On the first day of… Ok no, really, by the title I’m sure you get my point. Cagedmonkey and I were talking and I decided  It would be great to do the twelve days of edgemas. What that means is, starting 12 days before Christmas – the twelfth day being on Christmas Eve – that cagedmonkey would be edged each day. On the first day he’d be edged once, second day twice, third day three times, etc all the way until he’s being edged 12 times on Christmas Eve. If I’m feeling extra special nice on Christmas day, maybe all that edging will earn him with an exceptional orgasm!

Have any of you done this kind of thing? Would you like to do it with us? It sounds like it would be such a frustratingly fun time!

Last night cagedmonkey and I finally got that night alone. We knew it was coming so actually, earlier in the day, we started some extra control and CM was to ask to use the bathroom (by the end if the night he was really begging haha) and what he should wear, how much coffee/water/alcohol he was allowed, etc. I also tasked him with making us special dinner after the kids left with grandma. He made a very delicious steak with sauteed fresh mushrooms and onions and parmesan couscous. It was amazingly delicious! I needed way more mushrooms!

It always feels good to control more of him when I feel ignored and disobeyed by my own children haha. Anyway, it was munch night so before we left I had cagedmonkey locked in his cage and his collar. 

For the actual munch he was dressed in our Monkey in a Cage blog t-shirt because it’s always fun to advertise the blog. We met up with our kinky friends for some drinks (lots of drinks hehe) and lots of laughing, licks and fun. I had my big ass blue margarita of course!

There were so many people there and some newbies and we just had a wonderful time. After munch we came home and visited with the neighbors for a bit since they had some kinky friends over for game night. That was a whole other bunch of fun and lots of boobs hehe. 

After we left the neighbors we came home and played around a little and I made sure cagedmonkey gave me exactly what I needed. Apparently, after teasing him and playing with him some this past week, I needed it bad! It’s nice sometimes to have the alcohol involved sex where he can last a little longer and I can cum a lot harder. I had him fuck me so nice and hard and long. I was kinda laying on my side and he just grabbed a hold of my hip and side and fucked me so good. Oh my goodness, it felt amazing and I came so hard and loud. I haven’t cum that loud in a while and this morning I even woke up with very sore muscles and a sore throat and voice. Cagedmonkey was denied again from Thanksgiving and must have been very turned on after all the girls licking each other and boobs flying out throughout the evening and how loud I was during sex that he exploded a big load of hot cum in my pussy. It seriously was incredible!

I wasn’t quite finished with CM after that, though. We cuddled up all spoon-like and we still had some extreme horniness hanging around and when I felt his still-hard cock against my ass I just reached back and took him and shoved his cock in my asshole and made him fuck my ass, no lube, no nothing, until I had another screamingly good orgasm. I guess I just needed to get fucked and fucked good and hard. I love how I have a big man who gives me whatever I need when I need and want it. He never questions when I tell him he’s going to please me, in whatever way I want him to. I seriously love our relationship and our sex. 

When we woke up this morning, a little later than normal, we had some good snuggle time without having to listen to the kids bickering in the other room. It was so nice to get up and have a quiet morning together. Again, cagedmonkey was to cook for me and, of course, he didn’t just cook, he cooked for me naked!

I did have to mess with him a bit while he was cooking… Because why not? Makes it a bit more fun! 🙂 I kept smacking his adorable ass and giving his cock a stroke, or four, while he was standing there. But, wow did he ever make some amazing eggs and hash browns! 

I know it doesn’t seem like much but it means a lot to me when he cooks and the two of us can sit and enjoy an uninterrupted meal together. We even got to go out and run some errands today together and it was wonderful just having this time. It’s not 100% about sex when we have time alone… That part is amazing but it’s about being more focused on each other and giving ourselves to each other more deeply and fully. 

I realized this morning that I’m starting to feel my mood sink. We got a bit busy coming up to the holidays and some of my control turned way less sexual. The house is hard to keep up with when both of us are working and the kid’s are here, there and everywhere. My control has been a lot more clean this, do this, do that, this kid needs to be here or picked up at this time, type of stuff. While, yes, I love being in charge of everything, I also very much enjoy being in charge sexually and there hasn’t been much time for sexual control. Let alone, after working and coming home to cook and clean and run kids places, the energy level is depleted.

