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A reader named “The Half Heard” wrote the following comment on the last Mail Chastity post:

With the security screw, do you ever experience it making it’s way loose on it’s own? I have that issue occasionally with the Jail Bird and the solution I found was I took the locking screw into the local hardware store, and found I think a 5/32 nut that fit on it nicely. Something along that size anyway!

Now that’s ingenuity for ya! 🙂

To answer your question… yes, the security screw on the JB does come loose. In fact, I know exactly what to do in order to make it finger-loosenable (I won’t describe it here, however, in order to avoid spreading “chastity cheating” tips). In all honesty, it comes in handy when ML wants a quickie with her toy: she sends me off to the bedroom and tells me to unlock and get hard for her so she can ride me. There’s no fumbling for a key, no wasted time, no awkward moments. It also helps when I’m too aroused to get the cage back on before I have to leave for work: I just take the cage to work and put it on during my first bathroom break (and text a pic to My Lady for her pleasure).

Now, some people might start crowing, “That’s not real chastity if you can just loosen the screw and unlock any time you want!” That’s only true if you’re considering “real chastity” as a physical entity only. I feel the mental aspect of it is just as important, perhaps even more so. Even if the post of the JB was welded to the cage, I could still pull out of the device and jack off. I wear this cock cage because it pass My Lady and I crave being under her sexual control, and that’s all that really matters.

With that said… THH has a great idea with the addition of a nut to the security screw (I can’t help but chuckle when I think about the “addition of a nut” to the chastity device). I just wonder if there would be enough counter-torque in order to disengage the screw from the nut. Maybe you’ll need a miniature wrench? Not sure. But, definitely great thinking outside the box!

My Lady hasn’t been feeling very well lately; she has been dealing with strong body aches and generalized overall pain from time to time. I wish I could do something to help her out and relieve her pain, but there’s not much I can do other than being supportive and loving whenever I can.
 
Our sexy fun play time has suffered greatly over the past few weeks because of this. It may seem superficial, but ML and I both agree that sexual attraction and physical intimacy is a very important part of our relationship. I can tell ML is getting worried that her physical issues are drawing energy away from our sex life. She doesn’t REALLY need to worry about that stuff – we can definite adjust to this situation, as we’ve been through much worse already – but it’s nice when I can help ease her fears when possible (and get her a little turned at the same time).
 
We were sitting on the couch tonight watching some TV before I had to leave for work, ML was resting her hand on my hip as I was laying on my side next to her. With the sole purpose of making her smile, I pulled the waistband of my shorts down to show her my naked ass. She giggled and squeezed my butt and gave them a soft slap with her palm. Her touch felt so nice on my naked skin, and a moment later I was up on my knees next to her on the couch, bent over the arm with my naked ass pointed in her direction. As her hands caressed my ass cheeks, I heard her make what would be best described as a half laugh/half moan, a sound that she often makes when she is surprised by just how turned on she is getting. It was music to my ears.
 
For the next few minutes, My Lady smacked my ass until I whimpered and tickled my balls until I couldn’t help but squirm. She gently stroked the base of my cock until I filled up my cage, and she teased the sensitive area between my balls and asshole until I was moaning into the couch cushions. “It’s so cute,” she said as she toyed with me, “I love to watch your ass twitch.” I couldn’t hold still as she brushed her fingers over my exposed skin, and she spanked me hard enough to make me yelp.

It eventually was time for me to get ready for work, but it felt really great to get those juices flowing between us again. It was also wonderful to see My Lady enjoying making my cage tight around my throbbing cock.

#Cheddar

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It’s been a crazy couple of weeks for us, the reason being that I’ve started looking for a new job. That alone would be plenty stressful. Most of the phone calls and interviews I’m doing end up being scheduled during the day, which piles onto the stress. I work midnights, remember, so I’m usually sleeping until the early afternoon at the least. A phone interview scheduled for 2 p.m. is just like waking up a normal person at four in the morning for a job interview. It should be pretty obvious why I’m grumpier than normal and my sex drive is running a little low.

It’s not all stress and madness, though. ML and I had a really good laugh at a really dumb thing I did, which helped lighten up the mood a bit.

I had a phone interview with an HR person at one of the places I was applying for. The conversation went pretty well, and we left off with the woman getting back to me at a later time to schedule a second interview.

