chastity, male chastity

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I’m not sure where I read it, but I remember a quote that goes like this:

The sun shines brightest on the man who just got out of prison.

Whoever said this is seriously spot on, I swear.

Today being the first day after being allowed to cum in nearly three months, I’ve been trying to soak up all of the relaxation the moment can afford me. That’s not to say that I’ve been totally “relaxed.”  🙂  I’ve also been taking advantage of the “denial break” that I’ve been granted by My Lady. Notice I didn’t say “chastity break” there; I’ve been wearing the Jailbird to work the past two nights. But that doesn’t bother me a bit when I have the opportunity to have wonderful spontaneous sex with my wife.

This change of situation has made me realize a few things. First, it’s obvious that I’m still horny for My Lady. The frantic edge of the want has been filed down, but the desire didn’t (and most likely will never) go away. I have noticed that my cock is a little bit slower at “standing to attention,” but I believe that’s a result of having so many orgasms after a period of having so few (a.k.a. none). If you haven’t run a mile in a year, you’ll probably start having a tough time after a few laps around the block. My cock just has to get its wind back, that’s all.  🙂

I have also noticed that, although I do like cumming in ML’s mouth twice a day (brag), I also enjoy how it feels when my horniness has hit a level so high it can only be reached through a lengthy denial. The conflicting feelings of being totally energized yet drained at the same time, the highs from pleasing ML and the lows of being denied my own pleasure… it’s one major mind trip. Nothing else can recreate it.

This experience has also allowed me to grow closer to My Lady, not only on a physical level, but on an emotional and spritiual level as well. The mutual orgasm we had as we made love last night was absolutely incredible. It was a wonderful moment for both of us to share. Having that moment with each other after waiting for so long accentuated just how powerful it was for both of us. It also showed us both that, no matter the length of denial My Lasy should choose, that connection of ours is so strong that it will never fade.

My Lady and I have been going through some pretty intense experiences over the past week. I think we could both sense Maybe Day approaching next week. It was exciting, but it was also taking its toll on both of us.

Granted, it was probably more difficult on me than on ML. I could feel my horniness growing deep inside my gut and spreading to the outer limbs of my body. I had gone well past my longest period of orgasm denial. My balls were constantly feeling swollen and the veritable “blue balls” veins had appeared weeks ago. Even after ML gave me a milking over the weekend, I still found no relief. The finish line was near, but I was barely dragging myself there.

The denial of my orgasm was also having a not-so-obvious effect on My Lady. As time ran on and the intensity grew and grew, she began to ramp up her dominant side. She was taking advantage of my more and more often, cornering me and rubbing her wet pussy all over my face whenever she could. We began to do more bondage games, pushing the intensity further. ML eventually reached a plateau; she was no longer feeling the fun of dominating me.

“It feels like work,” she said to me this morning, which is the LAST thing I want it to feel like. I want ML’s control over me to be natural, to flow from her effortlessly. I don’t want her to fulfill a role she thinks I want her to. I want her to be her. If she feels like teasing me in cute ways one day, then bring it on! If she isn’t in the mood for any teasing whatsoever, no problem! She was starting to feel obligated, and neither of us wanted that. So I asked ML if we could take it easy tonight and just lay with each other and make love. Those were apparently the exact words she wanted to hear, as she responded with an empahtic YES!

Before ML brought the kids upstairs to bed, she handed me the key to the Jailbird and whispered to me to unlock myself for when she came back downstairs. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I didn’t expect this kind of love making! I quickly whipped the cage off and waited for her to come downstairs. We sat with each other for a little while, kissing as we slowly undressed. Once we were fully naked, ML got up and got her phone and told me to get ready to shoot a video.

As I hit record, she took my cock in between her beautiful tits and started rubbing them up and down my shaft. Oh my God, it felt so good! I was almost ready to blow my load in seconds. In between breathy moans, I told ML that I was getting close to cumming. I expected her to slow down, but she continues the titty fucking. I told her again, this time in a semi-pleading tone. She responded by simply shhhh-ing me and moving her tits up and down even faster. She continued until I could feel my orgasm hurtling towards me. There was no stopping it now!

And then I was cumming! I was having my first orgasm in 80 days, and it was hitting me hard. I moaned and whimpered as it pulsed through my entire body. I looked down at my cock, spurting cum all over ML’s titties (I thought there’d be a lot more, but then I remembered the milking session on the weekend). It just barely registered in my mind that I was recording the whole thing. Somehow I ended up getting a great angle on the whole thing!

