Interviewing the Interviewer

After I interviewed Lady Julia, we traded places so she could ask me a few questions.
Here we go!

1) When did you first begin writing?

Oh gosh, I’ve been writing since high school… and boy is my hand tired.

2) Have you ever submitted anything for publication?

As it happens, I’ve been published in certain trade journals. Some of my writings have been featured in other venues, and for the last few years I help edit (and I’m occasionally published in) a newsletter that is sent out to the members of a civic organization to which I belong.

Umm… it’s mostly just technical stuff, though; and not the kind of thing that Edge of Vanilla readers are probably looking for.

3) You’ve been given a dream vacation for two. Someone you trust will watch your children so it’s the perfect opportunity for an intimate little get-away with Ty. You can choose where you go and you’ll have as much money as you need in order to do whatever you want. Where would you go and what would you do during this dream vacation?

With Ty? Er… I suppose he and I could take the mountain bikes and head up for a “guys weekend” at Cape Cod. We could bike the trails and stop for beer and fried clams. No, it’s not expensive, but I like it up there.

If it’s just Ty and me, well, maybe we could stay in Provincetown. I have some friends up there that would make him feel welcome, I’m sure.

4) Describe your “I feel great” outfit. (Every woman has one – that outfit that makes her feel uber sexy.)

Shiny, soft, snug black leather. Lots of it. Latex is a close second. Maybe with some dommy looking buckles and snaps to dress it up. And boots; thigh-high and supple.

And I guess a woman in that outfit would be even better.

5) You’ve been offered a movie deal for your Avalon story series. Who will play the principle characters?

Avalon? What?!

*flips back to The Entranced Realm*

Oh, dammit, I was answering Susan’s questions!

Faux… pas?

Blogging communities, like other types of internet forums, often develop certain atmospheres; in many respects it’s not unlike frequenting your favorite neighborhood tavern. You get to see the same people, have vague conversations about things, and assume that after a drink or three you understand where they’re coming from. Sometimes, though, somebody makes a statement that ends up being misinterpreted or misconstrued, or perhaps taken out of context, or not in the spirit in which it was intended. Sometimes these situations end with somebody wearing a drink, or worse.

Before I end up with Jameson’s and water all over my favorite shirt, I’m going to explain something.

I am a long-time Internet user, and until recently have spent most of my time on either Usenet or some of the various web forums. I remember my early encounters with BDSM culture, and was astounded by what I saw as a rather rigid adherence to the rules of some unspoken cultural mores. I think that most of us have run across the Gorean types, but those stereotypes have leaked out into the rest of the community. Fortunately, I ran across a fantastic group of people in the Usenet group soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm; most of them eschewed the stereotypes when they wanted to, and played off of them when they felt like it. It was good to see that there was no One True Way to think about it.

Although I was mainly a lurker in those groups, I became more active when my wife and I started playing with chastity and orgasm denial; I ran across the same kind of mindset in those groups as well. I’ve written about this in my earlier posts in this blog. Ironically, it seems that it’s the submissive men that are more welded to these stereotypes than the dominant women.

As I run across more and more blogs by women who do not adhere to the old mindset, I’ve also noticed that some of them received comments – sometimes rather ugly comments – from (supposedly) submissive men who can’t resist explaining to them where they are going wrong, and what they should be doing differently to be “real” Dommes. At least, those are the more articulate ones. The less educated just write things like “you suck” or “ur not a real dom” or worse. For some reason, Susan seemed to be a magnet for this type of clueless idiot, although Lady Julia has run a close second.
Anyway, I’d read so many of those inane “You’re not a ‘real’ Domme” comments on various blogs that I coined the term “Fauxdomme” on Susan’s blog as a way of poking ironic fun at them. To me, the “Faux” label identified people who walked their own path, and who practiced what they wanted to. This, by the way, includes “fauxmissives;” I’ve seen far too many people stop having fun because they were trying to follow arbitrary rules. In other words, the “F/fauxs”believe in just enjoying what they enjoy, without worrying about the comments from the Great Unclued.

And while it could be construed to mean “Phew! A real person in that latex corset whipping her initials into my ass!”, truly that was not my foremost thought. In fact, I respect a well-known switchy type who dommes in jeans and a t-shirt, thereby destroying several stereotypes at once. No, I didn’t have any particular “type” in mind – that would be categorizing, which is something that I would prefer not to do. The fact that I’ve categorized my blogroll is more ironic humor, although I will admit that it makes things easier for others to find.

