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Literal answer to rhetorical question alert!

chas·ti·ty
ˈCHastədē/
noun
the state or practice of refraining sexual intercourse.

As I was putting my cage on after shaving yesterday, I started thinking about exactly what this is that ML and I are doing. It’s easy to call it “chastity” but is it really that?

As you can see from the definition above (thank you, Google), chastity usually involves less (or perhaps even no) sex. Since ML began locking my cock in a cage, we’ve been have more – and BETTER – sex than ever. That’s like the opposite of chastity!

My Lady is in complete control of when and how much sex we have. And keeping my cock locked up all to herself gets her pretty damn horny, so we end up having sex pretty often. The cage doesn’t even stop her from having my cock when she wants it – she will have sex with even even while I’m caged, and she loves every minute of torturing me like that.

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You cannot imagine how frustrating it is to feel her warm wet pussy on my cock, yet I’m still unable to get hard. My cock certainly tries, but always fails. ML has has many orgasms on my caged cock as I throb helplessly against the steel. It often feels like I could cum, but it’s only wishful thinking. I’m left as frustrated as ever, often with a painfully full cage as ML drifts off into blissful post-orgasmic sleep.

So, we will continue to call it “chastity,” even though it’s something different at the heart if it. It’s not about refraining from sex; if anything, it drives us to want it more. For us, it’s about control. ML controls me sexually, not just my orgasms but even my erections. She will have sex with me when she wants, whether she allows me to have a erection or not.

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With all of the craziness of the moving and the new job and all that stuff, I feel terrible that I haven’t had the opportunity to write all that much lately. I guess getting 3.5 hours sucked out of your day just by simply commuting to work doesn’t leave all that much time for horny thoughts.

But then again… when you’ve gone without an orgasm for 176 days, those thoughts find their own time. 🙂

Now that we are settled in our new home (or at least on the way to getting there) and my work schedule is a little more stable, there will be a hell of a lot more time for me to write… and plenty of time for me to dwell in my own crushing horniness.

Yesterday, ML and I completed a major goal for ourselves in making the apartment our own – we got the new bed fully put together, placed the box spring and mattress, and finally got it “sleep ready.” We’ve been waiting so long! We finally got it done. We also had to test out if “sleep ready” also meant “fuck ready.”

Any excuse, right? 🙂

Good news to report: it passed with flying colors. No crazy kinky sex, no bondage or restraints or anything (yet)… just the regular damn fucking good amazing sex that ML and I can’t seem to stop having.  🙂 It felt so damn good, I had to text a video to one of our good friends, just to share the joy.

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Enjoy, my good friends.

I think that getting…

Oh God… fuck, my wife has an amazing ass….

Ok sorry, I got distracted… as I was saying….

There was a moment during last night’s sex where I really felt that I wanted to cum. So far, yeah I’ve wanted to cum, because almost a full half year since I’ve done so, duh… but I’ve also been enjoying the denial so much, and the novelty of a year without orgasms has always made it a “yeah, we’re gonna do it” thing. But last night… it was different.

Last night I really wanted it. I wanted to say “fuck it, getting this far is enough, I really need to cum.” I seriously contemplated just continuing fucking ML until I came inside her, and I’d come up with some sort of excuse later on why it wasn’t my fault (“I swear, honey, I tried to stop, but…. El Niño!”).

I think the whole “settling in” and actually having a place to live now is not just allowing me to get back to normal, but all of the feelings that have been put off for the past handful of weeks are rushing back in one big wave. ML and I had a little bit of “standing against the kitchen counter” sex this morning, and I whimpered when I had to stop. It hasn’t been this bad in a long time… ever? Possibly.

My Lady is worried that my horniness has plateaued… I think there’s still plenty of Mt. Horniest to climb. 🙂

Last night, ML and I got our first chance to try out the more “interesting” features of our new bedroom set. The fact that it’s not fully put together yet didn’t stop us – the bed is not ready to support our mattress yet, but at least the frame is up. My Lady used this frame to string me up and have her way with my defenseless body.

