Time Marches

Time marches on without my Keeper. I will not see her until Monday or Tuesday, which seems forever away. I am near to bursting. I ache for release. Mastery over myself is taking more and more effort. She will receive some heartfelt begging and groveling when I next see her.

I read this article here a while back, and re-read it recently. It's an interesting read.

Interesting read

I ran across this interesting article on hormone levels and chastity:

http://secretchastityhusband.blogspot.com/2010/08/male-chastity-pleasure-and-devotion.html?zx=290090b7f4152dc5

Back in the Slammer

My Keyholder left this morning, holding my key. I'm back in the belt, and a good thing, too. Things have been, shall we say, touchy there. Sensitive. Trigger-happy. I am ready to explode. It's been almost two months and I don't remember being this worked up, ever. My libido has come and gone, and it's back, with a vengeance. I actually awoke the other night almost about to have a wet dream. I stopped myself in the nick of time. The CB will make everything less sensitive, less prone to accidental, tantalizing brushes. So, for once, I welcome being back in the slammer. If only she would allow me to come!!
The ever-frustrated Keyholden

Back in her Arms

How sweet it was to see my Keyholder waiting for me at the gate! How sweet it was to embrace her and kiss her. And how sweet it was to fall asleep entwined in each other's arms.
It had been a long ten days since I'd seen her. I've found that my sex drive drops to near zero during these times. She holds the key to my orgasm, after all, so if she is not there, why bother? It was nice to discover that I did indeed still have a sex drive, as I found out the next morning when she teased me to great effect. I get excited even as I write this.
She twirled my nipples, caressed my cock, and had me service her. Soon enough, she tired of teasing me, and of my  low threshold for pleasure. She had me suckle her as she enjoyed her own volcanic orgasm. It makes me just about weep when this happens. Here I am, pathetically humping her leg and begging, and here she is enjoying wave after wave of pleasure. Never is the power dynamic of the relationship more acute as it is then. Still, it provides me some sort of satisfaction, for I find myself calmer afterwards, with some of that post-orgasmic calm that I used to know – back when I was allowed to have them. I think I'm getting some empathy from her orgasm. Either that, or I'm glad that the teasing is over, for the moment. In any case, my duty was done, and then it was time to turn to work and the daily grind, thankful for being back near my Keyholder.

Away

Away. I've been out of town for a few days. Going on a week, actually. Though I miss my Keyholder greatly and would love nothing more than to have her with me, being away actually helps me bear the chastity. I'm simply not interested in sex and sexy things as much. I'm a slight bit concerned at this lack of drive--maybe it's hormone levels or (probably) just lack of stimulation. In any case, it makes things easier, even while I miss her. I've been free, out of the cage, to clear up some chafing that had set in after my last bout. It's all gone, and I'm back in. Waiting for my keyholder and her teasings. It will be a long wait indeed.

This is his Keyholder...

My dear chaste boy is out of town for a while. I'm at his house, surprising him with this little note on his blog. Now, let's see how long it takes him to post a nice update for me and notice it, hm?

This month, I'm doing something a little different with his rules of chastity. Usually, I decide when he gets to orgasm without any rhyme or reason - which is my prerogative as a woman, you know. Usually, also, he becomes insufferable around week 5 or 6, angsty and grumpy. (He is right on schedule, too.) I generally allow his orgasm at that point, for my sanity's sake. But that's a horrible precedent to set, and I am aware of it. The last thing I need is a boy pouting and whining for relief and actually getting it. (Which is to say, my boy doesn't pout and whine. He is a lovely slave, and I am so happy to own him.)

So, I waited patiently, this go-around, for his moodiness to rear up. And then, I explained the new rules to him:

He will have to be actively not grumpy to earn his way out of chastity. Usually he is very good about sitting at my feet and bringing me coffee, but around week 5 and 6, these gestures start to slip. With chastity, paying attention to me is easier for a few weeks... but coasting is no longer good enough. I want to see effort. He will need to start being proactive - planning romantic dinners, bringing me flowers, offering to do chores. His beneficial behavior toward me will earn him extra points.

Of course, he immediately wanted to know how many points he needed to earn. (Hahaha! Men! So practical!) I would not tell him, except to mention that it had been so long since his last act of devotion (five minutes earlier) that I'd happened to forget his score and we would have to start the count over at 1.

He has been ever so much more attentive, already. I look forward to seeing how he pushes through his usual hormonal slump. Let's find out what's on the other side, dear! And it's entirely within your responsibility to find out how long that takes, you know. (Your guess of a month is incorrect, as it's based on the wrong criteria.)

Now, get to posting that blog post you'd originally planned, dear. You know how much I enjoy reading them.
xoxo

Seven

It's been seven weeks since I was last allowed the pleasure of an orgasm, and I'm feeling every bit of it. And not like one would think, either. My desire has been peaky; what I mean is that I'll chug along completely uninterested in sex, and then, bam! – I'm right there at the edge. Before, it was a constant low buzz of desire that was built up. Now, it's peaky. Time will tell if this changes. Seven weeks. And, I know it will be at least a month more. The other day, I told my Keyholder that she could keep me as long as she wanted – even a year if she wanted. I'm afraid of her taking me up on this offer, actually. I'm not sure if I could handle it. But I am willing to offer it.