Let me make it clear that I was not offended by anything written in the last week or so. Ms. Reciprocity, in the course of venting a bit, wrote things that might have been misconstrued. I was surprised, but I realize that she may not have caught the humor in the way that it was intended. Likewise, I have written and said things in the past that seemed funny or witty – to me – but the message was somehow lost in translation.

I’ve also lost a lot of favorite shirts that way.

(Edit: I see that I could probably have saved a lot of typing and just pointed to the definition that Richard put up yesterday.)

So, I invite anyone to check their spot on my blogroll. If you don’t like the category under which you are listed, please feel free to make an alternate suggestion.

And if you don’t mind, I’m going to go finish my drink. It’s a shame to waste good scotch.

Interview Me(me)

Yet another blogging meme is making the rounds…

Five Questions (Interview Meme)

The Rules: Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
I will respond by asking you five personal questions, which I will leave for you in my Comments section.
If I don’t know you that well, the questions will probably be easy and fun.
If I think I know you pretty well, then expect the questions to be a little more personal.
To answer them, you must repost the questions along with your answers in your journal/bloggy thing.
Then, make sure to include this explanation of how it works, and offer to interview anyone else who asks.

This is my conversation with Cat leading up to this meme:

Me: I’m trying to decide if I’m brave enough to ask to be interviewed. I don’t think that you’d ask me the softball questions.

Cat: Tom I will take it easy on you, promise

Me: Hmm.
Know what? Interview me, but don’t ask me the easy ones. I think I need to be pushed a little.
Geez, how’s that for topping from the bottom, huh?

Damn. I knew I was asking for trouble.

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Cat asks:

1. Do you think you would have been able to return to your marriage if your wife had not been willing to try dominance?

First, understand that it was not specifically a BDSM issue. What we really had – although even I wasn’t clear on this at the time – was an intimacy issue. Emotional, physical, and sexual intimacy are all connected; we didn’t begin to figure it out until I pointed out that virtually every conversation we had was about the house, the kids, or her family. Any subject that I brought up with emotional overtones was quickly sidetracked. It took a while for me to figure out that this was happening; for years I (mis)interpreted this as that she really didn’t care what I felt.

However, since part of the issue was my desire for some sexual exploration (and to be fair, we had done a bit back when we were dating), I think that while I would have returned, it would have been difficult to stay without her being willing to try something.

2. Following up question number one if your wife had tried and decided it just wasn’t for her do you think you would have stayed together?

I think that we would have found some kind of a compromise. In fact, the chastity play is a form of that.

3. If the situation had been reversed and your wife had been the one with sexual interests outside of your comfort zone do you think you would have been willing to branch out to please her?

I’m thinking that if she had interests outside of my comfort zone, she’d probably have been arrested by now.
*ahem*
In the past, I’ve been known to be pretty open-minded. Again, I think that I would be willing to compromise in some way.

4. If you were able to go back and change one decision in your life what would it be and why?

Oooh. You had to ask this one, huh?

I’d go back to my early 20s. There was a particular decision that I made that I’ve always wondered about. Worse, I’ve had several opportunities to rectify that decision, and each time turned away from… something that I’m not sure about even now.

This is a difficult question for me, and I will have to answer it in its own blog post.

5. Boxers or Briefs…hehehe

What? Who wears underwear anymore?

Boxers with pants or suit trousers, a tuxedo, or other loose fitting pants.

Briefs with shorts or jeans… when I bother to wear anything. I like to go “commando,” especially in the summer.

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Okay, if anybody else wants in on this, just leave an “Interview me” comment. And let me know if you want the easy or the tough questions.

Commentation on My Chastity Story

It’s been three weeks since I posted about one of the chastity episodes with my wife. Except for a couple of Yahoo groups, I’ve never told that story anywhere; I’m amazed that I still feel embarrassed about some of my kinks, even behind the anonymity of the internet, but I’m even more amazed at how interesting other people found it. I’ve had 1,600 hits on that post alone, and several hundred more on my old Blogger site, and over a dozen comments. Some of you left questions, and I wanted to take the opportunity to address them.

Lady Julia Says: How do you feel about this years later? Are you happy you did it? Do you have any regrets?

This took place about two years ago. Yes, we are both happy that we did this, and it led to some good – and long overdue – discussions between us about sexuality and intimacy. It was good for me to finally begin to express some of the kinkier sides of me that I repressed for the previous decade. And I think it was particularly good for my wife to allow herself some creative sex play, something that she seemed to have given up since we were married. It took me a long time to become convinced that she was enjoying herself, and not simply indulging me.

