. Ellie let’s his readers know he is leaning toward one particular device but wanted to hear others’ thoughts BUT within 48 hours he made had made his decision and I'm sure the cage was in the mail hours later and is now securely anchored to his body.
I smiled when I read what he had to say. Actually I read the “The decision is made” one before I viewed the “Ellie, we have a problem” one. For those of you who wear such a device, can you identify with his feelings and emotions? I can. Mr. Ellie asked for opinions on sizing during that initial post. He didn’t want to get it wrong. He wanted to size the ring properly. One commenter suggested he order sizing rings from another company. That was a great idea - a fail-safe way, in fact, to make sure he didn't waste his hard earned money. But if he chose to do that he'd have to wait another 7-10 days for those little rings to arrive. To Mr. Ellie, at that moment - that moment when she FINALLY said 'yes' - that option must have felt like an eternity and I bet Mr. Ellie considered that commenter's option for less than 3 seconds - even though he’s lived a life in penis-freedom for literally thousands of days. To wait another week? Are you kidding me? There was no way his 'chastity-laden mind' was going to delay a day longer than necessary. No way Jose! He probably said, ‘Heck (he's a Christian guy remember and doesn't curse) with the sizing. Heck with the $50. Just get me the device and lock me up, Mrs. Ellie!”
Now, I know those exact words probably never came out of his mouth but I could sense his urgency. I could sense him wanting to seize the moment of his wife’s “weakness” – her f-i-n-a-l-l-y saying ‘yes’ to chastity. After all this was his submissive-dream come true - to finally be locked up nice and tight!
I read some weeks/months ago on Katie Christian’s My Chaste Husband’s blog of her husband coming to her expressing the same concerns for the same reasons. Her reaction was much different. I believe she called him a pervert – or at least thought as much. I’m sure those words or her negative reception of his desire to be put into a device felt like a knife blow to the center of his heart.
In both instances I believe both men talked to their wives with a sense of desperation. I’ve heard psychologists refer to these overt suggestions as a ‘cry for help’. I’m sure we all have those moments when we feel as if we simply cannot beat the villain in our life and finally come to someone near and dear and say in so many words, “please help me by doing this or that or help me to not do this or that.”
For Mr. Katie Christian and for Mr. Ellie, I’m glad both of their wives saw the potential positives in that cry for help. For Mr. Katie Christian, he’s been locked long enough for Mrs. Katie Christian to see the benefit locking him for an extended period has. For Mrs. Ellie, I hope she finds the same to be true and isn't afraid to put the key away for a few months to really watch the change in her husband take place before her eyes.
But for Mr Katie Christian and Mr Ellie I’m almost certain their adrenaline levels remained in a continual state of hyper drive during the ‘waiting for the appliance to arrive’-interlude, as well as during those few days after the lock was clicked shut. I know I can remember waiting for the plain brown box to arrive in the mail. I can remember fitting it that first time and then clicking the lock. I can remember feeling awkward showing my 'little me' to Katie those first few times. I can remember her worrying about me remaining clean since I was now stuck inside a plastic tube. I can remember her worrying if the device was too tight and might cause permanent damage to my goods. I can remember the general excitement of everything surrounding this new beginning of my life/our lives together.
What I’ve noticed in my blog has been the slow transition of posts that resemble less and less those adrenaline assisted writings. I’ve been wondering if the posts have become more blasé, and maybe they have. If so, it’s because my submissive life can only have so many new things happen until there is no more new stuff to write about. Chastity is just that now – I’m locked. Denial is no longer the “I’ve been denied for 9 days 15 hours and 11 minutes” rush. Rather it’s more like, I’ve not floored the gas pedal in six or seven months and I wonder if I ever fully rev the engine again. I don’t feel titillated when Katie asks me to cook her dinner or vacuum the floor. I’ve got chores to do so I do them.
But for Mr. Ellie…. I’m happy for him. I hope he guessed the right size. I hope he feels ecstatic being locked. I hope it reinforces his submission to his wife. I hope he comes to love those 5 AM wake up calls when Rocky wants to stretch but no longer has room to do so and pulls his balls painfully tight. I hope he and his Mistress can laugh and joke about how long she wants to lock him just because she has the power to do so now. I hope he thinks about her brief squeeze in the morning when she checks her goods. I hope he thinks about how hot she was for grabbing him there 10 hours previous. I’m happy for him because I remember just how happy I was when all those things happened to me. Merry Christmas Mr. Ellie! And in the end, I do hope it curbs the very thing you’ve wanted to stop.