Re: [Captivated Caveman] A Journey into Chastity
Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:58 pm
So where were we? The night of Saturday the 2nd, when I made love to my wife like I had never done before. I was able to pound into her without being limited by my cock's sensitivity. Three orgasms for her and none for me, not even a drop. And my arousal at the denial and submitting to her will made the entire experience beyond anything I would have ever expected in our marriage. We went through some very rough patches and I didn't think something like this would ever be in the cards. More on that another time perhaps.
The evening of Sunday the 3rd my wife allowed me a ruined orgasm. No need for detail here - I'd just be repeating myself. One of the realities of life is that most of it is either repetition or variations on a theme. The new stuff, when it comes, is amazing, but you can't live there all the time.
Anyway, I think maybe that last ruined orgasm was a tad too much pleasure for me. I felt my headspace drop afterwards. Not as far as from a full orgasm, but she had been teasing so many ejaculations out of me recently that a good deal of pressure was let off the cooker.
The rest of the week was uneventful. My wife was back at work but leaving a little early as her body finished healing. She'd come home exhausted every night and go straight to bed, leaving me feeling a bit lonely. One of the effects of denial is an increased desire for intimacy and romance, not just sex, but I wasn't getting even that.
In the past I could easily have let that train of thought cycle out of control and complain selfishly about the lack of attention. I think the fact that I had a slight drop in my headspace from the weekend opened the door to me experiencing those feelings, but my new outlook prevented them from governing my actions.
Of course my wife loves me, I reminded myself. There's no need to doubt or feel insecure. She's having a hard time. She's dead tired. Just take care of her, the house and the kids. That's all I have to do. The rest will happen when she's ready.
On Friday my wife assured me that we'd get some time Saturday night. She expressed how much she has appreciated all the work I've been doing. I went to bed eager with anticipation.
Saturday morning. I get up, make my coffee, feed the kids and let them play quietly. I go upstairs and find my wife awake. And it hits me - the kids are all downstairs. They're getting along. Everything is under control. Why wait for tonight? Maybe we could have a little teaser before the main event.
I lock the bedroom door and get into bed. Starting slowly at first but rapidly picking up steam I ravish my wife. She's pleasantly receptive and soon I have my tongue buried in her ass and pussy. She comes hard. And then...
What is it about trying to have sex that makes batteries in game controllers suddenly die? And apparently summons the lawn guy for a surprise mowing?
So that was it for the morning tease. We continue enjoying our weekend. Nothing planned except a friend joining us later in the evening. After lunch I realize that there is another opportunity to grab some time together. Once again I lock the bedroom door and am soon lapping at my wife's pussy. My hunger for her is overwhelming these days.
She rolls onto her belly and brings herself off with her magic wand as I tongue-fuck her ass. If I was lusting for her before, I'm practically rutting now. I slide up and press the head of my cock against her soaking pussy. She raises her hips slightly and I slide in. Fireworks go off inside me. She feels incredible. The longer I'm denied the more delicious her pussy becomes.
I manage a single thrust and I have to stop. I try and control myself and thrust again. No good. I have to stop again. My wife is grunting in annoyance. I grab another Performax condom and slip it on. She rolls over onto her back and I enter her again. I'm too crazed with lust to wait for the numbing agent to work. I keep trying to pound into her and have to keep stopping. I concentrate. Just as I begin to pick up the pace, BAM! Someone pounds on our door. My wife's legs, which were hooked around mine, straighten explosively, yanking me out of her.
"Who is it?" I call out. There's no answer.
Does the other controller need batteries now? I didn't hear any fighting.
"Who is it?" I call out again as I pull on my clothes. Still no answer. I open the door.
It's the dog.
I look at him. He looks back up at me. Just wanted to let you know I was here, his expression says. Thanks pal.
I look back at my wife, a hopeful expression on my face.
"Uh-uh," she says. "That's all you get for not being able to fuck me properly."
Sigh. It's going to be a long couple of hours until the main event. I cook dinner, our friend gets here late and leaves even later. It's too late to do anything. It's seven weeks since I've had an orgasm.
We go to bed and I hope Sunday night will be better.
All day Sunday I'm slightly on edge, hoping for sex. We put the kids to bed and my wife picks up on my irritation. She deliberately chooses non-sexual activities to start the evening. I try to hide my annoyance but I can't fool her.
When I ask if we're going to do anything tonight she tells me no. She doesn't like my attitude and has decided I'm not going to be let out of the cage for another week. Actually, since I had to give up on the 1 3/4 inch base ring as it was too tight and switched to the 1 7/8 inch ring, what she really means is I'm going to wear it until a testicle pops out (daily), re-secure myself and continue like that for a week.
I go to bed feeling pretty upset that night. I had been looking forward to making love, touching and being touched all week long. It was especially difficult because she had fallen asleep right after getting home all week. So lonely.
But the problem was I hadn't managed those feelings. I let them spill out and mar our time together. I had accidentally slipped into old "tit-for-tat" behavior patterns. I had gotten her off, when is my turn?
