I find it hard to stay away from chastity for long stretches. I gave it a few weeks, but between all the doctor and dentist visits and managing my Type II diabetes diet, sex wasn’t much on our radar. My wife had a virus for nearly three weeks, followed by me being sick for two weeks after her. It’s just that busy life of older adults. You know you’re getting up there when your calendar is packed with specialist appointments; I used to go five years between check-ups.
Anyway, both our libidos are dropping, so even our weekly sex sessions come and go without much interest, especially if one of us is hurting.:) Once we paused the chastity routine, things were great—we got back to simultaneous orgasms—but I really missed the teasing and edging. The sex ended too quickly for my liking; that was mostly her doing since she finishes in under three minutes and wants me to match her pace. Soon enough, I started missing being locked up and denied. I stopped kissing my wife goodnight because I wasn’t constantly uber-aroused anymore; now if she walks by naked, it doesn’t get a rise out of me. Sex was becoming dull again.
This time around, my wife isn’t in the mood, and frankly, I have a throbbing toe from an infected ingrown nail—so much so that even the sheet touching it hurts, which is why I’m awake this early waiting for a pain pill to kick in. I started watching porn again, but since I can masturbate freely when free time allows, I only watch for a few minutes before cumming and losing interest. My wife asked me to lock up again, so I did. After three years, the Jailbird feels incredibly natural on me. I can sleep in any position and sit comfortably in any chair. It has become such an extension of myself that it’s no more uncomfortable than wearing a daily wristwatch.
Plus, I missed this community. When not doing fetish sex, I felt oddly without one, yet I’ve always had fetish tendencies. Vanilla sex bores me to death. My wife hasn’t used the new paddle I got her for Christmas or the new gun I bought her either. She earned her concealed carry license and now carries a gun with her constantly, given all the home invasions among our older neighbors. Those with guns chase off even shoot invaders; anti-gun seniors get hit themselves—just like someone last week. Sometimes I feel like donating a tombstone that reads: “I do not believe in guns but wish I had one when we were helpless and shot while defenseless at home.”:) Anyway, families who own guns rarely get hit; they either shoot or chase away the intruders. The others suffer rape and death, yet few learn.
Fortunately, we’re both nearly finished with our medical issues. I still need to tend my infected toe. Losing 40 pounds dropped my A1C diabetes rating from full-blown diabetes down to near-pre-diabetes levels. So things are improving. Today, I slipped the Jailbird back on until Wednesday, when I have to pay off my wife’s winning Super Bowl bet. Expect a few orgasms via oral and non-oral sex for me, though there might be none at all. That suits me fine because chastity is one of those contradictions—I hate it but love it. Without my penis locked up, I feel unnatural and miss the sweet pull toward an orgasm, getting aroused by even a hint of cleavage from a 70-year-old woman.
I ordered more silicon lube, though not in huge quantities like before. I’m figuring that chastity play will be on-and-off depending on health status. With Valentine’s Day approaching, my wife might decide to make me wait until then for an orgasm. As long as she edges and teases me daily, it doesn’t matter much to me. It takes a full month before I start getting antsy, so we’ll likely do this intermittently over the next few weeks. I can’t manage three years of continuous locking up anymore, but perhaps I could since it feels so comfy.
Stay tuned; glad I’m back!