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The damn bed is leaking! December 11, 2011

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Ab and I have a waterbed–not one of those with a big bag of water but a series of water filled cylinders. I think there are about 10 of the cylinders laying side-by-side in their foam enclosure. Every now and then, one of the cylinders springs a leak. It doesn’t cause the bed to becoming a soaking mess–it is more insidious. This morning I woke up with a damp spot beneath my hip and I just said, “Oh, noooo….”

We’ve had this style bed since 1986. This is our second mattress/tube/etc. set up. It seems that way back when they were all the rage but now the various manufacturers have all gone out of business. I used to be able to zoom to the furniture store that’s just up the road to get replacement cylinders but not anymore. Thank God for the Internet where one is able to find obscure and hard to obtain items. I found a place in Florida selling the tubes. This time–thinking ahead–I ordered three. Hopefully that will hold us for awhile.

I said to Ab that maybe we should break down and get a “regular” mattress so we wouldn’t have to deal with this sort of problem in the future. He pointed out–correctly–that that could turn into a major “mushroom factor.” Mushroom factor, you ask? You know–we get a new mattress, then realize we need a new bed, then realize we need to replace the carpet in the bedroom, then realize we need to re-paint and re-paper the walls, then realize we need to redo the electricity…

He’s right. So, the fan is blowing on the bed, trying to dry out the mattress. We’ll sleep on fewer tubes while we wait for the new ones to arrive. And perhaps, we should be less enthusiastic when it comes to sex. I knew it was that damn Sawzall that made us spring a leak!

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Dev’s Boi March 6, 2011

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From time to time over the past few months, I have thought that I’d like to get Ab’s Watchful Mistress engraved. It has a nice flat bar which seemed to be the perfect place for something special: his name, “Property of Dev,” “Dev’s Cock,” or something else. I hadn’t quite decided what. Trouble is, I couldn’t quite figure out how to make this happen. I have a lot of chutzpah but I couldn’t see myself going into the swankiest jewelery store in the city (the only one that still has an engraver on the premises) and say, “This is my husband’s chastity device. I’d like you to engrave it thusly…”

The other night, Ab chided me. “You’re not very observant,” he said. “I’m not?” I replied. “Why?” He showed me his WM. Apparently, he had taken it upon himself to do the engraving, using a Dremel tool! “DEV’S BOI” it says. Perfect! I had thought of boi, done in a fancy script, sort of like this:

but I also like the homegrown look from Ab’s personal touch. Here are a few pictures. You might need to peer closely to see the engraving, but it’s there.

And why isn’t he wearing his WM, you might ask? Two reasons: 1) we had a wild night on Friday, into Saturday morning and frankly, it left us both exhausted (I took a two hour nap in the afternoon yesterday!). Ab put the WM right back on but after a little while, realized he felt sore, so he decided he needed a break. 2) Ab’s doing construction in the bathroom (as I mentioned in my post yesterday, with our trip to Home Depot). Since he’s lifting and bending and carrying drywall, it seemed reasonable to leave it off for the day. He promises that he’ll be back in it tonight and we’ll be back on chastity track.

As for the wild time on Friday and Saturday? Don’t worry, I’m working on a post with all the scintillating details. Stay tuned!

From the Mailbag: VII January 20, 2011

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I received a nice email from Wilson—folks might remember his name, he’s the guy who won the Humbler in my limerick contest. He had a comment for my I am Addicted to Faking Orgasms post but for some strange reason, he couldn’t post it. I checked and comments are allowed so who knows what the glitch is. Anyway, rather than posting the comment on the post itself (which is several months old at this point) I thought I’d share it here because it was interesting. Without further ado:

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I got here from your Birthday Wrap-Up post, so I’m a little late to the party, but isn’t that a great thing about blogs: the party is still going on!

Anyway, I have a couple of thoughts about this post:

First, regarding orgasm ability and the variation thereof among women:

highly recommend the book Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex by Mary Roach.

At the start of one chapter, she recounts a fascinating story of how Princess Marie Bonaparte (great grand-niece of Napoleon) had trouble orgasming.  She suspected the problem (or part of it) stemmed from the fact that her clitoris was three inches from her vaginal opening.

However, rather than just superstitiously going ahead and believing that, she tried to find out scientifically: she measured the clit-to-vagina distance of many (hundreds of?) women and compared that to their ability to orgasm through intercourse (and perhaps other ways – my memory is hazy).

