Interesting timing of your question. I hope I can keep this brief. We started this a year ago today. I have been taking testosterone shots for several years now. I had gotten to a point of masturbating like a teenager. I became disgusted with myself as it started affecting our sex life. So I opened up to her and the cage was a token of my commitment. For us this journey is more about recommitment and less about setting records. The next few months were a struggle, but when she began to realize the benefits she got real serious about it.. @Tongue+groove can you clarify what the emotional struggle is in this instance?
The three events I mentioned she actually directed my self pleasure. Keep in mind she has watched me on numerous occasions and has enjoyed the event. Usually with humorous satisfaction. These three events were different because:
1) I had committed to No diy period.
2) she directed my every move with verbal instructions. (Play with your balls, spit on it, stroke faster, slower, stop, start…..)
In my mind I was violating my commitment, but on the other hand I had also succumbed to do as she tells me. It became a battle of commitments. So there was no real self pleasure in the act. It’s like being caught smoking and made to smoke the whole pack.
On the second occasion she had me stop short and just wait and watch for it to dribble. Totally spoiled cum. Then cleanup.
On the third I failed to follow her instructions and finished. I was denied everything for several weeks. She let me know she was disappointed in my lack of self control. This blew my mind.
Finally, the coincidence of your question timing. We’ve been snowed in for a week and she has given me a three day chastiversary celebration. Yesterevening while watching her read I commented on how I loved staring at her and basking in loving her. She replied my pussy is sore so you’re on your own. To which I said. I haven’t done that in over a year but I could just staring at you. With an evil grin she says you are free to do as you please as long as it’s in your chair staring at me.
I was given a hall pass all she would do is set there. I retrieved a bottle of massage oil. It didn’t take long, I lost all self control just looking her in the eyes. When I returned to reality she was grinning with delight. I felt foolish for letting go. She simply said, are you ok, did you enjoy yourself?
Sorry for the lengthy response maybe I should’ve left it at a battle of commitments.
Time to lock up for year two.