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The upper supports of the bed are pretty strong – they held up well when I pulled against them. They obviously won’t be strong enough to fully support my weight for true suspension bondage, but they will definitely be useful for ML to restrain me in many different ways.
Last night, ML cuffed my hands above my head and began rubbing her hands all over my naked body. I could feel her energy growing quickly as she touched y skin, sending shivers all over my body. She lightly tickled me, and I could only stand there and squirm. I could tell ML was very excited; she was like a kid with a new toy, she couldn’t decide how to play with me next!

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ML pulled my legs back a little bit, forcing me to stick my butt out in order to maintain my balance. She then started rubbing her hands over my ass, squeezing it as she whispered in my ear how much she loved my ass. Then she swatted my ass, giving me a good hard spanking and making my ass sting.

ML spanked me pretty hard; it had been a while since she really laid into me, and I could tell she had some “urges” she needed to address. 🙂 I’m sure she would have hit me harder if she had her paddle at the ready, but my ass was still very red and tender by the time she was done with me.

(Sorry, no good pictures of my reddened ass cheeks… We still need to get a lamp for our bedroom)

After giving me my good hard spanking, ML decided to “reward” me with some hardcore cock teasing. She kneeled in front of me as she stroked my cock, looking deep into my eyes as she edged me over and over. I couldn’t help but try to thrust into her hand, searching for any stimulation that would give me a dearly needed orgasm.

Sensing that I was wanting more stimulation, My Lady fetched her wand and began using it on me in conjunction with her stroking. Soon I was moaning and shaking, softly begging ML for… I’m not quite sure if I wanted to cum or wanted her to stop. Either one would have been good, but she did neither. She continued teasing me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm with each edge.

Finally, ML pushed me just about as close a she could without giving me a true full orgasm. She stroked me to the perfect moment, until one more stroke would drive me over the edge, and stopped… but she let the wand continue to work its magic on my tortured cock for just a moment longer.. Just as my cock began to throb, she removed the wand. I moaned in incredible frustration as my cock spasmed, bobbing in mid air as it made its futile attempt at cumming.

After a few seconds, ML grabbed my cock at the base and slowly squeezed up to the tip, pulling all of the ruined-orgasm cum out of me. She even gave me a little bit more of the wand treatment, causing me to wiggle and squirm in post-ruined-orgasm torment. My Lady was so turned on by having me so helpless and having such control over me that she laid back and treated herself to a wand-assisted orgasm while I was forced to watch from my restrained position. It was incredibly frustrating, but also incredibly sexy.

It was great to see that our new bed is going to fit our “specialized needs.” Once we get the mattress up on the bed frame, it will be exciting to see what types of fun we can have!

So the past couple of weeks haven’t been all that easy. Getting acclimated to living in someone else’s house hasn’t exactly been “smooth.” It’s difficult for me to relax and feel comfortable when I’m not in my own environment. Sex aside, it’s been a difficult transition. It will be better in a couple of weeks when we finally get our apartment.

Focusing on the sex – despite the situation, ML has found ways to keep me sexually frustrated. Whether it’s waking me up with a teasing handjob or having me fuck her with my caged cock until she cums all over me, her teasing has been very effective. And, unlike the apartment situation, it’s only going to get worse as time goes by.

It’s getting close to five months into the year and still no orgasms for me; ML is still determined to have me go cum-less for 2016. I’m not even halfway through the year and I’m already dying for an orgasm. My balls are almost constantly sore and feeling very full. At this point, I really need a good draining – whether or not I get an orgasm with it kinda doesn’t matter. I mean, obviously it does… obviously I’d love a nice hard intense orgasm right about now. After 142 days, who wouldn’t?

My Lady and I really enjoy looking at our naughty pics and sex videos. ML gets turned on by my naked body, and I get horny as fuck when ML gets undressed. We even get turned on watching ourselves have sex in the mirror from time to time. It’s a damn sexy sight to see.

Wouldn’t you agree? 🙂

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(First off, apologies for the lack of posting lately; it’s been very busy here at the LMnC household getting ready for the upcoming move)

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It’s so interesting how chastity has changed my life.