I hung up my phone and went into the other room to let ML know the good news about the interview. I was feeling pretty good about things as I gave her the rundown of what we talked about, After a bit of explaining, I joked around a bit and started coming up with really stupid things to say that would make me sound like a crazy person. These things included (but were not limited to) pretending all I cared about was the money as well as speaking in hashtags. One example that ML and I couldn’t stop laughing at was “hashtag cheddar!” Then I joked around by looking at my phone and pretending that the phone wasn’t hung up.

I looked at my phone, and the phone wasn’t hung up.

A check of my recent call log showed that I had made TWO phone calls – the original call, and a second one immediately after that apparently consisted of me talking like an idiot and shouting out “HASHTAG CHEDDAR” while my wife and I laughed hysterically. Either this woman sat there and listened to me make an ass out of myself, or there was a 4 minute long voicemail on her phone waiting to be listened to.

Naturally, I freaked out.

After a few minutes of testing, it seemed as though my hashtag-speak wasn’t audible in the way I was holding the phone. That seems to be the case, as I have spoken to this woman again a few more times, and she hasn’t mentioned it at all. So either I got away with a huge near-fuck up, or she’s waiting to spring this on me during the salary negotiations in order to lowball me.

After a nice little period of “casual chastity” as I would call it, My Lady feels as though it is time for us to get back into the more intense schedules that we have gottten used to. Not surprisingly, I agree with her. Although I’ve certainly been horny over the past few weeks, but it doesn’t compare to the intense need I feel when it’s been months since my last orgasm… or, perhaps even weeks since my last erection.

That’s exactly where My Lady plans to start – I’ll be wearing the chastity cage 24/7 for a good amount of time, perhaps as long as July 4th, which is over 3 weeks away. ML also set July 31st as Maybe Day, although I’m pretty sure that will be extended.

As ML and I were talking about me wearing the chastity cage, I realized that we haven’t used the Revenge in quite a while. I was about to suggest that she use the Revenge during my long lockup, but we haven’t had the best results with that in the past, hygeine-wise. So the Revenge will have to wait its turn until after the holiday at the very least.

The Revenge is very useful when we are playing the “no look, no touch” game. ML enjoys the idea of denying me the ability to even see my cock, but the reality of it can become a real chore. Having to cuff me to the bed and blindfold me whenever the cage needs to be removed can eventually feel like a hassle. However, there has been one addition to our toy inventory that might avoid this annoyance: the stockade.

So, obviously, I’ve been fantasizing over the past few days about My Lady locking me in the stockade, removing the Revenge, and calmly going about her business as I struggle just to get a glimpse of my cock. She wouldn’t even need to blindfold me; the locking collar would prevent me from turning my head to see my penis. Of course, if she wanted to blindfold me, she could make it that much worse. Throw in the potential for stroking and edging me while I am harshly restrained, and it gets my heart beating heavy in my chest. She could even force me to watch her to get off inches in front of me as my cock twitches helplessly out of sight and out of reach.

Depending on how things go with some of the recent complications, it still could be a while before My Lady and I can try out a good “no look, no touch” run. If she’s going to deny me well past the end of July, as I suspect she will, then there will be plenty of time as the year goes on for her to mindfuck me.

It’s been quite a long week, with a family emergency requiring a mid-week road trip, which was followed by a busy weekend at work. It felt really great to blow off some steam by fucking My Lady from behind as hard as I could.

That’s right. 🙂

Last night, My Lady and I were enjoying some really good sex before I went off to work. God damn, her pussy feels so good when it squeezes my cock after a nice deep thrust. ML was being a little more vocal than usual; I’m not sure if the “free wheeling” policy of our chastity/orgasm denial play is loosening up ML’s ability to control her volume.

My Lady still hasn’t given me permission for an orgasm, so it quickly became time for me to stop to avoid cumming. As I pulled out, ML said, “Wait,” and rolled off the side of the couch. She keeled over the cushion and wiggled her sexy naked ass at me. I didn’t need any more explanation than that to know what she wanted.

I slid up behind her and positioned myself so I could drive my cock deep into her horny pussy. A few deep thrusts later I was right on the verge of orgasm again. I stopped to avoid cumming, and My Lady whined and began pushing herself back into me. “No, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“I can’t without cumming,” I replied. “Can I cum?”

My Lady moaned loudly and pushed herself back against me again. I asked her a second time if I could cum. “Yes,” she cried out, “fuck me… fuck my pussy HARD!”

