It now has been 268 days since my last planned orgasm, which my wife painfully administered on April 15, 2018. Since then, I have worn a chastity device continuously except for four nights in September when we took a short vacation in Las Vegas. She scarcely touched my penis during the trip, and she informed me shortly afterward of her intention to keep me permanently caged and denied. I have had two accidental orgasms since then. Both were ruined orgasms that occurred while my penis was caged. Over time, she has become adroit at teasing and keeping me on the edge, and she assures me that even ruined orgasms will soon be a thing of the past.
After several years of chastity training, being permanently denied hasn’t been that difficult. I have to admit that my wife and I have been getting along better than ever, and she has never given me more attention. It is just that I will never again be allowed to ejaculate or have my penis released from its cage. Of course, that means she is mostly limited to playing with my testicles and groin area. She has stroked the tip of my penis, which is not covered by my cage, but she says it isn’t particularly sensitive to her touch. She does not milk my prostate, so my seminal emissions are restricted to what drips out of my penis during our playtimes, and I am kept in a state of perpetual arousal.
Since September, I have had time to reflect on what factors may have contributed to her intent to keep me permanently caged and denied. She said she had made the decision shortly before we left for Las Vegas. I recall the evening we were prepared to celebrate the recent sale of our house. At the last minute, there was a minor snag in the deal. I was stressed-out, exhausted, and a bit drunk, and I voiced my frustrations a little too loudly. I am sure that was the last straw. At this point, the cause isn’t important. I am sure she wasn’t motivated by vengeance. Instead, she took steps she thought were in our best interests as a couple, and there will be no turning back.
We completed the move to our new home a few days before Christmas. Once again, we were exhausted, and my wife began focusing all her energy on unpacking and setting up the house. For about a week, she wasn’t very affectionate, and we hardly touched each other in or out of bed. When we were finally rested enough to resume sex play, it was clear she wanted to continue where we had left off. She expected a lengthy session of foot worship, so I positioned myself so I could massage her feet and legs while licking her soles. This time, however, she didn’t play with my balls. She confined herself to lightly touching and stroking the sensitive skin around my genitals. My balls weren’t touched except when she incidentally brushed her hands against them. It was excruciatingly frustrating, and I was hoping she wouldn’t make this new technique a permanent part of her repertoire.
She declined to give my balls any attention for two or three more days. When I asked her why, she said that I had been moody for several days, and she had no intention of rewarding me for my conduct. Here I thought she was the one who had been moody! But I protested only briefly. It doesn’t matter if I think I am right as long as she thinks she is right and it’s her prerogative to punish me.
When Sunday arrived, she indicated she wanted to take a “nap” with me later in the afternoon. That is the signal that she is planning on having me lick her pussy to orgasm. She usually begins those sessions by kissing me and playing with my testicles for a half hour or so until she is ready for me to go down on her. Her behavior that afternoon can only be described as sadistic. Using both hands, she continued to squeeze and pull on my balls harder than ever before. I was yelping and flopping around in a futile attempt to escape her grasp. I quickly became concerned about how swollen and painful my balls would be the next day.
For several minutes, I made no attempt to resist what she was doing to my testicles, and the torture went unabated. Eventually, however, such rough play provoked a competitive urge from within me, and my male ego began to emerge from its slumber. Although I didn’t dare lay a hand on her, I desperately wanted to put her in her place. Instinctively, I tried to climb on top of her, very much wanting to rape the hell out of her. Of course, that was a foolish notion given my penis was securely contained within its steel cage. In any case, my efforts were useless. I never got my penis within a foot of my wife’s pussy before she pulled me off her with one mighty tug on my balls. At that moment, I realized it was pointless to remain engaged in a physical test of wills with an opponent whose hands were locked tightly around my balls. Wishing to avoid further injury to my testicles and my ego, I slowly backed away from her, and she released her grip on me.
Having capitulated, it was time for me to pay homage to the goddess. I knelt between her legs and began to move my face toward her pussy, but she clamped her legs tightly together. I asked for permission to eat her out, and she responded by asking me if I thought I deserved the privilege. I said yes, and she asked why. All I could think of saying was, “Because I have submitted to you.” Her reply was full of sarcasm—“Really?” I didn’t know if she disliked my answer or was skeptical about the extent to which I had submitted to her, particularly given I had just tried to mount her. I hesitated for a moment and decided it was best to say no more.
Instead, I made another move toward her pussy. This time, she permitted me access by spreading her legs. I went to work, and I had to lick a long time before she had an orgasm. As I licked and sucked her clitoris, my nose was pressed firmly against her mons, and I could feel the tension building. I was afraid I might get smacked when she finally exploded, but I managed to stay out of the way when her convulsions began. The next day, she told me that her orgasm had been a very good one. I was happy that I had probably earned my way back into her good graces.
I’m not sure why she treated me so roughly that afternoon. She may have tortured me as part of my punishment for having been moody, and that explanation is consistent with her initial refusal to let me eat her out. On the other hand, she may have engaged in rough play because she thought it was something I would like. After several years of experimentation, she has concluded that I like it when she plays rough with me (or at least my genitals seem to respond positively to it). However, the manner in which she handled me that afternoon was unlike anything I had experienced before.
I suspect that she indulged in such rough treatment simply to prove that she could get away with it. Since last fall when she informed me that she would no longer allow me orgasms or releases, I have never seriously challenged her authority, but we experienced a temporary suspension of sexual activities because of the move. Once we resumed sex play, she may have felt a need to reassert her dominance, and the rough play that afternoon was intended to signal that we are going to proceed as before with her totally in charge. It is as if she were saying, “I am going to be very rough with you this afternoon, and there is nothing you can do about it because I am in charge and I can do whatever I want!”
We haven’t had a lot of play sessions since that Sunday afternoon because she left on a trip three days later. She did play with my testicles quite a bit the next day, and I was relieved that they weren’t swollen, painful, or overly sensitive. Thanks to my wife, I have come to learn that my balls are much tougher than I could have imagined.
The greatest change in our sex life since last fall has been that my wife now expects to have her feet worshipped almost every morning. It provides her a relaxing way to begin the day. Because of this new focus on her feet, we haven’t engaged in ass worship for quite a while, and I have found myself thinking about it this week while she has been gone. It has been lonely walking around an empty house still wearing my chastity device when my wife isn’t around. Of course, I have missed her playing with me. However, I think I miss the intimacy chastity has brought to our relationship even more, and I never feel more intimate with my wife than when I am worshipping her ass. I can’t think of a better way to welcome her home tomorrow night.