Even before we started our experiments with chastity, she had begun to move us away from a male-dominated sexuality centered on the penis to a female-dominated sexuality in which the penis plays no role. The logical extension of this progression would seem to be permanent chastity and a complete denial of the penis. (Wow, this is starting to sound Freudian!)
She began by moving us away from male-dominated sexual intercourse. We started having intercourse less frequently, and when we did, she was the one on top and in control. Eventually, we quit having much intercourse at all, and she seemed to be compensating me for that concession by playing more and more with my penis. As she did, she started teaching me that she could provide me greater pleasure if I delayed and denied my orgasms so I could last longer and perform more often. At some point, I found myself trying to please her by mastering the lessons she was giving me. I remember on several occasions, going into the bathroom after successfully resisting her attempts to make me ejaculate. As I walked away from the bed, I was grinning from ear to ear about the stud I had become, capable of finishing sex while still sporting a huge erection. (Talk about male hubris.)
After several months of orgasm denial, the natural next step was chastity play. Although I was the one who suggested experimenting with chastity, she was eagerly receptive to the idea, and before we had gained much experience with a CB-6000, she was urging me to purchase a secure Lori’s stainless steel device. (What a schmuck. I didn’t realize it then, but she was playing me like a violin.)
Shortly after we acquired a well-fitting steel device, I was wearing it 24/7 except when on my bike. Initially, she would release me once a month for a genital shave and some play. Usually after the shave, she would play with my penis until I ejaculated or, less frequently, she would replace my scrotal ring, mount me, and order me to lie still while she fucked me. With each session, her treatment of my penis grew harsher. I have described that treatment in earlier posts. Suffice it to say that both masturbation and intercourse became increasingly painful for me, and eventually I began having trouble achieving an adequate erection. After all, if my penis can no longer serve its purpose, nothing is lost by locking it up.
From her perspective, she was eliminating unwanted intercourse and penis play from our sexual repertoire. On the other hand, she would sensuously stroke my testicles while I licked her pussy or asshole. As thickheaded as I may be, I realized even then that she was eroticizing those activities by conditioning me to associate them with my own pleasure. Nowadays, I am genuinely disappointed when she isn’t in the mood to be serviced.
It is a little difficult for me to believe my wife is as devious as a thoughtful review of events suggests. However, it seems her actions, even before we began experimenting with chastity, have been consistent with an overall plan of moving us from frequent sexual intercourse to permanent chastity. Of course, I’m not sure she is interesting in keeping me locked up forever, but with no further need to release me for cycling, she now has her first meaningful opportunity to pursue that option. I don’t know when my next release may be, but I am actually hoping she might let me out this weekend to thank me for finally being able to ride my bike without taking off my device. Beyond that, I expect I will be released once or twice within the next few months, but I think I can probably count on an end to my releases before long. After all, the easiest solution for her is to lock up my penis and forget it exists, and I suspect that is where we are headed.