[Chosen_Jackal] Pinch me, is this really happening?

[Tongue+groove]

That’s amazing. It’s like you hit cruising altitude and can sit back and enjoy the journey.

[KnownAsHerbert]

There was something about the way she touched me, not to please me, not even to tease me really, but just because she could. Like my body was hers to toy with when she felt like it. Not special. Not dramatic. Just normal.

Wow, that is an amazing post. "Just because she could".

I daren't even think about starting a "silly little count". But I am curious how long it would take for Miss Emmie to reach three figures. Not that long, is my guess. Looks like I'm not even going to make double figures this year.

[KHEmmi]

I don’t need release to feel wanted. I just need to be remembered.

A lovely read.
Well written.

"locked and used"
"owned"
I'm glad you are able to enjoy the moment for what it is.
I think Herbi is getting to a similar place.
Everything takes time.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Thank you guys, I really appreciate it!

It’s wonderful how much easier and better it gets when I just trust Red and let her steer the ship.
I can honestly say that the amount of stress and anxiety this journey has helped me overcome is way higher than therapy ever did for me.
And I haven’t just dumped it on Red either.
I can tell that she’s more comfortable. In herself. In us.

Chastity probably isn’t for everyone, but I’m sure glad we stumbled upon it.

[Chosen_Jackal]

It’s only been two weeks since Red had surgery and while she’s recovering well, there’s still a period of feeling a little under the weather, but we’ve still been intimate a few times and I count that as a huge win!

We tried an experiment last night that I proposed a long time ago.
A way for us to be intimate while simultaneously messing with my brain.
Red brought the idea back up two nights ago and told me she wanted to try it last night.
The idea is to put a generous amount of lidocaine all over my penis, make me wear a condom and the give me a Viagra so there’s no chance I’ll lose my erection even though I don’t feel a thing.

It worked pretty well. There’s some logistical issues that Red wasn’t aware of, or at least didn’t think about, like how both the lidocaine and Viagra need some time to start working.
But that just meant more time for me to please Red with my tongue and fingers.
A funny side note here is that she finally got to experience what I’ve been struggling with.
My skill with tongue and fingers have obviously improved so she had to tell me to slow down and do something else because she didn’t want to cum too soon.
It felt exciting to be on the other side of that predicament for once.

Once everything was ready down there we got in to it.
To make things even more mind fucky for me we agreed to put on the big penis sleeve.
It adds considerably length and girth and is a fun toy, but in hindsight this was a mistake.
The sleeve is quite smooth on the outside so Red says that this makes it hard to feel much, while it’s also too big at the same time.

So we ditched the sleeve after a few minutes and got back to just ol’ regular me doing my best.
She didn’t feel too much of me after the sleeve and I sure as hell didn’t feel a thing, so it was fun, frustrating, and hot at the same time.
We had fun and we didn’t stress out about all the small details that we could’ve done better, but rather enjoyed ourselves as much as we could.

We fucked for a long time and eventually I started feeling something again.
Red had teased me about seeing if I could managed to cum in my desensitized state, and to my surprise it looked like I actually might be able to.
She told me to go ahead so I upped the tempo and went harder.
It’s no secret that she sometimes likes to surrender a little herself and just let herself be taken like this, and I enjoy being allowed to play this role occasionally so it ended with me having a really really weird orgasm.
Imagine feeling very little. Then a very slight build up before ending in a surprising orgasm that felt both good and muted at the same time.
More than a ruined orgasm, but less than a full.

She hadn’t cum yet so it was back to tongue and fingers and she had a proper orgasm not long after.
Nothing muted about her pleasure.
I felt conflicted about being allowed to cum myself, especially since it had only been a week since my last orgasm, but all those thought were chased away as I got to focus on her.

We cuddled a bit afterwards, sent each other a few instagram reels and talked a bit and she told me to lock back up.
This presented a new challenge.
The Viagra was in full effect and I was a little excited so my cock wasn’t in a state for being caged.
So we went for a second round for each of us and hurried to lock me back up before my cock got the idea of a third round into its tiny eager head.

I think we’ve moved past the idea of going for long lockups just for the sake of them being long.
Red told me she enjoys releasing me whenever she feels like it and if that means longer or shorter periods of denial then that’s really up to her.
The most important thing to me is that my default is being locked because she enjoys it that way.
I could be released for sex every day or go a month or more between each orgasm and I would be happy because she’s the one that decides.
Sure I’d like to feel the buzzing of sexual tension as I like to call that follows longer periods of denial, but that’s a small sacrifice to keep her happy.

