So far, my wife has been very pleased with her decision to keep me permanently locked up and denied. This morning, she said she thinks it provides us something we both need. My life hasn’t changed all that much given she hadn’t released me or allowed me an orgasm very often the past couple years. Nonetheless, the idea of permanent denial must excite me on a subconscious level. I frequently wake up in the morning extremely aroused with my swollen penis pressing hard against its cage and my scrotal ring digging painfully into the back of my testicles. I haven’t been this sore since we first began experimenting with an ill-fitting plastic device several years ago.
By keeping me permanently denied, my wife has introduced a new level of trust and intensity into our sex life. Before, I think a part of me was always straining to hold back so I wouldn’t have an accidental (and ruined) orgasm. Now that I know she WILL NOT be giving me an orgasm under any circumstances, I can relax and enjoy more completely whatever pleasure she chooses to provide me. I can struggle to ejaculate all I want, knowing she won’t let things get that far. That makes the teasing and edging that much more intense.
Recently, there have been some changes in our routine although I’m not sure they stem directly from my wife’s decision to deny me permanently. She now expects a lengthy session of foot worship before she begins her day. I can say she enjoys me licking the soles of her feet more than I do, and these sessions usually last longer than I would like. They make me feel more and more like her sex slave, which I guess I am by now. Last Sunday, she decided she wants me to kneel on the floor when I perform cunnilingus so that my tongue approaches her clitoris from below. That means she will no longer be pleasuring me while I service her.
As for missing erections (at least full erections outside a cage), I spend more time thinking about the last (and best) blow job my wife ever gave me. It occurred about a year and a half ago when she pulled out all the stops to reward me for no longer needing to ask for release whenever I rode my bicycle. That orgasm was unique in that she always took steps to ensure my other orgasms were as painful or uncomfortable as possible—to the extent I don’t really miss them. That last, fantastic blow job also represents an important milestone in my chastity training. Afterward, she was able to keep me locked up for months at a time, which ultimately led to me being permanently caged and denied. So I have bittersweet memories of that afternoon.