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.

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.

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.

Hopefully.