Male Chastity

I recently had another opportunity to experience being the cuckold. I am the boyfriend and I was cuckolded by the husband. Isn’t that the way this is supposed to work? In our relationship it is, at least some of the time. The reality is that neither Jon or I are “Bulls,” we are both submissive to Michele and we do what she wants. On this particular day she wanted to be filled by a big cock. So, I got to be the one to get everyone ready and clean up after.

Michele and Jon were on the bed naked, I was not only locked in my steelheart but I stayed clothed, there was no need for me to be naked. I wasn’t being used for anything more than a tool in their desire. It started by Michele instructing me to lick her pussy, while I stroked Jon’s cock, getting them both ready for the sex we were all eagerly awaiting. I quickly got into position between Michele’s legs and started licking her pussy. It didn’t take long at all to get her nice and wet. The hardest part for me was stopping. I love licking her pussy so much and want to give her an orgasm so badly but that is not what I was there for either. While I was licking Michele’s pussy, I was stroking Jon’s cock with my right hand. I don’t know if it was my hand on his cock or just the thrill of watching us but it was pretty hard when Michele was ready. I used my mouth to gently wet the tip of his cock with my tongue as my lips were wrapped around the tip. Jon was definitely ready to go after that.

They were both ready, so I helped guide Jon’s cock into Michele’s wet, waiting pussy. I say I guided it but, really, they were both very ready so it didn’t take much. Then, I sat to the side quietly where I had a good view of what was happening and watched as Michele had a nice orgasm and came on Jon’s big, hard cock.

Once Michele was satisfied she told Jon to fill her pussy with cum. She said she wanted to feel him cum deep inside her. Jon was happy to oblige and quickly filled her with a large load of hot cum. Jon hadn’t been allowed to orgasm in quite some time so his balls were very full of cum. As he pulled out, I positioned myself for my turn. I moved to a kneeling position at the foot of the bed. His cock was covered with cum, his and Michele’s. She can really cum a lot and I could tell that she did. I took a minute to clean Jon off first. I started by licking the cum off the shaft of his cock, starting near the base and ending with my tongue on the tip of his cock. Then I wrapped my hand around the base and pulled towards the tip. A nice big drop of cum came out of the tip of his dick. It was actually more than just a drop, it was enough that it was about to drip off the end. I couldn’t let that happen so I quickly licked the cum off the tip and wrapped my lips around the head of his still hard, very large cock. With my tongue just resting on his frenulum, I again used my hand to pull any remaining cum that was in his cock out onto my tongue and into my mouth. I gently sucked as I pulled my lips from around the head of his cock to make sure nothing was left behind. It’s possible that I was also trying to give Jon one last little bit of pleasure before he was done. I’m pretty sure he was left wanting a little more.

I wanted a little more too. A lot more actually, so I turned to Michele who was laying on her back now near the end of the bed. Michele wanted more, too and had enough waiting, she told me it was time to take care of her. I started, as I often do, by using my tongue to take nice long licks starting below the opening of her pussy and working up to her clit. I widened my tongue out and took gentle but firm licks to make sure I got any cum that might be trying to drip down and escape my reach. After that was under control I moved my attention up to her clit, licking and gently sucking making sure I got any cum that might still be there. I usually try to make sure to focus there since it is so enjoyable. Then I moved back down to the opening of her pussy, covered her opening with my mouth and tried to lick the cum out of her hole. At this point, Michele pushed all the sex out of her pussy into my waiting mouth covering my tongue with a mixture of her cum and his. I’m pretty sure we both enjoyed this very much.

Once Michele was cleaned up I tried to continue to lick her pussy for as long as she would let me. Sometimes she will cum on my tongue again, giving me even more to clean up and the incredible satisfaction of bringing her pleasure. Other times she will simply tell me I’ve been a “good boy” and it’s “time to be done” because I am, after all, her cum slut and there to clean up. 

After we were done, they got dressed, and we all went and sat on the couch in the living room to relax and recover. I basked in the wonderful sub space I was in. I am sure I had a big smile the rest of the day.

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John

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Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about hard limits in BDSM and how they can change over time and whether I like that or not. When we started out on this journey, we went through a few of those checklists you find online. Back then, we didn’t know much about fetish and kink… some, yes, but we were young, naive, and didn’t have the internet! The lists asked us to mark each item as a Yes, No, or Maybe, helping us define our boundaries and preferences. Over time, many of the Yes and Maybe items were tried – some we loved, some we didn’t – and a few even shifted between the two. That third category, “no way am I into that,” has changed too, showing how trust, consent, and experience can shift our BDSM boundaries in ways we never expected.