I reached forward and grabbed her shoulders and thrusted as hard and deep as possible into her. ML yelped in surprise. After making sure ML wasn’t hurting (you have seen how big my cock is, haven’t you?), I started pounding her pussy as hard and fast as possible. It took only a few moments for me to fill her up with my cum. As I was cumming, ML began slamming herself back against me, wanting me deeper inside her. It felt wonderful, feeling my cock sink deeper into her pussy as I came.

My Lady was still pushing back against me as my orgasm finished, wanting more and more of me. So, being the good hubby I am, I gave her what she wanted. I pounded her even harder that I had earlier, and ML shoved her face into the couch cushion and began screaming in ecstasy. I fucked her even harder; this may sound bad, but I was trying to fuck her hard enough so it “hurt.” I wanted her to feel it now as well as later. Harder and harder I slammed into her, until I felt her pussy nearly crushing my cock as an intense orgasm hit her.

I fucked her right though her orgasm until her body started shaking and her moans turned to animalistic groans. I pulled out after a few more moments and simply watched her – her body was trembling and convulsing in post-orgasmic pleasure, and the sounds coming from deep inside her throat were so damn sexy, I would have fucked her all over again if I didn’t have to go to work (and, also, if I hadn’t just cum in her pussy moments before).

It always ends up being great fucking sex when we can really let loose and just fuck each other silly. It’s why I miss it so badly when I’m in denial.

One of the most important rules that My Lady and I follow is the concept of “Maybe Day.” We usually set a target date for my next orgasm, but ML is under no obligation to allow my next orgasm to occur on that day. She can make me wait longer if she desires, or have me cum earlier if she wishes. Basically, every day is a Maybe Day. What’s important is that ML is in charge and she gets what she wants.

This weekend, My Lady wanted to give me an orgasm. After 105 days of being teased, made to wait while my wife enjoyed orgasm after orgasm, it was finally my turn on Saturday night.

I had the feeling that this moment was sneaking closer and closer. My Lady had been making comments for about two weeks about how good it would feel for me to cum and how badly she wanted to feel it. With three months of denial in the rearview mirror, I was in no condition to argue with her. Then, last week she mentioned how she might let me cum over the weekend. I was excited (of course!!!), but I did my best to not get my hopes up too much. After all, ML truly an expert in mindfuckery, and this could have been a ploy to make me that much more crazy horny.

Contrary to what you would have expected, there was not a big deal made out of it. There wasn’t a hot scene prepared with bondage and teasing and all that, we were both craving the simple closeness of being with each other. ML instructed me to remove my cage and we began having sex. Just like the many times before, I was close to orgasm before even a minute passed. Slowing my pace, I held on for a little while, thrusting my hard cock into tight wetness. I looked into her eyes and I told her that I needed to stop.

“Wait,” she told me, and patted the bed next to her. “Lay behind me, I wanna spoon with you for a little.”

I laid beside her on the bed and cuddled up behind her as I felt her hand guiding my cock into her pussy again. It’s such a different feeling, entering her from behind. It gets to me so much quicker. I only had enough time to slide my hand up from her hip to cup her tit before I felt my orgasm rushing towards me.

“Please can I cum?” I whispered in her ear. She paused for just a moment, then let out a soft moan.

“Yes,” she answered, “do it.”

I didn’t expect it to happen so fast; I thought maybe I would have another few thrusts before I came. But almost exactly when she said yes, I felt my entire body shudder as I had my first orgasm in over one hundred days.

My body shook and I squeezed her titty hard as my hand clenched involuntarily, but my hips kept thrusting my cock into her pussy, filling her with long stored load of cum. After a few moments, I could feel my cock get really sensitive, especially the head as it parted her pussy lips and drove deeper inside her. The sensitivity was almost too much to handle, but I couldn’t stop thrusting, nor did I want to. It felt just too damn good to stop.

Instead of stopping, I started to laugh. It felt like the most natural thing to do; everything just felt so good at that moment, that was the only thing I could do. Even when I was finished with my orgasm, I was laughing softly as noticed my body was as tight against ML’s body as it could be. Afterwards, I found out that she too had an orgasm, triggered mostly from the intensity of the situation and feeling my reaction to what was happening. I was happy to hear that, only because I couldn’t really control much of what I was doing once I started cumming.

We made love once again in the early morning, before the kids woke up, and ML allowed me to have an orgasm once again. This time I was a little more under control, and was able to enjoy the feeling of her pussy squeezing me as she came herself. We haven’t had sex since, because of events with the children or due to me being caged – the steel tends to be quite the deterrent when it comes to PIV sex, but sometimes the children can be even more effective!