I never thought that seeing dents in my cock would make me feel sexy, but they do. I love the look of the marks that my chastity cage leaves on me after I take it off. It reminds me that, even though I might be unlocked, My Lady still owns my cock. She still controls it, whether it’s free from confinement or underneath steel bars. The effect is still there.

It was truly fortunate that My Lady found chastity and decided to give it a try. That decision changed so many things in our lives for the better – our sex life improved, along with our emotional bonds with each other. It’s a part of our lives that we would never take away.

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It kind of reminds me of my chastity tattoo. It has become one of my favorites that I have, for that reason – it symbolizes the choice I made to turn control of my sexuality over to ML. She chose the design, she chose the location, and I accepted it… and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

It’s so perfect, sometimes I think to myself: were we destined for this? Is this exactly how we were meant to be with each other? Were we fortunate, or was this situation blissfully unavoidable?

When I get thoughts like these, I can’t help but think of my “chastity scar.”

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That right there, is where the base ring of my chastity cage sits. It’s very faint, but you can see the skin is raised very slightly and barely discolored. It’s not a major injury or anything, it doesn’t even hurt or cause discomfort. It’s the result of my fairly large cock struggling against the bars and ring of my chastity cage. I never really expected it to happen, but now it’s a part of me.

It’s funny how chastity has changed me – from the “in the moment” feelings, to the changes I hoped would occur, and even those changes that I never could have expected. It’s also amazing how pretty much all of these changes are for the better.

WARNING: OFF TOPIC POST AHEAD! 🙂

(And also, Walking Dead spoilers, but that should be obvious)

I didn’t want to write a blog post about The Walking Dead finale, mainly because it’s a major off-topic tangent for this blog. I did want to get my idea on record, however, so I would look like a genius months from now when I was proven right. So, instead of posting, I explained my theory in a series of tweets after the finale. I decided to post it here, after reasons that will become clear later. For now, I will explain my theory on who got Lucille’d.

First off, let me say that I feel the ending sequence of the TWD finale was brilliant (how they got to that point, not so much). It reminded me very much of the ending of the Sopranos: How do you film something that EVERYONE has a different idea of how it should look, so there is no good way to film it? The answer – you don’t. You let the viewer experience it. The thematic connection between TWD and the Sopranos is no accident, here.

The central theme of my theory is the concept of establishing first person view shots. The Sopranos did this in the diner scene perfectly, and TWD started this immediately with the opening shot of the episode.

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This mysterious shot was later revealed to be the viewpoint from inside the van holding the characters who were captured. It would only become clear how important the use of first-person point of view would be until the very end of the episode. I propose that this view is from the same person that ended up being killed by Negan.

With this info, we can now narrow it down to four characters – Daryl, Michonne, Rosita, and Glenn.

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(Note: I do not think it was a coincidence that two of the characters most-wildly rumoured to die were chosen to be put in that van, for this specific reason.)

But wait a moment… who is that we see just as the van doors are opening?

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That’s Daryl’s hair seated in front of the doomed-to-die character. Since it’s impossible to see the back of your own head, that makes Daryl safe.

So, who’s sitting behind Daryl in the van?

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None other than Rick’s latest love interest, Michonne (apparently, being Rick’s girlfriend has become a survival risk). You can see here that her viewpoint is exactly where it should be for the first person shot – behind Daryl, slightly above his head, leaning softly forward to center her view in the van. Michonne is also placed to Rick’s right in the execution lineup; Negan slightly motions to the left when mentioning Rick during the final scene.

INTERJECTION TIME!
The reason I decided to post this was because  I was doing a little searching for TWD finale theories, and I came across a website claiming to have a brand new theory based on “first-person” view. Brand new? That’s an interesting way of describing it. The website was also using pretty much the same screenshots I referenced in my tweets. Interesting…. I guess? The funny thing is that the website doesn’t flat out commit to Michonne being Negan’s victim. The reason for that is that they didn’t rip off the entirety of my theory. There’s more… more that just about seals it up in my mind.