I have seen chastity being called the “slippery slope” before and I’m not sure if that’s completely true or not. I really think that once you begin to accept yourself for what you enjoy sexually, you begin to open up to other thoughts and fantasies. You are introduced to ideas you may not have thought of and some you might want to try out for yourself. What I’ve realized is that most hard limits in the beginning are not about the act itself. They are about identity.

When we first label something as “absolutely not,” it is usually because it threatens how we see ourselves. It challenges our story. The strong man doesn’t submit. The independent woman doesn’t control. The respectable couple doesn’t do that. Those aren’t sexual boundaries. Those are ego boundaries and ego boundaries are loud. Here’s the thing no one tells you when you start exploring BDSM: safety allows curiosity. When trust deepens, the nervous system relaxes. When you feel seen and not judged, you can examine a fantasy without it meaning something catastrophic about who you are.

That’s when limits start to move.

Not because you were pressured. Not because you were coerced. But because the fear that held the line in place softens. Chastity is a perfect example. At first glance it feels extreme. It can look like humiliation, like loss, like giving up power. For many men especially, it confronts cultural programming head on. Sexual access equals masculinity. Control equals strength. So locking that away feels like erasing part of yourself. But, when it’s chosen, when it’s consensual, it becomes something else entirely.

It becomes “intentional vulnerability.”

And vulnerability, when offered willingly, is one of the most intimate forms of power exchange. It says, “I trust you with the part of me that I was taught to guard.”

That is not a slippery slope. That is a door.

The deeper psychology behind a lot of what we do is not about pain or denial or control in isolation. It’s about transformation. It’s about taking something that once felt shameful, forbidden, or threatening and reframing it inside a container of consent and devotion. The brain is incredibly adaptive. The more positive reinforcement we experience around an act, the more the emotional charge shifts. What once triggered discomfort can begin to trigger arousal. What once felt scary can feel intoxicating. That doesn’t mean every hard limit should disappear. Some should remain firm and respected forever. Some may never have been true limits to begin with. They were unexamined fears.

I think growth in BDSM mirrors growth in life. The more secure you feel in who you are, the less rigid you become. You can hold paradox. You can be powerful and surrendering. You can be nurturing and sadistic. You can deny pleasure and still be deeply loving. So when a “never” becomes a “maybe,” I don’t see that as sliding downhill. I see it as self knowledge expanding. That expansion only happens when communication stays honest, when consent stays enthusiastic, and when both partners feel safe enough to say yes or no without consequence. Hard limits in BDSM should evolve intentionally, not impulsively. They should be revisited with conversation, not assumed. And they should always be rooted in mutual desire, not silent expectation.

Because the real depth of BDSM is not found in how far you push a boundary.

It’s found in why you want to move it at all.

What’s on your “Yes, No, Maybe list?

Michele

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This is a light story about my experience with airport security.

As you may already know I don’t live near Michele and Jon. They live in Texas and I live in Virginia. Michele and I do a lot of traveling to see each other and because of the distance this always involves travel by air. I don’t live with anyone, have no kids at home, no pets, and a reasonably flexible work situation so I tend to do a lot of the traveling. I like it this way because I worry a lot when Michele is traveling.

When we first started making these trips I would unlock myself using my “emergency” key before I left for the airport. If I was leaving on a weekday evening that meant I would unlock in the morning and be that way all day. I would have my Steelheart in my backpack. Once I got through security at the airport I would find a bathroom and put my cage back on.

I really don’t like the feeling of being unlocked. I especially don’t like the feeling of being unlocked without Michele being the one to do it. Chastity is a core foundation of our relationship dynamic. Not being locked in my Steelheart causes me to feel a little anxious and separate from Michele, not under her control. Of course I would never do anything that I am not allowed to do but the cage not only enforces that but it reminds me of who I belong to. That my sexual pleasure is not for me to decide, it belongs to Michele.

I also don’t like re-locking. I like being locked again but I don’t like the process. I have a fairly small cage and it takes a bit of work to get myself in to it. Once I am in it takes a while for everything to adjust back to the way it should be. Sometimes this can take hours or longer. It’s not painful, it just isn’t comfortable, it isn’t “right”. And then I would get right on a plane and sit for three hours. Not exactly the time you don’t want to be comfortable in your cage.

