Slow and Steady Progress - Tantric Techniques Help

Slow and Steady Progress - Tantric Techniques Help

It has been four weeks since my last blog entry. I don’t like to write just for the sake of writing. I will never be a “daily” blogger. But after four weeks, there have been some changes - some progress, so I thought I would relate it and explain how it came about.
First, in the last four weeks I have had four orgasmic releases - one a week on average; that’s not bad. The actual period between them varied from 13 days to 3 days. The 13 day period was difficult but not as difficult as I thought it would be. My next release is scheduled for this Saturday, May 8th, seven days after my last one.
We are continuing to use dice to establish the date of my next release during a short “roll ceremony” in which we light candles, talk about how we are doing with this and then roll the dice. We have ditched the black/white marble selection. My wife reports that this is one of her favorite parts of this lifestyle change - providing some close “together” time where we can talk about what we are feeling, and giving her a date for our next full sexual encounter so she can relax and not worry about being confronted or pressured by me for sex before then.
One of the things I discovered during our talks was that previously, the uncertainty of when I would want sex made her very uneasy - she never knew when I would put her on the spot to have to immediately decide either to accept my proposition (even if she wasn’t in the mood) or reject me. It made both of us resentful and angry - she being surprised and put on the spot; me feeling like she was only going through the motions or outright rejecting me. Without this change in our lifestyle, I never would have known how disruptive that was to our relationship and how much she resented having to tiptoe around that ever-present elephant in the room. Moreover, whereas before she always felt nervous about being “playful” with me when she wasn’t in the mood for sex, worried that I would misinterpret her intentions and escalate the play into intercourse, she now feels free to be playful, freed from that worry.
It is not all good news. She is still very hesitant, even squeamish about having anything to do with my CB-6000 chastity device. She won’t put it on me, take it off me or ask me directly about whether I have it on. She won’t have anything to do with controlling when I put it on or take it off - hence I am not using a lock on it, only a lanyard hook or clip to keep it on. But, there is a glimmer of light - lately, when we kiss and hug, particularly when one of us is leaving or arriving back home, I can feel her checking me out - seeing if I have it on. Sometimes the checks are meant to be surreptitious; other times she gives it a couple of pats and smiles at me. For her, this is a huge breakthrough. I am now wearing it about 23 of every 24 hours - taking it off for brief periods in the morning and evening to shower, clean the device and change over from the larger ring, tube and pin I use at night (to deal with night/morning involuntary erections) to the smaller components I use during the day to make it easier to conceal.
I had a little epiphany of my own which I think led to the progress we have had in establishing the chastity lifestyle. The bright insight that hit me was this whole thing stood a much better chance of success if I stopped trying to convince her to accept and participate in the things that were important to me but she was most resistant to and concentrate on those things that were important to me but gave her ease and pleasure, even if she didn’t completely understand it all. So, about a month ago, I began focusing this change in our lifestyle on things that were immediately beneficial and/or pleasurable for her.
As strange as this might sound, the course of our relationship might have been changed by the simple act of my doing the laundry on my own initiative one Sunday afternoon while she was out. It was a chore she really disliked and always complained about but did it anyway, partly because I don’t think she trusted me to be able to figure out what got washed with what and what got dried in the dryer or hung up; and partly because it was the way the division of domestic chores gravitated, particularly after I took over all food shopping and cooking chores about ten years ago. I did sheets, towels, her clothes and mine - six loads of laundry, without making any mistakes. Wow -
She was incredibly grateful that I had done this without her even asking me. She said she dreaded coming home that afternoon with all of that laundry awaiting her. When she asked me why I had done it, I told her the truth, that one of the well documented effects of voluntary chastity on men in general and me in particular was it gave us, me, a powerful desire to please our mate, to do things for her. It gave me pleasure to do that laundry for her and see the look of surprise, joy and relief on her face.
This laundry event coming just a few days after the first “Lady’s Night” (described in detail in my previous blog entry) caused a gradual but significant shift in her thinking about this new chastity thing I had introduced into our relationship. She told me that she had noticed that I was being more attentive to her in the last month, listening to her, really paying attention when she spoke and offering more empathic responses. The light was coming on for her that there were real benefits to her in this arrangement - it was not all about playing some new, weird sexual game to satisfy some odd desire in me.
I think another breakthrough occurred when, in the last three weeks, we did two “Lady’s Nights,” much like the previous one but both times with me not enclosed by the chastity device. I wanted to demonstrate that I could refrain from seeking sexual release even when clearly and visibly aroused by focusing on giving her pleasure. Those two additional very enjoyable experiences for her started to shift her thinking about the inevitability of a man’s single-minded pursuit of sexual release whenever he is aroused. Maybe she was given a good “blue balls” story in her youth and it has colored her view of men’s control of their sexual reaction - i.e. that they have no control once aroused. But, she is finally starting to believe that this is not true for me and, what’s more, it is not painful in the least for me to be sexually denied (or more accurately deferred); in fact I find the increase in sexual tension and the ability to serve her and bring her pleasure intensely pleasurable for me - maybe not orgasm level pleasurable but very nice nonetheless and the deferral, the tease, the edging and peaking that occurs before my sexual release greatly magnifies the feeling of pleasure I get when I finally do release.
There has been one other important factor in the positive shift in her thinking. The book I mentioned in my last blog posting is titled “Tantric Secrets For Men” by Kerry and Diane Riley. It is available at Amazon -

