Simmered

My wife’s smiling. She is pleased to have me wriggly and fun.

I’m super pleased to get your 119 votes so far. Thank you.

We don’t have a majority result from the 119 votes so far. I’m going to do a second round of voting for the three results, I think.

I’ve been inside her just once this year. Once in 2021. Once in 2020… she let me grip her hips and thrust into her from behind. I came in 20 seconds

My fucking days have dwindled.

She told me if we ever brought others into our bed: “I never want to penetrated” she said. She saw my face, and amended it “except by you”.

But the larger truth is… she doesn’t miss my cock inside her.

She has missed having it. She’s missed my cage.

I’ve missed it too.

It’s ok. I’m not denying her anything.

I’m best kept caged. It’s a wonderful thing.

She doesn’t need to vow permanence. She doesn’t need to enforce my chastity.

I feel “alone” when I’m uncaged. She smiles, and radiates when I’m squirming from the cafe’s grip and her teeth nibbling my throat. I don’t feel alone when I’m caged. I’m held. Always.

I need her encouragement, not enforcement.

I had swapped myself out of the Art Deco cage he made me in 2020 — the one she kept me locked in for two-thousand two-hundred and thirty-two hours and twenty-seven minutes straight, or 13 weeks and 2 days — and eagerly installed the new custom steel.

It’s been perfect. I did remove it 4 days later, on February 26th to inspect its contents, and clean it. It sparkled when I pulled it out of the jewelry cleaner. I’ve also removed it for several medical appointments.

But I’ve not had a naked erection since the 26th. My tingly cock-head has been kept safe, snug and secure in my cage since that Sunday morning, 4 months ago. I’m often quite wet. I feel vibrant. My balls churn and stir, and I throb against the blood-warm stainless steel.

120 days today. In 9 days I’ll have been kept caged for 4 full calendar months. I am voluntarily letting go of my cock. She told me “you’ve been caged for a year before…” and while that doesn’t match my detailed accounting, she’s 100% on board.

I hugged her today, nuzzled her neck, and felt grateful to touch her warm freshly showered body. I made appreciative noises and started to writhe. She smiled broadly at my easy arousal. She likes how I am kept hungry. This pleases her.

On the 26th of February she edged me. She gave me perfect ruined orgasms that flowed out slowly, without a the hint of a spurt or twitch. I begged her to stop. I didn’t want to cum. I wanted to keep floating.

That was a record 116 days ago.

In 2021 she denied me orgasm for 114 between Jan 1 and Apr 25th. But she did let me out once a month to carefully edge me. She had spilled me out 4 times. That year, I once poured out a small river, untouched, just from her words “this is your life now”. She had suggested that my last orgasm was my final one… perhaps “only” for the year.

My cage is wet and sticky with precum.

My cock-head has been caged and denied her touch for longer than ever. Not just her glorious pussy. Not just her exquisitely talented fingers. Not just her beautiful lips.

I’ve been gripped only by steel for longer than I’ve been denied a full orgasm before. I don’t need to separate the two. 93 days caged and 114 days denied orgasm has been superseded. Every day is a new adventure.

I’m grateful to Mark at MaleChastityNow for his custom work. I’m grateful to my wife for enjoying me so much. I’m grateful to feel kept, and turned on. I’m grateful to see her smile so broadly at me.

This is good. I’m a good boy. She tells me so.

After 4 months, another 8 doesn’t seem so difficult. Not now.

A few days ago, she lit up when I bounced up and down at her babbling about wanting her to fuck me.

There’s no maudlin. No negative emotions. No concern from her that she likes this too much. No guilt that I’m feeling trapped, or can’t be trusted.

I’m feeling held. Kept. Appreciated. Enjoyed. Delicious. Fun to grab and bite.

I’m showing her I can let go and float.

And I’m proud of it.

So… based on my chaster goals — with 283 days on my frozen countdown timer, and a vow to get just one spin each 26th for a 1-in-10 chance to start the countdown — I am certainly caged long term, but indefinitely so. Using words of estimative probability:

Definitely until April

Almost certainly until May

Likely until October 2024

Probably not later than May 2025

Almost certainly not later than May 2026

“We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!” —Vroomfondel

After one, two or three years… we’ll see what’s next. I’m not feeling trapped. And while I joke that I’m “steeling myself” up for years of caged erotic sexual denial… I’m not holding my breath.

I’m breathing and floating.

Yesterday marked the start of Summer 2023. I spent all of Spring 2023 caged. I’m eager to see how we fare during my first full Summer caged. Before that, on 1 September will hopefully my first 6 calendar months kept free from climaxes, and never being drained or full.

I can then go from counting full weeks and months to start counting seasons and years.

My wife’s already talking “a year” casually.

I am still a bit stunned, but weirdly grateful, that she simply does not want my cock uncaged. It was a sober statement that she never will. She’s happy for me that I’m embracing this. It feels like an acceptance of her, I surmise. She’s relaxed and grateful for me. And that feels very warm and good. It makes me tingle in my cage.

She trusts me. She likes me. I make her smile.

This is voluntary and she’s not enforcing this. And it feels very different. I’m not being dragged down a rabbit hole. I’m not falling either. I’m eager.

It’s good. It’s not a fantasy.

Here are 100 links to my writing chronicling the incredible journey since I “came back to her” in September 2022.

I don’t know if I ever really had a climax. It was more of an extended ruin. Better than a perfect ruin. But I was kept tight and tingling in my cage.

It felt amazing. She made me into the creamiest stickiest mess. I thanked her.

I told her “you did it.. you gave me a nipple-gasm”

“Not quite.” she said. She explained she was gripping and tugging on the root of my erection to help me along. I’m silently wondering if she wants to work me towards less of that, and more nipple play… to achieve a pure nipple-gasm in her mind.

I’m still thick and tight in my cage after all this. But I’m feeling the relief. I’m not tingling like mad.