It didn’t take long for me to get tired of doing this. I just went and checked, it was after my fourth trip, so eight times through TSA security. I decided I was done with it and was going through with my Steelheart on. If I got pulled aside I was just going to tell them I had “semi-permanent body jewelry”. I know that many in the kink community say not to put your kinks on someone else that hasn’t consented to it. And I agree, to a point. I feel that the security checks are an invasion of my privacy and I only consent to it because it is required in order to fly. Obviously I am not going to put something in anyone’s face and would be as discrete as possible.

So off I go to the airport. I have my emergency key just in case but I am locked up tight. I am a little nervous, less than I thought I would be, but I was committed. I had TSA precheck by this point so normally I would go through the metal detectors. I knew there was pretty much no chance of that not going off but I went through anyway. They really don’t like you to go straight to the full-body scanners. I told them I had metal in my body (true but in my arm not my groin area) and they sent me to the full-body scanners. Nervously I stood in the machine with my arms over my head as they scanned my body. I stepped out and waited for the results, the screen came up green “clear”. And that was that. I went and caught my flight. About as uneventful as it gets.

Since then I have taken more than 120 more flights over three years. Most of them of them were direct non-stop so even accounting for the occasional connecting flight I have been through TSA security over 100 times with absolutely no issues. I have had a pat down at least twice. Once because they didn’t have a full-body scanner and once because something was indicated on the scan. I don’t remember where it indicated but it was not my groin but close. Luckily for me this didn’t happen until I had already made many flights so I was very comfortable going through security locked.

After a couple of months of going through security without issues I turned my emergency key over to Michele. I haven’t had an emergency key, or a need for one, for almost three years now. Apparently Michele is much stricter about security than the TSA.

I have become so used to it that I literally forget that I am locked and don’t even think about it. There is an amazing feeling of comfort in knowing that my normal of being locked in my Steelheart really is just normal. I don’t get anxious or worry about it, I can just be me.

Now there have been some fun experiences going through TSA security. I have some funny stories about the times that I did get patted down and Michele and I both have some fun experiences with “toys” that we brought with us in our carryon luggage. I will save those for another post in the future.

As always we love feedback, please leave a comment or send us an email

John

Before I get too deep into my post…

Please note the name in the author line! With all of the changes on the blog nowadays, I figured I would throw one more at you: me, cagedmokey, SHALL BE HENFORTH KNOWN AS…

JonMustWait 🙂

Why, you ask? Well, you’re in luck because I just happened to be writing a post about that very subject!

With the… ahem… “expansion” of our kinky lives over the past little while, Michele has been able to fulfill her desires in different ways involving both John and me. John’s focus has been more about chastity (along with some other things we will get to, in good time), while my focus has shifted more towards tease and denial. What this means for me is that my cock spends a lot less time being caged…

And a lot more time being endlessly edged over and over to new and deeper depths of frustration.

And I’m not complaining! Well, I’m not complaining much… except for when I’m desperate for an orgasm, and Michele tells me no while at the same time not letting my stop having sex with her. To be honest, while I enjoyed the chastity components of our lifestyle, I always got more enjoyment and excitement out of the orgasm denial aspect.

Now, this isn’t to say that I won’t be wearing the cage anymore. In fact, there may be a new cage to show off in the near future 😉 All this means is that my focus is going to be more on denial and control… of my orgasms yes, but also a lot more than that. You’ll still hear about how Michele delights in denying me, telling me no, and telling me I need to wait for what I’m so incredibly desperate for.

Ooo I’m so excited! We got an email recently from one of you lovely keyholders asking some very important questions. I decided to make this another one of the famous “Mail Chastity” posts so that it could be helpful to, not only the person asking, but to the many readers and people out there on the internet looking for the same answers.

So JustUs wrote telling me about how they want to be their best (leading/keyholding) self for their partner which I think is amazing! They feel like it’s becoming a largly chaotic duty without some direction or road map or guidelines to adhere to.

To follow are a bunch of questions I pulled from the email that but the extremely short answer is: it’s your life, do it any damn way you want and no one can tell you which way is the right way – you make the rules! You make this exactly what you want it to be, the way it works for you, your partner and your kinks.

Should we have a Chastity Contract/Agreement?”
We started out with a contract in the beginning… I don’t know that a formal written contract is necessary for everyone but what I do know is important is shared and agreed upon expectations. What I mean is that you as the keyholders and the person wearing the cage have responsibilities and it’s important that everyone understands what is expected of them from the beginning. When we started it we reviewed our contract or our agreed upon responsibilities often (once a month) as things were going well that interval got longer and longer. As we settled into our lifestyle there was really is no need for that since… It’s just life now.

