Hi everyone, I’m Mr. W and together with my lovely girlfriend we have begun thoroughly exploring the wonderful world of chastity this week. Following up on the locktober thread in this forum, we were inspired to launch our own blog last week, discovering an amazing process to share our interests jointly. Throughout the day, I would “like” any posts that tickled my fancy, and later she would review the list and reblog those she found appealing. Continuing this trend, we gathered several posts we both loved throughout the week as we attempted our very first extended lock-up period.
We had experimented with chastity before using a CB6000s cage, but it usually only lasted for weekends, allowing release just a day or two after starting. Due to comfort and hygiene issues, we didn’t push too far back then, but that changed last week when we received in the mail a relatively cheap metal cage. Trying it on, it fit perfectly, and after a trial run on Sunday we decided to try a longer lock up period. Because of her absolute love for rough fucking, we knew it would be hard for her to keep the key away from the cage, so we turned to our dear friend, the timed kitchen safe. With a setting of almost three days, my lock up period began Monday night, with no chance at all of being allowed out until Friday evening.
The week went by well, spending a few hours each night going through our Tumblr blog together. Sitting opposite each other on the couch, she would tease me with her feet through the cage as I struggled to pay attention to the endless stream of pictures and captions for reposting. Night after night, she would torture me on the couch while all I could do was swell and groan out of frustration. Having given her a proper shagging each day of the weekend, she was more than ready to give her lady bits a rest during the week as she teased me.
Each workday inched forward at a snail’s pace as we messaged each other throughout the day, teasing all the possible outcomes of our prolonged session. Keeping me guessing, I was never sure whether Sunday would bring an orgasm, torture or denial. Of course, having never gone further than a few days before, I believed (and still do as of Friday;D) that Sunday would bring the release I desperately desire. Finally the week came to a close, and our kitchen timer showed mere minutes left as the clock struck 5:00 PM on Friday. Eagerly I arrived home, where I was tasked to shower before the night began.