It’s Sunday evening and the weekend is wrapping up. I gave her oral sex on Saturday and through Sunday morning, which she liked, but it has been over a week since my last ejaculation and I have no desire to cum yet. Her job keeps her quite stressed during the weekdays, so she rarely has time or interest for sex. Meanwhile, I maintain a consistently high libido. We both exercise regularly; she remains thin and attractive, which only increases my desire for her. She is currently adapting to my male chastity lifestyle at a gradual pace, as it must be a significant change in perspective for her.
Regardless, it’s Sunday night now. I still feel the urge for intimate activity, but she wants to stay awake for her favorite TV program. This week, I chose to go to bed early and “be prepared” when she eventually joins me. I went upstairs, cleared my bowels, and administered three enemas until I felt completely clean. Then I hopped in the shower to ensure I was shaved and fresh. We own a waist-high four-poster bed. I took two towels: placed one halfway across the edge with half hanging down, and positioned the second towel further up. From my collection of toys, I retrieved an Aneros Progasm, some lubricant, restraints, and a blindfold.
I carefully secured wrist cuffs to ankle cuffs that were tied to anchors on the bottom of the bedposts, leaving my legs spread apart. I injected lube into my rectum, coated the Progasm with more lube, and inserted it. Because I was uncaged at the time, I slid a condom over my swelling erection (I didn’t expect to ejaculate fully but anticipated heavy leakage). Next, I placed headphones filled with binaural beats featuring sounds of women orgasming, put on the blindfold, lay chest-down on the towel-covered bed, locked hands behind my back, and let the device do its work.
As my anal muscles contract, the Progasm presses against the correct spot. Initially it feels just out of reach, but then, right when I am about to give up, it seems to gain momentum, causing involuntary spasms. The tip gently massages my prostate, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. Listening to the crescendo of women’s orgasms in my ears and hearing her breathe heavily say “yes, exactly there, fuck me like that,” I feel the same way about the Progasm. My body tenses and relaxes in sync with these sensations until sweat covers me. Without a typical orgasm, the device attempts to deliver a prostate one, an effort that is quite intense. Muscles I rarely use become sore by tomorrow, which will make me smile when I recall how they got there.
Apparently, my wife entered the room at some point and watched for a while. Then, as hoped, she climbed onto the bed after removing her pajama bottoms and panties. Instead of positioning herself face-down so I could eat her out, she pleasantly surprised me with her rear end. Once in position, after working saliva around her small rosebud for a few minutes, she began pushing back and forth slightly to allow tongue penetration. I expected that once she had enough, she would roll over to let me lick her pussy until orgasm…but she had different plans first.
After pulling away, I felt her move off the bed. The next sensation was when she placed a thumb on my taint, squeezed my testicles with one hand while stroking my cock with the other. Usually during prostate play, I only reach half-hard at best, but these extra sensations changed that quickly. As my penis became rock hard, she switched her stroking hand to manipulate the Progasm for a bit, pulling it in and out several times, which increased pressure on my prostate. I started feeling the familiar tingle as if needing to urinate. She made me leak into the condom, but that wasn’t enough; she released the toy, grabbed my cock, and began stroking vigorously. Two things became clear: she was determined to make me cum, and time was short.
The resulting orgasm was mind-blowing. She tightened her grip on my testicles and forced ejaculation into the condom. It must have been nearly full when the spasms ceased. I was half-asleep when I felt her squeeze down along my shrinking member and remove the condom. When the bed shifted again, I guessed what she was doing—“cumming,” so to speak. She moved in front of me and emptied the contents onto her pussy lips before sliding back under my face.
Like many men, the idea of eating cum feels much more appealing before climaxing myself, but my wife finds it quite hot and usually reaches orgasm faster when I do it. Since my orgasms are now rare events when she allows them, it is understood that I must immediately “clean up.” So while I wouldn’t say I have developed a taste for it, I have grown accustomed to eating her pussy with cum in or on it.
At this moment, I was happily licking the cum from her lips using long, slow lapping motions. Her orgasm built rapidly (for her), and before I knew it, she was writhing on the bed, one hand resting behind my head while the other clenched the sheets as her climax hit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” echoed through my headphones above the sounds of women orgasming.
When her hips finally stopped bucking, she dressed again and untied my hands. I quickly cleaned up and joined her in bed where she was peacefully falling asleep. As we spooned and cuddled, she said, “I want you locked up again tomorrow morning.” She knew I would replay the scene for days to come and might be tempted to masturbate…but right now, I am literally drained yet still deeply in love with this woman.