Psychology of âyou couldâ (20210612)
When I say she could give me a blow job, sheâs less inclined to do so. When I say she could keep me caged, she says âyes I couldâ.
We covered all the same ground verbally this morning that we ever have.
She has no plan or schedule for them.
She will keep me denied indefinitely.
I was simply unable to handle having freedom to touch myself.
September 2020 was her mistake.
Itâs better this way. I need this.
Sheâs happy to own and keep me.
I gave her my keys and sheâs holding on to them.
Sheâll take care of me.
I can be her little creampot, round, heavy and brimming full with cream. Ready to spill at any time
I may gush in my cage whenever. Wherever. It doesnât matter. No constraints on suddenly spilling in chastity.
I told her the nurse seemed to approve that my wife is in charge. She rolled her eyes and said thatâs just a typical dynamic and wasnât an male submission thing.
(But I think it was in context. She knew it was my wifeâs decision for me to get a vasectomy. She read my email. I know the office coordinator had access to the email I sent about my orgasm denial question.)
But it doesnât matter. I stammered. I showed myself to be a bunny.
The male urologist said never worry how often I have orgasms. Everyone is different. I donât need them.
Sheâs ok with the medical profession knowing Iâm caged and denied. Itâs ok. Sheâs proud of owning me.
Because I spoke so much and kept babbling, âŚ. She spanked my thighs and spanked my balls. Next time sheâll take out the clothespins. She knows I hate them. She discussed gagging me.
She could fondle and grip and tug on my balls until I spill in my cage. She could do this. She was trying this morning.
She only promises to remove my cage occasionally. Nothing else. No expectation of orgasms. No promises. No quota. No schedule. No earning them. No conditions to meet. No quid pro quo.
I can throb and tingle and leak all the time. Itâs good. Itâs good for me to stay wanting. I may want and crave and hunger as much as I can.
We didnât talk about my lack of stamina. We didnât even talk about me fucking her.
She did threaten to remove my cage, return the key, and let me touch whenever I want. I wouldnât be owned. Iâd be feral. Loose.
Itâs better being kept.
She was unmoved when I said Iâve n no ever experienced so much denial and caging. She said I went three months caged and denied last year. Sheâs been generous.
She apologized for pushing too hard on permanence. She didnât have to say sorry. I said it was ok.
She said she will not push permanence, **for now**
That âfor nowâ made my cock swell and test the limits of pressure. Itâs involuntary.
She leaves the option open.
Indefinite is easier to deal with.
But in exactly two weeks Iâll have spent six months with just three full orgasms. This is Something Iâve never experienced before. (Itâs been on average three orgasms a month last year) And in a few weeks Iâll have been kept caged practically all the time, with only special occasion exceptions.
Iâm already been caged in this model of chastity more often than not for the last four years. 51% and rising forever. My freedom of what cage I wear is even shrinking away and that ring will close and close.
And now thereâs no honor system. No key. No casual touching that I probably didnât count as masturbation.
As she said bluntly: âYou are unable to handle having freedom. You need this.â
But itâs more than the enforcement. Itâs more than the strict control.
My orgasms and being left uncaged have now become rare events. Special occasions.
She rolled back from actual 100% permanence, but not much. And sheâs self assured sheâs handling me well.
Thereâs no escape. No excuse. No reason at all to be left alone uncaged. This is probably as close to permanent as I want to imagine.
I didnât say âyou could keep me denied orgasms for the rest of the yearâ
I didnât say âyou could keep me caged for the summer again.â
I did say âyou could keep me denied until I spill in my cage again.â
Itâs funny. The reverse psychology only works one way. She accepts denial and chastity. She does not accept me pushing for sexual acts. Sheâs too consistent for me to ignore it. Sheâs real. Sheâs true. Sheâs not kidding.
I may not ask to orgasm but I may always ask not to cum. I am not allowed to have control or authority over that. She always has the last day
She could do anything she wants. And even permanent chastity is explicitly on the table. She knows it is possible. She sees the effect on me, even if it never happens.
You were right. She has gone to taking orgasms off the table except on rare occasions. And constant chastity and edging. Itâs exactly what I always wished for.
I still find it incredible and unbelievable
