“Oh hello Miss, you’re early.” I said in surprise. I then noticed she had her overnight bag in her hand.

“I can’t stop now, we’re all meeting up at 8.” She replied, putting her jacket on.

“Who’s we?” I asked.

“Me, Chris, Cath and Tony, we’re going to the cinema.”

“And your bag?”

“Oh, I’m staying over at Chris’s tonight, it just seems easier. I did leave you a note.” She said matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean, you’re staying at Chris’s, you only saw him a couple of days ago. I thought we agreed it would only be once a week.?” I replied, starting to get angry and anxious.

“We never agreed that…and besides I haven’t seen him since Friday.”

“Erm, he was fucking fucking you on Saturday morning,” I replied angrily.

“Well maybe that’s because you can’t. “ she said.

“Only because I’m locked up.””Well you agreed to it, and you agreed to me seeing Chris.” She responded with an element of contempt in her voice.

“I didn’t agree to it…to any of it. You asked me to…no TOLD me.”

“Look, I really am late, and I’m glad I’m going out if you’re going to be in such a foul mood, and behave so rudely.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I replied, “Look can we just talk about this.”

“I’ll maybe see you tomorrow night, OK?” came her reply and with that she picked up her bag and left.

I did think about trying to stop her, but she was pretty determined and she had a look in her eye that frankly scared me a bit.

I was furious, especially when I found her note on the kitchen table:

Chastityboy,
Staying at Chris’s tonight, see you tomorrow.
Can you iron my work shirts?
Miss K

Is that all I deserved. If I hadn’t got home when I did that’s all I’d have had. I’ve done everything she’s asked. It’s not been easy and at times it has really hurt, but the least I deserve is a bit of respect and thoughtfulness in return. As someone commented, it isn’t really compromise if it’s only me making it. I can’t believe she’s been so … well horrible. I tried to call her mobile but she was either out of battery or had it turned off, even after the film must have finished.

I didn’t get much sleep I was so angry. I’m also really itching on my legs and “other” areas where my hair is starting to grow back. She probably doesn’t even give a fuck, although she’s probably getting one.

Originally posted 2008-04-05 01:00:38. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Allowing my masculinity to be locked away, accepting dressing as a girl but most importantly “accepting” Miss A’s relationship with Chris changed how she thought and looked at me. She did admit that although she still loved me, she was not “in love” with me. I have to admit it did make me cry, but she was so soft and sensitive and we ended up cuddling into the early hours.

So the outcome?

Yes, I am still wearing the CB-3000. To be honest it’s so long since I even started to get aroused it doesn’t even feel like I could or ever did.

Yes, I am still dressing as a girl; underwear all day and full make-up, my wig, clothes and heels in the evening and at weekends.

The one positive thing is Miss A is not interested in getting a new boyfriend, although she did admit if she met a guy she liked she would start seeing him. As you can imagine I have, literally, been bending over backwards to keep her happy (she is still pretty cut up and upset about Chris) and make her life as easy and fun as possible. She has taken the break-up out on me somewhat, but I suppose that’s to be expected, as we are so close. She does have Miss A Catherine, but she hasn’t spent that muh time with her because Tony is one of Chris’s best friends. I do think she feels that Chris may have been scared off because of me, and she did insinuate that if I’d been “more of a man” she would never had to start seeing him in the first place. I suppose she has a point. I’m glad that it’s just us two again and I really am trying my best to make this work and keep us together.

Things have got “back to normal” so to speak, although the first Sunday after we had our heart-to-heart I was punished far more than I had before. I had my hands cuffed behind my back, as I do every Sunday when I am unlocked and cleaned. Miss A came up and gave me a hug…for a moment I thought it would lead to some intimacy between us…and in a way I suppose it did. Before I knew anything about it she’d quickly raised her knee between my legs. I fell to the floor in agony, banging the side of my head on the bath. I could hardly breath, it felt like my testicles had been pushed up into my stomach and I was in a cold sweat. Miss A quickly knelt next to me,

“Are you OK?” she asked with a real look of concern and worry on her face.

I tried to answer but all the breath had been knocked out of me and I could only nod.

“I’m so sorry, darling, but you know you deserved that?”

