It has been 5 months now—exactly 155 days to be precise, which equals 3720 hours since I was permitted to orgasm. I truly believed that at the 150-day mark I would finally get my release; it is a nice, LONG number after all, and an even one too. I was certain if I could reach 150 she would definitely let me cum, but oh how wrong I was! Let me go back a little. The longest period I have ever endured was 91 days—that was a long time to wait; truly three whole months! But five months? Let me tell you it feels like at least triple the length of my previous 91-day stretch. My Wife began denying me 396 days ago, and during that span I watched the interval between orgasms grow from 11 days out to 25, then 45, then 69, then 91, and now it has reached my current record of 155 days. That is only five orgasms in thirteen months! The difficult part is that prior to this denial schedule I was having over three orgasms a week. What makes the situation almost as tough is that she hasn’t physically caused me to cum for 315 days now! Yes, you read that right: my first three releases were performed by her hand; the last two were self-administered exactly as she instructed. I know they count as orgasms, but damn it just isn’t quite as satisfying. The first time she ordered me to make myself cum was excitingly hot; the second time was also hot because I REALLY wanted her to do the deed for me but was forcefully refused… and then there is always that hope for next time… hoping she will finally take charge… It has been 315 days since she did! So, back to today—Day 155. I am out working (which involves driving around the countryside as a field sales manager for a large industrial company), and my Wife starts sending me some teasing text messages. But I know better than to get too excited; I have been there, done that! She begins with the usual “How is my little cock doing today?” To which I reply, “Fine, confined in its cage and still horny as hell for every ounce of you!” “Good!” she says without a trace of remorse. “When are you coming home?” she asks next. “In about two hours,” I answer. “Perfect. I want you to picture my fine ass sticking up in the air, wearing a thong that is tightly rubbing against my wet little pussy while both your cum and the fabric cover it. This image will keep me uncomfortably hard for the rest of the day. I need you to focus: start straining your partially erect cock against your cage right now!” “Yes Miss, I promise,” I quickly text back between short heavy breaths. Do you see what I am dealing with? The combination of this chastity device between my legs and the orgasm denial has turned out to be both the most fun and the most painful experience I have ever had… all at once! I continue driving, thinking, and straining against my metal cage. That thing leaves absolutely no room for a hard-on! I suppose I should feel happy about her attention—and I do—but my balls are bluer than the cap on my Bic pen as I fill in details from my last customer visit of the day. Now it is finally time to drive home: 1.5 hours with nothing but my thoughts and mental images of my wife’s beautiful ass covered in hot cum, dripping down over her succulent pussy. I am not entirely sure what my own cum tastes like, but there are three things I know for certain:
- When I am horny before reaching orgasm, I kind of think I would enjoy tasting it—or rather, being told to taste it.
- After I have already cummed, I do NOT want to taste mine; the horny feeling has passed and the idea doesn’t appeal to me anymore.
- If my wife asked me to cum on her ass and then lick it off, I would be a man about it and do so without hesitation—not because I particularly wanted to taste it myself, but because she commanded me to. It is one of the most submissive yet dangerously sexy things imaginable: being told matter-of-factly by a seductive beautiful woman that since you have earned your release (which in itself feels dominant), you must now lick up your cum to show who is really in charge and who remains submissive. Honestly, it isn’t so different from her licking me after I’ve been inside her. My thoughts continue getting dirtier. Maybe tonight she will let me cum on her ass; maybe she’ll make me lick every bit of it off. And then when it’s all in my mouth perhaps she will lay back and lift her legs into the air, telling me to slowly release all that cum from my mouth directly into her pussy. I picture her enjoying my seed within her wetness for a few minutes before deciding it is over. She tells me to lie on my back; as I do so, she kneels over me and lets all of my accumulated fluid run out of her sweet slit straight into my mouth. I focus intensely on the taste of her cum mixed with mine while letting her fill my mouth from her dripping pussy. Once there is none left, she grabs my cock, pulling and squeezing firmly with one hand, while catching my balls in the other to pull back until her nails dig in slightly. She tells me to swallow every last drop or else she will take this little cock as belonging entirely to her anyway. I hear some guys say that after being denied long enough they lose their horniness—not me! I am certain I have never been hornier in my life than right now! One hour left and my boxers are really getting