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.