My Lady cleaned the cum off of her tits, and I immediately laid her down on the couch and climbed on top of her. I entered her, and we truly made love. It felt so amazing to not have to slow down, or worry about accidentally cumming. In fact, since I had just had an orgasm, I was hanging in there pretty well. Still, it didn’t take all that long until I was ready to cum again. I picked up my pace and thrusted a little deeper, and just as my orgasm started I felt ML’s body tighten underneath me. Oh God, we were having a mutual orgasm… fuuuuuuuck it was beyond awesome. I could feel the waves of pleasure flowing through both of our bodies as we shared an intense orgasm. What a wonderful night.  😀

So, in the end, we came up a week short of the intended Maybe Day, but that’s why we call it Maybe Day. ML has the right to give me an orgasm sooner or later, completely up to her discretion. And she needed that closeness today. We both did. I’m not sure if the fact that it was 80 days factored in to her decision or not; she does love round numbers after all.  😉

My Lady sent me to work tonight wearing the Jailbird again. I am thankful for two things. Actually, make that three, with my orgasm being one (hehehe). I’m glad that I don’t have any guilty/down feeling about cumming. I’m not disappointed about not being made to hold out longer. In fact, I’m happy that ML made a decision that she wanted instead of just blindly pushing to Maybe Day. I’m not sure how my moods will be in the next few days, but right now I’m feeling good. I’m also thankful that I’m not mopey about going back into the cage. It felt good to go back in at ML’s direction. I don’t find myself feeling cheated or wanting more time out.

And what about the plan for my next denial stint? Neither of us are really sure where it’s going to go. ML has mentioned a number of options. She has thought about locking and unlocking me multiple times and perhaps not even giving me a real denial time – allowing me to cum fairly often for a little while. She has also mentioned the possibility of locking me up 24/7 with no release time until my birthday and seeing where it goes from there. Honestly, anything she chooses will be perfect as long as she makes the choice freely and without pressure.

cagedmonkey: You hear stories here and there about guys who are locked in chastity long term, how they get so frustrated that they break down in tears. Yeah, right, I thought. I might get a little desperate, but it’s not going to be so bad to make me start crying. Well, I must admit that I was wayyyyyyy wrong.

ML called an audible today and deviated from her “progression plan” and instead left me unlocked for a good portion of the day. No rest for the weary, however; she stopped me multiple times during the day and told me to go somewhere private and stroke myself for the four minutes that her plan called for, obviously no cumming but also no stopping during those four minutes. Sometimes she would come and watch me if the kids were occupied, otherwise I was on the honor system. I somehow managed to keep my honor intact throughout all of this, but it really frustrated me deeply.

My body just did not want to accept that, even though I was going through all of the familiar motions of masturbation that had been so habitual in the past, I would not be experiencing the slowly-becoming-unfamiliar climax. It was difficult to refrain from cheating. SERIOUSLY. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. And I was doing the one thing that my body was so used to doing in order to cum. But I wasn’t going to cum.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If this happened once, it would have been bad enough. This happened at least six times during the day. I was a puddle of frustrated goo when ML instructed me to put the Jailbird back on. Once my cage was back on, she straddled me and began to rub her wet pussy against the imprisoned cock. She began to moan louder and louder, and I knew she was about to cum.

Then I completely lost it.

I began squirming and whimpering; it felt like she was taking my orgasm away from me (which was incorrect… she always owned it from the beginning). She leaned in close and asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t cum. I did the only thing I could do. I started to cry. ML looked down and saw me sobbing, and something must have flipped a switch inside her because she immediately stood up and SHOVED her soaked pussy into my face. She covered my whole face with her pussy lips. I continued to whimper and cry, only this time right into her pussy. Amazingly, this triggered a HUGE orgasm for ML; she humped against me even harder, looking into my troubled eyes and taking every ounce of pleasure I could hope for and used it for herself. I could feel myself breaking, and she was playing with the pieces and having the time of her life.

As she came down, she could see that I was really in trouble. She looked at me with love and tenderness, and she asked me the perfect question for the situation: she asked if I needed to use my safeword. She did care, she was concerned that I was okay. And I was SOOOOO tempted to use it. I even asked her to promise that if I said it that I could cum, and she agreed. But I didn’t use it – I wasn’t in danger, I wasn’t in unbearable pain, I wasn’t scared or any of the other reasons I told myself I would only use my safeword for. My torment was not to end tonight.