Again I could only nod.

For the rest of the day I had a dull ache in my testicles, which I suppose served as a reminder that I will never be “her man” and I had no right to even suggest it. I shan’t even be thinking of it again.

Originally posted 2008-04-18 14:30:36. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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“Bobbie is routinely granted relief on the last Thursday of every month at 8-25pm. I am always home on a Thursday as one of my favourite TV programs commences at 8-30pm. Note the timing, Bobbie has five minutes of ‘pleasure’ each month! Something I never take away from him. He has all month to look forward to it as his right! From a life of gratification, how and when he wanted it, he now has five minutes of regimented ‘pleasure’!

Thursday is his night for ironing. He is expected to be in the laundry, (downstairs and attached to his bedroom) prior to eight o’clock. At eight twenty-five exactly he is required to report to me in the lounge room, curtsey and ask, “Please Mistress, could you attend to my needs please?”

He also has to present me with a special timing device that we use. This is a five minute timer kept on the lounge bureau, since it is quite attractive and a true antique timer that uses falling sand as the measure. It is also a nice conversation piece. He hands me the timer which I immediately invert and place on the coffee table, before advising him, “Yes, please go and prepare yourself.” I then give him the key to his chastity belt. The timer has started.

He must run downstairs to his room and remove outer clothes and chastity belt, leaving on his panties and Lady Jane shoes and hurry into the laundry toilet. I am usually there first. It is in a large space with no walls around it, he is not allowed any privacy in life. I am dressed casually, certainly not attired for his titillation, unless he is turned on by yellow rubber washing up gloves. The only time I wear such items for I have no use for same other than this forthcoming chore. Bobbie places his hands on his head and stands before the toilet. (Time elapsed: 1 minute). I then advise, all part of the rigid routine, “Lid up.” He turns, raises the lid and stands with his cock over the toilet bowl.

I stand behind him and gently stroke his nipples. The poor dear is so starved of sexual attention that he is usually erect within seconds. As soon as he is erect, I cease my ministrations and pull down his panties to the tops of his thighs so his cock pops out before I advise him “Condom.”

He is required to have placed a condom, out of its package, on the toilet cistern before he comes upstairs to me. This he quickly, trying not to fumble in his haste and waste precious seconds, rolls on to his organ. He knows that he must minimise contact and not fondle his organ unnecessarily.
Condom in place he advises, “Ready Mistress.” (Time elapsed: 2 minutes).

I then very quickly and vigorously, almost viciously, from behind, jerk his organ with my rubber gloved hand. He is so tense that it rarely takes even a minute before he is ready to spurt. I am watching this very closely and as soon as I note a slight start of a spasm I stop, take my hands away, step back and watch amused as he spurts, in a most frustrating fashion into his condom.

I assure you there is no orgasm when this method is employed, try it yourself and see! The look of frustration, total and utter frustration, is a picture to behold. Even now after several years of this treatment, he cannot quite comprehend just how frustrating the experience is. It leaves him yearning and desiring satisfaction, dreaming of what he used to experience. He remains totally unrelieved of his sexual tensions and urges, indeed they are multiplied ten-fold as a consequence of the frustration of being so near, yet so far from an orgasm. All that has been released is his semen, not his sexual tension. (Time elapsed: 3 minutes).

There is of course no time for him to ruminate on this, for the timer is still running in the lounge room, his five minutes of pleasure is ‘running out’ fast!

I quickly whisk off his condom and tie a knot in it before tossing it in the toilet. I don’t want to risk him fondling his weenie!

“Toilet paper” is my next command. Bobbie must immediately peal off some toilet paper and hand this to me before placing his hands back on his head. I quickly wipe his cock before throwing the paper into the toilet bowl too. I then pull up his knickers whilst he remains standing, still with that peculiar bemused look on his face – unable still to grasp that it is over, he feels emptied, yet totally unsated, unsatisfied and more in need of sexual orgasm than ever!

“Dismissed!” I advise. He turns, curtseys, politely says, “Thank you Mistress.” (Time elapsed: 3 minutes 15 seconds).