I realize you’ve come (or are coming) to grips with your own situation in this regard, and I think that’s fabulous.  I think you might still enjoy that story (and the rest of the book).  There’s another good part, in which the author convinces her husband to have sex with her in a big scanner for some sex researchers.

Secondly, regarding The Joy of Sex:

Wow, did that cover bring back some memories!  My parents had that book—my dad probably bought it—and from that (and his collection of issues of Penthouse Variations*), I had a pretty good—and very liberal!—sex education, despite the efforts of the public school system to give me a bad one**.

One of the best things about The Joy of Sex, in my opinion—and I know this isn’t to everyone’s taste—is that in the (many!) illustrations, the woman is drawn unshaved … all over!  Okay, I don’t think the artist drew leg hair, but both her pussy and armpits are magnificently bushy.

It’s bad enough that US women have been shaving their armpits for almost a century (spurred on, I once read, by some product advertisement that, even then, managed to make women feel self-conscious about their natural bodies!), but the recent trend to have clean-shaven pudenda everywhere drives me to despair!  (And don’t even get me started on the whole idea of labiaplasty!)
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* This was back in the 80s, then that magazine hadn’t yet been watered down and could still be a big turn-on.

** And, to be truthful, despite my father’s efforts to hide his porn collection. 😉

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Thank you, Wilson! At one point, I had the sample for Bonk on my Kindle but somehow it got deleted. I am going to get it again and likely read it—I’ve heard about that book for awhile and it sounds like the type of thing I like. I really enjoyed Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by the same author.

As for the clean shaven versus hairy look: well, we’ll just have to agree to disagree on that one. 🙂

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The SaSi arrived yesterday. My preliminary review: slightly disappointed. Maybe I have dulled my nerves endings with my use of the Hitachi over the years, but the SaSi just didn’t seem to have much oomph. We’ll keep trying, of course—persistence is a key word here in the Devoted Lover Research Labs. Maybe I just haven’t figured out the right way to hold it, or something.  I’ll report back after more extensive testing.

 

No See the SaSi January 15, 2011

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My big Christmas present was supposed to be a SaSi programmable vibrator. Ab had ordered it in plenty of time but unfortunately, it was out of stock and didn’t make it in time for a December 25th delivery. The projected ship date was January 10th, then January 15th. Now we’ve just gotten an email that it continues to be back-ordered for several more weeks. They aren’t even giving us an anticipated ship date this time. 😦

This is a disappointment because this thing sounds fabulous. From the description at the Blowfish website:

Quite possibly this reviewer’s new favorite toy of all time, the SaSi Programmable Vibrator is the next generation of sex toys. Shaped like any discreet, somewhat egg-shaped clit vibe, the SaSi is more than just a vibrator. A small nub on the bottom of the toy pokes up under a soft silicone sheath. Turn it on and this nub starts moving — in semi-circles, up-and-down, in circles, in swoops. Pressed against your clit, it feels remarkably like someone else has a gentle-but-firm finger down your panties, fingering you in a myriad of wonderful ways. Each movement lasts only a short while, but if you like what its doing, you can hit the middle button to tell it “Don’t stop!” and it will obey like a real lover (well, like a real, obedient lover). Best of all, the SaSi learns what you like when you do this, making it better and better able to get you off.

Can’t get off from rubbing alone? No worries, it’s also a vibrator, and you can control how hard it vibes by pressing up or down. Or you can choose not to have vibrations at all. But the additional vibrations make it feel like there’s a vibrating finger down your panties, which adds just enough oomph! to make this toy unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

Does anyone out there have one of these? Does it live up to the hype? We’re trying to decide if we should cancel the order and try to buy it somewhere else or just wait patiently for it to show up. Ab is leaning towards the latter because he does like doing business with Blowfish. Maybe it will be here for Valentine’s Day…

A Night Apart November 11, 2010

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Ab and I have a little test coming up. Tomorrow night (Friday), we’ll be apart for the first time since we began our chastity exploration back in August. Actually, now that I think about it, it will be our first time apart since August 2009! That’s a lot of togetherness! LOL. Seriously, I used to travel a tremendous amount for my work but in recent years, by my choice, I’ve been able to cut way back. Most things I can handle by email or phone but once in a while I do need to show up in person. Thus, I am off to Washington DC for a quick 30 hour trip.