My Lady was wonderful. She held me tight for some sweet aftercare. Then, I suddenly got this urge, this unyielding urge to service her. I gently pushed her back and began to lick her pussy like a madman, rubbing my tongue and chin all over her dripping pussy. She moaned and writhed on the couch as she came hard, but I wasn’t done and neither was she. She took my hand and guided it to her pussy, and I slid two fingers deep inside her. She gasped as a wave of pleasure hit her. I used my fingers on her firmly, but not roughly, and extremely deep. After just a few seconds, she thrusted her hips as high as she could off the couch and let out a powerful grunt. She was cumming harder than I had ever seen her cum before, and it wasn’t stopping. Her hips met the couch again, but her body continues to shake as the massive orgasm plowed through her body. Her attempts to keep quiet began to fail as her moans grew louder and louder until they blended together into a high pitched squeal. My God, I was in heaven. If I couldn’t cum, at least I could experience taking a part of giving My Lady an orgasm that was more than big enough for the both of us.

When she finally collapsed into the couch, she was exhausted. We looked at each other with amazement. What the fuck??? Did ML just have the best orgasm of her life because she made me break down and cry in frustration? It was undeniable – she got off on my suffering.

It was an incredible night, like nothing I had ever experienced before. Maybe Day cannot get here fast enough. I am still in dire need of an orgasm. My suffering gets worse every day as My Lady enjoys the control she wields over it. This is what I asked for. This is what the fantasy of enforced chastity is all about. And I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Because I know when I finally am allowed to have an orgasm, it will not be a decision that My Lady will take lightly. I will be truly deserving of such a gift.

Read Part 2 of He Said, She Said: The Breaking Point to experience it from ML’s point of view!

Lady M: I’m sure you’ve already read Cagedmonkey’s take on last night in the Part 1 post. Wow! Last night was something else! Cagedmonkey and I got the kids to bed and relaxed a little watching some How I Met Your Mother on Netflix. I just loved cuddling on the couch with his arm across my chest. It makes me feel so safe, so comfortable and so loved. <3

I'm not going to repeat everything he wrote so I'll jump to the part where I was straddling him on the couch. After teasing him so much all day long he was already gasping as I lifted a leg to sit on him. I started to circle my hips, rubbing my pussy over his caged cock and he was moaning and started those super hot whimpering sounds. It was absolutely driving me mad in the pit of my stomach and I could feel my pussy juices gushing out between my freshly shaved lips. I was feeling it so deep that I couldn't help myself and I stood up on the couch and started fucking his face right into the back of the couch. I pushed my hips forward hard over and over smashing his nose into my clit forcing my juices into his mouth as I came so fucking hard. Hearing him moan, whimper and even sobbing with his face buried in my pussy was overwhelmingly arousing. I completely loved feeling and hearing him get to his breaking point. Knowing he was there only fueled my desire to fuck his face more and I kept going, kept pushing him past his breaking point.

What an incredible feeling! Though even with my euphoric feelings I could see that my poor cagedmonkey was really in distress. I had to do the right thing. I had to ask if he needed his safeword. I assured him I would not be disappointed if he used it. I assured him that I would respect his decision, he needs to feel safe and know he can trust me. The guy has not only been denied orgasm for almost 3 months but daily he has had to deal with my relentless teasing and sometimes very very very intense teasing. I've discovered recently that I am a very intense person to handle, I'm aggressive and I do not have a "light" version when it comes to cagedmonkey. I'm lucky to have a man who is able to handle such an aggressive cock tease. He did choose not to use his safeword and I did have a feeling of pride for him because he wasn't in danger or anything like that. Just emotionally crushed.

Once he was able to calm down, I held him for a bit, comforting him with his head on my chest (something else that turns me on!). Just rubbing his head, telling him I loved him, that he could do this, and that he was so strong etc. As I talked to him he began to sob more as he shoved his face into my chest trying to hide the fact that I had tortured him to tears. I just let him know he was safe and it was ok to let it out. I love him so incredibly much and he needs to know he is loved, cared for and respected.

I'm not sure if it was him feeling that love and feeling cared for but he suddenly pushed made back on to the couch and dove into my pussy. He was rubbing his face in it, licking, sucking, moaning, whimpering, gasping for air and good Lord turning me on even more. I just had to have more orgasms. I just had to feel it again… but this time, I don't know, I was extremely turned on by his emotional state that I had one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had. I bucked my hips toward the ceiling, my entire body was shaking, my thighs squeezed tightly around his head and I exploded a big gush of gooey cum from my pussy.

