So the past month has been hard for the whole Chastity Cuckold game, long story short it all became too much far sooner than either me or Lexy would have liked, so I came out and was aloud to cum. As always it was a big downer to be released, it is never a ‘good’ or ‘releaving’ feeling, it is more like the mourning of the lost of a family pet lol, you know it is by far from being an actual big deal in the context of world events but you still can’t help feeling a little lost.
For all that want the long version it all came down to the usual spiral of Lexy feeling like like she was letting me down, me getting major guilt that I was stressing me out, her feeling like the chastity was making me feel worse not better because she wasn’t doing right and then me going to pieces because no matter what I said or did it seemed to make it worse. I need to find a way to stop the chastity part of our lives becoming so all consuming for me, it can get to the point where it is all I talk about and that is not what we are aiming for at all, it needs to be part of our life not all of it!
So what happens next, well for me it is a quick reversion to masturbating at any given moment and me turning back into a cave-man slob! No-no its true, all the house work that I genuinely take pride in and enjoy when locked up becomes a stupid chore I could do without. I start to hate my ‘submissive’ alter ego as someone who is constantly asking far too much of Lexy and thereby risking our future together for my stupid dirty fetishes and as long as keep wanking like a 14 year old i.e. my average of 5 times a day then that’s where my head stays. So when the bag of Lexy’s underwear waiting for me to hand wash is getting full, the kitchen is being lost from sight and she is starting to miss the overly romantic, sensitive, touchy-feely, worshipping ‘me’ she starts to cut down on my orgasms as much as she can to get my head back into ‘sub-mode’.
This goes on until, like 4 days ago, Lexy gets me back under lock and key 🙂 and I can’t explain what I felt better than another chastity lifestyle blogger did, this is from a recent DenyingThumper post and I cannot agree with it more:-
“There, that’s more like it. That’s how you should be.”
She placed her hand on the package, but I only felt her fingers on my balls.
In my chest, I felt a wave of emotions. Regret that access to the penis was gone, relief that it wouldn’t be a distraction anymore. Satisfaction that my status was no longer in doubt (had she forgotten about me? did she have plans for it?). But mostly just a warm blanket of love and affection for the woman who kept me this way. I sank quickly and deeply into the comfortable fuzziness of my submission.
“Thank you.”
As always it felt fantastic, it filled my brain with ‘happy’ and as always, like a idiot, I let it take over everything and before you know it Lexy is getting stressed over trying to meet up to the expectations. We are both perfectionists, we both hate doing any less than a perfect job and when there are extra stresses around us then this chastity thing just seems an impossibility. As I write this I am back into that head space of genuinely wanting to smash my stupid cage into a thousand bits so it can never tempt me again and locking all the other kink paraphernalia in the loft away from sight. The one silver lining was the way Lexy brought me out, I was owed 165 with the cane and don’t ask me where she found the will to do it given how stressed we were but she did it.
L: “GO PUT IN THE MIDDLE BUTT PLUG” (we have a great set of anal dilators which I will review at some point)
A: “Yes Mistress”, I hurried off, cleaned myself out, inserted the third plug with a little difficulty and tied it in with rope (which you have to do with the dilators as they have no narrow part). On my return Lexy was ready with her cane in her hand, she had slipped on a beautiful chocolate coloured camisole and our 8 inch chocolate coloured strap-on to match 🙂
L: “HEAD!”, I bowed my head and Lexy took a leather gag out of the box and secured it in place around my head, “FACE DOWN!”. I did as instructed and lay on the bed face down with my arse in the air. The cane strokes came thick and fast, it was always going to be a big ask for me as I don’t tend to take pain well but as the strokes kept on coming only a few thankfully were enough to make my adrenalin spike. Once it was over Lexy stroked my warm red cheeks with her hand to comfort me. “On all fours and you can have your treat for being a good slave and taking your punishment” I gladly did as I was told and moaned as she untied the rope, removed the plug and pushed her beautiful big rubber cock into my well stretched hole.
Lexy fucked my ass hole hard and stroked my begging cock closer and closer to cumming, she laid on her back and I eagerly mounted her, as Lexy pressed her vibe against her clit she told me to cum when she did, I needed no other help other than the dildo in my ass for stimulation and as soon as she came so did I, covering her chest and camisole with my cum, it was a good climax, I came hard and it was certainly a lot more pleasurable than just being realised from chastity and us getting on with our day annoyed with ourselves lol.
So where are we now? same place I was 5 days ago . . . . . . . . . we’ll just have to talk tonight and see where we go from here.
Alastair
xx