So now the big question that is probably on your mind – and is CERTAINLY on my mind – is how long am I going to be waiting this time around? Well, it’s probably not going to be anywhere near as long as my last few stints: My Lady has already mentioned that we may take a break from the denial portion of our play for a bit.

Now don’t get worried like I did when I first heard this! I thought she meant she wanted a break from everything we have been doing. Not so, she explained. She just wants a break from doing things long term. She may tease me from day to day, and make me wait a few days here or there, but she misses being able to have me whenever she wants and not be holding off for a certain amount of time. And she DEFINITELY wants to keep up the chastity! I completely understand what she is feeling, and I agree. I miss not having to stop less than a minute into sex day after day. I have a feeling I’m still going to be kept extremely horny by ML’s sexiness and nonstop teasing. I’ll just be getting my pleasure a little earlier than I’ve grown accustomed to. And when we are ready for another long term go at it, we will know it. We are having waaaaaaaaay too much fun to stop what we’re doing now!

So don’t get TOO jealous when you read about me having orgasm after orgasm. After 105 days of denial, I’ve think I’ve earned a little bragging rights!!!  😉

Nothing all that out of the ordinary happened during the day Monday, unless you count constantly being teased by My Lady out of the ordinary (which I don’t). She was extra-secretive about it, however, sending me texts across the room or sometimes even a silent head nod when she wanted to take me into another room and tease my cock.
 
ML started the day early, meeting me in the kitchen before I was even able to make my breakfast. She squeezed and massaged my balls through my shorts while my daughter was watching TV before her homeschooling started. I was nervous about being found out, but ML used her eagle ears to keep us safe while she made my knees nearly buckle underneath me. I was already semi-erect after waking up, but her touch had me hard and throbbing within moments. She kissed me and left me there trembling as she went into the other room to start her day.
 
Later on in the morning, ML set up our daughter with an assignment and signaled for me to meet her in the kitchen again. I was two steps behind her. Once safely in the other room, she spun around and slid her finger inside my mouth; it was already wet with her delicious pussy juices. As I sucked her finger clean, she reached into my shorts and began to stroke my stiffening cock. My hips began to move against her hand, but she stopped before I was able to start enjoying it too much. She exited the kitchen to continue her work as I stood there with the taste of her pussy in my mouth and my cock dripping precum into my underwear.
 
My Lady’s sneakiness didn’t end there.

That afternoon, ML sent me a text while the kids were playing video games:

Meet me in the bedroom in 3 minutes.

When I walked in the bedroom, the first thing I saw was my wife’s perfect sexy ass, naked and bent over the side of the bed. “Come here and give it to me,” she said. I was rock hard in seconds, and my cock was in her pussy just a few seconds later. I was pulling her hips back against mine, driving my cock deeper into her with each thrust. I was only able to go for a few seconds before I felt my orgasm sneaking up on me and I had to pull out to avoid cumming.

ML turned around and began to squeeze and rub my slick cock with her hand. Her touch felt so nice after being in her pussy, I began to moan; I wanted to cum so badly. Then I heard My Lady’s voice in my ear, urging me to stay quiet. She hushed me as she put a finger to my lips. “Shhhhh,” she whispered, “not so loud. You don’t want the kids to hear, do you?”

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I struggled to stay quiet as ML teased my aching cock. She took me right to the edge before releasing her grip and walking to the bedroom door. “Edge one more time, then put your cage back on before you come out,” she instructed. The edge came quickly, and I was overflowing with precum by the time I was soft enough to wear the cage again.  Back in the living room, My Lady gave me a wicked smile, knowing exactly what was going on in my mind and body and knowing that she was the one causing it.

My Lady and I figured it was time, so we went out and got us some new pussy in the house.

Meet our new little kittens, Pepper & Coriander!

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We could only go so long after we lost our good old kitty before we felt the need to have pets in our house again, so ML and I took a trip to the local shelter with the kids in tow. It didn’t take long for us to find these little guys. They are two brothers in a litter, so they spend about 70% of the day wrestling with each other. They are so much fun to watch!

They’ve only been in the house for two days, and they already feel like part of the family.