He now hurries, in fact he runs into his adjacent bedroom to quickly replace his clothes and chastity belt (the lock will lock without a key), before hurrying back to the toilet to flush it. And he does dash around now in panic mode! (Time elapsed: 4 minutes 15 seconds).

Then he must run upstairs and into the lounge where I will be once more. He looks with blessed relief at the timer as the last grains are falling. Once more he curtseys, before showing his belt is on again. It is always in place!

“Get back to your ironing.” Is my cold, disinterested response. (Time elapsed: 4 minutes 30 seconds)
“Yes, Mistress” he replies in a most sincere manner, “thank you.” He must advise this with sincerity and he must not rush his words, though he is right now very anxiously watching as the last grains of sand slowly, inextricably, too quickly for his liking, fall from the timer.

He then literally turns on the spot, rushes out, and runs downstairs, as required, to the laundry. It is not far from the lounge and once there he immediately picks up the iron ready to start and calls up in a loud clear voice, the only time I allow him to shout to me from another room, “Iron at the ready, Mistress.”

I now stop the timer, knowing he will be waiting for the next hour or so with bated breath, praying the sand had not run out before he picked up his iron once more, for that is the official end of his period of pleasure. Knowing that this rush and concern over the consequences of being late will have further deflated any possible enjoyment of the moment. It’s all over in less than five minutes, no slow, sensuous strokes of his engorged cock, no gradual winding up to a crescendo with an explosive orgasm followed by a relaxed post-coital winding down to savour the effects and tingling sensations as the orgasm lingers and slowly cruises through all the pores and nerves of his body.

No. Bobbie’s time has now come and gone! Five minutes exactly each month, that’s it. No more, no less. Routine strictly adhered to so Bobbie knows exactly what to expect. Five minutes, not a second longer and he is back to his ironing. Though in reality it is really only a minute or so of actual playing with his weenie!

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Then to my chagrin and frustration, the Domina Who had first
asked to test my control said, “Now I would like to really but
stacy to the test. I see that his control is excellent when he
is the one stimulating his achilles penis, but so You honestly
think that he could control his miserable male thing if one of Us
provides the stimulation?”

Outwardly i tried to show no reaction, but inside i cringed.
Could i possibly control myself if a Domina, a Goddess, set out
to induce me to fail; and i was sure that if She was allowed to
put me to Her test, it would be a real trial for me and my
training. Although i was still “eyes down,” Domina Andrea turned
slightly to give Her answer and i saw a small smile play upon Her
face as She replied, “Go ahead and do Your best. We’ll all see
how well-trained he is. This is a stiffer test than i had
planned to give stacy at this time, but it will be interesting to
see how she does. So You have my authorization to proceed. Do
what You will and We’ll see what happens. stacy, rise and stand
before the Domina so that your naughty thing is convenient for
Her to work on.”

So with mixed emotions and trying not to show my uncertainty and
fear, i rose and stood facing Her, again putting my arms behind
my back.

Just to make things as difficult as possible for me, i thought,
She reached out slowly and sensuously and began to lightly stroke
my member. As i had been taught, i thought of swimming in cold
mountain streams and of the faults i had yet to admit at my next
confession and of my fear that if i failed to control member, i
might once again find myself wearing the TEETH once more -
anything but what was happening between my legs. For a short
while i thought my training was working really well, but then,
unmistakably, i felt a stiffening down there – the beginning of
an erection! i was in trouble now! i knew that i was in for it.
i could feel myself beginning to tremble – not the prelude to an
un-authorized orgasm, but from fear of the consequences should
one occur. Then i began to mentally review the ten rules of
servitude to try to keep myself in some semblance of control -

“1- thy shall put thy own pleasures last
2- thy shall not dictate to The Domina
3- thy shalt not demand attention
4- thy shall work for The Domina in any way She desires
5- never estimate thy degree of servitude – it is total
6- thy shall forget thyself & allow power of The Domina to
take thee to new heights
7- thy shalt not assume or take anything for granted,
just obey…”

And i found that my efforts were paying off. Although my
erection did not diminish, Her efforts were not causing any
feeling of imminent orgasm either. Not even when She also began
to gently squeeze and fondle my testicles. This “standoff”
continued for several minutes; my erection not subsiding, but no
orgasm taking place either. After some time, i could feel my
clitty beginning to become somewhat numb and insensitive and
realized that i had made it! i had held out, even after so long
without an orgasm! i was so happy to be able to obey Domina
Andrea so well, to truly forget myself and allow Her power to
direct and guide me. And, in spite of Her efforts, my clitty
began to sag and shrivel; at which point She conceded that i had
indeed been very well trained and was a credit to Domina Andrea.

