When you hear that lock snick shut on your cock, there can be a moment of giddy euphoria.
You’re owned. You are exactly where you should be, your Mistress is in charge, and all is right with the world. This moment is what you’ve been dreaming off, looking forward to and jerking off over for months! Ah, yes, finally, locked up tight, without even the thought of getting hard in your future.
Ok, you’ll totally have the thought about getting hard.
In fact, now you’ll only have the idea of an erection. No hard-ons, no boners, no semi-chubs, and definitely no orgasms. It’s usually when the reality of no orgasms dawns on a chastity slave that despair sets in. Yes, you’re pleasing your Mistress, and yes, she’s going to use your mouth and your hands to serve Her. Yes, you get the joy of being owned and in your proper place. But.
The endless dreams of getting to cum for your Mistress can start to wear you down.
When the despair hits you and your chastity feels utterly endless, take a page from a Zen practice and be here now. You see, the despair hits when you look at the length of time still to come. Instead of being present in the moment, enjoying the small happinesses and enduring the little moment to moment trials, you’re living in the endless ‘tomorrow’. And that endless tomorrow is a real bitch to deal with.
As with all things that are difficult to get through, chastity can be endured.
You’ll get through it, and there will be good things again. The darkness will not last forever, dawn will come, and the lock will come off. And then you’ll get to have a nice big erection, a lovely long session of play, and if you’ve been a good boy and pleased your Mistress, you might even get to cum for Her! Just hold on, have hope, because all things eventually come back around again to goodness.
This post is right on the money! When he’s free he’s bored and just wanks himself silly. The thought of chastity is dangerous, thrilling, alluring. He’s drawn to it and slowly, inevitably, he must try it out. He must know what it feels like to lose control. So he takes the plunge. He locks it up and hands over the keys to a mysterious tease who takes them readily.
The thrill is euphoric. It’s better than he imagined. He feels so excited and afraid, happy and terrified, intimately connected and utterly alone all at the same time. The feeling is pure pleasure, pure infatuation.
Every time he encounters a normal situation that is now slightly altered because of the steel device in his pants he feels a small jolt of that same thrill. He feels the weight of the device swaying as he walks. Jolt! He finds he must sit to pee and is reminded of how other men don’t. Jolt! He hears a faint clank as he leans against the checkout counter to swipe his card and wonders if the woman behind him in line heard it too. Jolt! Everything is sexualized. Everything is a turn on, all the time.
Yet, over time those novel experiences become more commonplace and wearing the device becomes part of everyday life. The excitement starts to fade as the deep yearning for release waxes stronger and stronger. There comes a singular moment when he realizes that he wants to cum more than he wants to be locked up. At that moment the game changes.
Suddenly all his thoughts are of the future time when he might be released. It seems so impossibly far away! How will he endure! What hell!
He starts to wonder how he got into this predicament. He thinks of the one holding his keys. How does she wield so much power over him? Jolt! Who is she really? Jolt! What might he do to earn favor with her? Jolt! He know’s she’s kind but strict. She won’t yield. Jolt! He suddenly wants to hold her, to be with her, to bring her joy. Jolt! This desire intensifies until it eventually eclipses his own desire for release.
Finally the day of release reluctantly arrives. The orgasm is explosive and he is left wanting another immediately afterwards. He vows never to return to the device and she congratulates him on his accomplishment, on enduring, on overcoming his demons. They celebrate! They copulate. First every hour. Then every day. Then life slowly returns to normal and they are lucky to find time every couple of weeks.
One day he’s tidying up and happens upon a drawer. There it is. The cold steel cage, laying in wait since the day they cleaned it and put it away. No. He won’t go back to that again. The endless agony of unfulfilled desire. The yearning. The pain of denial, day after day. It’s not worth it! He shuts the drawer.
A few days later he gets to thinking and suddenly an odd thought strikes him. The lock was there with the cage in the drawer, but was there a key? He puts it out of his mind for ten seconds, then finds himself half way up the stairs. He slides open the drawer. Sure enough, the lock is there, wide open, but there is no key. The key was never put back in the drawer.
His mind starts to wander. Did she do that on purpose? Did she think he’d be back here? Well if she did she’s clearly mistaken. Did she think so little of him? He ponders. What if he were to lock it back on? There’s no key. She’d find out. He’d have to face her eventually. Of course he’d never do that… but what would she say if he did do it? Would she be disappointed? Would she be concerned he had some kind of problem? A fetish? A weakness? He chuckles. She probably enjoyed all those weeks of doting and pampering. Ha! She might actually be pleased. What if… the device is right here… he could slip it on, just to remember how the cool metal felt encasing and protecting him.
He feels an old familiar stirring in his abdomen. He pushes the stirring feeling back down and slams the droor shut. No! It’s not worth it! Remember how hard and long those nights were? Remember the never ending frustration? Remember the weeks of thoughts fogged with lust? He was lucky it ended when it did. Who knows how long she might keep him locked if he were to ever allow her that power again. He turns to leave but stops. Thoughts of giving her that power dance in his mind, skirting his defenses. He slowly turns back. Somewhere deep in his mind a voice is screaming. He reaches out and touches the drawer’s handle. Jolt!
That. Is. Insanely. Hot.
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