http://www.amazon.com/Tantric-Secrets-Men-Enhancing-Ecstasy/dp/0892819693/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1273189173&sr=1-1

The book has really improved our ability to communicate with each other about our emotional and sexual feelings. It has given us the language and opportunities to do this and a number of sexual techniques that both of us have found very pleasurable. The book is more than a sex book - actually it is a book about building and strengthening the bonds of love and trust between two people in a committed relationship (married or long term). There are a number of techniques and exercises, what the authors call “practices”, which are of particular interest to those in a male chastity lifestyle relationship - such things as male ejaculation control (things he can do and things they both can do to prevent his ejaculation while still bringing pleasure to the male); and goddess worship - lavishing your female significant other with undivided attention to bring her sexual pleasure through a variety of techniques which are well described in the book. We’ve used some of them already and they definitely work for both of us.
So the process continues - it will not all be as I want it to be tomorrow or the next day, the next week or the next month. It’s going to take awhile and I intend to enjoy every bit of the journey. In the coming weeks and months, I will write from time to time to report progress, setbacks, thoughts and feelings on how we are doing. All comments and suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Kelmag

The More Things Change . . .

The More Things Change . . .

It has been five weeks since my last blog entry and much has happened since then, but I find myself in pretty much the same position I was in five weeks ago - neither here nor there. I’ll explain. First, on the diet front, two weeks after going off the Chastity Diet (which was basically that I had to lose a pound from the last time I had sex/release to earn the next one), I had gained two and a half pounds back. Obviously, I still needed the motivation of earning a release to take and keep weight off. I went back on the Chastity Diet, lost the two plus pounds in a week and modified the program so that now I must weigh under 170 lbs to earn the right to roll the dice - and again must weigh in and be under the weight limit to earn the possibility of release.

The program now includes the following features:

1. I must weigh the morning of the roll date and be under the weight limit or my roll date is lost and reset for a week later, at which time I must weigh in again.

2. I must weigh in the morning of a possible sex/release date and if I am over the limit, I lose it and must get under the weight limit to roll again.

3. On the evening of a sex/release date, we place ten white and ten black marbles in a black, velour sack. Each of us picks one marble without looking:

A. If both are black, we continue with our date, but my orgasm is denied and I remain locked up for our date; and of course, I give wife an orgasm.

B. If both are white, I am released from the chastity device and allowed to have an orgasm while having sex with my wife.

C. If one is white and one is black, I am released from the chastity device and give my wife an orgasm, but she doesn’t tell me until after she gets off, whether we will continue and I will get to release.

4. The day after we have sex (whether or not I get to release) is a roll date - I roll the dice to see when the next possible release date will be.

It all sounds good but my wife is so profoundly vanilla that she has problems with some aspects of it. First, she is repulsed by the chastity device and is very reluctant to touch it or me when I’m in it. Even after I gave her a key on a gold chain at a little ceremony in our bedroom and had her lock and unlock me several times over the course of a couple of days to get her familiar with it, she just doesn’t like dealing with it and won’t unless I ask her to which sort of ruins any possibility of spontaneous teasing. She has likened it to the mask worn by Hannibal Lecture in Silence of the Lambs and just finds it “weird,” and “creepy;” not exactly an accepting and promising response.