[Tongue+groove]

. Red told me she enjoys releasing me whenever she feels like it and if that means longer or shorter periods of denial then that’s really up to her.
The most important thing to me is that my default is being locked because she enjoys it that way.
I could be released for sex every day or go a month or more between each orgasm and I would be happy because she’s the one that decides.
Sure I’d like to feel the buzzing of sexual tension as I like to call that follows longer periods of denial, but that’s a small sacrifice to keep her happy.

Mrs. G recently shared similar thoughts with me. She has become comfortable with being the deciding factor. Our most recent interlude was quite odd as she wanted to just watch me do things I was uncomfortable with. Part of me is struggling with the fact that she is wanting to “be taken “ less frequently all the time. But as she keeps reminding me, I asked for it, and she’s into it more and more all the time. Now it’s her deciding.

You two appear to have really grown in communication.

[Chosen_Jackal]

What happened to my sweet and innocent girl?
I swear I’d never thought she’d find pleasure and delight in hitting my balls until I whimper, not because I did anything to deserve it, but simply because she felt like doing so?

She started sweet at first, creeping up to me in bed and slowly caressing me. I felt myself melt like butter under her touch.
It’s so strange how there can be so much dominance in even the lightest touch.
I felt a mix of joy and embarrassment at the sounds I made as she teased me with feather light touches.
And then she grabbed my balls, but excessively hard, but firm enough to make me whimper.
More out of fear of what she might do if she wanted to than any real pain.
She squeezed harder, painful now, but my cock betrayed me and instantly tried to get hard. The cage made it a useless attempt though, and I dealt with two equally intense sensations at once.

I remember that she spoke to me. Softly, but I can’t recall a single word as I had more than enough to deal with in that moment.
I remember that she made me feel loved, seen, appreciated and wanted.
And then she started slapping my balls.
Longer than before.
A little harder.
I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it, but I decided to endure. If she wanted me to feel this then I’d do my best to not let her down.

When she decided I’d had enough I was so aroused that I begged to be allowed to lick her.
She said yes.

So I went down and I swear her orgasms seem longer and better each time.
I was soaked in her juices. I rested my head on her thigh and just lay there, feeling her beating heart pulsing in my ear and taking in the smell of her.
I was happy.
I had no need to cum myself. Her orgasms are my orgasms now, and they feel so much better than any physical pleasure I’m capable of.

She had no need for me to cum either.

[Tongue+groove]

. I had no need to cum myself. Her orgasms are my orgasms now, and they feel so much better than any physical pleasure I’m capable of.

Isn’t this just an amazing feeling. It has to be experienced, it can’t be explained. It took some convincing but Mrs. G has come to accept and understand this new feeling that I have.

It has also empowered her to keep me from dipping honey from the pot.

[Chosen_Jackal]

On the surface level it’s all about how much my orgasms drain me physically and emotionally. It takes a lot time for me to get back to the state I thrive in when I come.

On a deeper level it’s more about how her orgasms makes me feel better on the inside than I’ve ever felt from coming myself.

[Chosen_Jackal]

We went to a munch last night, the last organized one before summer. Afterward, a bunch of us went to an afterparty at someone’s house. It ended up being a really good night. We met a lot of new people, and it felt like the kind of group we might actually grow closer to.

Red was nervous before we left. She always worries that no one will want to talk to her or that she’ll come off as boring. But once we got there, she relaxed. People were kind and open, and she ended up having a great time. I was so happy to see her smile and just enjoy herself.

At one point, she even humiliated me in front of some of them. Just a small comment, but enough to make it obvious that I’m submissive to her. I blushed hard. I was embarrassed, but also proud. Seen. It felt like we weren’t just playing at this dynamic behind closed doors. We are this, and now others saw it too. That meant a lot to me.

We ended the night at home. I gave her oral and made her come, and I could tell it was a good one. I felt so grounded in that moment, just being there for her pleasure, ending the night exactly where I was meant to be.

And we also signed up for the October kink weekend. Three days in luxury cabins with the same group. I’m still surprised that Red wanted to go. But I’m thrilled she did. It feels like something is shifting.