Ab will be alone—completely alone, except for the dog and cat. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can ask them to take on keyholder responsibilities in my absence.

I told Ab I expect him to stay locked while I am away. He was noncommittal when I said this, which gives me pause. He can be a slightly rebellious locked boy which is a difference, I think, of women as the drivers versus men. Ab wears his device but I do get a little bit of pushback. I gave an example of that from Sunday, where he expected to have a free hour to go to the grocery store. I re-explained that he gets to be free during his nap, not one hour per day. We had similar incident last evening. I arrived home and Ab was still napping but just waking up. I stayed in the bedroom while he got dressed—we were chatting. He didn’t put his device on. I raised an eyebrow. “We’re going out to dinner,” he said. “Can’t I wait until after?” I shook my head and handed over the Jailbird. He locked it on.

And so, I leave for Washington, pondering the best way to keep him in his device.

One option is to remove the key and screwdriver and tell him that’s it, you’re locked up. He might complain, and rightly so, because our agreement is that he can be free for a shower and nap on a daily basis. Still, he’d only miss one shower/nap release (on Friday) because I’ll be home by late afternoon on Saturday. I like this scenario because it really does show that I am in charge. He might not like it, though, because he might think I am changing the rules. But I could say, too bad, I make the rules and this is a warranted exception.

Another option would be to randomly send a text message asking for a photo showing he is locked. One thing I don’t know…is there a way to see a time and date stamp on iPhone pictures? Alternatively, I could make sure he has Skype up and running on his computer. Then we could talk and I could have video confirmation that he is wearing his device.

Thinking about this differently, I could let him be free while I am gone, with the caveat of no stimulation, no touching, no masturbation. While I’d like to believe that is possible, I also know that he’s a man and he’s at that horny phase—eight days after a ruined orgasm and I think he’s itching for some fun. He knows in his head that I am in charge of his orgasms and accepts that, but alas, the adage, “The mind is willing but the flesh is weak,” is often true. Do I really want to give him that much opportunity for temptation?

Fetish clothes—now that might be a carrot. We’ve agreed that he can only wear his favorite special stuff when he’s locked. I could give him permission to dress up as much as he wants while I am away with the understanding that the device stays on. Of course, he might say that it’s not as much fun by himself—what’s the point of wearing sexy clothes without someone to look at you? Still, this might be a motivator. He has permission to do something he really enjoys in exchange for doing something that’s very important to me. That might work.

Those are my ideas at the moment. I welcome comments, thoughts, and also other suggestions that anyone might have. Thanks in advance!

Update on Mature Metal Devices October 29, 2010

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I can spill the beans now because Ab’s new devices arrived yesterday. I had been keeping it a secret and didn’t want to spoil the surprise by writing about them here until he had them in hand. I am including some pictures that might be considered not safe for work, so please continue reading, after the jump…

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The Weekend October 18, 2010

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I suspect many are waiting with bated breath to hear how our big release weekend went. Well, I could say that we had wild sex for 48 hours straight and we were peeling the paint off the walls in the process.

But if I said that, I’d be lying and I don’t want to lie to my friends.

The truth is, things didn’t go quite the way I expected.

I think we had a mix of real-life interfering with our plans plus some unrealistic expectations on my part. Real-life included Ab being very stressed about work, having to work both Saturday and Sunday, and on top of all that, he was fighting a cold. My expectations were that we would have unending wild sex with 100% attention paid to me, Queen of the household.

Sounds like a setup for disaster, doesn’t it? Fortunately, things weren’t that bad.

The Jailbird did come off, as scheduled, at 6 pm on Friday evening. The evening then proceeded as usual—dinner, conversation, me fooling around on the computer. Ab went to bed early because he was exhausted. He immediately went sound to sleep and didn’t budge when I came to bed about an hour later. He did wake up around 2:30 am, we had rather average, run-of-the-mill sex (with an orgasm for him, yes) after which he went right back to sleep. No orgasm for me and the experience left me feeling a little confused and frustrated. As I lay awake thinking about it, I reflected on “old” sex (the pre-chastity kind) and “new” sex (when he’s wearing a device). Our experience at 2:30 am was definitely of the old sex variety and I wasn’t too happy about that.