It was a fucking incredible orgasm! I literally couldn't walk straight after. I was stumbling and couldn't focus, it was a drunk feeling. I could barely speak even. Just an intense, intense orgasm. 😀

I thoroughly love having my husband in chastity & being in control of his orgasms because our sex life is no longer focused on him getting off. It's no longer focused on the vaginal sex. Our sex life has evolved into a much greater physical and emotional thing. An all over mind and body experience!

Something I wish I could explain well enough or even compare to something so others could get even a small idea of what this feels like.

cagedmonkey: So…….. can I cum yet? 🙂

Lady: Uhhh, no love, it’s just not time for that. Especially when you’re at work.

cm: Of course. Why do I even ask? lol

Lady: Hoping one time I’ll actually say yes? 😉

cm: I guess so, although I have a hard time believing you will say yes. There have been times recently where you were so horny I thought you might cave in, but you didn’t. If you didn’t give in during those times, I doubt you’ll ever give in to me early.

Lady You’re right, I’ve become much stronger than in the beginning. At first I was still in the “need to please him” phase even if I didn’t think I was. Deep down I didn’t want to frustrate you, upset you, etc. It just caused me to be weak to your pleas.

cm: Now it seems like it’s the exact opposite – the more I beg and plead, the more you enjoy it and the harder you push me!

Lady It must be bittersweet that I’ve become so strong, huh?

cm: Honestly, I couldn’t be happier. I know that I can be honest with you about how I feel (sooooo frustrated!!!) and what I want (to cum sooooo bad!!!!), and not worry about influencing you or topping from the bottom. You truly are in full control, and I’m very lucky to serve a dominant with such a strong sense of what she wants.

Lady You are a lucky boy! Hehe 🙂 It wasn’t hard after awhile to embrace the frustration and let it entertain me. Once I was able to almost laugh at your situation, I began to really get enjoyment out of your frustration. I started enjoying the control of making you so incredibly horny for me. I just love getting you to that point where you HAVE to touch me just to feel my skin… because you’re THAT horny.

cm: And I definitely am that horny! Speaking of which…… can I cum now?

Lady No :)~

cm: Damn…..

I’ve written in the past about how I love to lick My Lady’s pussy. This is a known fact, nothing new to report there. But my love for oral sex doesn’t stop at cunnilingus.

Earlier tonight, My Lady and I shared a nice warm shower. She mercifully unlocked me prior to getting in, so I could thoroughly was both myself and my cage. Standing under the water with the sexy nakedness of ML, kissing and caressing each other, I got hard pretty quickly. Usually in the shower I’m the one kneeling and washing her all over, but this time ML knelt down in front of me and began sucking my cock right there in the shower. My legs got all wobbly and I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. She was only able to do this for about a half minute until her cock sucking skills combined with the fact that I haven’t cum in nearly 3 months and I was right on the edge of orgasm.

After shampooing ML’s hair, she bent over slightly in front of me, rubbing her butt against my still hard cock. I slid myself up and down her crack as she reached back and took me in her hand, guiding me towards her. Surprisingly, she didn’t line me up with her pussy; instead, she aimed my cockhead for her tight asshole. Using the shower water as lube, she took my fat cock inside her with ease. I fought like hell not to cum inside her ass – it felt incredible!  I grabbed her hips and thrusted against her; she moved back against me slowly, knowing that I would easily blow my load if she pounded me deep inside her. I had to bow out quickly once again for fear of spilling my load. We finished our shower and exited the bathroom together.

Later that night, as I was getting ready to leave for work, I assumed my proper position on my knees at the front door. Normally, I lick her pussy to an orgasm (or two, or three, at her discretion), but this time I asked her to turn around and bend over. She did as I asked. I licked my lips as I spread her ass cheeks wide and slid my tongue deep into her asshole.

I absolutely LOVE tongue fucking ML’s ass. It’s so fucking dirty and wrong and damn, I just love doing it! She always ends up moaning loudly, sometimes cursing and bouncing her hips back at me. When I shove my tongue into her ass really deep, she really starts to lose it and goes nuts! Her pussy is always dripping wet afterwards. I love doing this for My Lady, and it also makes me feel super submissive as well.