Do we need to have punishments and rewards?
This is 100% up to you. I’m not all about rewards and punishments and stuff like that. I’m simple, follow my rules. You violate the rules, the cage comes off and we are done. I don’t play games, I don’t like bratty bullshit, I don’t find it funny. It’s perfectly fine if people like that and find it cute and want to correct and punish and like that stuff. Please, Don’t get me wrong at all! It’s just not my choice so… The answer is, you choose. Yes, you can make rules and have punishments for when they are broken and rewards for when things are followed or however you want to dole out rewards or you can skip all that. Whatever makes you feel happy and fulfilled as a keyholder.

Are we going to have daily routines or rituals, schedules?
Rituals… That kinda reminds me of pro dommes and not a loving lifestyle marriage but that could totally be an aspect of keyholding that you want and that’s OK, again… This is what you make it. As far as routines, yes, I think routines are probably very good to have in the beginning, until things settle in and become more natural. When we started out we had a notebook and we journaled (feelings, what was working, what wasn’t or things that might be tough to say out loud) often – this was a requirement in our contract, certain phrases being spoken, always doing a certain task… Those specific things can help be a reminder and training tool to help set the lifestyle up for success… On both sides.

I found one woman who had a spreadsheet of all her Caged Cock’s daily tasks.
Personally, that is entirely too much work… Are you looking for a job or to enjoy your man in chastity? I could never do something like this. To me, this is meant to be enjoyable, exciting, arousing… Not work, not daunting, not something I have to sit around constantly coming up with ideas about and thinking about how I’m going to make it work for him… It needs to work for you… It’s not about him. Now if making spreadsheets is a kink of yours then by all means, open excel and go for it. Just remember, this is for your enjoyment, your pleasure, your attention. This is not for you to spend hours coming up with ideas to make it for his pleasure or even displeasure. Work together in the beginning, come back together a few times to find out what is and isn’t working and reconfigure as you need to but ultimately… This is yours to make your own and create something beautiful for you. Make him work to give you the pleasure, the arousal, the excitement.

How will we decide when and for how long he will be in or out of the cage?
You decide – 5 min, 5 hours, 5 days, 5 weeks, 5 months, 5 years! It’s all up to you… No one can tell you the answer to this. Obviously, at first it will come down to wearablility of the cage, how you want to do this, is it a lifestyle? A weekend thing? A bedroom game? Do you want to be in control all the time? Sometimes? Have the key? Give a girlfriend the key? Offloading the decision making can take pressure off but also take away some of your control. Rolling dice to decide a length of time isn’t you deciding but some people have a hard time telling their spouse No, you can’t be unlocked. Or, you have to be locked for a certain amount of time so they let something else decide. Overall, you are still in control because you are deciding what you want to control and what you choose not to… Letting dice or a wheel spin or punishment or reward decide is still controlling and still making your keyholding and chastity journey your own.

**which BTW I don’t think your AI dice game was a waste! I think it’s great to research and find ways like that to help along the way when you might need it! Use it, whenever you feel you want to… No right or wrong – you make the rules!

I’m sure I’m completely overthinking this. I’d love to hear any words of wisdom, advice, relatable experiences, or helpful resources that might help me get out of my head and just enjoy this new adventure.
Yes, lol you’re totally overthinking this… But aren’t we always?? 😂

I hope somewhere in here I was able to help you out and give you some good advice! Check out Episode 3 of our podcast. It’s about praise and reassurance and it’s just me talking to other keyholders and who knows, it might be helpful! Also, the Mistress Ivey books are a great resource… Take what you can use and leave what you will… As much as I love the work she did I disagree with it being presented as the one and only way you should be doing things. There is no should… Only could, because this life is yours and your partners and it needs to be by you, for you.

Good luck to you both and please come check in with us and let us know how things are going and what things are working for you!

It is time for an introduction. I started a long post about how we got where we are today. Then, I decided that can wait, first I should give you an idea of who I am.

If I had to choose a single word to define myself, it would be submissive. This is not a phase and not a bedroom preference. It is who I am at my core. I have known that I was meant to be submissive since I was a teenager (and that was a very, very long time ago). In many areas of my life, I am strong and capable. I make decisions, I take responsibility, and I lead when necessary. And still, when it comes to Michele, I surrender completely. That surrender does not diminish me. It centers me and gives me purpose.

