It has been about five weeks since my last post. In this previous post I described a game of chance I had devised to get my wife involved more in my chastity, including having her control the actual date and time of my orgasm. You may want to re-read my last post to refresh your memory (and enjoy the description of some very hot hotel sex), but the gist of the game rules was:
1. A one week cooling off period in which I received no or minimal sexual stimulation after my last orgasm, with a major tease period at the end of that first week.
2. Use of a random chance game after that first week to determine the general period of when my next orgasm would occur. This consisted of her drawing a marble from a sack containing 5 black and 1 white marble initially. Selection of a black marble meant no orgasm for me and another drawing in two days, with then 4 black marbles and 1 white marble - the drawings continuing like this until the white marble is selected.
3. When the white marble is selected, I get to cum within 3 days with the exact time within those three days determined by my wife. She was encouraged to "fake me out" once or twice, making me think some sexual play was going to lead to orgasm but then refusing me at the last moment. This meant I had to ask her permission before cumming.
4. The marble drawing was done in a romantic setting - at night (usually before we went to sleep), scented candles and soft music. The drawing to be preceded by some sexual play by both of us, with her teasing me.
So - how well did this work out? Some things worked and some things didn't. But, there was one very interesting discovery made along the way.
The first round went reasonably well except during the one week cooling off period when we were supposed to do some non-sexual touching, communication and cuddling - well, those things never happened. We would sit on the couch and watch TV together for a half hour or so, perhaps hold hands (if I initiated it) but that was about it. Without the hard date to do a drawing, she never got into any sort of romantic mood. After the one week cooling off period, I gave her a "Lady's Night," which consisted of an hour and a half of a full body massage with a happy ending provided with my tongue, fingers and her favorite wand vibrator. She enjoyed it but was not demonstrative in her joy, pretty much just taking a quick shower and going to sleep with almost no touching or communication afterward.
The white marble was selected by her at the fourth drawing which is about what probability would predict. The previous drawings were preceded by some nice romantic cuddling, kissing and general making out and some direct touching and teasing of my genitals while still locked up. Early in the "make-outs" she made it clear that she wanted nothing more than kissing in terms of stimulation. Her response each time of "I'm fine" when I would try to arouse her was a clear message of "hands off."
When she selected the white marble, she made it clear that she wanted to have sex immediately, not wait or tease me over three days. She had me remove the chastity device (she still doesn't like touching it) and we had conventional "at home" sex. It was very good for both of, with good, satisfying orgasms for both of us although not of the earth-shattering variety experienced the last time during our hotel adventure.
The second round's cooling off week went pretty much like the first with little or no affectionate contact without a drawing. This time, preceding the first drawing, she gave me about ten minutes of teasing and external prostate massage with my device still on before she drew. Incredibly, she beat the odds and drew a white marble the first time and let me know that there would be no wait. Instead of our regular, "at home" sex, she let tme know that she prefered to give me a hand job rather than have intercourse. She said she wanted to see me cum. It was good for a hand job but not great, not nearly as satisfying as intercourse and she demurred when I tried to reciprocate afterward. It had the feeling of "get it out of the way" sex which felt alot like our pre-chastity sex and not very satisfying on either an emotional or physical level.
Having gone two rounds with one week cooling off periods that did nothing for me or us in terms of bonding, I suggested we change the rules for the third round, having only a 4 day cooling off period but with an additional black marble added to the mix and her discretion after selecting a white marble extended to 4 days. I figured the intimate contact (the only contact) seemed to happen only when we had a reason to focus on each other like when we got together for a drawing.
This new timing seemed to work better. After four days we got together for our little drawing ceremony which was preceded by my giving her a really good foot massage with coconut oil scented lotion. She selected a black marble on this first drawing. Two days later, after more than usual primping and preparation of herself, we got together and, after about ten minutes of some very good teasing, we did the drawing. She drew a white marble - again beating the odds of selecting the one white marble from among five black ones. She let me know that there would be no delay - she was thoroughly ready for and wanted some hot passionate sex. And so we did.
