It’s only day 4…

I--m-Not-Touching-YOu--Can--t-Get-Mad-I am currently serving a chastity sentence for defiant behaviour.  I have a total of three weeks lockdown, no touch or play too.  Only Mrs EDC can choose to suspend this (I wish) or utilise me for her own enjoyment.

Last night, she decided that I was to be tortured in a most unusual way.  Let me hearken back to childhood.  Remember the days when someone would come up to you and put their finger as close to you as possible and say ‘I’m not touching you?’  It was really annoying right?

Well she did that last night.  For pretty much near 30 minutes, I was subjected to the insane cravings of her playful hands but they were just out of reach of my cock.  It was the most frustrating, sublime teasing I’d experienced so far.  The absence of actual sensation combined with the anticipation of feeling something, anything was both torment and amazing.

It’s like when being blindfolded and subject to anything Mrs EDC cares to do.  I have no idea what it coming next.  But this time the anticipation of things was placed directly in front of me, yet I was denied that very sensation I craved.  She told me to look and see what she was doing, simulating masturbating me, stroking my shaft, all the usual things she would do to drive me wild – but no contact was made.

It might be something worth trying in your tease and denial sessions – the anticipation for me was palpable, and I know for certain Mrs EDC will be doing this again.  Especially during punishment times.



Yesterday, despite all my efforts to please Mrs EDC with household tasks, I did something frivolous and silly.  It got me a punishment.  I’ll go into that shortly.  It took her a little while to think of the punishment, and although I feel it’s a little excessive to the crime, I’m not really in the position to argue.

As part of a reward, I was allowed a release.  I may have even been allowed some form of an orgasm.  I’ll never know now, because I was stupid horny and did something which I know regret.  When we play together, I would often indicate my horniness by ‘dry-humping’ her upper leg as we lay together.  It was an inside joke between us, a way of showing affection and joking about how we can become like animals in the heat of passion.

Well, she decided she didn’t want that this time.  She asked me to stop.  I didn’t – at least not immediately.

It felt so damn good – the closest I’d been to getting PIV sex for some time, as she had mentioned it as a possibility.

After the third warning, she simply said, ‘You’re being punished now.’  A few minutes later, I received that punishment.

I’m most definitely in jail now.

Two weeks constant lockup.  No playtime release, only scheduled clean release.  I now regret it.  No playtime release means no stroking of my shaft by her, or the delicate, tender tickling.

I’ve not been punished in this way – all other ones have usually involved doing extra housework so far.  So this introduces a different dynamic to the chastity play.  There will be no orgasm at all for a fortnight now.  It’s nice to actually know I won’t be getting this climax for a fortnight, but also horrible too.  I won’t be getting any sort of unlocked fun for a fortnight.

Unless she shows mercy and changes her mind.  That’s highly unlikely though, as Mrs EDC can often be a firmly resolute woman when she sets her mind to things.  All this means is I’ll have to try harder to find mercy from her, however unlikely.

Some may think this is a light punishment, others a little too strict.  We are looking at boundaries of what makes a good punishment (as well as rewards) and will see how this one works out.  If I’m not insane and gagging for an orgasm by the end of it.  Which I am right now.

Longing for summer sun (and fun)

Summer – sun, sea, sand and still no sign of any sex 🙂

Summer.  Sun.  Seasides.  Sweet sweet relief from winter.

If you’re like me, you’ll understand the predicament of being locked chaste during winter months.  Cold air means contracted ballsacks, which means burning pains every now and then.

My work takes me outside on numerous occasions.  The cold, biting wind, chill air conspire to make by testicles attempt to shrink back into the body, only to be prevented by a ring of steel.  This ring of steel bars the balls from my body’s warmth, meaning they are left high and dry in the cold of my pants.

The side effect is also horrible – my sack will tighten as much as possible, the scumbag of a brain not realising that the balls cannot retract further.  The pod bay doors are not opening, so to speak 🙂

The tightening causes the typical burning sensations similar to that of the morning erections, that marvellous biological alarm clock our bodies develop when locked up.  The only sweet relief is to put something warmer on.  That’s where my second problem lies.

When I am out walking, as my work requires (typically around 2-5 miles at a time before a nice warm break at home) – I get warm.  Any exercise does this for me.  Now I’m not unfit, but I do sweat, no matter the exercise and the weather.  The problem comes that my body then tries to cool down – I swear my skin turns to ice.  Mrs EDC thinks I am actually freezing cold, when in fact I am roasting hot.

So, cold skin equals… ?  You guessed it.  Even tighter skin on the balls.

I’ve been out in a cold day today, and now I’m sat with a hot water bottle in my crotch getting every loose once more.  The burning has gone, the balls are loose and jiggly once more, and I am content.  I’m tempted to stuff the hot water bottle in my pants for this afternoon’s outing.