This morning I was sitting here after doing some cleaning and realized that I’m feeling a strong need to Domme cagedmonkey. I texted him this morning and told him, “I need to feel some power over you, I need you to be vulnerable to me. I need to feel you shuddering and whimpering beneath me.” Yeah so that’s where I’m at right now. I’m sitting on the couch fantasizing about him being bound in a vulnerable position where I can do whatever I want to him. Where I can play with whatever part of him I want, make him feel what I want. It could be good, amazing, teasing feelings or maybe I want to give him a little discomfort. I can feel my chest get tight when I think about being a little aggressive and rough with him, that’s how I know I need it… Not just want it! I want to feel him powerless and vulnerable to my touch. I really to want and need to feel him whimpering and begging because he knows I’m controlling every sensation he’s having. I need to feel that change in his body when he realizes there is no use trying to hold out. I am fantasizing about him being tired and used and “done” but I just pick up his head and make him eat my pussy more anyway. 

I want and need a good intense powerful night with my hubby. I’m going to ask, again, if Grandma can take the kids this weekend. I asked her a few days ago but she never got back to me about it. 

After my most recent post, many people commented and had questions about my experience. One of our Twitter followers had an interesting question.

Puppy Lix asked:

Have you noticed any changes to your cock in long term chastity?

Most of the time, this question is really asking, “Does chastity make your cock shrink?” I’m pretty sure that my cock still fills up ML’s pussy nice and good, but you’d have to ask her to be certain. 😉

But I’m not sure if Puppy Lix means this specifically, so I will mention the few minor “changes” that I notice after a long term chastity stint.

1) Skin elasticity: I do notice that I can feel the stretch of my skin for the first couple of days after being unlocked; it feels almost like a soreness in my skin. It’s not as strong of a feeling that I used to get, but it’s still there.

2) Sensitivity: my cock is VERY sensitive to the touch for the first few days after. Even during my shower, my legs were getting kinda wobbly from the feeling of being touched… and I wasn’t even doing anything sexual!

3) “Injuries”: No, they aren’t anything major, but sometimes things happen. The most common thing that happens to be is either tiny cracks in my skin (probably due to the loss of skin elasticity), or skin irritations (in places where the cage has been in contact with my skin for prolonged periods). If left unchecked, they could get serious, but they are easy to deal with.

The good thing is that none of these “changes” are permanent – they all go away within a few days, or a week at most. So I would have to honestly say yes, there are changes that happen during long term chastity… but the changes last less than the chastity itself did.

At least, if you’re me, you don’t!
Yes, that is my hard cock, finally released after over five weeks of 24/7 chastity; the exact number was 39 days – we didn’t quite make it to Thanksgiving, but it was close enough!

ML was nice enough to let me take the cage off when I got home from work on Tuesday, and I jumped in the shower right away to make sure I was scrubbed nice and clean. Even though the Jailbird is an open style cage, I still can’t get everything down there scrubbed good, so it felt nice to be able to do that. Of course, it felt nice to be able to touch myself in any capacity down there! I was a good boy, however, and did not play with myself in the shower – business only! Sex would unfortunately have to wait until later in the day…

The sex felt incredible after so long of not feeling ML’s pussy on my cock, it was truly wonderful. Thankfully, ML decided to be VERY generous and allow me to cum inside her as well! Good thing, since it didn’t take very long for me to reach orgasm. So I ended up with an extra holiday treat, and trust me when I say I GREATLY appreciated it. 🙂

Taking stock of the damage, my cock fared pretty well for being locked up for almost a month and a half – there are a few minor skin irritations here and there, but nothing too troubling. It’s not that much different from what I experienced the last time I was locked up for a long time, which was only three weeks… if anything, the irritations are less severe from the last time. Perhaps my cock is getting used to this type of treatment, which I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing!

Today makes a total of five weeks that I have worn my chastity cage nonstop, 24/7. Five long weeks of not being able to fully get hard or erect, instead pushing and bulging against the steel in futile attempts at full arousal. I’m not going to break that down into days or hours or anything like that, because “five weeks” should illustrate how long it’s been without having to go deeper into it.

Seriously, though…. FIVE WEEKS! Most guys find it difficult to go one week without even jerking off, and I haven’t even been able to get my dick hard for five times that! It really seems almost ridiculous when I say it out loud.

Before this, my longest time of wearing the Jailbird 24/7 was a little bit over three weeks, and I remember feeling my skin on my cock stretch out for the first time… it almost hurt, it had been so long. This time around, I’m almost doubling the amount of time between erections… how much more is this going to hurt when I finally get fully hard?