I live the BDSM lifestyle. I am owned by Michele. This is not something we role play or visit when it feels exciting. There are no scenes. No timeouts. No pretending. This is twenty four hours a day, three hundred sixty five days a year, woven into how I wake up, how I move through the day, and how I go to sleep.

As you can see in my avatar I am collared all the time. Not only symbolically, but also literally. And I wear a cage on my cock, always, but you probably already figured that out. These are not accessories or occasional reminders. They shape how I think, how I feel, and how I exist. They remind me of who I belong to and who I am. They are a part of me.

There is a lot more to me that I’m sure we will get into over time and throughout our upcoming posts, such as the fact that I am a masochist. Pain gives me strength. I am energized by pain. Not any pain, but pain given to me by Michele. I need to receive this from her as much as she needs to give it to me. We fit perfectly.

Pain gives me strength

I am also a slut. I like being used. Sexually and otherwise. I love to serve Michele in any way she desires. Sometimes by giving her a mind blowing orgasm (often more than one) or by doing the dishes or putting away the laundry. It is all satisfying to me. At times she likes to have me do things to entertain her or just keep us connected. Sometimes it is to remind me that I am hers. Sometimes it is simply to keep us connected. Whatever the reason, I do it willingly and happily.

None of this is small to me. Every act, intimate or ordinary, feeds the same need. To serve. To please. To be useful. To submit.

This is who I am. As I said, there is a lot more, the rest of the story will come, no idea if I will. 🙂

Please comment or email if you would like to know more before my next post.

John

It seems strange to describe my current situation as “chastity” since I haven’t been wearing the cage for M for quite some time now. But it does apply, sort of, once you understand the thought process (and potential sequence of events involved).

You see, even though I haven’t been wearing the cage for M, we still haven’t had penetrative sex of any kind for a very long time – on the scale of months, at least (not even considering M’s recent recovery time). So while I may not be in physical chastity, I’m still being kept denied. And yes, I know… this isn’t “chastity” in its strictest sense. But we have discussed plans for reducing the sensations that my cock experiences in different ways.

We have talked about a possible future where my cock gets minimal to no “skin to skin” contact – either I’m only allowed to be touched through clothes, with sex toys, or with gloved/covered hands. I will be denied the warm touch that I will soon grow to crave; only allowed the feeling of cold, clinical plastic or latex. Perhaps M will make me earn physical touch on my cock… or perhaps deny me indefinitely….

At the time, following through on this idea is not feasible. But the idea is out there… and it does get me aroused any time I think about it. Why does the idea of my cock not receiving any real physical stimulation for unknown and extended periods of time? I’m not quite sure. I guess it’s the same thing that excited me about wearing the cage for M – it’s the control, the denial, and the eventual desperation of needing something so badly that I can’t have. What would I do to get what I’m so desperate to have?

There may be a point in time when I find out the answer to that question.

Many people are out there wondering – I know, because I’ve received a lot of emails from people like T and David S. asking – exactly how does this whole thing work? How do I deal with and handle the fact that my wife has a boyfriend? And how does this dynamic work into our kink lifestyle?

Well, starting with the “real life” stuff: it wasn’t easy at first. It took a lot of work – a lot of which I’m not sure I (or anybody) is willing to go into yet – but it essentially came down to this: both John and I love M; and if she is meeting both of our needs, is there really a problem? Knowing that Madam truly cares for each of us uniquely (as well as both of us together) is what makes this work.

In practice, that means each an understanding that we are each valuable and needing time and attention. That means date nights for both him and me – it’s a little more difficult for them, with the distance involved, but it’s important to prioritize. It also means taking the time to bond as a group – going out on a date with the 3 of us, spending time together, etc. These things help build trust within our dynamic, as well as a comfort level that is needed in order to enjoy….
Other things.

Speaking of those other things….
One may think that, because my wife now has a boyfriend, that I take the cuckold role; others may think that, because he spends most of his time locked and I don’t, that I would assume that role. In reality, neither is correct – there is an interesting fluidity in the roles we take (other than M being the dominant, of course). Depending on her mood, my wife will have sex with John while I’m only allowed to sit and watch; she may also have me ruin my orgasm inside her pussy so John can clean up the mess that is left behind.