Once I realized what I had done my mood shifted. I understood why she had denied me and agreed with her decision. So here I am, writing this while locked in my cage, counting off the days of the week in the hopes for what may come this weekend, but not expecting anything. As it should be.
The evening of Sunday the 3rd my wife allowed me a ruined orgasm. No need for detail here - I'd just be repeating myself. One of the realities of life is that most of it is either repetition or variations on a theme. The new stuff, when it comes, is amazing, but you can't live there all the time.
Anyway, I think maybe that last ruined orgasm was a tad too much pleasure for me. I felt my headspace drop afterwards. Not as far as from a full orgasm, but she had been teasing so many ejaculations out of me recently that a good deal of pressure was let off the cooker.
The rest of the week was uneventful. My wife was back at work but leaving a little early as her body finished healing. She'd come home exhausted every night and go straight to bed, leaving me feeling a bit lonely. One of the effects of denial is an increased desire for intimacy and romance, not just sex, but I wasn't getting even that.
In the past I could easily have let that train of thought cycle out of control and complain selfishly about the lack of attention. I think the fact that I had a slight drop in my headspace from the weekend opened the door to me experiencing those feelings, but my new outlook prevented them from governing my actions.
Of course my wife loves me, I reminded myself. There's no need to doubt or feel insecure. She's having a hard time. She's dead tired. Just take care of her, the house and the kids. That's all I have to do. The rest will happen when she's ready.
On Friday my wife assured me that we'd get some time Saturday night. She expressed how much she has appreciated all the work I've been doing. I went to bed eager with anticipation.
Saturday morning. I get up, make my coffee, feed the kids and let them play quietly. I go upstairs and find my wife awake. And it hits me - the kids are all downstairs. They're getting along. Everything is under control. Why wait for tonight? Maybe we could have a little teaser before the main event.
I lock the bedroom door and get into bed. Starting slowly at first but rapidly picking up steam I ravish my wife. She's pleasantly receptive and soon I have my tongue buried in her ass and pussy. She comes hard. And then...
What is it about trying to have sex that makes batteries in game controllers suddenly die? And apparently summons the lawn guy for a surprise mowing?
So that was it for the morning tease. We continue enjoying our weekend. Nothing planned except a friend joining us later in the evening. After lunch I realize that there is another opportunity to grab some time together. Once again I lock the bedroom door and am soon lapping at my wife's pussy. My hunger for her is overwhelming these days.
She rolls onto her belly and brings herself off with her magic wand as I tongue-fuck her ass. If I was lusting for her before, I'm practically rutting now. I slide up and press the head of my cock against her soaking pussy. She raises her hips slightly and I slide in. Fireworks go off inside me. She feels incredible. The longer I'm denied the more delicious her pussy becomes.
I manage a single thrust and I have to stop. I try and control myself and thrust again. No good. I have to stop again. My wife is grunting in annoyance. I grab another Performax condom and slip it on. She rolls over onto her back and I enter her again. I'm too crazed with lust to wait for the numbing agent to work. I keep trying to pound into her and have to keep stopping. I concentrate. Just as I begin to pick up the pace, BAM! Someone pounds on our door. My wife's legs, which were hooked around mine, straighten explosively, yanking me out of her.
"Who is it?" I call out. There's no answer.
Does the other controller need batteries now? I didn't hear any fighting.
"Who is it?" I call out again as I pull on my clothes. Still no answer. I open the door.
It's the dog.
I look at him. He looks back up at me. Just wanted to let you know I was here, his expression says. Thanks pal.
I look back at my wife, a hopeful expression on my face.
"Uh-uh," she says. "That's all you get for not being able to fuck me properly."
Sigh. It's going to be a long couple of hours until the main event. I cook dinner, our friend gets here late and leaves even later. It's too late to do anything. It's seven weeks since I've had an orgasm.
We go to bed and I hope Sunday night will be better.
All day Sunday I'm slightly on edge, hoping for sex. We put the kids to bed and my wife picks up on my irritation. She deliberately chooses non-sexual activities to start the evening. I try to hide my annoyance but I can't fool her.
When I ask if we're going to do anything tonight she tells me no. She doesn't like my attitude and has decided I'm not going to be let out of the cage for another week. Actually, since I had to give up on the 1 3/4 inch base ring as it was too tight and switched to the 1 7/8 inch ring, what she really means is I'm going to wear it until a testicle pops out (daily), re-secure myself and continue like that for a week.
I go to bed feeling pretty upset that night. I had been looking forward to making love, touching and being touched all week long. It was especially difficult because she had fallen asleep right after getting home all week. So lonely.
But the problem was I hadn't managed those feelings. I let them spill out and mar our time together. I had accidentally slipped into old "tit-for-tat" behavior patterns. I had gotten her off, when is my turn?
Once I realized what I had done my mood shifted. I understood why she had denied me and agreed with her decision. So here I am, writing this while locked in my cage, counting off the days of the week in the hopes for what may come this weekend, but not expecting anything. As it should be.