Please Stop, I Don’t Want You to Make Me Cum

Yes, you read that right. I told cagedmonkey this morning that I didn’t want him to make me cum for a couple days. His reaction? Well, shock because I cum probably about 5 times a day on average. Sometimes I cum 3 times first thing in the morning when he gets home. So he says, “basically you’re denying yourself orgasm?!” Why yes, my darling sweet boy I AM. Of course he asked why, as I’m sure you just asked!

Well earlier in and throughout the week I’ve had some extremely hard orgasms and because of the kids I’ve had to control my volume. That has put so much pressure on my throat muscles and they hurt quite badly. It doesn’t help that I’m constantly correcting and disciplining my kids the past couple days (is the moon full?). Nor does it help that I’ve had to parent through the door directly in the middle of an orgasm because brother was hitting sister or sister took brothers toy.

So yes, I’m denying myself orgasms for the next couple days and trying (though the kids aren’t helping) to use my voice less. The first thing cagedmonkey asked was if he was allowed to tease me. I did allow him some gentle teasing of my pussy but no edging and no major make me breathe heavy through my throat muscles teasing either. He actually doesn’t think I’ll make it very long, I don’t usually go more than a day without. I’ll just have to turn my need for my own orgasm into some very intense teasing for him.

Today we were talking about some sensory deprivation using the bondage sack and the hood and his ear phones. Could be lots of fun there and I thought about making videos of his torment and sharing them. How humiliating to have everyone else see what you’re going through when you have no idea the time of day, if or when something might be happening. We also talked about getting some audio of sex sounds and forcing him to listen to sex over and over in his ears while he is completely bound and shut off from the world.

Anyone have any ideas for long audio clips of dirty, naughty sloppy fucking? 🙂

Right Now: Sensory Deprivation!

Right now (9:34am EST) cagedmonkey is tied up in bed, hooded and has a thunderstorm continuously playing on his iPod. He has been that way since 8:30 this morning. I’m not sure how long I’ll leave him. 🙂


He cannot see or hear anything. He has no idea when I come in the room until I touch him and his entire body reacts. I realized something about me in all this exploration, in a reaction junkie. I love to hear, see and feel the uncontrollable reactions.

I just went up and ran my nails down his back, around and over his belly. I licked him from the base of his penis up his belly and bit, sucked and flicked my tongue over his nipples. I climbed up and straddled him, pinched his nipples a bit and then lifted slightly. My pussy has been wet all morning so it was just getting wetter seeing him like that. I held myself just barely above his belly so he could feel me rub my clit. My thighs tightened around his midsection as I brought myself to orgasm. I rubbed my wet juices on his belly as a gift. Then I scooted up to the hood and positioned myself over his nose and mouth so he could smell me through the spandex. Then I got just a little ON the hood so he could smell it while I wasn’t there.

I got off of him, kissed him through the hood and walked away. 🙂

Oh boy what a fun day this will be!

The Conflicting Feelings of a Chaste Hubby

My Lady and I were texting each other last night while I was at work, and the conversation wandered to the topic of sensory deprivation. You see, ML has been doing some research in that area, specifically sensory deprivation hoods. And when ML starts doing research, you know that she’s getting serious about it.

She began to text me some of the ideas that have been popping up in her head, and I couldn’t help but get turned on (which made my cock strain against the cage rather strongly). Here are just a few examples of the texts she sent me:

  • “like putting your hands in mittens behind your back, making you kneel on the floor hooded”
  • “I could open only the gag and make you choke on my dildo”
  • “I could take off the blindfold with my pussy right in your face while I cum”
  • “Put a dildo in your ass and make you sit on it while I fuck your mouth with mine”
  • “So if I told you I could put the hood on and use the face dildo as the gag piece instead and fuck your sensory deprived face, how would that make you feel?”

How would it make me feel?

Those sound like horrible, terrible things to have to endure. I don’t know if I could take it.

How would it make me feel?

I need to experience this.

That’s how it makes me feel. I can imagine myself in the moment, wanting it to end so badly, wondering why and how I got myself into this, suffering in pain and frustration. Yet it’s undeniable – I want it to happen. When I read those texts – and even now as I retype them – I get a tightness in my chest that says to me, “Oh. My. God. I NEED THIS.”

It’s scary and confusing to have these types of feelings – to want something you don’t want to happen happen, so badly. But honestly, that’s pretty much what chastity is. I’m sitting here with my cock locked in a steel cage with no way to get out on my own, and I desperately want to cum. But I want to be like this – desperate for release, yet powerless to facilitate that release, completely dependent on My Lady for any and all sources of sexual pleasure. I trust My Lady with my life; I know she will protect me and keep me safe, even when she is putting me through hell just because she can and she wants to. It speaks to my devotion to her how badly I want this to happen, even though I don’t want this to happen.

Now I’m left wondering just when she plans on putting these things in motion…