Second, she just can’t bring herself to believe that I still get great pleasure and joy giving her an orgasm even if I don’t get one myself. She can’t shake that belief despite my continued assurances to her that it is true. Also, she can’t shake the belief that the chastity device is painful for me and even more painful when I am aroused and therefore is very reluctant to do anything to arouse me when I am in it. I’ve told her honestly that it is never painful, and when aroused, it may be uncomfortable but it is never painful for me. And, I enjoy the feeling of my aroused penis being constrained like that.

To emphasize the point, I gave her an invitation (in fancy script print) to a “Lady’s Night” evening of pleasure in which I invited her to enjoy an evening in which her pleasure would be my only focus. It included champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, scented candles, some nice mood music, warmed scented oils, a long, slow foot massage, followed by a full body massage with a very happy ending. Her masseur, me, would be in my chastity device and clad only in a black thong supporter.

She accepted my invitation and the Lady’s Night went extremely well. For over two hours, I kneaded, rubbed and massaged my darling wife until she was a limp noodle and then added tongue, fingers and toys to bring her to a crashing orgasm. I demonstrated to her that she could have an incredibly satisfying sexual experience with me while I remained locked up and I didn’t crumple up and expire in excruciating pain. I very much enjoyed the experience of bringing her to orgasm and watching her in the throes of exquisite pleasure.

On my release date following the Lady’s Night, she was incredibly aggressive and sexy - tempting me, teasing me, making me follow her from room to room, chair, to floor, to couch, making out like a couple of horny teenagers, before she finally unlocked my chastity device and just about squeezed the life out of me pulling me inside of her and holding me there while she ground herself against me, reaching orgasm just before she triggered my own earth-shattering release. Despite the rug burns, both of us were utterly and blissfully sated and satisfied.

So what’s the problem? Well, each of the sexual encounters we had while starting the evening in my chastity device took place after I gave her a couple of drinks (she loves vodka and lemonade) which seems to be the only way for her to loosen up, shed the inhibitions and become sexually adventurous, playful and aggressive. Since I don’t want an alcoholic wife and would like to have her participate willingly, even joyfully in this chastity experience while completely sober, I am at a loss as to how to proceed. Without a couple of drinks, the whole chastity play thing seems completely repugnant to her or somehow threatening to her safe, vanilla world of husband and wife roles and husband and wife sex. Any suggestions or recommendations on how to help her through those barriers would be greatly appreciated. I know there must be others whose wives were a bit freaked out initially and found a way to make it work for both of them.

I have given her an interesting book to read - not about male chastity, but about Tantric Sex techniques. Although the method used for doing it is different than male chastity, the main themes of the book are achieving long term ejaculation control by the male and providing lengthy, skilled massage of the female. We are actually reading it together - I did the first hundred pages a couple of days ago and she just finished the same hundred pages today. We are supposed to talk about it tonight and perhaps try some of the exercises or “practices” the author recommends. After that, we will alternate, each reading a chapter and then talking about it and/or try it out. I’ll write about it in my next post where I will provide the name of the book and author if it works out well for us and is something I can recommend. Until next time.
The Secret Chastity Husband.