During Negan’s “Eeny Meeny Miney Moe” game, he gives each character a good, menacing, up-close look at Lucille. He intimidates each person, pointing the bat in their face, leaving them to wonder if they will be the one who gets it in the end. But watch it again, and pay close attention: every character gets a shot of Lucille up in their grill EXCEPT for…

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… I wouldn’t have built it up so much if it wasn’t MICHONNE. There is not ONE FRAME where Lucille is in the same shot as Michonne.

So, Negan threatens everyone but Michonne with the bat? No, that doesn’t make any sense. Besides, we get a really good look at when Negan points Lucille at Michonne:

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The whole ending scene is filmed brilliantly. The main focus isn’t Negan at all, it’s Lucille. The bat almost seems to glow in Negan’s hand as he threatens each character with it, and it was a deliberate decision to avoid showing Lucille and Michonne from a third-person point of view. If that did occur, it would break the subtle connection between her first-person view and the weapon itself.

Stylistically, Michonne is the only one that makes sense. Plot-wise, Michonne’s death would have the biggest impact on the storyline (giving Rick major motivation for revenge against Negan), without risking losing a huge chunk of the TWD fan base (as killing off Daryl would do) or losing credibility with the audience (as a post-death-fakeout Glenn exit would do). It also doesn’t hurt the theory when you consider that in real life, actress Danai Gurira has a growing Broadway project, as well as a new movie to work on.

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I may or may not have mentioned this before, but My Lady has amazing titties. 🙂 I love to grab them and squeeze them and lick them and suck on them. They are so fucking perfect! ML is very well aware that I’m obsessed with her big boobs, and she uses them often to tease the hell out of me.

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And she's really good at it.

What drives me crazy is that ML loves it when I play with them! She knows that it drives me crazy, but I can tell it also turns her on because it feels good. Sometimes she will moan softly in my ear when she’s rubbing her boobs all over my body, and she loves squeezing her cleavage around my cock for a nice good tittyfuck.

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Caged or uncaged, makes no difference to her.

Last night, she was extraordinarily evil with her tit teasing. We were snuggled up in bed and I began to massage her boobs. ML knew I was getting turned on, so she took advantage of my unlocked status to have me edge for her. To frustrate me even further, she instructed me to edge as I stroked myself over her titties.

God, it felt so good and it was so bad at the same time! Instantly, my body identified the position as the “I’m going to cum all over ML’s tits” position… which would have been so much better that edging myself! To make matters worse, My Lady was massaging and squeezing her tits together, asking me if I wanted to cum on them and telling me how good it would feel to cover them with a big load of cum….

I was in AGONY. I wanted to cum so bad. It didn’t take me long to edge, and ML had to physically remove my hand from my cock when it was time to do so. ML is certainly an expert at using her body to drive me sexually insane!

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ML and I have been enjoying my days off during the week. Not having the kids around has allowed us to have some fun that is edgier than what we can normally do (even with the kids sleeping). This last day off, ML took the opportunity to give me some time locked in the Bitch Tamer stockade.

I got into position, and ML cuffed and locked my wrists and ankles to the steel frame. Then she took a belt and used it to strap my hips down tight to the waist pad so that I couldn’t move at all. It was very exhilarating to have no control over what My Lady could do to me, no way to move to avoid (or get more of) any sensations ML wanted me to feel.

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ML began by getting her paddle from the dresser and giving me a good spanking. She started off with some semi-gentle swats, but soon her excitement drove her to spank me harder. The paddle was hitting me with a loud smack, and I felt the sting beginning to build. Each swat hurt just a little more than the last, and I was soon wishing that I could move even just the littlest bit to react to the pain. The waist pad and belt held fast, holding me still and giving ML a nice easy target to aim for.

Only after I began to yelp after each swat did ML finally show me some mercy. I could feel the heat from my nicely reddened ass as she walked around me, dragging her fingers across my back and making me shiver. ML reached into our “bondage bin” and took out some rope and walked around to the back of the stockade. I had only a moment to wonder what she was doing, then I felt her hands on my cock and balls. She wrapped the rope around the base of my balls and cock, looped it around the tip of my cock just under the head, and then pulled the rope up my back and tied it to the belt strapped across my back. This pulled my cock backwards between my legs, providing a little extra ache to my already frustrated and desperate cock.

