A bit of context: Denial and chastity have been part of our dynamic for a good long time. Recently, we’ve settled into a pattern where I’m allowed to enjoy multiple orgasms freely for a period, before my KH suddenly tightens things up again. Typically, she keeps me locked out from cumming anywhere between seven days and four weeks.
It’s been roughly two weeks since my last release. The horniness has been intense—unusually so—and the experience quite challenging compared to normal times. (Usually I handle this duration without issue, but being able to come whenever I wanted last month seems to have shifted what my body expects). Left alone, I’d certainly be reaching down by now, but our agreement is that she holds the keys and decides when release happens, which works out even better for me. The past week has felt like a trial of patience; I’ve been restless against the walls and constantly touching her.
Last evening during dinner, she shot me “that look,” signaling that serious play was coming later. Upon arriving home, she headed straight to our bedroom without hesitation. She seemed particularly aroused from the start, suggesting she’s getting enjoyment out of this routine too.
I dedicated about ninety minutes with my face nestled between her thighs until she finally announced it was time for my reward—one I had been eager and ready for as long as I could recall.
What followed was an incredibly slow edging session. She paused to ask if I felt prepared to let go, and I agreed without hesitation.
But then came the twist: she decided I should hold out for another week or two instead, ending my anticipation right there.
The frustration levels were high, yet absolutely worth it.