An Update on the Chastity Diet

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Poetic Hydraulics

It’s been an interesting week. Finally broke through my second plateau and dropped my tenth pound in what is now day 39. I’m still on my quarter pound a day track (sounds like a McDonald’s commercial, doesn’t it?). Actually lost the tenth pound two days ago but my wife was indisposed (bladder problems) so no date that night, and I was on a business trip for two days and just returned. Didn’t gain anything on the business trip, but didn’t lose any weight either. Hopefully, tonight is a date night - but you never know.
I have been wearing the CB-6000 on a regular basis. As mentioned in a previous post, I wear the regular tube at night with the largest ring and spacer; and the shorty tube during the day with the medium ring and second largest spacer. It’s been pretty close to 24/7, just taking it off to shower while changing the equipment from night gear to day gear. It’s been very comfortable - no rashes or abrasions as others have described. I use a thick, water based lubricant, Maxx, on the shaft and head and the front of the scrotum where the tube presses (particularly the shorty tube), and use a skin cream moisturizer around the entire circumference of my genitals after shaving (I keep about three quarters of an inch clean shaven all the way around). It seems to be working.
The night time erections are kind of interesting - “full bladder woodies,” I’d call them; the entire penis gets fiercely hard and tries its best to erect, succeeding at least partially. The head presses so hard against the end of the tube that part of it protrudes through the slit. Meanwhile, the erecting penis pushes the tube outward from the body with all of the force that my blood pressure can muster. As the tube is attached to the ring around my shaft and balls, it pulls the whole package out from my body, applying considerable pressure to my balls. It is this pressure that often wakes me up at about 4 A.M..
I usually try to mentally defuse the erection, thinking of something non-sexual, multiplication tables, the latest basketball scores, anything. It doesn’t work. Although I can almost always defuse an erection when stimulated by sexual thoughts or stimuli, the full bladder woodie seems to have a life of its own - more hard wired physically and not subject to mental manipulation. Even though I’m wearing the largest ring, which is two sizes larger than the one that fits me during the day, it is absolutely filled without room for even the tip of my pinkie to fit. Not only is my scrotum filling the ring, my balls trapped and fixed in place between the ring and tube plate, but the part of my shaft buried under the skin at the perineum is also fully engorged and pressing against the inside of the ring.
The engineer part of me marvels at the hydraulics at work and the way the CB-6000 is designed to harness that hydraulic power to discourage it. The design takes the pressure of an erection and applies it against the tender testicles trapped between two unyielding plastic plates. The poet part of me enjoys the irony that the power behind those hydraulics is my beating heart. It is my own heart that is pressuring my tender balls, holding them hostage until I get up and relieve my poor bladder.
Can’t wait for tonight’s date - if it happens. I’ll write about it in my next post.

