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Baby, It’s Cold Outside November 22, 2010

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This may seem like a silly question but it came up in the Devoted Lover household so I thought I would throw it out there for advice and opinions.

Ab got up early to walk the dog yesterday and it was quite chilly—about 20° F. He was wearing his Watchful Mistress, one of his silk thongs, and jeans. He told me afterwards that he had an interesting reaction. The metal device got nice and cold, nice and fast. He said normally when a man is out in the cold his balls would contract up against his body. But because of the ring of the device, they were prevented from doing so. So he had the combination of very cold nuts and very cold device which wasn’t particularly comfortable.

I laughed and said we’d have to get him some fur-lined underpants. I actually searched online and found a fleece thong, but that looked more like a novelty item as opposed to something designed to keep you warm.

Have any other metal device wearing men faced this problem? What is your solution? It’s not cold enough yet to pull out the flannel-lined jeans and except for this one specific portion of his anatomy, he was warm and comfortable. He just didn’t like having a freezing cold cock.

Comments and suggestions are welcome.

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Earlier Prototypes, not so successful

Update from the Humbler research lab: We continue to do prototype testing on the custom “from the woods of Maine” Humbler. Ab brought the first prototype home which didn’t work—the opening was too big and the device was the wrong shape. A gracious reader sent me some measurements for the opening so we went through two more prototype models which didn’t work at all. Just look at the picture. Was was the woodworker thinking? LOL. But he brought home the latest version yesterday, pictured below. I have a terrible cold and have been feeling lousy so I went to bed early last night, thus we were not able to do any testing for fit or comfort. Hopefully tonight we’ll have a few minutes to play with it. I’ll report back. I do like the look of it, however. And now that I have discovered spanking, my mind reels with possibilities. <evil grin>

Current version, number 4

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This is my one hundredth post on the blog and tomorrow is one hundred days of chastity for Ab and me. Two milestones! Who knew back in August when we started that this is where we’d be in November. Some immediate thoughts that come to mind:

  • The benefits that many ascribe to chastity, ie, being more helpful around the house and so on—that hasn’t really changed. Ab was doing all that stuff to begin with so what more could he take on?
  • What has changed is the way I think about sex. I think Ab would agree with this, too. Chastity has helped us to become much more inventive and creative. Face it, when you take intercourse off the table, you’ve got to find other things to do. We’ve been having lots of fun with the other things.
  • Communication has definitely improved. I’ve talked about this a lot in this blog and related how we have a very challenging time earlier this year. I think chastity has been important to help us find some closure related to the problems we were having, as well as grow and move forward as a couple.
  • I’ve spent a bunch of money on devices, toys, clothing, and so on. More than I expected but I am not complaining. As they say in the MasterCard ad, the value to our relationship? Priceless!
  • I’ve made new friends, people I enjoy conversing with here in the blog, on the Chastity Forum, and in email. Thanks to all who take the time to write and talk to me. I enjoy our interactions.

I had envisioned doing a big celebratory post for the 100/100 milestone but nothing is really coming to mind. Which is probably the way it should be, right? Chastity is just part of our lives. We are a chaste couple, as I like to say. That’s it, pure and simple.

And that’s very good.

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.

Quotes from Ab: X September 25, 2010

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“Aaargh! AAARGH! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!”

That was Ab at 3 am.

We had an unusual night last night. I wasn’t feeling 100%—my breast is still sore (I think it has to do with where I am in my monthly cycle), sometime during the day I twisted my ankle and it was aching and to top it all off, I smashed my thumb. By 10:30 pm, I was feeling the effects of a long, busy week and was ready to hit the sack.

Ab told me he’d meet me in bed shortly. At 10:53 pm I sent a text message that said, “Come to bed, I want to play with my cock.” To be honest, I don’t even remember sending that message. I think I must have been half-asleep and was just throwing out a little spiciness to remind him that we are still playing the game—even if I wasn’t really in the mood.

Next thing I know, it’s 3 am. No Ab next to me in bed and the house is still lit up like a Christmas tree. This is very odd. Ab and I both like to sleep in bed—not on the couch, not on the recliner. We even take naps in bed. Not having him next to me was strange.

I got up to find out where he was. He had fallen asleep in the easy chair in the kitchen! He was awake now, though. We turned off all the lights, started the dishwasher and went to bed—back to bed for me.

A few hours sleep was enough to take the edge off my aches and pains and suddenly, we were lunging at each other like a pair of demented rabbits. “Aaargh! AAARGH!” shouted Ab, literally at the top of his lungs. “I so fucking want it!” he moaned.

I wasn’t much better. I writhed. I squirmed. I shouted too. Out came the Hitachi Magic Wand—no starting with the Wahl, we went right to the big boy. I was very conscious of the key, which was still next to me on the bedside table. Could I unlock him? I so wanted to feel his velvety cock skin. I knew it would be smooth and hard. I knew his erection would be perfect.

