After six weeks of only a really good ruined orgasm, my wife knew I was desperate to cum. I proposed that I could release and we’d take a break until the big National lock up on January 14th. But instead of agreeing, she told me to pop a Viagra. Since those pills cost $30 each, it usually signals an expectation of ejaculation. She then edginged me for fifteen minutes until I was rock hard. Next, she asked me to attach alligator clips to my nipples because her moans turn her on. Her typical routine involves holding my stiff cock in one hand while using a vibrator with the other. Within a few minutes, she reached an intense climax of her own.
She wanted some rest time while I stayed hard, just stroking her face and breast. Then she resumed pumping my shaft, which is usually when she decides whether to give me another ruined orgasm, let me have a full release, or make me lock up again. Since I’d had a ruined one last week, that wasn’t an option this time. She was incredibly horny, so I figured she might want me to finish on her. She brought me right to the edge, paused, and declared that if I truly loved her, I would never cum again. That almost broke me.
She has always claimed that if it were up to her, I’d go without a full orgasm entirely. Her reasoning is straightforward: I’m not very pleasant company for about a week after releasing; it takes three weeks for my obedience level to reach where she likes it; and the sexual frustration excites her more than any of the last ten years combined—half of which involved a threesome with her girlfriend.
She asked me once more if I wanted to cum. My reply was simply, “I love you.” Immediately, she lay back on her heels, grabbed her vibrator in one hand and my still-erect cock in the other. She instructed me not to speak, which usually means either she’s fantasizing about a woman or watching me with her girlfriend this time around. This round, her climax came faster and harder than before. Sweating profusely, she just lay there catching her breath.
After a few minutes of recovery, she started edging my cock again. I felt as drained as she did—heart pounding, breathing heavily alongside hers. Over the past year in chastity, I’ve learned to share and even claim her orgasms as mine. It’s amusing how that works out, but it leaves me feeling sexually satisfied despite not ejaculating myself. She kept edging me for an unusually long time; after more than forty years of marriage, she knows exactly when to stop just one or two strokes before the point of no return.
She repeated her earlier sentiment: showing my love means resisting the urge to cum. Then she asked again if I wanted to release now that we were done. I said no. She was visibly happy and told me it was time for me to go lock up myself. It took a little while before I could manage, but eventually, I got on with putting in my Holy Trainer. I’m still amazed at how much faster and easier it is compared to fitting the solid ring versus dealing with my old CB.
I wanted to jot this down while the feelings were fresh. Knowing that she doesn’t expect me to cum except for a monthly ruined one—which I despise because I feel absolutely nothing from them—arouses me greatly. Seeing her sexual excitement when I moan in frustration, and knowing she views my restraint as proof of love, mentally turns me on too. It’s quite the shift from last year, when I thought any guy giving up orgasms had something wrong with his head.
All I know is that our sex life has improved significantly compared to many previous years. Even threesomes with the same partners can get tiresome after 38 years together. Chastity excites me because it’s so different from my past sexual routine, making things feel kinkier (:). The only downside? She continues teasing while I’m caged, and the Viagra is still working in my system. Ouchie.
Does anyone else have a KH who sees their chastity as a real expression of love?