Thermal underwear, multiple layers, windproof clothing, I’ve tried them all.  The only weather where my balls are consistently hanging low, is the sweet heat of summer.  My longing for warmer days increase as much as my horniness for Mrs EDC the longer I’m locked, and I really can’t wait.

But to finish, I’d like to know what you, the dear chaste readers to do circumvent the irritation of tense ballsacks in winter.  Any underwear recommendations?  Any clothing suggestions?  Or should I be content to continue and soldier on… maybe keeping the hot water bottle stuffed in the pants…!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments.

Devious Deviations

tumblr_static_tumblr_static_filename_640Mrs EDC goes through periods of uncertainty.  As a very vanilla wife, any form of kink or straying from the ‘norms’ of sex have to be almost continuously affirmed.  For example, PIV sex is difficult at the best of times owing to an emergency hysterectomy performed many years ago.  So I suggested other ways for her to have her fun – after all, I have always believed in equal pleasure shared between partners.

One such suggestion was a hitachi-style wand.  I managed to affirm this through a hysterectomy forum, where other couples used them as a substitute for intercourse.  So we did that.  She enjoys it – it really brings her off, and she’s taken to using it on me.  But it took months of convincing that it wasn’t a bad thing to do.

So when male chastity came around, I took great lengths to explain that, no, denying me my orgasm was actually beneficial – it removed selfish attitudes I had towards sex.  It improved my attention upon her.  She saw benefits, but still it took time to get to where we are today.

A woman who now takes great delight in trying to find ways to tease me.  I’ll admit, I did (sort of) top from the bottom by presenting some advice for key holders, filtered to suit her vanilla mindset.  I made sure that although I got the gist of the contents of that advice, that it was up to her what she does from it, or that she takes ideas as cues to develop on her own.

So I’ve found this out to my cost.  She’s been practicing – telling me little quips about my locked cock, asking how tight my skin is (I’m a tight ballsack kind of guy), teasing me as she knows how in order to provoke e an attempted erection and the associated discomfort (still a pleasurable squeeze in my cage).  She’s eager to arrange playtimes to try out the teasing games – which I look forward to with both excitement and dread.  She mentions the key at various random times – where did she leave it?  which key was it?

When we were dating, I knew she was devious.  I used to stay at the farmhouse where she lived and she would put objects in the bed for me to discover – we slept separately at that time – and my feet would chance upon a cold object at the foot of the bed.  Tricks were played.

So I relish and fear the deviousness that I have reawakened in my keyholder.  She knows she can be merciless – the rules stipulate that I cannot argue with her.  Of course, she also understands my limits and knows exactly how for to push them so it remains fun for both of us.

I have a plan for this house… and for you.

Words that both inspire and cause fear at the same time.  Mrs EDC is enjoying this very much.  She loves the power, craves the attention and we are growing closer together – at least as much as I am able, and she allows.

She has banned me from any fondling, and must now be on invite only.  If my behaviour changes, this new rule in our marriage may be relaxed.  Until then, I must be invited – I cannot ask to caress the beautiful body of my wife.  I must work harder to get in her favour.

Less talk back, less sarcasm should be the change in behaviour I think she expects.  It’s harder for me as she is not letting on what exactly needs to change.  So I plan to tackle each area of my attitude towards her to work it out for myself.  Show I am the good slave to her whims.

I have my chores for today – which may come with some reward.  Or they may not.  The expectation I have is that there is a reward, but I must also face the fact Mrs EDC may change her mind – and she has the perfect right to do so.

The sexual dynamics of our relationship have actually changed for the better.  She loves the attention – even if it’s for me to get my orgasm.  There’s the learning curve she has to maintain in order to keep me interested, to keep me on the edge of overwhelming desire.  I love her very much regardless of this game, this lifestyle – it shows commitment to her in our sharing of this – I have the cage, she owns the key.

A little history is required here – I may never be able to have PIV sex with her again.  Not because of this chastity game, but owing to some surgery she had.  It makes it difficult, uncomfortable.  It’s not impossible, and she has been loving enough to allow this to happen.  My own desires not to hurt her have meant it’s not always been successful though.  However, she is more than happy to hand job me, a sensation I absolutely love – she pumps away happily knowing she is pleasing me.  I in return have the ‘magic fingers’ apparently – and have often brought her off in explosive ways with my wandering digits.

So for me, a release and her delicate (or even merciless) touch is an immense reward in itself.

Maybe, just maybe if I complete her ‘plan’ – she may yet give me the pleasure of a full orgasm.  Or maybe she won’t.

I just don’t know, and thats the thrill of chastity.

Rewards, Punishments and Control

Yesterday I got my scheduled release, mostly just to inspect, make sure everything’s okay and have a good, thorough clean and allow my skin to breathe a bit. No playing though, and to make sure Mrs EDC supervises.