At that Domina Andrea awarded me a rare, “Well done, stacy.
Dismissed!” And i retired to the kitchen to begin my after
dinner cleaning chores. At the same time, i was thinking to
myself that perhaps Domina Andrea might now give me another award
that evening. Maybe she would grant me a slave orgasm at long
last! The very thought made my clitty begin to ooze slightly, so
i quickly turned my thoughts to other things, meditating on my
latest lesson: one on Goddess Spirituality.

– Continued –

Originally posted 2008-02-05 12:20:30. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Of course, you know what the Goddess Teeth device is. you say
you don’t? you must have failed to keep up with your lessons and
the reading you have been instructed to do on a regular basis,
else surely you would have known about something that might
affect you so severely at some point in your life. It’s a simple
little sleeve with a locking ring that can be fitted over your
penis. That wouldn’t be so bad, but the inside of the sleeve is
lined with a number of sharp, fortunately not razor sharp but
definitely pointed, protrusions. So long as your penis stays
soft, you don’t have any problem because the points aren’t that
sharp. But let it start to swell and grow and things change
fast! With the least bit of real pressure those points really
dig in and it hurts! So guess what? you tend to shrink again
real fast. During the day while you’re awake it’s not too bad.
you learn how to keep it down real fast; but at night it’s a
different story. you’ll find that getting a good night’s sleep
is next to impossible. Every time you start to have a nocturnal
erection the points dig in you hurt, and suddenly your wide awake
and wanting the pain to go away. And, in spite of the lack of
sleep, you have to get up and do your duties the next day,
shrugging off your problems and smilingly pleasing the Domina.

Anyway, last night Domina Andrea concluded that i had probably
learned my lesson, that one instance being the first ever like
it, and She removed the Goddess Teeth from my miserable member.
She didn’t have to remind me about what to expect should i
misbehave again. i knew that the next time i played with my
clitty without permission or without being instructed to, i might
never be able to play with it ever again – the Teeth might go on
permanently.

To continue, i woke up this morning having gotten the first good
night’s sleep in a long time, so i really felt good. my
adoration for Domina Andrea had increased as a result as well,
something i wouldn’t have believed possible, but Her kindness to
me to have taken the Teeth off when She might never had done so
touched me very deeply. Hence i went for my morning shower with
a song in my heart – a hymn of praise to Her – that morning. A
respectful servant would never approach the One Who owns it in an
unclean state and my first duties of the morning revolve around
Her as you might expect. (Although in truth, everything about my
life since She has owned me has revolved about Her

i was afraid that i could not trust my self-control completely,
in spite of the fact that if i misbehaved again so soon i would
displease the Domina terribly, so i put my decided that it would
be best to remove temptation, and at the same time improve my
appearance, by securing my over-sized clitty in my harness and
tucking it back away out of sight and reach. Otherwise my pent
up desire for orgasm might overcome my limited male ability to
control myself and get me into real trouble. Further, Mistress
usually finds me most pleasing in Her sight if i am at my most
feminine self in appearance. i then quickly completed dressing
by putting on my (short-skirted) maid’s uniform, stockings and
shoes and set out for the kitchen.

My morning duties begin with making coffee, setting up for
breakfast, and warming sweet rolls – if i’m lucky and/or
especially pleasing each morning i may even be treated to one
after She and Her Handmaiden have had what They want. Once the
coffee is ready i pour Her a cup, and prepare a tray with coffee
and a sweet roll for Her to have in bed to begin Her day.