Yeah, I know… not any sex talk in this post, but I just wanted to share how freaking cute these kittens are! Plus, I couldn’t resist making the “new pussy” joke. 🙂

My “weekend” started last night, finally getting a night off of work to spend with my lovely wife. Earlier in the day, we stopped off at the wine store to refill ML’s supply of alcohol. She also picked up a couple bottles of flavored shots for me. We had plans. 🙂

What an awesome fun night we had! We started getting our drink on while watching Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol; after a couple of shots/glasses of wine, we were laughing and joking about how Tom Cruise has a running scene in every movie he’s in (seriously, what’s up with that??). The next thing I knew, ML’s feet were in my lap, squeezing my cock through my underwear. She had me squirming almost immediately with the way she was working me with her toes.

It felt really great, but the alcohol was opening up so many more feelings than usual. This time, I felt really deep frustration from waiting so long since my last orgasm. It has been over three months, after all. I started whimpering and pleading, not even about anything specific. I was just saying, “Please, please…”

I saw in My Lady’s eyes exactly how turned on she was getting from my begging. In one semi-smooth motion (she was pretty well drunk, after all), she leaned over and gave me a deep, wet kiss as she fished my cock out of my underwear and gave it a tight squeeze.

When ML and I get drunk, we get real horny and real loud. Soon both of us were moaning and breathing heavy as she continued to kiss me as she straddled my lap. She kissed me hard, still stroking and squeezing my cock. Suddenly, with an almost angry-like growl, ML jumped off of my lap and onto the floor. Before I had a chance to say anything, My Lady grabbed my cock and shoved her mouth down on it.

I know that is a weird way to describe it, but there really is no other way.She didn’t suck it into her mouth, she didn’t give me a blowjob; she nearly attacked me, using my cock to satisfy her craving. It was crazy, watching her be so aggressive.

After she was done sucking my cock, she sat back and we watched some more of the movie… yes, that also seems weird, I know. But this is kinda what we do when we get drunk: we go back and forth, yet there’s a sexual charge in everything. ML sent me to get her another drink, and when I returned she was laying on the couch with her legs spread and pussy exposed. I knew immediately what she wanted.

I licked her pussy as well as I could while under the influence (which isn’t much worse than my sober pussy eating). After a few minutes, ML pulled me up and demanded that I fuck her nice and good. I thrusted my cock into her pussy fast and hard, but I could only manage a few strokes before I felt my orgasm coming on. Again and again I edged myself inside her pussy, until I almost pushed myself a little too far. To be safe, I pulled out quickly and jumped off the couch. ML rolled to her side, into a kneeling position over the front of the couch.

When I saw her ass bent over the couch like that, the animal in me took over. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my cock, pushing into her as deep asi could. She squealed, possibly loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but I didn’t mind. I began pounding her from behind, slapping against her ass with each thrust into her wet pussy. I realized the alcohol was helping my “staying power,” so I continued fucking her even as her moans got louder. It wasn’t long before I felt her pussy gripping my cock as she came hard. I wasn’t prepared for that, and I had to pull out quickly one again before losing my load of cum inside her pussy.

It was another crazy night for the two of us, which is pretty much standard when we have one of our drinking dates. I’m home again tonight, and I asked ML earlier today if things were going to be a little calmer. She responded, “I dunno! We’ll have to see!” I guess I should be prepared for anything, as usual. 🙂

One of our Tumblr followers (tumblers?) asked the following question:

How do you find the Jailbird? Was it worth the money?”

Rather than be all, “Go check out my Jailbird review post,” I decided to answer this a little more directly. Whether I like the device is not quite the same as whether or not it’s worth the price tag.

Is the JB worth the money? Short answer: yes. Long answer: yes, if you are using it for more lengthy chastity periods.

The Jailbird’s most value comes from its long term durability. It’s literally as strong as steel; as long as you don’t attack it with a blowtorch (not recommended, especially when in use), your device should hold up fine. Issues with cracking and/or breaking that come with the territory with other devices are non-existent with the JB. Cleaning maintenance is also a breeze – you can scrub it, soak it in soap and water, or you can even throw it in the dishwasher!

The one situation where I wouldn’t necessarily recommend the JB is in the case of casual or short term chastity sessions. If you are only wearing your chastity device for a few hours at a time, you can get the same results with a CBX or a BON4 at a more affordable price. It’s a lot like bowling – if you’re just hanging out and having fun, you can use an alley ball; if you join a competitive weekly league, you might want to get your own equipment.

And yes, I purposely used an analogy involving “balls” and “equipment” to make a comparison to chastity.