I also knew that if I unlocked him, we’d be fucking, he’d be coming, and that would be that. No ruined orgasm or orgasm denial for for Ab. This would be the real thing.

In the end, it was a moot point. I’m not sure I could’ve gotten the CB unlocked and off, even if I decided that was what I wanted to do. The way we were thrashing around, the last thing I could have accomplished was getting a tiny little key in a tiny little lock and getting the whole contraption off his junk. So, it just stayed.

We shouted some more, got the hormones flowing at top speed and then…puddle time. Ab went to sleep pretty quick. I lay awake for awhile and just enjoyed the afterglow. For a few minutes, I was able to forget my boob, my ankle and my sore thumb. Life was very good in the wee hours of the morning.

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Underwear Update: Ab’s underwear arrived on Thursday. First up for review: Calvin Klein Men’s Body Thong

Pros: Very attractive, very comfortable (according to Ab) and well-fitting. Provides good support. He wore it all day without any problems.

Cons: The waistband is a little wide, according to Ab. He said for men who are used to wearing underwear, they might not mind it, but it felt big to him. To me, the logo is quite noticeable (I get tired of designers plastering their name all over everything). That said, it does remind me of Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox)  in Back to the Future when he was wearing his Calvins, so I guess I don’t mind the logo all that much.

Overall: A-

Specs: 100% cotton, machine wash. Purchased from Amazon. Price: $18 (although it is on sale right now for $13.50)

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Correction: Yesterday in the blog I wrote that Ab would wake up every morning and masturbate next to me. He took issue with that. “It wasn’t everyday,” he said. “It was more like once a week.”

“Once a week?” I replied. “I don’t think so. I knew what you were doing over there.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t doing it everyday.”

“Well,” I said, “my recollection is that it was pretty frequent. If not everyday, then maybe every other day.” I paused. “Why didn’t you wake me up, anyway? Why masturbate if I was right next to you. I mean, I was awake.”

“Yes, but you pretended you were asleep.”

“Even so…”

“You gave off a vibe you didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Oh. Okay. Things are better now.

The other day I mused about a comment in Cricketed’s blog.

I can’t even imagine masturbating anymore.  The idea of it strikes me as ridiculous, to tell the truth.

“Do you feel that way?” I asked Ab.

He shook his head. “No, not at all,” he replied honestly.

“Do you think you could get to that point?”

He paused. “I’m not sure. Maybe? But is that what I want?”

Personally, I think it’s an admirable goal.

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One last update: A few weeks ago, Ab said he’d be willing to play this game until at least the end of the year. Last night, he said he’d be willing to play for at least six more months, maybe longer. “I’m having a lot of fun,” he said. “You seem to be having a lot of fun.”

“Oh yes,” I agreed. “I certainly am.”

“But it seems to be better if we play for the long haul.”

I nodded.

This is good. I have a guarantee of at least March.

No Longer Commando September 23, 2010

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Ab has not worn underwear for years. I mean, years and years and years. He’s been u-trou-free longer than I’ve been bra-free by at least a decade. But now that is changing…

He told me the other day that he feels more comfortable in his CB if he’s wearing underpants. He noticed a little bit of chafing on his legs plus the support of the fabric makes his cock feel more comfortable. Makes sense to me.

Of course, this means we need to do some shopping since the only thing in his underwear drawer is a pair of novelty boxers with lobsters on them and a few pairs of ancient BVDs.

He brought this issue up at dinner the other night. “Shall I go ahead and buy something or do you want to take care of it?”

“Of course I want to do it!” I very quickly answered. I love being in charge of all things related to his sex and genitalia. “What do you want? Not boxers, I’m sure.”

He shook his head. “Absolutely no boxers. I need the support.” (As an aside, our son wears boxers and I love buying those for him—I always seek out the ones with ridiculous little pictures like pretzels and beer mugs, or hearts with bows and arrows. But I digress…)

“Tighty-whities?”

“No. Not those. I want…” He stammered. He blushed. Ab is so adorable when he blushes! His voice dropped to a whisper. “I want something sexy.”

“Sexy? Sounds good to me,” says I, all brisk efficiency. “A thong?”

Another blush. “Yeah…”

How great is this? Twenty-five years of being undie-free and when he goes back into them, he wants to be wearing a hot, sexy thong under his jeans. So fucking cool! Anyone wonder why I love this man? 😀

Thong shopping was a very good way to pass my lunch hour yesterday. I gave myself a budget of $100 (and stuck to it) and came up with a nice assortment: a three-pak from Papi (these would be the tighty-whities, I guess); a blue and white striped number in cotton; an “award winning” style with a Y-back in black cotton (I am still wondering who gives awards for thongs); two (one black, one indigo) in knit “mansilk” which looks very sexy (the drawback for these is that they have to be handwashed); and last, the big splurge ($18): black cotton from Calvin Klein. Thirty-eight different reviewers said this was the most comfortable thong they had ever worn.

