It’s the end of day 4 of my first denial period in chastity (had a couple on the honor system before) and it was a very pleasing Sunday with Lady Canary and our youngest boy. Last night, I decided to take some action about the behind-the-scrotum friction that was bothering me by shaving the entire area of motion for the ring behind my balls. I wouldn’t mind shaving it all off but Lady Canary likes me in my furry manly glory so I neatly trimmed in front to minimize hair snags.
I slept like a baby and when I woke up, I was in a paradise of sexual frustration. What was a major burning pain with hair in place became an incredibly erotic sensation with a shave and a little oil to lube the area. My dick was harder than I can remember in some time. It was just achingly hard. I turned over to the beautiful Lady Canary and she said “Well, hello, my little pet!” I immediately curled up with my head on her chest and from my breathing and motion, she knew I was going out of my mind with desire. I showed her the extent of my erectile situation in the cage. My balls were raised up in the air and my dick looked like a sausage in a top hat, as though it were mocking the device. She snapped out of character: “Ouch! Are you OK sweetie?”
I looked down at it and back to Her. “Yes! This feels really good.” She told me that she would let me out tomorrow night and let me come in her. I told her that I felt like I could manage a solid week. That gets me out on Wednesday. She agreed and lay basking in her position of power for a few minutes. I don’t remember how but she managed to send the message to me that she wanted an orgasm. Since our little one was sleeping nearby, we opted on me using my musician’s touch to get the job done. As she lay there coming, I was flooded with adoration and submission, practically bursting out of that poor cage.
As soon as she came, she rolled over towards me and outlined our day to me. Telling me what I would be doing for her and the household as well as how we would enjoy our leisure time. Throughout the day, as we took our dogs and boy out in the snow, and at home as I cooked and cleaned, she was very open and talkative about our D/s dynamic and my chastity service to her. We agreed that she has two types of denial periods at her disposal that she can administer when ever she chooses:
Type 1) I remained locked for the entirety of the period with 20 minute hygiene breaks every 5 days. My only sexual activity during these periods will be limited to her pleasure. These will typically be the shorter sentences; between a week and two weeks for now.
Type 2) I’m locked up but let out 3 times per week for 20 minute exercise sessions which may be a) Intercourse with no ejaculation, b) A tease and denial edging session or c) (for when she’s out of it) Supervised/directed masturbation/edging. These will be longer sentences, 3 weeks up to 3 months though she will probably baby step it for me to some degree.
Lady Canary wants to me to be as sexually competent as possible with good staying power and good erections so she will be administering more type 2 denial periods and than type 1s which will be reserved as punishments. Though I have pleased her greatly as of late, I’m in the middle of a week-long type 1, just so she can make sure that I can handle it. Just to show he my commitment level to this, I’m tempted to extend my release date from Wednesday to Friday when my 5-year-old goes back to his mom’s house. What’s another two days. I haven’t gone 9 days without an orgasm, ever. Nothing past a week and that was because I was in jail. Going 9 days devoted solely to the pleasure of Lady Canary sounds like a paradise to me right now.
We also decided on some fun ideas about gambling games that she can determine at her will to cut short or extend my sentences. Coin flips/dice rolls. I asked her if she ever felt guilty when verbally teasing and denying me. She said that she did sometimes. I assured her that by doing that, she was giving me an incredibly precious gift and that the more merciless she could be in working me up and denying me, the more fun we would both have. She seemed to really enjoy that idea. Throughout the day, she found many opportunities to flex her authority and had me working hard for her.
Everyday I’m seeing her blossom more and more into the dominant female that I KNEW she was from the start. She’s beginning to really own it as she feels confident that I have no interest in becoming less of a man. She clearly understands that in this process of submitting to her feminine will, I am doing the manliest possible thing a man can do. Just to assure her that my submission doesn’t equate to weakness or femininity, I’ve put a lot of effort into getting in better shape, building my muscle tone and upping my testosterone naturally through hard cardio. She knows that in my musical life, I’m a strong authority and a noticeable force with a lot of respect from fellow musicians. She knows that I’m a hero to my 3 sons, even the 18 year old, who still treats me as his musical mentor. She now understands that I can be all these things plus a strong hand to do her bidding while at the same time being her sweet submissive pet seeking her strong and feminine domination.
I don’t feel that this is a strange thing. I believe women have always, to some degree or another, controlled the direction of men by means of their extremely superior sexual power. This incredible power is the flipside of the great responsibility of being human kind’s bearer of life. This is why I don’t feel like I’m engaged in some kink by feeling this submission towards Lady Canary. She is my own personal goddess and I’d be a crazy asshole to not want to worship her.
In my late teens and early 20s, I had a handful of bi-sexual experiences and every one of them was an attempt to gain female perspective. I never found a man attractive per say and never cared for any attention to my penis from a male. I only wanted to gain the experience of playing the feminine role. I think it gave me some of the perspective that I was looking for and when I found it, I lost interest in seeking out those experiences. Without that perspective I wouldn’t be the attentive lover that I’ve been. If I didn’t have the beautiful give/take sort of sexual relationship that I have always shared with my wife, it would have taken 20 years to establish this kind of relationship with her. I’m not saying every guy needs to go out and suck a dick when they turn 18 but in my case, it has made me a more empathetic lover to have experienced the flipside.
As it stands now, I feel like I have all I need. I have a beautiful and strong woman to serve. She is willing to be my dominant and willing to allow me this wondrous place at her feet. All this aside, she loves and respects the man I am and has nothing but the best interest of our family in mind. I have no desire for other woman (not that I ever cheated on anyone because I haven’t), no desire for porn (because Lady Canary is the real thing and willing to push my buttons better than any Barbie Doll with bad grammar ever could) and no desire to have an orgasm outside of her glorious vagina ever again. (Unless directed by her to come in some humiliating way for her amusement, of course.)
I get to go and lie down next to this beautiful woman and spoon her in a few minutes. She will pet my head and tell me that I’m a good boy. I will fall even deeper into love with Her and deeper in devotion to Her as I go to sleep with the knowledge that my very sexual being is owned and controlled by Her. Every day, she and I are making each other stronger and better. Everyday, we become closer to one another. I can’t imagine a more intimate relationship and my gratitude swells with every passing moment I spend in service to Her.