Getting Shorty

Jan. 22, 2010: It has been 30 days since I started this chastity routine. In my last post, I described the amazing sex I had with my wife four days ago. It was truly mind-shattering, for both of us. I feel like I've stumbled upon some kind of source of power and pleasure that I'd never even imagined before. My wife, who is as vanilla as they come, is starting to think about the possibilities of this. In addition to the fabulous sex, it is also affecting the rest of our relationship in a positive way. The last couple of weeks I found myself wanting to do things for her -meal preparation, shopping, laundry, anything to make her life easier. I also find myself wanting to be with her, in the same room, on the couch together. I also want to be touching her and do so at every opportunity, not in an overtly sexual way, but softly caressing her arms, massaging her shoulders, touching her face. And she has been responding to this new found attentiveness on my part with touches and caresses for me.
On the diet front, I have lost a pound since our last sexual encounter, but alas we are having guests stay for the weekend and my wife is not comfortable having sex with guests in the house. I've always said that we could have sex without anybody in the house hearing us. However, given how loudly vocal we were last time as we both gave voice to the most intense and long lasting pleaurable feelings either of us has had before, I have to conclude that this time she is right. The funny thing is - after experiencing that kind of sex after abstinence, I don't mind waiting, delaying, abstaining for a few days. I now know what's waiting for me at the end of the delay. On the total weight loss, after 30 days, I've lost 7.6 lbs, a rate that almost exactly matches the quarter pound per day I projected at the start of this.
As for the title of this post - "Getting Shorty," it refers to my purchase of a CB-6000s or "shorty" cage to complement the regular CB-6000 I've been using. After testing the regular CB-6000 for a couple of weeks, it became clear to me that although the device was comfortable and not readily detectable when I had on baggy jeans and an oversized, pull-over shirt, it was less comfortable in dress slacks or suit pants and it was definitely visible. Although some chastity bloggers have said "so what, so it bulges a little", I can't do that. My private life is my own - it is not for public display.
I had read some reviews of the CB-6000 "shorty" and was a little doubtful that I could fit into it. I generally measure about 31/2 to 4 inches when flaccid and the "shorty" description says it's 21/2 inches long. But I did notice that after wearing the regular CB-6000 for an hour or so, I seemed to shrink quite a bit. I guess my ancestors must have derived some evolutionary benefit from shrinking their dick when it was caught in a tight place because I seemed to have inherited the trait. When I measured myself after one of those "shrinkages," I found that I was less than 2 inches in length. So I ordered the shorty cage and gave it a try.
It arrived last week, and as I suspected, I could not put it directly on, I was too big. But after wearing the regular 6000 for an hour or so, I'd shrunk enough to allow me to swap out the shorty for the regular cage. It slipped on easily; easier than the regular cage when first putting it on.
The shorty has a much smaller profile, both because of its shorter length and its steeper downward angle. The regular cage points downward at an angle. The shorty points almost directly down, laying snuggly against the front-center of the ball sack. It is very comfortable with all types of slacks and has no visible bulge. From the outside, it feels like a small, athletic, protective cup. The only drawbacks with it I found are the steeper angle puts a little more pressure on the tendons that hold the penis to the pelvic wall - not painful, but definitely there; and it is much less forgiving of erections, or should I say attempted erections.
For me, attempting to erect in a shorty is both a futile and moderately painful activity. Futile in that the shorter length and steep downward angle make an erection impossible for me (unlike the regular 6000, where I can actually erect somewhat, although not fully.) and moderately painful as just the start of an erection immediately pulls on the encompassing ring, putting pressure on my balls which are trapped snuggly between the ring and cage, and separated by the underside of the cage. It feels like a hand closing around the ball sack and pulling on them like a weighted parachute harness. Fortunately, I did not naturally start to erect while in the shorty; in fact it kept my dick well insulated from stimulation. I tested what would happen with an erection by watching some porn. If you are looking for an anti-erection as well as an anti-orgasm device, then the shorty is for you.
Over the last two days, I have been testing a sort of rotation - using the regular CB-6000 at night (with a larger ring, pin and spacer than I normally use) and then switching to the regular sized ring, pin and spacer in the morning for an hour or so (to shrink me enough) before putting on the shorty cage with the regular ring/pin/spacer for the remainder of the day. It has worked very well. I have slept normally with it at night and gone about my normal, daily routine with the shorty on during the day.
So far, my wife has not detected the chastity device. If she does, I will tell her it's to help me to stay chaste both to motivate me for weight loss and to continue the great sex we are having. After another 30 days, I shuld be down to my goal weight. We will then talk about how we keep this great thing going, without weight loss as a prime motivation. I think that would be a good time to tell her about the chastity devices and how much they helped me during the diet and how I would like to continue using them afterwards. Til next time . . .
KelMag