Saturday he worked all day long and got home around 4:30 pm. I was annoyed and he knew it. Yes, I was feeling sorry for myself and being a pill about it—I’ll own my bad mood. Probably I was being a little ridiculous, too—I knew he had to work. This wasn’t a big surprise. It was just that I was expecting something—something other than what I was getting. See “unrealistic expectations” above.

At some point before dinner, Ab made the sort of off-hand suggestion that perhaps he should just put the Jailbird back on. It would relieve the performance pressure, he said, plus he really wasn’t in the mood for sex, given that he was tired, stressed, and not feeling great, what with all the sneezing and so on.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I whisked into the bathroom, grabbed the Jailbird and within two minutes that sucker was back on Ab’s cock, right where it belonged. As I clicked the lock I felt safe. Secure. Comfortable.

I felt in charge.

My bad mood immediately evaporated and we had a very pleasant evening, complete with watching a movie (Duck Soup, with the Marx Brothers) followed by wild “new” sex wherein I got vibrated to four orgasms (!) and Ab made all those wonderful groans of frustration that I have come to love.

Who is this dominant woman? Is this really me? I haven’t discussed the whole dominant/submissive thing here in the blog (although Ab and I have talked about it) because I didn’t think that was part of our dynamic. But now I am beginning to wonder.

Sunday he had to work again but managed to get home by about 1:30. He watched some football, we took a nap, we had a nice dinner and ended up going to bed early-ish, anticipating another busy week. I gave him a little “caged in metal” ball massage, we spooned in the night (I love the feel of the cage against my ass) but that was about it. Still, it was enough.

And so that’s where we are. The JB is on and locked. For how long—I have no idea. I haven’t figured that part out yet. I do think we had been building to this point for many weeks and setting ourselves up to expect too much. I think that is something I need to re-think as we play the game. I also need to get a more accurate understanding from Ab about what he thinks and expects from his own orgasm so I can put my thinking more in line with his. I do think we had some mixed signals crossing the wires and I fully accept my part of the blame for that.

I do appreciate the many supportive comments I have gotten from friends, which have been very helpful in keeping me from having a giant brain explosion this weekend. Thanks, everyone! And this bit of very wise advice from Thumper: “Playing around with orgasm control can be really f’ing hard.” Ain’t it the truth!

More later…

Peeing Forward October 6, 2010

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Ab asked me to post about this, which is probably the closest he’ll ever get to writing a blog entry himself. Just call me Devoted Lover, scribe. 🙂

Ab has come to realize that one  of the things he doesn’t like about being locked is having to pee sitting down. Although it didn’t bother him at first—and he used the extra minutes to play a few rounds of Angry Birds—there are moments where he doesn’t want to spend the extra time. (Welcome to my world, sweetheart.) On top of that, he has discovered that his body equates “sitting” with “defecation” so even if he doesn’t have a BM, his body puts him through a brief contractile process until it realizes that there is nothing there to expel. (Sorry if this is TMI for anyone, but Ab was dictating.)

On top of that, as he says, we’re all trained to pee a certain way. They call it toilet training for a reason and boys are trained to pee standing up and girls sitting down. He pointed out to me that when we are somewhere without a toilet—hiking in the woods, say—and I get the urge to go, I always find a log or something that I can squat on. “True,” I said, “but that’s because if I pee standing up, it splashes all over my leg. Not so good for the rest of the hike.” He noted that he has never seen me pee standing up, which may be true. I realized that I will urinate while standing in the shower, but that’s the only place.

Anyway, enough about me. Back to Ab. He’s decided that he wanted to figure out a way to “pee forward” as he calls it, not downward, from the sitting position.

(As an aside, this seems to be an interesting bit of evidence that he is not a true submissive, since submissives seem to accept their lot in life as sitting-pee-ers once they become chaste.)

He tells me that as he is pondering this issue, he has a very distant memory of his father kneeling down in front of the toilet to pee. Not a two kneed kneel, just one knee—almost like genuflecting. (Please. Hold the Catholic jokes.) Ab has no idea when this was or how old he was. I suspect it was his father teaching him how to urinate…or maybe he was teaching Ab’s younger brother and Ab happened to be in the bathroom. (“Hey everyone! Let’s all pile in and have a party!”) Ab thought that might be true or perhaps his father was just being fastidious—he was the one who cleaned the toilets after all. Why make more work for yourself if you can avoid it?

