It’s becoming a regular occurrence. As I dive into readings about permanent chastity, my flaccid cock decides to expel cum. There’s no twitching, no throbbing. Yet the mental arousal triggers my body to release slow, thick pools of white semen.
This happened back in December. It occurred earlier this month while reading Tom Allen’s captions on chastity. And it just now happened as I read Elaine Sutton’s account of a young virgin male who was so shocked by the idea of losing his innocence that he agreed to stay a virgin for five years after his wedding night.
This time, no tingling. No warning signs. Just an emptying out. I’m somewhat calmer now but… it has been 9-1/2 weeks since my last orgasm. It will probably take another 2 to 2-1/2 weeks before the next one, let alone unlocking. I am likely to tie last year’s record of 11-1/2 weeks without an orgasm and might even hit my three-month goal this year.
She cut me short by just a few days from those full three months of denial. So cruelly done.;)
Last month, she gave me a purely mental gush. Just one small gob of cum in my cage while she teased me: I was complaining that she bit me and got me wound up when I was just settling down and piecing my mind together after some intense teasing. She asked “why? You don’t need to have a (coherent) mind.”
I shuddered. She meant it. Her expression was warm, understanding, encouraging: Let Go. Yes, I can let go.
I said “you want me to be a mindless, juicy, dripping, squirmy mess?” She nodded, never taking her eyes off mine, keeping me transfixed. I couldn’t believe it. “The best kind” she replied. My erection raged inside my cage. She hadn’t been teasing my cock much that morning, doing little more than pressing her knee into my balls.
Her words and the thought that this is how she prefers me sent all those thoughts crashing through my mind. My cock bulged. I might have twitched in my cage. Just a single fat drop of thick cum hung inside my cage. I had an orgasm purely from hearing her words. She prefers me as a mindless, moaning, meaty morsel of a man.
She was incredibly impressed and pleased. My reaction was shock, embarrassment, blushingly satisfied, and stunned incredulous joy. “You have a lovely mind”, she told me. My locked cock beaded up a fat glob of cum. I could still feel my glans quietly crying for attention. — A few days later she went all in, being explicitly verbal about endless tease and denial: “I’ll keep you like this. Full and creamy. My little creampot. You can squirm and be frustrated.” “Really? You’ll keep me like this?” “Yes.” “How long?” “Forever.” (She went straight to my enduring fantasy) … “You can stay locked up in your little cage. I’ll take you out for a bit of play, then put you back in. You can spill right here in the cage.”
OMFG My mind was spinning… Permanent chastity except for tortuous edges, forever. Did I ever ask for no more orgasms? (Did I ever show her that caption: “You’re done boy. No more orgasms for you.”?) I was shaking. Shuddering. Straining and twitching. Admittedly trying to get myself closer to spilling. I felt so turned on. But I didn’t pour out. “I’m yours,” I told her. “I’ll keep you. You’re mine.” “I’m your good boy.” “Yes. You have to be. I won’t let you be any other way. You’re locked up. You have to be good.” (Oh hell. She had not often explicitly tied my being her good boy to the act of not masturbating. “Oh god.” “You can stay locked. I’ll keep you forever.” — All this teasing. All this consistent chastity with very little time out for edging. Her warm and knowing embrace of the endgame, at least in words… makes me spill in my cage. I don’t need to be let out; she once told me that much. My body will take care of itself. She pushed back on the thought I needed to be milked. I can stay full and juicy, and I once relished the thought of having nocturnal emissions.
I’m squirming as I write this. I don’t know where this is leading. But after 5 years under her control, I expect to find new parts of this rabbit warren I am lost in.:)