iloanmywife wrote: ↑Thu Jul 11, 2024 12:30 pm
There are a lot of websites and forums dedicated to the subject, but you're going to have to sift wheat from chaff. And there are dozens of informative threads on OHW dealing with chastity, with the same qualifier.
Most couples who experiment with chastity do it as a form of short-term foreplay, measured in hours and days rather than months and years. Many online chastity discussions devolve into a game of one-upsmanship, so it's difficult to gauge how people actually do denial play. Guys are generally unwilling to weld permanent cages around their dicks and forsake orgasms for life. I'll describe our own chastity adventures, not as advice but as a data point for how others have played.
[Sorry for the long post. It's more than I intended but apparently I still have thoughts about chastity.]
For an extended phase of our hotwife/cuckold adventures my wife and I regularly practiced weekend chastity play. I usually travel for work Monday through Thursday. When I'd get home from the airport on Thursday night I'd find my cage waiting for me on our bed or my nightstand. I'd put it on and then hand my wife the key, perhaps while she was making dinner or in the middle of something else. We said nothing about it and it was never some big event. She decided when it came off.
When I suggested we re-attempt chastity play, I described it as my sacrifice to her to demonstrate my love. A sacrifice offering. I'd surrender my orgasms to her, while she enjoyed orgasms with other men and gave those men orgasms. She agreed to try it with the stipulation that it had to feel real for it to be interesting to her. She didn't want it to be a few hours of denial foreplay at dinner that culminated in my orgasm when we got home, entirely for my benefit and entirely to enhance my own orgasm. That was how our first few chastity experiments had gone, years earlier with some cheap cages. She had been ho-hum about those experiences, but she enthusiastically agreed that this type of play was exhilarating, that it heightened her own orgasms to deny mine.
For her to get into it she wanted to call the shots for real. She'd accommodate my travel schedule, but beyond that I promised never to ask/demand to be released except for some sort of emergency. She didn't even want to discuss it or make our sex life about my sexual angst. My orgasm, or lack thereof, was not the focal point. If I had been sincere about giving up my orgasms to her, then denial
was my reward. It was semi-taboo for me even to mention chastity until it was time for release. If she saw me adjusting myself then might ask if a particular pair of jeans were fitting uncomfortably because of the cage, for instance, but beyond that it was not discussed, even -- especially -- during intimate moments. That was a deal killer. It was not my place to ask for release.
So each Thursday night I locked myself, hoping but never expecting to be released after she got laid. Maybe on Thursday night in bed she'd roll over and put her hands down my boxers and confess in whispers to naughty things she had done while I had been out of town, gently cupping my balls in her hand or running a finger down my taint to my button. I might whimper and leak but I wasn't coming out of the cage.
Be careful what you wish for. It sounds like a denial fantasy come true, but she learned to get off on me not getting off. Literally knowing that I couldn't cum enhanced her own sexual pleasure with other men. This was also true for more practical reasons, like after she got home from a date and was too sore for sex and too tired from being up all night.
"Just because he fucked me doesn't me you get to, too." She was exhausted and it was convenient to keep me caged rather than trying to humor me with a pity fuck. She'd usually let me eat her to orgasm before she fell asleep, but I wasn't getting laid, and I knew that if I balked we'd be done with chastity forever.
If she didn't have a date that weekend then she might uncage me after I dutifully got her off, but her orgasm(s) didn't guarantee my release. One night alone I fucked her to multiple orgasms with my giant strap-on dildo. She stopped me because she was getting numb from cumming so much. I paused on top of her, dildo still inside of her, while she caught her breath and recovered. When we had calmed down she held my face in her hands and whispered, in this voice of affected sympathy, that she wasn't going to unlock me. "I'm so sorry, baby..." like she was consoling me, "...you have to stay in your cage tonight." She pulled my face to hers and kissed me and told me how sorry she was an I started slowly pumping again. She had this perfect tone of genuine compassion, and I'm sure part of her actually did feel truly sorry for me, but more than that it turned her on to torment me like that. She was repeating, "I'm so sorry" and "My poor cuckold." and "You have to stay locked." The more she taunted me the harder I fucked her, in frenzied desperation. She was screaming -- SCREAMING --and breathless, but she didn't tell me to stop. I was in a lust-fueled tantrum and did my best to split her in half, and she kept cumming. She was a crying, quivering mess when we ran out of steam, and when I finally stopped she repeated, "I'm so sorry, baby." She was unbroken.
She's also given me the news as she was orgasming or about to orgasm, crying out while licked her hard clit that "I'm not going to uncage you." It's that little kicker that sends her over the edge. Her pussy would gush heavily as soon as she shouted it, and she'd cum on an enhanced sexual high. Diabolical, but her prerogative.
A couple of times she actually forgot to take me out at all, not out of denial but because we were busy. I'd patiently get ready on Sunday evening, cautiously hoping for an end of weekend session. We'd fall asleep and then Monday morning at stupid-dark-thirty with a car waiting for me in the driveway, I'd have to wake her up to unlock me before I left for the airport. "Oh, sorry baby." Then I braced for a frustrating travel week.
There were also happy endings, so to speak; it wasn't all denial. One night she walked into our bedroom after an early date. I was watching TV and waiting up. She hiked her skirt (no panties), straddled my face, and said
"Eat cum from my pussy." Unprotected sex was still a grey area for us at the time, but I didn't say a word. I sucked some dude's tangy-tasting semen from my wife's slit like a starving man. She steadied herself on the headboard and looked down at me. She looked disheveled, flushed and sweaty, and I realized she must have just had sex moments ago. WTF, had he been in the house? [Spoiler: in our garage]. After I finished her creampie she unlocked me, climbed on, and slid me inside her. I desperately wanted to savor the moment so I grabbed her hips to hold her steady, but she fought me by grinding her hips and gliding her sloppy, loose pussy up and down my erection. I blew so quickly I wanted to cry, mentally trying to process what had been fifteen seconds of utter euphoria.
She loved my demeanor shifts in chastity, more eager to please and agreeable. I wasn't irritable, with her at least, though I slept like shit. I'd pull down her panties in the middle of the night while she was sleeping, still mostly asleep myself, just to eat her pussy. She'd wake up halfway to orgasm, cum, and then she'd go back to sleep. I've never heard anyone use the term "sleep cunninglingus" but it's a real thing. I ate her pussy all the time, any time she'd let me: legs spread on the kitchen island, watching a movie with a glass of wine in her hand, while she was sunbathing on the back patio. Eating pussy while caged is like drinking seawater while dying of thirst.
We haven't practiced chastity recently, for various reasons. But there's no doubt that it turned our sex life up to 11 while we did it.