We went at it passionately for more than an hour. She seemed to take control, starting out with me using my fingers and tongue on her and she using her wand massager. When I moved to enter her, "crossing the T," she said "I didn't say you could enter me." Wow, that totally blew my mind - she had never exercised that kind of control before. She was really getting into the role.
After a lot of stimulation and massager action, she came in a long series of powerful orgasms - each seeming to be the end but as she kept the vibrator pressed to her clit, I continued my ministrations as well, only to be rewarded by the sight and sound of her cumming again. When she was done cumming, she climbed on top of me, straddling my torso and then slid her way up until her shins were on my shoulders. I didn't need any further direction, pulling her glistening wet pussy to my lips and licking her gently, staying away from what I knew must be an overly sensitive clit after her orgasms, tasting her juices from every fold of her pink flesh. She began shuddering and I could feel the contractions of her tunnel through my lips. She reached around behind my head with both hands and pressed my face into her, holding me there until the shuddering subsided.
Afer she came this final time, she collapsed over me, panting, her face and hair wet with perspiration. Then she slid her body down over mine until her groin was pressed into mine. Then, she reached around and grasped my incredibly hard shaft and placed the head of my cock right at her entrance and held me there, brushing it slowly around her hole before plunging me in, sliding her body down over mine to penetrate herself to the hilt. She withdrew it to the very edge and then plunged herself down on me again, the sweat from both of our bodies lubricating her as she slid up and down on me. She did this a half a dozen times bringing me to that exquisite razor's edge of orgasmic explosion. I asked her if I could cum. "Yes, now," was all she replied. I didn't need anything more.
It was one of those white hot, almost painfully pleasurable explosions in which it felt the inside of my groin fairly erupted through my dick like Mount St. Helens going off. With both hands I gripped her deliciously soft, round buns and pressed her down on me as I thrust wildly into her, shooting hot cum with every maniacal thrust in. Finally, I went limp, my hands seeming to lose all strength, my arms suddenly so heavey I couldn't keep them wrapped around her. They flopped down on the mattress and it seemed for a few moments that I was floating upward.
We fell asleep or passed out like that, her on top of me, her arms wrapped around my neck, the side of her face pressed into mine. I don't know how long we were gone. When I finally came back to life, I felt cold - the overhead fan moving air over my sweat soaked, naked body and I heard the shower going over the sound of the still playing music. I must have fallen back asleep before she returned from her shower because I have no memory of anything until the next morning.
It was an experience that was at least equal to the earlier hotel "mini-honeymoon." Afterwards, I thought about what made the difference between that experience and the unsatisfying hand job the previous time and the answer was obvious - it was my wife's mood, attitude and passion since everything else was pretty much the same - same chastity device, same period between orgasms. It was her response that was the essential complement to the chastity device and routine that made the male chastity lifestyle such a powerful force in our relationship.
The title of this blog entry is "The Marble Game Takes An Interesting Turn." First, because of the incredibly pleasurable experience we both had while playing the game; but even more importantly, second - because of something I discovered about my wife's attitude towards "control." You see, after she beat 5 to 1 odds twice in a row, selecting the one white marble in the presence of five black ones, I checked the marbles. Now beating those odds twice in a row is not "winning the lottery," unlikely - it's about 2.5% or two and half chances out of a hundred. But, there was something else - something that only I would notice after a long marriage to my wife. I noticed that prior to the second drawing, she did all of the primping and preparing that she would do prior to having sex. Now, why would she do this unless she knew ahead of time that she would select a white marble and then could decide to have sex immediately.
So, I checked the marbles in the bag. The black ones looked and felt normal. The white one looked normal, but picking it up by itself, I felt something gritty on its surface. Feeling the white marble, it was clearly different than the black ones. It explained my wife's "amazing luck," not to mention the amount of time she would take as she fished around the bag while selecting a marble. There was no other explanation - she had doctored the white marble so she could distinguish it from the black ones and select or not select it when she chose.
Instead of being angry over the apparent cheating, I was delighted by this turn of events. It meant she wanted control over my orgasm - but she wanted to keep her controling hand hidden. It was perfect - even more than I could have hoped for in setting up the game. While seeming to give her a measure of control over my orgasm, she had secretly taken it - all of it. It was a very sweet discovery.
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