Tonight, due to previously having my cock inside her asshole, I was able to spread her much wider and get my tongue much deeper. She was squirming and wriggiling her hips in mere seconds. I pushed in deeper and deeper, and she got louder and louder. I was getting such a rush, it was so amazing to be able to do this for her. Eventually, ML couldn’t take it anymore – she pushed me back onto the floor, squatted above my face  and shoved her pussy into my face. She was cumming almost instantly as I licked and sucked her clit. I was in heaven.

I will proudly admit it – I am an ass-licker. How could I resist My Lady’s sexy fucking asshole? Besides, I have a rule: if I’m willing to put my dick there, I’d better be willing to lick there. 😉 Pussy licking is defintiely my favorite, but I will never tire of tongue fucking ML’s asshole… especially if she keeps moaning like that when I do it!

This morning is the first morning since vacation that we’ve had to get back to playing. We spent a week in Disney World, got sick once we got back which always slows play a bit and then, of course, mother nature steps in and throws a wrench into things. Though being on my period doesn’t mean I can’t treat cagedmonkey like a sex toy and use him for my entertainment and pleasure.

I realized, this morning, after tying him to the bed that I’m missing that intense Domme feeling. Honestly, since I usually get such bad Drop after an intense D/s session, I’ve probably been avoiding a play scene like that. I did get that feeling this morning though once I tied him up and started talking to him about what he would do and what I would or could do to him. Telling him he would deal with it because it was what I wanted and desired. Telling him that because he was my good boy of course he would gladly take whatever I had to give.

This morning has been fun and it’s not over yet. So far I’ve restrained him to the bed, teased his cock and edged him over and over again, used the Aneros to get him to the point of almost being milked and then plugged him with the nJoy butt plug. I even made him turn over on his belly, pushed the Aneros in all the way, positioned myself as if I was going to give him a good pegging and basically humped his ass while I stroked his cock underneath him. He was getting so loud I had to shush him so our daughter didn’t hear. I also put my hand on top of his head so his head didn’t bump into the wall at the top of the bed. Hehe 🙂 I’m such a nice caring Keyholder.

I decided when I went up that I would use the peppermint lube because then it would still be tingling his cock and asshole  while I gave him a little break. I will go up one more time this morning to bring him to the edge about 5 more times. I’m trying to decide if I should give him a horribly ruined orgasm today or wait until his birthday and decide if he will have one then. His birthday, in early June, is supposed to his next Maybe Day… it’s not like that’s so far away now.

I do know that when I finally do make him cum again it’s going to be on my chest. I want to make him video it so that he can watch it over and over and remember it when I keep him denied for longer and longer periods. I want him to see it when it happens, see it all over my big beautiful tits. I thought about making him cum on my mouth and making him watch it drip down my chin onto my breasts. I’m not so positive on the how but it will definitely be where he can video.

Ok time to work on lunch so I can go up and get in some good edging while the girl has her lunch and watches some cartoons.

Ok, let me back up a bit.

During our vacation and since then as well, My Lady has kept me unlocked almost as often as she has kept me locked. Perhaps it’s even more tilted towards unlocked, but I haven’t been keeping much track. I’m too busy being teased insane by a hellaciously horny woman nearly every moment of the day.

ML has kept me unlocked so she can tease me whenever she wants and use her “favorite toy” whenever the mood strikes her. And she has been very active in both of those activities. Whether it’s sneaking a quick edge or two when the kids aren’t around or giving me a long teasing blowjob, she is certainly getting her fill of my cock. She has also been getting a good dose of sex, either taking charge and climbing on top of me or having me do all the work.

I’ll tell you this – it has not been easy to remain a “good boy” and refrain from cumming while fucking ML. In fact, I doubt you can classify what I end up doing as “fucking.” I’m often on the very edge of orgasm after just a few strokes into her tight wet pussy. At this point, I have no choice but to hold still as I struggle for control. After I drag myself back from the brink, I can usually manage only a few more thrusts before I’m right back to the edge again. And if ML wants some good hard thrusts, I pretty much have no choice but to give her a few good deep strokes before I have to jump up off of her before my cock explodes inside her.

My Lady assures me that this is not a problem for her, that she expects is after teasing and denying me for so long and that she is the one who is creating the situation. If it truly was a problem for her, she would just let me cum. She makes a good point, but I still want to be able to satisfy her penetration needs. This is why I was so happy that the RodeOh harness worked so well.

