Today marks three weeks of orgasm denial and one full week locked in chastity for me. Both records for me. She has had eight orgasms during this period. I haven’t been permitted intercourse with her during this time, but I agree that is by far the hottest way to be denied orgasm. To maintain self control, give her the pleasure of an orgasm with your cock, and then her to tell me she doesn’t want me to come…. kicking me out of her pussy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen that often. She’s been “going vegetarian”, so to speak (no male meat).

In the past I’ve made the mistake of asking her when she will unlock me or when I will get release. I haven’t asked this chastity period, and I think she really appreciates that. No pressure. I really have no idea how long she is going to keep me locked and how long she is going to keep me denied release. And yes, woman on top sex is the best. Hands down.

It makes me feel “indecisive”. That is where the brass padlock comes in. I do not have the decision. I communicate my feelings in honesty to my wife and she chooses. Like Katie, my wife finds simply keeping me lock works best for her. Last weekend she had a nice long massage followed by prompting me to get her off via oral. About an hour later she also had me get her off via her bullet. I now relish being permitted between her legs to get her off. I crave the taste and seeing her back arch and her nipples become erect as her whole body shudders in orgasmic pleasure. It is such a ‘high’ for me and is what I look forward to most. I on the other hand know I will not see my key at least until the Christmas holidays, but I suspect even then I wont see the old guy out and about. Like you, it does not really bother me. In fact, I find being kept locked is something I am appreciative for

You know that we are submissive men when we can relish the sight we see and the pleasure we gain when pleasing our women. We are loved and yet we are there for the single purpose of serving them. It does seem a bit twisted yet I know you and I would wish for nothing more than we live out our days working, loving, serving and worshipping the woman that owns us. I too wish for many more days of denial even though I am permitted outside way more than you. I don’t know what is more intoxicating – being kept in the tube for prolonged periods or being allowed to get so close, and be touched often knowing full well I won’t be given a release. Both are heavenly!

My wife just txt’ed me letting me know that I may be permitted between her legs tonight to be able to taste her sweet womanly nectar that I have grown to so love.

I on the other hand really do being permitted out when in bed with Katie. I use to be able to convince her to allow me out when away on business, even if just for a few minutes to stroke without the intent of cumming – but just to get aroused for her. She will have none of that anymore. It’s time in chastity when away and out only when in her presence

You know that we are submissive men when we can relish the sight we see and the pleasure we gain when pleasing our women. We are loved and yet we are there for the single purpose of serving them. It does seem a bit twisted yet I know you and I would wish for nothing more than we live out our days working, loving, serving and worshipping the woman that owns us.

Katie doesn’t seem concerned that I touch – as long as it’s minimal. No real emotional arousal permitted. If so, her hand sweeps in and pulls mine to some other locale – away from the little soldier, as Kathy often calls it LOL.

Katie prefers the ‘chaste’ me. She likes my attention. She likes sex being about her. She likes my mood, my attentiveness, my desire to please, want, crave, lust, etc…..

But deeper still is the understanding of our relationship. She’s my Mistress and I her sub. All those silly, casual, romantic ‘things’ (I hate that word) we do continually reinforce our wife led marriage understanding. She is in charge. She controls the bedroom. She decides if I’ll be free for the night, or for a weekend day or not; not me. She checks to see if I’m locked. I don’t grope her. She determines how long my time in denial will last and I honor her authority by letting her know, “I’m getting close” or by refusing to self pleasure during those times I am free for the day. And through it all – all of those things, all of those feelings, all of those rituals, all of those spontaneous actions – reinforce the bigger picture – of her being in charge.

Pour my energy into loving and serving only her. In the bedroom that meant responding when she had interest although she enjoyed my continued pursuits. She expected me to dote daily and to show her love continuously. She also required me to do my chores so she wouldn’t have to.

As a submissive to my wife there many certain limitations placed on me including sexual, financial, decision-making and an expectation to obey in all matters at all times. I have willingly accepted these restrictions and although I do not always want to abide by them, I do obey. I strive to live as her servant. I live to please. I live with the mindset that Katie comes first in all things and at all times. If she tells me to do something, I do it whether I want to or not. If she tells me something as innocent as rolling over in bed, I obey. If I’m instructed to cook her ‘this’, I do. If she tells me we need to do this or that today or sometime next week, that’s what I do even when I have other thoughts in mind or plans I put hers at the forefront.

I guess an outsider that knew of our lifestyle might interpret my relationship with Katie as being ‘hen-pecked’ or that I’m ‘living with a bitch’ but that doesn’t mean I feel that way. If you go way back to the very first posts of this blog you will learn that I came to live this life willingly. It was me that came to her asking if she would accept my submission. Katie never demanded it or even asked. However, (and this is one big ‘however’) once I did, she informed me we’d never go back, that she’d never accept us living as equals. Why? Because she loved being served, catered, adored and having the independence to do as she wished.

The cost was $5. I paid. I had exactly $5 in my wallet. I was glad I did. I didn’t know if she had brought cash (she had). I also knew today was the 15th of the month – the day I get my allowance of discretionary funds ($20). When we got back home Katie dug out $25 from her purse and handed it to me. “Here’s your allowance,” she said smiling.

Now, did I feel emasculated because I only get that little bit of money to spend as I wish every two weeks?

I made light of the fact that she had kept her husband pretty much locked and chaste for some 160 some days at the time of her writing that particular post. What I didn’t’ reveal was my own time as a chaste submissive. As of the 14 it will have been six months since Katie last told me I was permitted an orgasm. Valentine’s Day seems like ages ago when she last gave me the OK.

Unlike Katie Christian’s husband, Katie prefers sexual satisfaction with me inside rather than going down between her legs. As a result there have been several times where I’ve had ruined orgasms. By ruined I mean I’ve done my best to stop the inevitable and pulled out or lasted long enough for her to be satisfied only to lose it several seconds later while remaining motionless either inside or outside her. To me ruined also means that there is no associated ‘wow!’ feelings when all that happens. I use the words, “I leaked,” since that’s how it feels. There is a release but no feeling like some erotic detonation exploding somewhere deep in my loins like there was back on the 14th of February. A ruined orgasm more or less feels like a pretty placid and wimpy ‘oops’.

He often asks me, “how do you do that?” meaning, go so long between ejaculations. My response is usually something to the effect of: what choice do I have? The answer of course is “I don’t have any say at all”. I don’t control my sexual outcome. I do what she wants and what Katie wants is for me remaining denied. So I’ve made it some 182 days, or there about. I don’t know if she will want me to go another 182 or another two. I really don’t know and to be honest, really don’t care anymore. What I want more than anything is to know that I satisfy her, that she enjoys me and that she is pleased with me both as a husband and one who will obey always.