So, Ab tried peeing while kneeling and…it worked! It worked well enough that he had his peeing forward sensation, didn’t make a mess, and didn’t take as long as sitting down. Plus he wasn’t distracted by Angry Birds.

Will this become a regular habit? Certainly not in a public restroom and it wouldn’t work at a urinal—well, maybe a urinal in the boy’s room at an elementary school but why an adult male would be peeing on his knees in a kid’s bathroom in a school is probably a can of worms we don’t want to open. 😉 But at home and at work (which is essentially a private bathroom)—this may become a feasible option for peeing forward.

We’ll keep you posted.

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Jailbird Update: The Jailbird continues to be comfortable and fits well. He tried a little silicone lube around the ring yesterday and found that it stung! Baby powder continues to be his product of choice to prevent chafing and irritation and it works well. For some reason, the whole apparatus twists to the right, so the lock, instead of being upright at 12 o’clock is off to the side at 2 o’clock. We have no idea why. Ab commented that he had a varicocelectomy on the right side, but that was a million years ago and I don’t think it could possibly have that long-lasting an effect. But except for that little oddity, the JB seems to be the ideal device, at least for the moment.

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Update #2: As I was looking for the graphic for this post, I came across a couple of different blogs that were discussing the idea of a gender-normative or gender-blind society. Why do we make the distinction between men and women everywhere, especially when we are becoming more aware of the gender-fluid people who live among us? A major thought is to establish all public restrooms as gender-free. Interesting stuff and something for me to think about.

I also saw comments related to the fact that we “train” boys to pee standing up as a way to reinforce the patriarchy. It separates boys from girls and implies that boys are better because standing is a more powerful position than sitting. There is no physiological reason why a boy or man needs to urinate from an upright position.

Again, I probably can see the logic in this and not disagree entirely. That said, Ab has been peeing standing up for 56 of his 57 years (he spent one year in diapers, I am sure) and so I am not going to insist on re-training him at this stage of the game, even if he is wearing a chastity device. “Old habits die hard,” as they say.

It’s Here and It’s Locked On! October 1, 2010

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The Jailbird is here, on, locked, and oh man, is it a thing of beauty!

It arrived yesterday and Ab ramped up the excitement by sending me a picture of the box in the mailbox. Thursday is one of my late nights to work and last night I was there right up to the last minute. Some evenings I might be able to leave an hour or so early but naturally, when I am excited to get home, things keep popping up at the last minute, delaying my departure. Last night was one of those nights.

Ab was waiting for me on the steps. He was, clearly, as excited as me but unlike when the Birdcage arrived, which he had opened and put on before I got home, this time he waited.

The Jailbird was packed in a little faux-suede pouch with “MM” handwritten on the front. Mature Metal is clearly a one-person business but I like that. No more mass-produced chastity devices for us! We’ve gone from a cheap, off the rack suit to a custom made bespoke tuxedo. My husband deserves the best. 😉

When we took the Jailbird out my first thought was, “This thing is small.” It’s very small. I mean, scarily small. I know my husband’s cock isn’t porn-star size, but I never thought it was particularly petite, either. I had ordered small because I wanted snug but looking at the cage, I had a moment of panic. Had I gone overboard in the sizing down department? I had used the measurements of the CB-6000s and Mr. MM’s advice on what size to select. Here’s a refresher for what we chose:

CB: Length: 2 1/2″; inside diameter: 1 3/8″; ring: 1 3/4″; gap: 1/4″ (smallest spacer)

Jailbird: Length: 2″; inside diameter: 1 1/4″; ring: 1 3/4″; gap: 1/4″

Well, no going back. This is what we had and if it was too small, we’d deal with that problem later. Right now was the moment so see if we could get the damn thing on.

Ab started slow. First the ring, which is a solid metal ring. It’s supposedly oval but as others have noted, it’s the roundest oval I’ve seen in a while. Ab was used to a solid ring like this as it was the same on the Birdcage (the CB doesn’t have a solid ring, as most people here probably know). He tugged and pulled, getting his balls in first, then poking his cock through. Success! The ring seemed to fit properly.

Now the cage. He started to fiddle but realized quickly he needed some lubricant—body lotion is his moisturizer of choice. He rubbed some on then started to slide the cage on again.