Five fucking weeks… actually, I should say five “no-fucking” weeks, because that’s what it’s been. Five weeks since I’ve been able to feel My Lady’s pussy on my cock, her mouth or hands on me stroking me up and down… it’s been waaaaaay too long now. Not for her, of course; she’s been getting all of the sex she wants. Whether it’s my tongue, my fingers, or one of our toys when she really needs her pussy filled… she is having all of her needs attended to, while I get more and more desperate every day.

I don’t know if it’s just me noticing it more or if it’s true, but our Twitter timeline seems to be filled with pics and videos of couples fucking. Every day I’m bombarded by images of hard cocks thrusting deep into wet pussies, and all I wish for is being able to see my own do the same with My Lady. I will admit that part of me finds the “pseudo-cuckold” aspect of it all very hot – forced to see all of these people easily getting to do the one thing I can’t, no matter how badly I want to. And don’t even get me started on the gut punches that come in the form of cumshots; I’m way past the realm of fantasizing of having an orgasm any time soon. I just want to be able to get hard….

Next week is Thanksgiving, which is the earliest deadline ML has put on my current 24/7 lockup period; I’ve known for a while that I wouldn’t be getting out before then. I think it was this past weekend where I truly hit the point where I just wanted out, and it’s only gotten worse as the week progressed. I think I would seriously, honestly do anything just to be unlocked right about now, it’s that bad. But it’s not over yet…and, depending on ML’s mood, it might not even be close to being over.

There once was a man who was unable to have an erection. It wasn’t for a lack of trying or ability; rather, it was for lack of opportunity. You see, this man could not get his dick hard because there was a steel cage locked around his penis at all times.

This steel cage prevented any and all erections, even the most intense and most frantic of them. No matter how strongly out how often he was sexually aroused – which was very strongly and extremely often, thanks to his beautiful and sexy dominating wife – he was not able to have a full and complete erection.

Oh, there were plenty of attempts: any time his wife would tease or tempt him with words or actions, his penis would try as much as it could to get hard. The steel cage would only allow the slightest growth, however, before squeezing back and holding him fast. He would be left throbbing in his cage, desperate for the littlest experience of sexuality, the most basic sexual ability that nearly almost ask men enjoyed but he was denied.

Orgasms were completely out of the question – unable to even get a hardon, orgasms were nowhere near the realm of possibilities. His focus wasn’t on his orgasms, despite the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he had one. His desire was centered completely around his penis, the need to get hard, and the denial of the chance to do so.

Why on Earth would the woman want to keep her husband’s penis locked in a metal cage? Not only would it be impossible for him to get a full erection, but it would also render his penis inaccessible to her. Lucky for her, the man was very talented at pleasing his wife by other means, ways that did not involve the use of his penis. Not only that, but the woman also get pleasure from the sheer power and control she felt when her husband was desperate for an erection, but could not have one because she was keeping him locked.

The man had nobody to blame but himself, for it was him who asked his wife to use the chastity cage in the first place. It was also him that suggested the lengthy bit of chastity that he was now forced to endure. “Surely,” he thought, “she will not be able to keep me locked up very much longer than we’ve done in the past… she had difficulty reaching 3 weeks in earlier attempts.” But three weeks came and went, with no sign of wavering or weakening from his wife.

And, at four weeks, it was the same: not only was his wife happy keeping her husband in constant chastity, she was enthused by his frustration to continue even further.

This was like nothing he has ever experienced before. His penis felt as if it were constantly crying out to him for just a moment of freedom, just a second of time to experience the full arousal that has already been denied for so long. But he could do nothing about it, except wait and suffer.

His wife joked around as the days went by, contemplating pushing him farther and farther. How long would this go on? “I”m not even sure,” she replied. “We’ll just have to see.”

And so he waited. He waited for the erection he so desperately wanted and needed, with no idea of when the ordeal would end. He would eventually be able to get fully hard, but only when his wife would allow it. It would have to be soon, it couldn’t go on forever.

At least, that’s what he told himself…

November has finally come, and “Locktober” is officially over. For me, however, my extended period of 24/7 chastity still continues…

Today marks 3 weeks since my Jailbird chastity device was locked onto my cock, and if all goes according to ML’s plan it will be at least another 3 weeks until it comes off. I say “at least” because you never can really tell with My Lady anymore – she very well could be waiting until Christmas, New Years, or even Valentine’s Day to unlock me. This uncertainty makes it difficult for me to anticipate just how much longer I have left to go this time around, so I’ve pretty much resigned myself to being locked until whenever ML decides to take me out…. I’ve accepted that it could be weeks or even months until I have another full erection.

