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.

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Punished.

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.