- Continued –

Originally posted 2008-01-26 11:11:21. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Last night I got home early with a plan. I’d read on an excellent Yahoo group that some guys are able to escape the CB3000 and I thought I’d have a little experiment. There was no way I could pull it forward from the front with the Points Of Intrigue there but I tried to push my balls back through the cuff. With quite a bit of pressure my left testicle popped through and I was hit with some major pain between my legs. It felt as if my ball was going to explode and I had a deep, dull ache in the bottom of my stomach (any guy who’s ever been kicked in the balls will confirm this HURTS LIKE HELL!!!). I paused for a couple of minutes and started to try and push my right testicle through the cuff. The more I pushed the more it hurt and in dawned on me that there was no way it was going to pass through and join the other one…and even if it did how was I going to get it back on? At that moment I heard the front door and reaised Angelina was home. Quickly glancing at the clock I realised I’d spent nearly an hour on my futile escape attempt. I jumped up, suddenly remembering the dull ache in my balls, pulling my boxers and trousers back on, and went into the lounge.

Angelina glared at me and I panicked – how the hell did she know what I’d been up to?!? It turned out she didn’t, but there I was fully clothed minus my collar! She marched me back into the bedroom and ordered me to strip and then secured the collar around my neck.
“Wait here,” she said curtly and left the room, coming back in with the spatula from the kitchen.
“Please, not that again,” I pleaded, covering my crotch with my hands.
“Lie on the bed and take your hands away,” she ordered, before sitting on the bed.
“What the hell has gone on here?” she demanded, immediately noticing my left ball absent from the cuff.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” I lied, “It must have slipped out when I was at work.”
“Slipped out?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure it didn’t have any help?”
“No, I was in the office and I felt it move.” I figured I had nothing to lose. Thank god she doesn’t know about this blog!!!
“Well we best put you in a smaller cuff hadn’t we?” she replied.
She went over to the chest of drawers and got our handcuffs out of her knicker draw. She ran the lead from my collar down my back (and boy that steel is cold) and attached the handcuffs to the end. Ordering me to put my hands behind my back she snapped the cuffs into place before again leaving the bedroom.
She came back in with her purse, opened the small pocket at the back and brought out the keys to my padlocked CB3000. Sitting on the bed she reached out and unlocked me from my cage.
“Ergh, what a smell little willy!” she exclaimed, “Follow me.”
She took me into the bathroom and ran the basin full of water. Getting a sponge she lathered it up and then lathered it around my cock and balls. God it felt good – the first attention it had received since New Years Eve. Not surprisingly it sprang into life.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Angelina asked looking up at me and staring me in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I can’t stop it.”
“Well I can,” she replied, pouring a glass of cold water and throwing over my growing cock. Another glass followed it and an erection was “thankfully” (sic) diverted.
She lathered up my cock again and got a disposable razor and shaved the base of my cock and my balls. Of course a cnother couple of glasses of cold water were needed, before Miss A dried me off. She gave the CB3000 parts a quick was, dried them off and lead me back into the bedroom.
She got the box with the spare CB parts out and got the next cuff size down out (the middle size). Pulling my cock and balls out from my body she used her other hand to fit in, snapping it shut. Poking my cock into the main part of the unitshe used her index finger to stuff my cock as far down into it’s cage as it would go. The POI and the main pin were added and the padlock snapped back into place. I was surprised how tight the cuff was on me, when you see the cuffs together they hardly look any different, but now my balls bulged out even more than they had before.
I was sent to make dinner whilst Miss A went for a bath. After dinner she suddenly remembered I hadn’t had my punishment so the spatula was brought out again and I received six stinging stroked to my poor, exposed balls. The rest of my evening was spent tiding the bathroom (“Especially all that water you’ve got all over the floor!”) and then a basket full of ironing, whilst Miss A settled in front of the TV with a bottle of wine.

I woke up in the night (nothing new there then) with an intense pain in my genitals. It felt like I was being pinched either side of my cock. I went to the loo and the pain seemed to subside, but after I’d been back in bed for a few minutes it returned. I looked over at Miss A sleeping and knew I couldn’t wake her. God she looks more beautiful the more I look at her. I couldn’t believe my luck in being able to lie next to such a sleeping beauty. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t let her down again, and do everything exactly as she told me.

I woken in the morning I was rather alarmed to see my balls had swollen up and the pinching feeling a actually starting to burn. I told Miss A and was meant with “Oh well, you’ll get use to it.” Charming!