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

Okay - now this was cruel and unusual punishment. I woke up early Sunday morning, weighed in and found my weight loss to be still two tenths of a pound short. I had lost only eight tenths of a pound instead of the required full pound since my last sex/release. It was now seven days, which is like an eternity for me who has been used to one or more releases every day.
I get a call an hour later from a buddy of mine who tells me he has a Chargers playoff ticket available to sell from the friend he attends games with who hurt his back. I jump on it and an hour and half later, I'm in the stadium parking lot with my buddy at a terrific tailgate party. A large grill is cooking bratwursts, sausages and dogs, and the tables are groaning with chips, dips, cookies and brownies and there are jugs of pre-mixed margueritas. And me, I'm dieting and two tenths of pound short of my goal to get relief. I know if I partake of the spread, It will be at least another week (or more!) before I've lost that damned pound.
This is where the power of chastity comes in. In previous diets, I would have partaken of the fare, mentally checking it off as a one day, off-diet day and promising myself to go back on it tomorrow. Not this time though. I wanted that sexual relief bad - my penis was in an almost constant state of arousal; it was fairly vibrating with excitement. I stayed on the diet. I passed up all the great food and munched on carrots and celery, and drank my unsweetened ice tea. Then I went in for the game; watched the Chargers fumble and stumble around for three hours and lose miserably to the Jets. Then, to allow the traffic to lighten, they set up the tailgate food again and for another hour and a half I sat and willed myself to pass on the spread, my tingling groin reminding me why.
The next morning, Monday, I weighed in and found I had lost those troublesome two tenths of a pound. It had taken me eight days, but I had finally lost the damned pound. I told my wife the news and she told me that I was doing great and tonight would be a "date" night. Yahoo - at last. I felt like a teenager getting ready to go parking on lover's lane with a high school hottie.
The day couldn't pass fast enough. Finally, evening came. She asked me to make her a drink while she showered. My wife is very fastidious about her hygiene, particularly for sex. She will shower, freshly shave her legs, buff nails, shampoo hair, powder and lotion her body, mouthwash and brush, etc. and she expects the same of me which I always do. Of course, unfortunately, this makes spontaneous sex just about impossible. All of our intimate encounters are scheduled "dates." In twenty years we have had perhaps a half-dozen "spur of the moment" flings and then only after she had had a lot to drink.
We watch a little TV together while we sip our drinks and cuddle a little - talk about how the day went. I gently stroke and massage her legs as we talk; she has on a short nightie shirt and a robe as we sit and talk. I think she senses that something is different tonight. She knows we haven't had sex in a while and it's tied to my diet but doesn't know that I have been using a chastity device, and doesn't know just how unusual it is for me to go that long without an orgasm.
The show ends and we head for the bedroom, hand in hand. I feel like I'm nineteen again, all aquiver with sexual excitement. I put some soft music on, strip and get into bed. My wife finishes primping a bit before removing her robe and turning off the light. My wife prefers sex in the dark which is really too bad because she has a beautiful body and I love looking at it. We've had sex in the daylight before, with shades tightly drawn to darken the room. But at night, the lights go out.
A little foreplay starts, her hands rubbing and massaging my thighs before working their way up to my groin; my hands mirroring hers until I find the neatly trimmed furrow of her pubic mound. As usual, she has already put lubricant in her pussy. She says she does this because in her stage of life (menopausal) she is drier than she used to be and must have a genrous amount of lube to be comfortable. I'm sure this is all true but I think she puts it on beforehand, instead of during foreplay to discourage oral sex. She is just too fastidious and self-conscious about her hygiene to be comfortable with oral sex. I've told her many times that I love what little musky aroma is present but no dice. The lube we use is silicon based and is absolutely awful to taste. The discouragement plan works.
I think she notices right away that I am more sensitive, more aroused than usual and she starts to delight in teasing me - stroking my cock and balls lightly before pulling her hand away. Meanwhile, in between sharp spasms of pleasure reacting to her touch, I am gently stroking her pussy, working my fingers up and down the slit, dipping in occasionally and then finding her clit and working my fingertips in gentle circles around it. She is responding to my increased passion with more passion of her own.
After about twenty minutes of this, with fingers in her pussy and my mouth on her nipples and the nape of her neck (her favorite spot), she climbs on top of me and starts teasing me again, drawing my rampant cock up and down across her clit and the lips of her pussy, both of us moaning loudly. I could cum at any time, but my many years of self-exploration have given me the ability to stop just short of orgasmic explosion and stay at that heighened arousal almost indefinitely.