damp. Damn you, how much fluid leaks out after 155 days! “An hour until home?” she texts. “Yes Miss,” I reply. “When you get inside, take off your boxers but keep your pants pulled up to your knees. Sit like that for five minutes and think about my warm mouth wrapped around your tiny cock, imagining how much better it would feel if I were actually doing it.” “Yes Miss,” I answer immediately. Fuck! I may be the hardest I have ever been in this cock cage; certainly never before has pre-cum run down my leg quite like this! I keep visualizing her request and hope she will jump into my truck as soon as I arrive, unlock me, mount my cock, and fuck me until I cum deep inside of her! “I’m home!” I write. “Good. Are your pants around your knees and boxers off?” she asks. “Yes Miss; I shall think of your mouth wrapped around my cock for the next five minutes,” I reply. “Good boy,” she quickly texts back. “Okay, it has been five minutes,” I write. “My key for your chastity cage is under your seat. Unlock yourself and text me when you are finished.” She types out her instructions. “OK; I am out now,” I write with shaking hands filled with more anticipation than words can describe. “Good,” she says, building the tension even higher. “Grab your little cock once it is hard again, start masturbating slowly at first. Build up to a reasonable speed then fuck yourself as much as you want for as long as you keep thinking about pounding my wet little cunt. Text me when you feel you are halfway there.” I grab my cock—wow! It has been 155 days since I even felt it properly; my hand feels almost like heaven right now, though…almost… I can’t help wondering how incredible her soft hand would feel at this very moment, hoping she is on her way out to make me cum… NOW! “Okay; I am at least halfway there,” I say after a pathetic two minutes. “LOL! Oh what a sensitive little cock I own,” she says nearly making me blow my load right then and there. “Now picture my hands tied up while I bend over the couch, wearing high heels and nothing else. My ass is raised in the air just slightly out of reach for your tiny cock but I am waiting… waiting for you to fill that perfect tight wet pussy with your cum. Edge yourself then text me once you let go,” she writes cruelly. “I edged and stopped Miss,” I write back incredibly quickly. “Lol, look at what little stamina goes along with my little cock,” she teases. “Stroke yourself again thinking of me bent over the couch as described; send a message while stroking,” she sends after another minute. “Okay; I am stroking myself now thinking of you bent over the couch Miss,” I reply with some difficulty. “Good. Think about how you wish to fill my pussy with your cum—all that precious seed I have made you save up for me… but you cannot release yet! I want you to hold onto those boxers you removed and cum inside them for me, then bring them inside so I can put them on while you think about your cum getting all over me.”,
“Your ass and pussy are as close to your dick getting into my little cunt for… hmmm… let’s just call it a very long time, lol! Also, hope your cum is still piping hot when I get those boxers of yours. If there isn’t enough scalding load inside them, I’ll toss them out and you won’t see or touch my soft little pussy until I decide you’re worthy to try again! Maybe if you’re quick about it later, I could even come right in the boxers for you, so tomorrow at work you can wear them covered in both our loads.” She shoots back a text almost instantly; it’s clear she’d drafted this beforehand. “Hurry up or I might decide against wearing your cum-stuffed boxers,” she adds just seconds later. Crap. Looks like no physical release for me this time, though clearly there’ll be mental work done on my end. I’m craving her touch—though tomorrow will matter more to me than right now. I shoot a massive load into the cup of my boxer-lined hand and can barely contain it all in one palm. Up I get, heading inside. She strips off her Lu LUs and yanks down her visibly soaked thong. Carefully, she picks up my boxers, examining them for a few seconds before nodding as if satisfied with both the quantity and warmth of my cum. Then she starts pulling them on… The light catches her sleek calves as she steps into the underwear filled with my seed, dragging them slowly over her knees, then higher up her thighs. Her pace is teasing, sensual, graceful. Right before the crotch meets her pussy, she locks eyes with me and says, “Once these are on I want to lock that cock tight and think about how much you wish you could have shot this cum right into my pussy.” She pauses mid-pull. “Oh, speaking of being locked up—I might let you choose your duration this time. You can either give me 250 orgasms or… no… actually, forget it, I’ll decide again myself. But here’s a heads-up: you missed out on the release at day 150 and won’t be getting one at day 200 next time either.” As she spoke, she yanked the boxers up tight against her pussy, rubbing both hands over her hips to spread my hot cum all across her ass and pussy. “Mmmmmm so sticky and warm,” she moans. “If you’re sweet enough tonight, I might let you lick every bit of this load off my smooth pussy and soft backside.” Damn! So many thoughts racing through me.