However, I was also due a reward, so I was allowed to stay out for a few hours. We had some kiss and cuddle time alone upstairs, but I was given strict rules not to fondle at all. A week without release was the punishment. Eventually I was allowed to touch her lovely breasts through the babydoll she was wearing, but if I my hand seemed to grip or play with her, that would incur another punishment.

Guess what?

I failed.

So tonight I am having to clean the entire bathroom as my punishment. I am not allowed to put my hands near her breasts for 48 hours. This is incredibly hard for me as the morning cuddles usually involve this at some point. It’s automatic for me. If I were to fail in this, then 72 hours would be added.

Also, I have no clue on the next release for playtime. We have two rules – one for me, one for her. Mine is Rule 1 – scheduled cleaning with Mrs EDC present. Rule 2 is any release or playtime is up to Mrs EDC, and for her fun only. I have become a tool for her entertainment.

The case in point is the recent messaging – a complete surprise from my otherwise vanilla wife.  There have been some very intriguing messages, ‘sexting’ if you will – knowing full well that all she has to do is give slight mention of anything sexy, and it has it’s desired effect on me.  I cannot do a thing about it.  She does have a very mischievous streak in her, and having such a simple, open-ended rule where she makes the rules is providing very entertaining for her.

I have little clue how far down this path she will go – she made mention that it has made her a lot happier, and I quote – “Having the attention and power helps too.  Having so much fun with it and it’s helping our relationship too”.

We have struggled with our relationship only in terms of intimacy, because it’s been difficult.  Depression, stress and also having to work through an emergency hysterectomy kind of kills a love life for a while.  But we’d dabbled in chastity before, and made it too complex.  Making it simpler means that Mrs EDC is now properly in charge, both of rewards, punishments and everything in-between.  It leaves me powerless in the sexual dynamics of our relationship, with only my ability to please her in whatever way I can find being my only shot at being released, and maybe, just maybe, getting an orgasm.


Rising Frustration

We were on our way to visit a friend, and during the drive we started to talk about the ‘game’. It involved what kind of torments could be dreamt up – you have to remember Mrs EDC is a very very vanilla woman. It took me months to get her to really accept me being locked up and now considers it ‘normal’ and ‘much better’.  See attached screenshot of part of our messaging to each other.

But the conversation nearly stalled – she doesn’t like doing things she considers ‘cruel’.  So I made the illustration with one of her favourite things – Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream.  How I would buy the Ice Cream, remind her frequently I had the Ice Cream, if she wanted some she would have to make me happy.  And, for example, if she did something really good, and was promised a bowlful, I would change my mind and let he have only a spoonful.  Because I was in charge.  It seemed to work.  She got the idea of something pleasurable being dragged out, because it keeps you hanging on, hoping for more.  Teasing, denying, allowing frustration to rise like a tide.  I like making illustrations to emphasise a point and this got it across perfectly.

Showing my wife the ropes in a way that means she works it out for herself is important.  We don’t want to fall in to the trap of ‘topping from the bottom’ once more.  Rule 2 applies.  Rule 2 is simple – anything that happens is at her discretion.  Rule 2 is not about me – anything that goes on is for her pleasure and fun.  Rule 1 is mine – a simple allowance for release, clean and inspection before being tossed back into the personal dungeon of the chastity cage.  There is a sub-rule to this that it can only be done with Mrs EDC present, lest I become too wayward with my hands.

Not only that, Mrs EDC has to learn my limits, as much as I have to learn hers.  Yes, I would love her to spank me, discipline me – but that’s a limit I cannot reach at this moment.  She must learn my limits of sexual frustration, and also to learn to enjoy teasing me, leading me on a path that finely balances pleasurable torment for me, as well as how much is ‘enough’.

She gave me some simple tasks when we finally got home – which I did without complaint, and to the best of my abilities.  She asked me to put the clothes washing away.  I carefully folded everything, put on the right shelf/drawer, eager to ensure that she would not be disappointed with my efforts.  That got me a kiss.  She gave me a bigger task for which she promised a ‘good reward’.  There was also the subtle reminder that she may ‘change her mind as she see fits’.  Hot damn I love her.

So I have a task today – to wash her car.  Not a problem – it’s much easier than washing a motorbike (which I ride).  Cars have lots of smooth surfaces, motorbikes…. don’t.  She initially promised release and fun.  After our discussion, she’s obviously given it some thought.  Now I’m promised something as a reward.  I have no clue what that is, what it entails.  The only thing I know is that if I get it done before my scheduled release and clean, I may be allowed to stay out for a little longer.

It’s both terrifying and tantalising at the same time.

This was a woman who I really had to convince it was okay to use a blindfold in lovemaking foreplay.  Maybe that might happen.  Maybe not.  It frustrates me immensely, makes me horny all the more, ever eager to place her so she may show some leniency to my poor cock trapped in it’s metal prison.