I’m pleased to share that we’ve gone back to experimenting with orgasm denial. I want to shake off the winter slump, and this practice gives me a bit of an extra pep. It also helps me cultivate better routines simultaneously; getting to the gym is high on my list.
On Sunday, we spent ages playing around, watching films, and relaxing. We don’t often use cock cages, but I felt there was meaningful symbolism in our decision not to just give up and have intercourse. Ironically, by evening, despite no actual release, it almost seemed as though I had one.
I’m curious about others’ mixed emotions regarding the intensity of chastity. Perhaps you genuinely miss what is being denied. Maybe your partner enjoys it while you’ve pushed things a bit further than anticipated. Or maybe there are moments when doubt creeps in about whether this kink suits you.
Does the period of waiting or anticipation ever feel unexpectedly more exciting?