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Once she had me tied up, ML sat on the edge of the bed, just barely within reach of my face. She spread her legs, showing me her extremely wet pussy. I instinctively tried to lunge forward, but restrained as I was, I could barely move. The only thing I succeeded in doing was causing the rope to tug on my cock and balls. ML looked down at me with a knowing smile. “Come on,” she said, giving her pussy a pat, obviously instructing me to try my best to lick her.

I strained as hard as I could, pulling my cock backwards even farther in the process. I was just barely able to reach her pussy, licking her clit with the tip of my tongue. I could tell ML was enjoying teasing me in this way because I could feel her pussy pulsing from just this little amount of contact I was able to manage. After a minute or two, ML leaned back, moving her pussy just out of range. She rubbed her clit, bringing herself to orgasm just inches away from my face, forcing me to watch every moment of her orgasm.

When ML had satisfied herself, she turned her attention back to torturing me. She untied the rope and began to stroke my cock, which was already dripping with precum. She stroked me hard and fast, and I tried with all of my might to thrust down towards her. It was God awful frustrating to not be able to thrust into her hand; after two and a half months without an orgasm, I needed a good hard fast cum. Not being able to move, I was completely depending on ML to deliver that badly needed orgasm… I knew deep down, however, that it wouldn’t likely be the case.

ML continued stroking me, taking me right to the edge of orgasm… and she continued stroking me until juuuuuuuust before my cock began to spasm. She let go at the perfect moment, before my orgasm started but too late for it to stop. I groaned and my body shuddered as I suffered through an intense ruined orgasm, trying to move even an inch just to get some sort of touch to make the orgasm a little more pleasurable. But the cum just poured out of me with no orgasm whatsoever.

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ML still wasn’t done with me; she was going to get her money’s worth with her monkey locked up. When my cock was finished with its ruined cum, she began to stroke me again. This time I was even more desperate to thrust into her hand, because now I knew what was coming… ML was going to ruin me again. I couldn’t thrust towards her, I couldn’t shy away… I was just there, subject to the ruined orgasm that I knew was only seconds away.

The second ruined one was worse. Once ML realized that I knew it was coming, she dragged it out even longer; she slowed her strokes, pushing me right up to the edge and holding me there for a few moments before slowly pushing me enough to just barely start my orgasm. Then she gently released my cock from her grip; the absence of touch was excruciating! I tried as hard as I could to thrust anywhere, rub my cock against anything… all I could manage was to shake the stockade a little bit. When my cock began to throb, I hung my head in defeat, and I had no choice but to watch as the cum dribbled out of my cock once again.

I think ML was interested in playing more, but unfortunately “real life problems” began to kick in – my elbow began to feel stiff and painful. It’s going to be so great when I don’t have to worry about my elbow hurting during extended bondage sessions! Although, maybe it was a blessing… who knows how many more ruined orgasms I would have had to endure before ML was through with me!

Joey, one of our readers, wrote to us the following:

Mr monkey, 
I’m just curious what’s the longest mrs monkey has ever kept you locked up in chastity?

First of all, there’s no need for formalities. 🙂

I’m guessing that by the “longest” I’ve been locked up, you mean the longest 24/7 chastity term I’ve gone through without being released.

The longest ML has kept me constantly locked was a little over three weeks – to be honest, I’m not sure of the exact amount of days because we’ve done it a few times already. Each of the last two times, we’ve set out aiming for a month but we never quite make it that long. ML just can’t go on that long without my cock 😉

Joey also asks:

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ow exactly does blue balls feel to you and do you ever get them?

After two months of not cumming, of course I get them!

The good thing is that it’s not a constant feeling that I deal with all day long. I really only feel it when I’m sexually aroused – which is to say that I feel it whenever My Lady is near me. 🙂 It’s not the painful agony that most guys expect or imagine; I would describe it more as an ache, kind of how a minor muscle bruise would feel. And much like a bruise, the ache gets deeper the more you pay attention to it – that’s one of the reasons ML takes every opportunity to remind me of my situation.

Thanks for the questions, Joey!