I have been without an orgasm for two and a half months now, with no clear end in view. During our sexual encounter today, I found a bra, panties, and rubber gloves waiting on my nightstand. She instructed me to put them all on, including the gloves. Afterward, she secured wrist cuffs around my wrists and locked them together. I bent over as requested; she pulled down my panties and struck me with her cane. The pain was significant.
We discussed how new it is for both of us to have sex while wearing a bra and gloves in bed. My wife has set some rules: no more sexually touching her outside the bedroom, and I cannot see her naked unless we are indoors. When lying in bed, I must wear rubber surgical gloves; she purchased two boxes to ensure supply. Her reasoning is that since I am accustomed to orgasm deprivation, she needs another way to keep me deprived. From now on, I will wear these gloves during sex, preventing any direct touch of bare flesh.
Next comes the blindfold. She wants me unable to see and unable to feel much at all; this dual denial is her stated objective. She interprets chastity broadly to mean denying me every form of sexual pleasure. Scheduled teasing sessions are over. She will decide when we have sex, aiming for total focus on her satisfaction. Eventually, edging will cease entirely so that intercourse serves only her needs. Her ideas for our experiment are quite intriguing.
She plans to use nipple clips to shift my attention solely to the pain there. My small Jailbird arrives next week to prevent any erections. This is a two-pronged attack: sexual deprivation and an assault on my male ego. Panties and bras are now daily attire for me; she bought new lacy ones specifically designed for men from a specialized store, knowing how embarrassed I get wearing women’s underwear (previous attempts often saw me revert to boxers). The difference this time is spot checks. If I cheat, the cane comes out—a source of fear because its stinging pain differs greatly from the paddles and floggers I have grown accustomed to.
She edged me for an hour today but promised less frequent teasing in the future. As noted previously, my wife is bisexual and has avoided intercourse for decades. She truly does not need my penis, though she enjoys having me around fondling her. Recently, she revealed that she misses her girlfriend and might fly her here for a week of fun. My wife desires another woman to join us in bed rather than bringing home a stranger; this happened quickly. She loves the sexual power she holds over me now. By depriving my sight and touch, she believes I will become aroused simply by touching her skin. When I can achieve an erection just by seeing her naked, she considers her goal achieved.
It has been two hours since we had sex. The inability to feel her skin directly makes me crave using my bare hands on her; I never knew what it was like before this change. Being very tactile, this feels strange for me. My buttocks are sore, but the bra is no longer bothersome as I have adjusted. Tonight, I got quite hard for her. I want to experience completely giving up my own sexual pleasure to take joy from hers instead. However, I am unhappy about not being able to sexually touch her outside the bedroom since we do that often and she finds it excessive.
I am pleased that she wants another woman in bed with us again. She has always reached climax faster with females than with me, plus there are no limits placed on either of us when a female is present. I once had one-on-one sex with her previous girlfriend; she does not get jealous easily. Our new path removes all sexual pleasure for me entirely, which will be interesting to see unfold.