I’ve been wearing it since the start of 2012, and I have to confess that staying locked wasn’t nearly as hard as I expected. By week twelve or so, it practically stopped being a concern. Madam observed that my neediness peaked around the same time I needed release, which prompted her to swap in a rather substantial dildo for prostate stimulation. With its suction cup base, she simply attached it to the bathroom wall and left me to manage things on my own.
This approach worked two ways: it really opened me up while cutting down on Madam’s workload. After mandating daily use for several weeks, I settled back into a rhythm of roughly once every other week over the last three months or so. Another outcome is that when arousal hits, my initial impulse is to request permission to wear the dildo, even though deep down I know she’ll likely say no. Madam understands her touch can spark desire in me and knows I center my erotic focus on her; yet she enjoys keeping my mindset firmly rooted in receiving rather than giving.
Anyway, while I was looking up various New Year’s Eve options for us—either just the two of us or with one of her friends—she casually reminded me, “Remember what I said about at least a year.” The amusing part is that it didn’t click right away. Once it did, my immediate reaction was worry because being locked meant staying shut up! It wasn’t exactly joyous news. I suppose these are just further mental shifts. Life goes on.