Finally, she puts me in her and she begins riding me, drawing herself up and down instead of in and out, maximizing the pressure and friction on her clit. I match her movements, stroke for stroke, and we are in perfect harmony. I have never felt such intense pleasure without an orgasm before. It's like electricity, coursing through my shaft, then deep into my groin before hitting my spine and radiating upwards and outwards in all directions. We go on like this for what must have been ten minutes of so before she begins panting loudly, faster and faster; her hips jerking spasmodically.
I know that this is what she does just before she cums and I'm a little surprised but so turned on by it I can't even describe the feeling. Surprised, because my wife almost never orgasms from penetration and intercourse - her orgasms almost always come after I've cum (at her insistence) with a vibrator and the help of my fingers. I say amost never, because I can't even remember the last time she orgasmed while I was fucking her. I dimly recall her doing it a couple of times before we got married but who knows if those were real. This one was definitely real.
She goes off like a rocket, wildly jerking her hips as I grasp her breasts with my hands and massage her nipples with my finger tips. She's screaming and hissing in my ear, then crushing her lips to mine, her tongue halfway down my throat as she continues to spasm and jerk before finally collapsing on top of me. I keep up the strokes but slow them down; her "dryness" problem obviously a thing of the past as I slip and slide easily in and out of her. After a few minutes, she catches her breath and raises her slim torso back up and again and picks up the riding pace just about where she left off when she came.
I wanted to give her another orgasm. I wanted us to come together, so I reached back to the nighstand and picked up the Hitachi wand type vibrator, putting it on low and slipping in between our sweaty pubic mounds until I found the top of her slit. She jumped when it made contact, her clit still obviously very sensitive from her last orgasm. I moved it off to the side and let it vibrate in circles along her sensitive inner thighs; then moving it in large circles around her thighs and lower abdomen, avoiding her crotch, inching closer with a tease and then moving it away.
After several minutes of this, she reached around and started playing with my balls - a sure fire way to get me off. With knowing fingers, she found that sensitive patch under my balls, the perineum, and began massaging it. I thrust up violently in reaction, waves of pure pleasure bursting within me. She began laughing, teasing me with her fingers as I began thrusting rapidly in and out. I had just enough presence of mind to move the vibrator closer to her clit. My wife didn't wait for me to make contact, she guided my hand with the vibrator and then took it from me, finding her joy spot herself immediately. She bucked quickly once, twice, then several times rapidly as she began pantly loudly again, moaning in pleasure.
I knew the time was right and I let myself go, mentally picturing the head of my dick entering her tunnel through her swollen, shining pussy lips and then exploding in a shower of white jets. Just as I formed the image in my head, that last little tumble fell into place and I felt that exquisite last moment of burning, intense, indescribable pleasure before I erupted, bucking wildly. As soon as I violently, and compeltely impaled her, I felt her shudder and shake and then scream that she was cumming. Together, we bucked wildly, comletely lost in the waves of pleasure that kept washing over us. Finally she stopped and collaped on top of me. I was still stroking back and forth, slowly, squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of the orgasm.
We lay together, her on top of me, our sweat mingling, making her slippery on top of me, both of us gone, not unconscious, but not really conscious either. As we both stirred and recovered, she whispered in my ear - "I don't know what this diet and chastity thing is all about but whatever you're doing, keep it up. That was the best sex I've ever had." "Me too," I replied. "I can't even describe what I felt - it was so intense and it lasted so long."
In another a minute or so, she was up and takng a shower while I put the lube and vibrator away. It was, without a doubt, the best sex I've ever had. This chastity diet thing is like flipping a two headed coin. "Heads I win," if I make the pound lose quickly, in three or four days - then there is sex that night. "Heads I win," if I don't quite make the pound for some time - if I plateau like I did this time and it takes eight days, I get incredibly pleasurable sex and a thoroughly turned on wife. Either way, it's all good for me. And, apparently, for my wife too. I think this lovemaking session will make her more receptive to the parts of this program I've kept secret from her - the chastity device and the elimination of my masturbation habit. Maybe she won't think I'm some kinky nutcase after all. I think she's just glimpsed what's in it for her and it was a powerful vision indeed.
The next morning when we both remarked on how wonderful the previous night had been, she said that one of the things that really turned her on was the feeling of power over me - that she could give or withhold immense plesure at her whim. Indeed, indeed she could. Til the next post . . .