Earlier today I found an accidental solution to the problem, albeit not a permanent one. The kids went outside into the backyard to play, which left ML and me with some alone time. My cock got hard pretty quick as ML jumped on top of me and straddled me on the couch. It wasn’t long before I was hard as a rock and sliding into her warm pussy.

So, My Lady was riding my cock, and I could feel the edge approaching quickly. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the TV was on. Right then, a light bulb went off in my head. A DISTRACTION! THAT’S WHAT I NEED!

So while ML is bouncing her pussy on my cock, her beautiful tits hanging right above my face, I start listening to Stephen A. Smith argue with Skip Bayless about the NFL draft. I’m listening and really thinking about what he’s saying. My Lady’s sexiness is still there, right in front of my face (and right on top of my cock), so it takes a real effort to pay attention.

And then I realize it’s working.

The urge to cum is fading slowly, and ML is still riding me hard. I was able to hold back, even when ML’s orgasm started to hit her. Usually, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock when she cums will be too much for me to handle, but this time I had no problems as she rode me through her orgasm. It was great to finally NOT have to tell her to be careful or to slow down. It was great to feel her cum on my cock without having to resort to her rubbing her clit while I stayed motionless inside her.

As successful as this was, I cannot resort to watching ESPN every time ML an I have sex. We’ve discussed the idea of desensitizing spray, and the RodeOh is also an option. I just don’t understand how guys out there can deal with this problem. I read on blogs here and there about how guys who have been denied even longer than I have can have sex with their KH, and they don’t mention anything about this type of issue. Is this just something guys don’t normally feel comfortable talking about, or is it just me that has this problem?

Yesterday, I took the plunge into an area I haven’t been as a chaste male yet, both literally and figuratively – ML and I took the kids down to the hotel pool for some swimming fun. We’ve been there once before on our vacation already, but I haven’t been swimming with the cage on yet. Would the cage be obvious when I climbed out of the pool with just my swim trunks on? And how would I react to the sight of My Lady in a sexy swimsuit?

Apparently, my “visibility” concerns were not necessary; the cage wasn’t noticeable at all. In fact, ML says that there was less of a bulge than when I’m unlocked. She suggested that maybe I should wear the cage all the time while swimming!

While things worked out well with how the cage looked, my fears of being turned on by looking at ML were all too real. She looked AMAZING; her tits looked great as she showed off her near-endless cleavage, and she was constantly swimming up to me and rubbing her ass against my cage. Then she’d swim up to me, wrap her legs around me, grind against me – underwater, to keep it subtle of course. She squeezed my locked up cock with her hands as well, driving me crazy in full view of everyone. It was equal parts embarrassing and exciting, although the horny part of my brain didn’t really care who was around watching us.

Last night, our last night in the hotel, My Lady really worked me over. We laid together in the bed, and before we drifted off to sleep she began to fondle my balls. She was tickling my balls so delicately, I craved more friction but she would not give it to me. I was squeezing against the cage almost instantly. I was moaning and whimpering, begging her to take care of my needs, but she was relentless.  When she had her fill of toying with me, she had me lick her pussy to a couple of orgasms before it was time to sleep.

I’ve reached the point where I need… NEED… something. Anything! I miss my orgasm so much, I’m craving it badly. If I can’t have it, I want to at least be close to it. Am I begging for a ruined orgasm? Am I that bad off? And how much worse can I get with about a month to go?

I wasn’t sure how much time I’d be free during our vacation week vs. how much time I’d be locked up, but that question was settled pretty quickly today. After scoping out the security at the park (no metal detectors), My Lady had me put my cage on in the nearest restroom. She has also determined that the cage will stay on for most of the rest of the vaca. This will include any trips to the (very public) hotel pool or other amenities. I really hope my bathing suit does a good job of keeping the Jailbird discreet.

Although there were a few interesting moments today – feeling the cage rattle back and forth while riding a roller coaster was HIGHLY unexpected – there hasn’t been all that much time that I’ve been pushing up against my cage. There is so much going on, so many people around, and my kids to keep track of that there’s almost no time for anything else. On top of that, ML and I are usually both exhausted by the end of the day.

Actually, I feel like I miss her a little bit, even though she is right here with me – literally, she is laying on my shoulder right now as I write this post, sound asleep. We’ve spent so much time together, but almost no time together. I might just wake her up, though, and ask if she wants to share a shower with me. 🙂