Observant readers will realize, of course, that all this manipulating and fiddling was causing his cock to have a natural reaction which wasn’t helping the size issue. LOL. As Lucy Fairbourne pointed out in her keyholder book, if a man gets off on the idea of being locked up, then the actual act of being locked up is going to be stimulating. Makes sense, right? Ab is no exception.

We paused, waited a minute, then slid and wiggled some more. Eventually, he got the cage on completely on and started to work to close the gap, getting the pin from the ring through the tube on the cage. Gentle push, gentle push—I didn’t want to pinch his skin. Finally, we had the holes lined up. Now to put in the lock.

At this moment, we realized we were at a really bad angle relative to each other, plus I was having a hard time seeing anything. I needed to sit to be at eye level to his cock, plus I needed a better light. We moved to the table, took a deep breath and got back to work.

The Masterlock (from the CB-6000s) is a very tight fit. We wiggled it in and snapped it shut, but Ab was worried that there wasn’t enough play. So we took that off and went with the other lock we have, the fairly cheap looking WolfDog. The shackle on that one is a bit thinner (probably a millimeter). Now I learn from the Chastity Forums that the lock is what keeps the device from rotating around. Ah, okay. We may be switching back to the Masterlock this evening.

Finally, it’s on, it’s locked, and I stepped back to admire my well-dressed husband—or should I say, my well-dressed cock? Either way, it looked great. His balls were sort of pillowing up on the side and the Jailbird was nestled in the middle, looking like a piece of fine jewelry on display just for me. Gorgeous!

And I am so glad he’s back in metal. It sends a very Zen message: “I wear metal and I’m man enough to let my wife lock me up.” It really contradicts that sissy-femmy stuff you hear so much about.

Twelve hours later, he tells me he’s a little sore in a few new places but overall, it’s comfortable and feels good. It’s about 3 oz heavier than the CB, but because it’s snug and tight, that seems to balance out the weight.

I can’t wait to get home and see it again!

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Last night, Ab confessed to me that he broke the no touching rule while he was out of the device yesterday. He told me that he looked at some porn and masturbated a little during his lunch break, but no orgasm.

“How was your erection?” I asked.

“Not great,” he admitted. I wondered if that was his baby boomer guilt kicking in. Like all of us who grew up learning how to “play well with others,” Ab has one of those consciences that makes him atone for his sins, even when he hasn’t done anything wrong! I can sympathize. I am the same way.

This was a useful learning experience. I told him I trusted him, I expected a certain type of behavior and I got…a human response. I mean, this was the man who prior to August 16th was masturbating daily. I really expected him to stop completely—this soon? I think that will take a while. His various devices have been adequate deterrents but clearly the temptation to play when he had the opportunity overruled his mental honor system. Now I know that I need to be vigilant and keep him locked, 24/7.

He has 173 hours until his scheduled release on October 8th. My plan is to keep him locked from now ’til then. The JB will only come off if something needs adjustment or fixing related to the new device. That’s it.

Have I mentioned lately how much fun this all is? More later…

Could It Be…Maybe? September 29, 2010

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I had an orgasm this morning that was stimulated by my husband’s fingers and tongue. At first I wasn’t completely sure but after relaxing and enjoying the warm tingly afterglow I realized that yes, this was the real thing. As a faking orgasm addict in recovery, my orgasm sensitivity meter is a little out of whack, but I am working on re-calibrating it. This morning gave me a chance to test it out.

As I have mentioned previously, I have a very bad habit of faking orgasms. This faking behavior was part of the reason I got so hooked on my vibrators—I know I will come when Ab uses one of those so I have no need to fake or pretend.

Fingers and tongue are another matter, though.

I know that women take a long time to build to climax. Whether I take longer than most women or I am average, I don’t know. I just know that at times it can seem like a long time to me. Sometimes I would become impatient or concerned that my husband was getting bored or tired. That would trigger the faking response. Using the vibrator effectively eliminated that problem. But then I had another crutch.

One of the great things about our chastity game is now the pleasure is on me—Ab is not going to have an orgasm no matter how much he wants or desires it. I can make him moan and groan and feel all kinds of bottled up desire (he tells me it feels like a champagne bottle that is about to pop, but someone forgot to remove the wire over the cork). Meanwhile, that bottled up energy thrums out of his fingers, his mouth, his body—and gets poured all over me. So nice…

He woke me up this morning, massaging my back. It was a fortuitous moment because I was having a really bad dream so I was happy to be pleasurably brought to consciousness. I let him massage me for awhile, then turned over. I reached for his cock, he reached for my clit. We continued stroking…pleasuring.