There’s no “set in stone” way we handle things – it is very much “in the moment” and very much “M-driven.” And trust me, she enjoys it this way! She likes the idea of being able to deny both of us… or, for that matter, enjoying us both at the same time!

It wasn’t easy getting here. But the way it works is that we concentrate on each others’ needs, communicate clearly and openly… and most importantly, focus on enjoying the experience (however it may go in the current moment).

There’s a quiet kind of allure in power – one that hums beneath the surface rather than flashes in bold strokes. It’s never just about the lock, the key, or the cage. It’s in the anticipation, the glances, the knowing smirk across the room. For me, that’s where some of the real seduction lives.

When my husband and I first began exploring male chastity, it was thrilling and raw. We played with duration, with denial, with the rules. There were weeks, months even,  when he was locked and utterly at my mercy, and I loved every second of it. But something began to shift in me. Tease and denial took on a new tone. It wasn’t about how long he could go locked; it became about how long I could keep him in that delicious state of arousal, balanced on the edge and aching. Oftentimes I’d let him out but not let him have. That, to me, was power. And it was intoxicating.

But as life often does, it moved – fast and full. Let me tease you a little before we get any deeper into denial, and talk a little about the reality of living this life. It’s not all perfect fun and sexy games. That’s something we’ve always wanted to make clear here from the beginning. Right after moving into the second house in Indiana and getting through the crazy world we all lived through in 2020 the kids were hitting middle school, then high school. Between school activities, multiple work & teaching schedules, sports practices, my own health issues – which were many and a big struggle – and the daily chaos of life, the hours I once spent plotting sensual mind games became precious and rare.

And I won’t sugarcoat it… those hot, teasing nights happened less and less. Not because the desire disappeared, but because the space for it shrunk. My kink didn’t die; it simply got quieter. It rode in the backseat while I drove the family minivan… well SUV but you get it and held the world together.

Somewhere along the way, I realized that getting older came with its own kind of allure – a deeper, more grounded one. It’s in knowing what I want and owning when I no longer have the energy to chase it like I used to. And that’s okay. The truth is, control doesn’t always have to be loud or constant. Sometimes it’s in the knowing glance when he walks by, the subtle touch that reminds him who I am… Who we are. Even if the device hasn’t come out in months.

It’s not about fading away, it’s about evolving. The kinks are still there, just dressed a little differently these days. And honestly? That teasing from afar, can be even hotter now that we’ve lived through all the loud, fast parts of life.

To those of you lovely readers who are in the middle of the storm of life, don’t feel guilty if your fetish takes a nap. It doesn’t mean you’re less kinky. It just means you’re human. Power shifts. Desires grow up with us. And sometimes, the softest form of dominance is just making them wait… longer than they ever thought they could.

More to come,
Madam Allure

So let me start off by saying – hello again, everyone! It’s been a crazy last few months for us; we’ve tried to do our best to post to the blog when possible, but it’s been admittedly spotty due to everything being so freaking crazy (both at work and at home).

We are going to try to update you guys on more detail over the next little while, but here’s a quick rundown of how things are going with us:

  • We had to move our blog to a new server (so if you find any old posts with dead or broken links, please let us know)
  • ML got me a new cage to wear for Christmas!
  • We’ve been able to stay safe and healthy so far
  • No, I STILL have not had an orgasm since last year

I’ll talk about that last one in a bit, but first a little more catch up on what we are hoping to do with the blog over the next year or so. Moving to the new server, while necessary, was also something we wanted to do in order to give ourselves more freedom with our content. We are hoping to do more podcasts – in fact, we have one that needs to be posted, we just need to find an option for hosting/uploading that works better than our current situation. We are also hoping to interact with you guys more – we really love our readers and our audience, and it’s so much fun to know you guys are enjoying what we do. Hopefully we will have more details on that soon.

Speaking of more details: it’s getting VERY close to the 1 year anniversary of my last orgasm; I’ve gone well past my previous record of 299 days of denial. I probably should be getting excited due to the anticipation… but honestly, I’m not feeling that way. Not because I don’t want to cum – trust me, I do, VERY badly – but mainly because I have a strong feeling that My Lady is not going to allow me to cum at the 1 year mark. She’s been having too much fun teasing and denying me to stop right now, and I can tell that she wouldn’t mind pushing me further.

I would love nothing more to be able to have an orgasm this coming Monday (our anniversary, and also the 1 year mark), but I have a feeling that ML is just going to smile and tell me that it’s not time yet. I would honestly be more surprised if she lets me cum!