I’ve always been a rather arrogant and proud person but I was now exploring a new side of me. I was no longer the male peacock preening and strutting. I was learning something about being more caring and thoughtful…no longer putting myself first, but rather this beautiful and divine woman.

Originally posted 2008-03-22 04:00:12. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Well he’s actually left her. He didn’t go up to Manchester for work, he went up to see his ex…and to cut a long story short he’s decided he still loves her. I’ve had a warm glow all day, although Angelina is pretty cut up about it so I shouldn’t really be smiling so much and I resisted the urge to jump up and down when she told me – it’s quite hard to be sympathetic about sad news when it isn’t really, for me anyway.

We spent last night cuddled up in bed, her head on my chest whilst I stroked and carressed her hair. I told her he was an idiot and a fool but she did cry for over an hour, so part of me wanted to hurt him for hurting Angelina, but another part of me was so glad it was all over. She angrily said that all men were bastards and when I pointed out that I would never cheat on her or hurt her, she looked up and me and said, “I said men.” Lying there in a padded bra, knickers and a babydoll I couldn’t really say anything, but I have decided that’s is what I want – to be her man again.

Tonight I’m going to tell her. I’m not going to wear girls clothes or make-up anymore and I want to be released from the CB-3000. I’ll still wear it, to prove my love and commitment to her, and tht not all men our cheating bastards, but I want to be released at the weekends or at least once a week. I’ve tried to put a brave face on everything thats happened, and I do feel we have both learned lots already this year, but we don’t really have anything more to learn from chastity, at least not permanent chastity.

We are going to be a couple again, and whilst some of it has been fun, it’s not the wild and exciting fantasy people on the internet make out, I’ve really felt low and depressed at times, which I suppose in a way makes my mood now such a high.

Originally posted 2008-04-14 13:00:36. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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The other “New Years Resolution”, so to speak, is our new pet names for each other. Angelina decided that as she now “owned” me I should call her “Miss”, whilst she now calls me “Tiny” because my cock looks so “small and sweet” locked in it’s thick plastic shell.

So this week we’ve both one back to work. Miss has been working till quite late, trying to catch up after the Christmas Holidays, so once she’s got home and had her dinner she’s been far too tired to feel at all sexy. To be honest I haven’t felt too frustrated but maybe that’s because I know we’ve got the whole weekend of wild passion ahead of us – and I can’t wait.

Originally posted 2008-03-19 11:00:25. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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September 19, 2002. The CB 2000 came today at 1:30. By 1:40 I had it on. I quickly found that the 1 7/8 “A” ring seemed too loose. While I could not get the device off, I could easily pull my cock out and have it free. Next I tried the 1 5/8 ring. After a few hours it felt a little tight, and I tried the 1 3/4 ring. I found that I could still get my cock out, so I went back to the 1 5/8. With a great deal of effort, I could I could get my cock out, but not back in. Very soon I discovered the catch 22. The tight ring made my penis more sensitive and likely to expand, but the cage kept it small and encased. My wife was totally unaware of what I was doing. In the evening she went to choir practice. I went with my sister to buy her a new car. All the time we were discussing things with the salespeople, I couldn’t help being reminded of my chastised condition. When I got home I could stand it no longer. I got my vibrating wood sander and held it against the cage. What an orgasm. But then the guilt returned, as I realized that all I had done was to find a new way to masturbate. At that point I knew that I had to get my wife involved, and I came up with a plan. But first I took off the cage and cleaned myself of the mess. Then I got some black plastic electricians tape, cut pieces of it into strips, and wrapped the strips around the part of the cage right next to the locking pin. Wrapping made thick rings that made it harder for me to pull my cock out of the cage.

September 20. Last night was a trip. I woke several times. It’s part of a man’s life to have nocturnal erections. I still have them, although I don’t get very hard, I do get long. Each time my cock was trying to go long the cage stopped it. It was a new experience to be able to do nothing, as the insidious cage wouldn’t even let me touch my penis. And my penis was fully sensitive and wanting to be stroked. I found if I would get up and go sit on the toilet, eventually I would urinate and my cock would shrivel back to its flaccid state. Today was uneventful. I did attend the annual banquet of my golf league. Everything and everyone was normal – except me. My plan is to wear the chastity for a period of time without telling my wife, so that when I do tell her she will see that I appear completely normal to those around me and that no one could guess that I am wearing a locked chastity device. It became apparent to me that every day I would need to wash myself around the device and dry myself completely. Then a little Vaseline to the back of my scrotum to prevent painful chaffing. I am finding that the articles I have read are true. I do feel more romantic and tender toward my wife.