The Latest Adventures of Secret Chastity Husband

I have good news and bad news. The good news is I had sex with my wife six days ago and it was absolutely fabulous. I can't even describe the body-jerking, toe curling, spine tingling (literally!) orgasm I experienced. I have had five orgasms since I started this program 24 days ago, and the sex has gotten progressively better. My wife's orgasms have also improved as she is turned on by my passion and explosions. Before this, I usually had sex with my wife about twice a week, but I oragasmed at least once a day from masturbation. Maybe it's the physical build-up of semen, maybe it's the heightened anticipation - the edginess of going without, maybe it's knowing that my wife feels empowered by this (she told me this last week - it's a real turn on for her that I must battle every day with my horniness for her), maybe it's all those things, maybe it's something else entirely, but after almost twenty years of increasingly mundane, routine sex with my wife, it is now an earth-shattering experience that I eagerly seek and will do what I need to do to obtain it (i.e. hold to my diet and lose the pound needed).
Now the bad news, it had been six days since I last had sex with my wife and my weight has plateaued - I've lost only 0.6 lbs in those six days as it has see-sawed back and forth between no loss and the 0.6. Fortunately, I've had experience with diets before and know the body hits a "set point" after it's lost 4-5 lbs. and tries to hold onto the weight (remember homeostatis from high school biology), retaining water even as it burns fat to maintain overall body weight. Basically, it's trying to wait out (pardon the pun) the famine. The only thing that works is to stick to the diet and actually increase the protein levels of the diet to 40-50% from 30-40%. I've also pushed up my exercise intensity a little the last couple of days. In the past, my body gives up after a few days and suddenly drops a couple of lbs. over night (with lots of getting up to pee during the night). Hopefully, tonight will be that night.
I've been wearing the CB-6000 for at least several hours each day throughout the week - the first week of wearing it a lot each day. I can report amazingly few difficulties. I went out with it and did a couple of hours of routine errands while wearing it - grocery store, cleaners, gas station, Starbucks, hardware store, etc., and often I forgot I had it on. I was wearing baggy jeans, loose boxer shorts and an oversized tee-shirt so I was pretty confident that no bulge was visible. The only difficulty, and it was minor, was getting in and out of my car. Somehow, lifting my leg like that to climb in and out would put pressure on my balls which are trapped and held fast between the hard plastic of the ring and the cage base.
The other thing that took a while getting used to was having my dick pointing almost straight down; the natural position I carry it is ususally pointing out or slightly up and to the right (a right-hanger as a tailor would call it). It felt oddly out of place pointed down like that - it is psychologically, a very submissive position for it, at least to me and that gave me pleasure. I also derived considerable psychlogical pleasure from walking around, doing routine errands and having a secret under my pants that would certainly surprise and shock nearly everybody I met. I wondered what the young Starbucks gal taking my coffee order would think if she knew what I had hidden from her by the thin material of my pants.
One of the days I had it on for the afternoon, working at home, planning to take it off in a few minutes before my wife came home (she still does not know that I'm using a chastity device - please read my earlier posts for why), when I heard the click of the front door latch. She came home almost an hour early, completely surprising me. At first I panicked, but then realized that I was in the same baggy jeans and shorts and long t-shirt I wore when I went on my errands. Unless she touched me in the crotch, or pressed up against it with her body, she would never know I had it on. I was smiling inside as she came up and gave me the usual peck on the lips greeting me as I slipped my hand down between us to keep her from feeling the hard bulge of plastic in my crotch. She never suspected a thing and went off to shower and change for dinner. I continued to wear it for a couple of more hours, eating dinner with her, only taking it off before settling down on the couch to watch TV, since she sometimes curls up next to me and would surely feel it.
She went to bed about an hour earlier than me which is common on "non-date" nights. I decided to wear the CB-6000 that night for the first time. I thought there was minimal chance my wife woud feel it, she sleeps all the way on the far edge of our king-sized bed and likes her own space when she's sleeping. No spooning or cuddling for her; she is like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing - "This is my dance space, this is your dance space. You don't come into my space and I don't come into yours." She is very territorial when in bed if it's not a "date" night.
From what I read, I expected the device to be uncomfortable and that I would have difficulty sleeping. It wasn't uncomfortable at all - in fact I tried a number of different positions to see which ones would be uncomfortable and found only belly- down to be problematic - the downward pressure the cage puts on the shaft is increased in the belly-down position causing some discomfort from the pressure this puts on the tendons holding the shaft to the pubic area. Kind of like having your erection pushed down like the handle of a pump - not good. I think I helped the comfort of the device by using the largest ring (I normally use the middle ring) and the largest locking pin and spacer (I normally use the second largest). I got up several times during the night to pee and only had a problem once. In the dark, I could not see that I was half-erected (as erect as I could be in the cage) and my uretral opening was partially blocked making it difficult to pee and difficult to empty my bladder completely. In the dark, I thought I was done and stood up only to realize with my first step that standing up had freed the blocked urethral opening and more urine streamed out. I slipped on the small puddle with my first step and almost took a header. I caught myself and quickly cleaned up the mess. My wife is a heavy sleeper and never stirred. Lesson learned - pee with the light on. The folllwing morning, I rose first, removed the device and stored it away. She never suspected a thing.
On my next post I will write more about my wife's sexual habits, at least her preparations as it relates to why I can probably keep this thing secret indefinitely unless i am really careless or unlucky. Until next time . . .