My wife has grown accustomed to not having to manage my genitalia and semen for the six weeks she spent bedridden. For those who have followed my earlier posts, you know that my spouse is bisexual; she does not permit me to penetrate her with anything, primarily fantasizes about women, finds male anatomy repulsive, hates semen, and has parted ways with her girlfriend, who shared most of our 40+ years together. This limited our options when we needed to establish a sex life where I served as my wife’s primary partner. Aside from BDSM, she dislikes vanilla sexual contact between me or any man. Most of my climaxes have occurred during BDSM sessions or through masturbation alone. Occasionally, I would receive oral stimulation or a hand job if I couldn’t physically touch myself.
Now that my spouse can move about independently, the major questions regarding sex have resurfaced after six weeks without intimacy and an unspoken understanding concerning my self-pleasure habits. After nine months of abstinence from masturbation, I started doing it sporadically before quickly returning to multiple times a day. She appreciated not having to tease me in bed twice weekly or worry about semen staining her bedding during recovery. She didn’t miss my climax at all and noticed how erect I became when she directed tasks with a dominant air. For her, this was partly performance for my sake since she is typically sweet and polite. However, after several weeks, I explained that asking and thanking me had become routine, so she need not constantly express gratitude every time I assisted her with socks, drinks, or other chores. She still views this as somewhat brash but has grown more accepting of it.
We discussed our situation further. She confirmed her aversion to male anatomy and semen remains strong. While she does not want penetration yet, she hinted that prolonged periods in chastity—starting with a month at a time—could make intercourse possible eventually, provided I remain well-behaved, stop arguing, and cease trying to control everything. She is working on becoming more dominant and comfortable treating me as her submissive partner outside the bedroom too. The biggest shift was her decision to take over as Keyholder rather than allowing me to manage my own lockup schedule. She wants me locked up continuously, not just part-time like before.
This morning, she told me to move the car because a mobile dog groomer needed our driveway. I asked for the keys to remove my device since I had never worn it outside previously and driving with it on was painful last time. She refused to give them to me, telling me to get used to it. Surprisingly, I managed to sit and drive without issue. Henceforth, I will remain locked up unless there is a medical reason, receiving release once weekly for inspection and deep cleaning. I must shower and shave daily, wear panties constantly (even while sleeping), and keep my pubic area and stomach shaved. Additionally, I am now responsible for picking up the dog’s waste.
My wife agreed that because she loves me, she will allow occasional climaxes on special occasions like Christmas, birthdays, and anniversaries. She may also permit one if I have been particularly good and she wishes to watch. While a minimum of a month is ideal according to what she has read, she wants to extend the duration as much as possible. However, she believes excessively long periods are not optimal because when the reward feels too distant, motivation wanes until it nears again—much like children behaving better closer to Christmas. She does not wish to be Santa Claus constantly monitoring my behavior.
Permanent chastity is undesirable for both of us since lack of hope diminishes incentive; some things remain best as fantasies.
This brings us to the present moment: Day three of continuous locking in my CB6000s. I find it very comfortable after getting used to it over the last ten months. My skin has toughened, and I have learned optimal wearing methods. The panties are not bothersome despite my lack of interest in feminization; they come in solid colors and resemble men’s underwear except for lacking a fly. They hold everything securely, reducing chafing.
There are adjustments to make. My wife plans to stop the frequent physical teasing since she dislikes seeing my penis when not sexually interested, which is why I must keep the room completely dark. She can be quite particular; if there is pre-cum, she finds it repulsive and licks her fingers clean while making me use a tissue until dry. Consequently, edging will be limited compared to before, as I relied on that method during previous periods. Instead, she will tease me mentally with occasional caresses through my clothing. I am concerned about lasting a full month under these conditions.
I am also experiencing minor panic attacks due to loss of control over my situation. When the keys were nearby, it was manageable, but now that my wife holds them, I sometimes feel anxious because I cannot touch myself and have lost command of my most vital body part.
My final challenge is maintaining a submissive demeanor outside the bedroom. As someone who runs a national business and possesses an alpha nature naturally, I try to submit but occasionally grow irritated when tired after work or household duties while she requests back scratches or foot massages for extended periods. Hopefully, this will ease with time as we continue without orgasm.
We are essentially where we intended to be at the start of our journey. It is not that my wife hates men; she falls in love with individuals regardless of gender. Before her romantic involvement elsewhere, we mostly had intercourse. A complex dynamic developed afterward when I discovered sterility. Her girlfriend engaged CBT (Cornelium Bondage Therapy) to punish me for failing to impregnate his partner, humiliating me visibly and demonstrating that I was less than a man in certain respects. This resulted in both women treating my penis as largely useless.
Fortunately, I enjoyed the experience, so my sex life has been one fantasy following another without complaint. All partners I loved were bisexual, preferring female intimacy but appreciating male contact too. Early on, I recognized that while sexually submissive, I acted oppositely in daily life—perhaps overcompensating. Regardless of cause, it was enjoyable.
Any advice for managing chastity when it dominates your thoughts? Work helps distract me, but one cannot work endlessly. Some mornings wake with anxiety about the lack of control—a recurring theme from earlier posts. Is this simply a matter of adaptation? My wife still has months before full recovery allows intercourse; currently, she can only lie beside me and direct masturbation. It feels anticlimactic after enduring chastity, yet I have no other choice right now. In my view, going without for these few months is preferable to feeling pathetic by self-pleasuring.
The remaining issue during this time,
My wife doesn’t focus on sex; her priority is improving herself. Still, I’m always aware of my sexual needs. I don’t mind whether others read this or have their own opinions about how I feel and act. It was just satisfying to put down what’s going through my head and heart. I sense myself at a turning point: mentally leaning one way while physically pulling another.