September 21. I spent the day doing normal things. Nothing much to note. I did do some walking and a small amount of bike riding. The business of the cock cage against a bicycle seat made for some interesting adjustment problems though.

September 22. This morning I was the Ritualist at church. I sat up front, next to the Pastor. I walked to the pulpit and stood behind it to lead the congregation in joint prayer and to read the Bible lesson. See – you can do anything while wearing the CB 2000 chastity device. Coffee and snacks after the service were normal.

September 23. We went to a friend’s house for dinner, and then played cards. Again, everything was normal, except for my awareness of my locked condition.

September 24. Tuesdays are bowling night for the both of us. We go to different establishments. Our son is on my team. While bowling I seldom thought of the device I was wearing. I do have to be careful when I sit down. The device causes the balls to hang lower and put them in position so that you could sit on them if you are not careful.

September 25. We are leaving on a five-day camping trip with our camping club. I plan to tell my wife everything when we get home. There will have been eleven days of experience by then. Before we left I gave my her the three keys that came with the chastity, and told her to put them where I could not find them. She asked what the keys were for, and I said that I would tell her when we got home on Sunday. Then some kind of expression crossed he face, and she silently took the keys from me. Later at the campground she started to cook dinner. As we used to do, I started kissing and blowing on the back of her neck. Without me thinking what the consequences of that would be, she did what she always used to do – reached behind herself and did a light grab on my cock and balls. Imagine her surprise when instead of feeling my soft cock, she got the hardness of the chastity cage. So right then and there I told her everything. My masturbation, guilt, net surfing, buying the chastity, printing the articles etc. She seemed almost pleased, because she appreciated the fact that I was concerned about her needs. She laughed when I dropped my drawers and let he see the CB 2000 in place. Then she realized that the keys were 140 miles away at home, and she and I would spend the long weekend with me quite locked up. Later we went to a friends trailer to play cards and didn’t get back to our unit till midnight. No problems, and my wife was pleased at how normal I seemed.

September 26. Today we went for a long walk, and then drove to a nearby state park. I could tell that my wife was watching me and checking to see if there was any indication of what was in my pants. There wasn’t.

September 27. A short bicycle ride proved that I could do that too. There was a problem in getting myself set on the seat of my mountain bike. But I soon got use to that. In the evening twelve of us went out to dinner. Again, it showed that you couldn’t tell my chaste condition.

September 28. Today we made a three-hour walking tour of a museum of 18th century replicas and shops. Again, no problem.

September 29. Back home I asked her to wash my genitals and clean the CB 2000. She did pretty well on her first try at getting the device off and on. We used antibacterial dish detergent on the cage. I had some problems with chaffing caused by the “A” ring, but a little Vaseline took care of that. I now wash my balls and as best I can around the cage area every morning, and put Vaseline over any chaffed area. This completely stops any serious discomfort.

September 30. Last night I thought I would finally be allowed to ejaculate, to have the orgasm I have been hungering for. Ha! I kissed her as the French taught us – deep and longing – and she responded fully. I caressed her entire body, especially her crotch. I nibbled at her nipples – played with her clit – used the cock shaped vibrator with the clitoral stimulator deep into her. I brought her to shuddering climax with moans and screams that were hardly faked. Yet all I got was a tender “Goodnight dear”, and a deep little chuckle. She had played with my balls and felt around the CB 2000′s cage. She could tell that all that kept me in check was that insidious cage. Then she said “maybe tomorrow she I’ll clean you, and give you a little fun”. During the day I had some serious pain where the end of the cage rides into the scrotum. I took and old sock and cut about four inches of the top end and put that around my balls so the end of the cage wouldn’t dig into them. Another problems solved.

Continued …

Originally posted 2009-04-12 19:46:29. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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