Tell me…how did we live in the days before the Internet when we didn’t have reviews of underwear online? Oh, right, I remember. We’d go to Macy’s and buy six-packs of white BVDs. And live with it.

Anyway, as I type this, Ab’s new underwear wardrobe is winging its way northward and should be arriving in the next day or two. In the name of public service, I’ll be posting reviews and updates on style, fit, and comfort. 😉

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Because I was shopping, I decided to dance on over to the Delicious Boutique and see if they had anymore sales on fetish stuff. Tra-la, they did! Because I am weak, I spilled the beans to Ab at dinner (I really wanted to keep it a secret but he can worm anything out of me). He was so excited I thought he was going to pee in his pants (since he can’t cream his jeans anymore). Have I mentioned lately that this chastity came is FUN? LOL.

Quotes from Ab: VII September 16, 2010

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“I am completely addicted to…Angry Birds.” LOL

Angry Birds, for those who don’t know, is a silly game that you can play on your iPhone or iPad. It has an addicting quality. The only thing that keeps me from being completely hooked is that I am not very good at it. Ab, on the hand, really gets it and has a lot of fun playing it. I bring it up here because he tells me that now that he has to pee sitting down, it gives him an extra minute or two in the bathroom and he uses that time to play Angry Birds. Ai yi yi!

One thing he has barely commented on and never complained about is the fact that he is no longer a “stand up to urinate” kind of guy. This has hardly registered on his chastity radar.  It might be because at his work there is only one bathroom and it doesn’t have a urinal. Who knows? I commented that I know men who work on their feet all day and they like to sit, just to give themselves a two minute break. When I said this, Ab just looked at me and said, “Really?” like it was a whole new idea. And yes, he is on his feet most of the day. I’m surprised he never figured this out before!

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Last night turned out to be a very good night. Clearly, trading sexy emails all day is a good strategy to ensure a man is all hot and bothered when he gets home. 🙂 That, and the promise of getting to wear sexy clothes in the evening…

I make his clothes sound so risqué, but they really aren’t. We’re talking some black silk pants and a velvet thong. The thing is, Ab really gets off on the feel of silky and velvety fabrics against his skin. Here I am, a woman, and I could care less about silky, sexy fabrics. (Actually, I could care less about clothes, period, as my naturism post documents.) But he enjoys them and looks good in them so if that’s what turns him on, fine with me! He wore them for dinner which again, doesn’t sound all that out there but as I looked at him I realized that 99% of our sex play has been confined to the bedroom for the past 15 or 20 years. That’s what happens when you have a small house and children. Now that our daughter is gone, we can suddenly act like a pair of wild and crazy kids for the first time in ages. I am trying to figure out if my subconscious brain knew this when I came up with the idea of chastity on the eve of our daughter’s depature?

I did email Ab a PDF of a book that includes a character with a serious clothing fetish (Secrets, Skins and Leather by Sean Michael, if anyone is curious.) This goes along with my new realization that if I share porn, er, I mean stories with him, that might stoke his fire a little bit, too.

When he was leaving this morning I asked if we’d be sending hot emails again today and he gave me a funny smile and said, “Maybe we should focus on getting at least a little bit of work done.” Yeah, he’s probably right.

The other thing from last night…the last little bit of anger from Sunday seems to be completely past. He apologized about getting angry about the Jailbird and said he was glad I had ordered it. He asked what size I got. He thought that the shorter, narrower cage was a good choice. He did seem a little anxious about the 1/4″ spacer (as opposed to 3/8″) but I told him that could be adjusted if need be. Now we are both eager for it to arrive—unfortunately, Mature Metal says two to three weeks delivery time and it hasn’t even been a week. Sigh… I just need to be patient (not my strong suit, which I suspect many of the readers here have already figured out!). Also from last night: since wearing his clothes was tied to leaving his CB on, he did figure out how to clean it. He rummaged around and found an old squirt bottle in the way back of a cabinet (I swear, you could find anything is this house if you searched hard enough). He also didn’t have any more complaints about wearing the CB at work—at least for the moment. I asked for the spare key which he did hand over—of course with the promise of lots of attention and sex from me. :-)Yes…we can make this all work.

Because I like shopping online, I found a nice little bit of fetish clothing on sale for 80% off. I showed Ab a picture and he was all enthused. It arrives tomorrow but I might make him wait until the Jailbird arrives until he can wear it. “Locked in steel, laced in silk,” I told him. HOT!