It’s very difficult to think about the fact that I won’t be having a full erection for at least another month, and perhaps even more, especially after having gone almost a month without one already. I get frustrated enough not getting to cum for a couple months, but this is a whole new level. Forget being denied the pleasure of an orgasm, I’m being denied the experience of basic physical sexual arousal. Out of necessity, my body has begun to express its arousal in other ways – I’ve been having more and more “bodygasms” as the weeks have gone on, which makes sense now that every other avenue of sexual arousal is rigidly controlled by My Lady.

The thing that surprises me the most is that ML doesn’t seem to be wavering as badly as she has before. Three weeks is close to my longest 24/7 lockup period (to be honest, I’m not exactly sure what length of time is my longest, but I’m pretty sure a new personal best will be set very soon). Although her horniness has been increasing over the last few days or so, and she has been getting quite sexually aggressive with me, her need of PIV-sex specifically doesn’t seem very strong at the moment; I’m 100% sure I want it WAY much more than she does right now. I have no doubt imagining her having no problems with keeping me locked in this cage for another month.

We’ve all heard the term “trophy wife” before… You know, the eye candy guys wear on their arm showing off the hot wife they have or whatever that’s about. Well I’d like to take a minute to talk about why I feel like I have a “Trophy Husband.” I’m not referring to the fact that I think he’s hot ass hell or has a sexy body or even a big dick… I’m referring to the fact that he’s an amazing man and husband. 

I’m a challenging wife. I’m controlling and dominant, I’m hurting and broken, I’m complicated and confusing, I’m funny and exciting and it takes a very strong man to be my partner and husband. My husband is my trophy husband because I won when God brought him into my life. When I’m physically hurting, he gets it, he helps and tries his best to make me rest. He rubs my back or hip or whatever and tries to make it feel better. When I’m depressed he doesn’t try to fix it but rather asks questions just to listen. On the flip side of all that, when I’m feeling horny he’s there to satisfy my needs. If I’m feeling devious or want to take out frustration, he’s there to take what I’m looking to give. If I’m feeling vulnerable and scared he reassures me and let’s me know the he is mine and no one else’s. If I’m feeling weak and in need of that powerful in-control feeling he offers himself for me to completely control. 

I don’t feel like eye candy should be the definition of a Trophy spouse… I feel like someone who is willing to give their all to their partner and complimenting their needs and wants and desires is the true trophy and that’s what we should be so willing to show off. Cagedmonkey truly is my trophy husband and I love “wearing him on my arm and showing him off.” 

It’s almost two weeks since my cock has been able to get fully hard, but it’s definitely not due to lack of trying. On the contrary, my caged erections have been worse than usual. This could be due to the supercharging of my horniness after this past weekend, or if it’s just the knowledge that it’s going to be much longer until I’m finally unlocked. In fact, now that I think about it, the time I still have left ahead of me is probably longer than I’ve ever been locked 24/7 before…

How do I get into these types of situations?

You’d think that I would learn my lesson after going almost a year with no orgasms that when I suggest something extreme to ML, she’s not going to take it lightly. Did I think that when the idea of locking my cock up for two months straight came up, that she would go easy on me and give me a few hours out of the cage when I really needed it?

Of course not.

So I’m stuck fighting through the rest of this month and most of next (at least) until I can have the pleasure of a full erection. Forget feeling my wife’s warm wet pussy* on my cock (although, that would be fucking GREAT right about now), it’ll be nice to finally not have to feel my cock being squeezed by steel every single time I think about something even the slightest bit sexual.

I must be having sexual dreams on a pretty regular basis, because three times this week I’ve woken up at 3am with an extremely full and painful cage. It’s so severe that I’m forced to lay on my back, which is not my usual sleeping position (I’m used to sleeping on my stomach… of course, lol). I try to get my mind off of it, but the constant throbbing caused by the tightness of the cage makes that impossible. It usually ends up taking 45 minutes to an hour just for me to soften up enough so there’s even a small chance of me getting back to sleep.

It’s really a dilemma with no solution: I can’t just decide to not have sex dreams (especially when I’m so damn horny after being denied so long), and it’s not like ML is going to suddenly discover her compassionate side and unlock me any time soon. In fact, the more she sees me struggle with this, the more likely she is to enjoy the feeling of control she has and decide to push me even further past Thanksgiving…. Christmas, maybe?

Or… have I already had my last full erection of the year, and I don’t know it yet?

*I was going to use “tight” as an adjective here, also, as I thought, “Man, after two months of not having my cock inside her, she is going to be soooooo fucking tight!” Then, I remembered Adam… sigh….*