Indefinite stamina denial
I think at the heart of chastity, masturbation denial and male submission for us is denial of stamina.
Itās not about orgasms. They are more fun when they are infrequent and memorable. Itās not about enforcement because I canāt be trusted.
What my wife honestly found distasteful was my own āselfishā pride in my own cockās girth, length, and - once upon a time - stamina. Acting entitled because of the physical aspects of my erection turned her off.
It really wasnāt that I got greedy, whining and bratty. Sureā¦.That wasnāt pleasantā¦ but itās the dynamic of me wielding power that she never did like.
She first fell for me because I was eager, easy, and endless energy.
Chastity helps me control my masturbation. If I keep myself drained, Iām limp and lifeless. The spark, the vibrancy, the drooling precum, the fullness and frustrationā¦ it all makes her feel wonderful.
She always led, from when she first touched me.
I was grateful, and never pushed. We slept together for months before penetrative sex. I was grateful for everything. I was a good and gentle boy.
We meshed effortlessly. Weāre lucky to have met.
When I slipped into wanting to have my cock worshipped and glorified, she was turned off. When I asked to regain my stamina, so I could fuck her again (for more than 20 seconds) she said absolutely not.
Whatās most important is me staying vibrant. I love that word. I can feel my magic spot - that sensitive area underneath, behind my PA piercing - buzz and tingle. She prefers me sensitive, and grateful for her touch.
When I masturbate alone, I do become alone. Not because sheās upsetā¦ I am uninterested, and close to asexual, really, when I stay drained. Itās not sad. The self-given orgasms were serviceable sneezes to help me sleep. But, they werenāt good.
Iām more fun when Iām denied masturbation. The cage helps this.
She is comfortable teasing me when Iām caged, because doesnāt have any innate desire or craving to be penetrated.
The cage is a signal, not just a mechanical prevention.
I can repeat the details later, but to summarize: I have met many who appreciate me and my vulnerability and lack of power, control and stamina. Iāve been encouraged and enjoyed.
As Iām getting āback to normalā - living caged and loving it - I realize that itās the lack of stamina thatās most important.
While ānever againā and āpermanenceā rings in my brain, hits deeply, and presses my buttonsā¦ I think giving up expectationsā¦ no more than thatā¦ I think desiring and wanting to have little to no stamina is the healthiest and most realistic goal.
Yes. I do dream of fucking. The fantasies flash so quickly. Accepting, calmly and confidently, that Iām best kept āsoft and gooeyāā¦ is good for me.
It was a kindness that my wife said I needed to let go of standard male tropes. I took it hard when she said that, and rejected my suggestion that we āmix things upā and let me fuck again.
I know Iām pleasing in my submission. My lack of power, control, and pride is refreshing and even delicious.
Itās ok. I can be her wobbly egg. Sunny side up, and cheerful. Over easyā¦ so easy to break
I can cry. The frustration is real. The tantalization is intense. The desire doesnāt cease. But thatās the point. The frustration is her goal. She knows itās a gift to keep me floating high from denial.
Itās ok. Iām better kept gooey, warm and soft and quivering. Moaning and gasping as she bites down. Iām most delicious this way.