I gave myself into the sensations. I wanted to feel him stimulate me. My hips began to buck, the first involuntary reaction. He fingered harder. I almost said, “Get the vibrator,” but I didn’t. I wanted to see how far we could make it without mechanical stimulation.

A few more minutes passed. He pulled away, turned on his side and took my breast into his mouth (his post-stimulation relaxation mode). “No,” I said, “I need more.” He shifted in the bed and put his mouth on my pussy. My hips raised again, seeking that stimulation. His tongue is stronger than his fingers.

In this position (sort of a quasi-69 with Ab on his knees), his balls and cock hang down nicely and are very accessible and easy to massage. Easier than in the other position, actually. I stroke which in turn excites him—now the energy travels out of his body through his tongue and my clit is the happy recipient.

The urge to ask for the vibrator was gone. That was a very good sign. My hips thrust. I let the feelings engulf me. I could feel the pulsing in my chest. I edged…I tipped…I came! Yes!

On the Dev Orgasm-o-Meter, a vibrator orgasm can routinely be a 7 or 8. This was probably a 4. But believe me, at 5 am on a Wednesday morning, halfway through the workweek and ready to face another busy day, a level 4 orgasm feels pretty damn good. I’m not complaining.

And for me, this was a real woman orgasm. This is one of the reasons I don’t read het erotica anymore. The women’s sexual responses are always so freaking fake. They all drop like leaky faucets (I don’t drip). They can stimulate themselves by lightly touching their pussy, even if they are wearing layers of clothes (I need direct clitoral stimulation). They come quickly (for me, see above). Their orgasms are always an 11 on a 10 point scale (mine rarely are). Yes, I know these are supposed to be fantasy, designed to titillate, but I eventually realized they left me flat. That’s when I switched over to the guys (male/male) for my pleasure reading.

At some point during our lovemaking, I whispered my fantasy to Ab:

“I want you to get me excited,” I said. “I want to be hot and ready. Then, I’ll unlock you. I’ll take your cock cage off. Your cock will be hard and strong. You’ll fuck me. Fuck me until I have an orgasm. Then we’ll stop and I’ll immediately lock you back up.” I paused. “And as I click the lock, you’ll say thank you.”

I could hear a hitch in Ab’s throat. I knew he thought it was hot, too. “I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“What? The making me come with your cock? Or you not coming at all?”

“Me…me not coming.”

“But you could make me come with your cock?”

He gave me a look. It’s never happened. Can we make it happen? If we work enough on the pleasure and giving all that pleasure to me?

Something delicious to think about, that’s for sure. 🙂

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Jailbird update: I received an email from Mr. Mature Metal that the Jailbird went out in yesterday’s mail. Yippee! Depending on how speedy the Pony Express is between Texas and New England, I should definitely have it by Friday, Thursday if we’re lucky. I’ll keep everyone posted. In anticipation of its arrival, I texted Ab to shave his pubes nice and smooth because I don’t want any stray hair in there when that lovely metal cage gets locked on. He happily complied.

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Undies update: I ordered a bunch of cotton thongs for Ab, and two made of knit “mansilk.” The cotton ones are all blending together in his mind, to be honest, so it is hard to give individual reviews. They are all comfortable and provide good support, but the waistbands remind him of underwear (remember, this is the man who has been underwear free for many years). That makes them feel slightly restricting and confining.

The mansilk thongs, on the other hand, are a huge hit. Low rise, no waistband, and the material feels silky and smooth against his skin (his fetish—silky). The knit silk, however, provides good support so there isn’t a trade-off in the silk vs. cotton department. Even though they have to be handwashed, that seems to be a tiny minor drawback given that these rate high on both the sexy and comfort scales.

Overall: A. Ordered from: His Room. I ordered the very conservative black and indigo; since they are such a hit, I think I am going to let myself go and order a few more pairs in eggplant, pewter, and port. Cost: $16. Free shipping on orders over $40. Disclaimer: I have no interest in or connection to this company. I discovered it through Google.