Aside from the regret that we hadn’t done this years earlier, I do regret that we still had not been able to resolve some of our issues with emotional intimacy when this happened. Unfortunately, there were times when it seemed (to me) that keeping me locked up (as we called it) might have been a means for her to avoid intimacy. It really wasn’t until last year that we were able to get more of a handle on the real issues. That ties into the part about my wondering if she was merely being indulgent; fortunately, we are now able to address those issues better than we had in the past.

Suzy Says: I’d have to be in the no column as well:)

Understandably so. I want to stress that my wife did not really want this to be a permanent condition; but as we began to explore, just talking about the fantasy became very hot for both of us. It was a good experience overall, though, and it allowed the both of us to examine how reality intersects with fantasy.

Russ Says: Wow… Not sure I could last 48 hours, let alone months.

A few years ago, I would have said the same thing. It’s not as if I had always had this fantasy; as I explained later, it just sort of snuck up on me. To give it some perspective, I’ve often referred to it as “BDSM Lite” – the device became a 24/7 reminder of a change in our relationship. It’s kind of like having bondage without the the overt display of collars and other equipment.

Sassy Says: Also sounds like she found her niche. Did you ever think she would come so far from where you were initially?

She did find a niche, and even now she occasionally wants me to wear the harness, even without me being locked up; she really enjoys the idea of me being aroused and frustrated. It gives her a sense of control or ownership that she finds exciting.

I don’t know how far I had expected her to come. When we were dating she showed some rather overt dominant traits, which was one of the things that attracted me to her. I was, however, surprised when she admitted that she would like to try this.

diggerjones Says: So when does she apply the soldering iron to the lock to make it permenent?

As I said, we both find this to be a hot fantasy, but neither of us would want this for more than a few weeks months years at a time.

Cat Says: “she confessed that the hottest thing in the world at the moment was knowing that I was caged, frustrated, and aroused just for her.” Are you kidding what woman would not find that appealing????

Cat, that’s why I like you!
I’ve been active in several Chastity groups for some years, and I can tell you that according to the men who post, most women partners are horrified, bored, disinterested, or freaked out by the idea. I think that a lot of men approach it in a way that is probably a turn-off for them, but it’s apparently not for everyone.

I saved Kimba for last…

kimba Says: Tom..? I have questions..

That’s why I’m here.

Don’t you miss the feeling of your wife? Especially against your fren piercing and all?

You missed the part where I said that this happened a couple of years ago. I was describing a series of episodes that started opening up the concepts for us. It’s okay; you were probably one of those who skipped the details and went straight to the hot sex part.

I am thinking now of your penis far more than I think I should..

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that one… I’d have a dollar.

I guess this post heightens the more than just physical act of lovemaking.. Damn I am talking around in circles trying to understand the concept..

No, this is actually very insightful. When I put on the harness and make love to my wife, is it sex? Of course it is! Sex isn’t just about tubes of meat – it’s about the sensual and the emotional, the sights and sounds and feelings all over your body. Hell, it’s not even about the orgasm; I have found that the anticipation and arousal are more enjoyable- certainly much longer lasting – than the ten seconds of fireworks. I’m not discounting those ten seconds, of course, but I have long ago learned not to make them the reason for everything that leads up to them.

Back when I was in my early 20s I used to practice yoga. I ran across Tantric and Taoist practices, and learned about the pleasure that can be had by limiting my own physical orgasms, to sublimate them, as it were, into pleasure of another sort. It’s not for everybody, admittedly. But over the years I have found that I really enjoy the low-level arousal that stays with me for days at a time.

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If you found this interesting, you might also be interested in some of my other real-life experiences which are listed in the True Tales page.

THIMK!

Wow, I’m humbled.

That is, if by “humbled” what I really mean is that my ego has just gone up a size.

2am has been memed as a “Thinking Blogger” and in accordance with the rules, has passed on the torch to five others, including yours truly.

The rules are simple:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote (here is an alternative silver version if gold doesn’t fit your blog).

The Thinking Blogger Award

 

Since the time-honored rules of childhood play won’t allow me to tag 2am back, I am presenting a list of five other blogs which have given me pause in the last six months. While The Thinking Blog does not say anything about sex blogging, I, myself, see no reason why those of us who blog about sexuality should be excluded from this meme. Even the very vanilla among us think about sexuality, and some of us have made a virtual career out of thinking aloud.

1) Lady Julia at The Entranced Realm has posted quite a bit on the nature of caring and relationships. Her posts on domination and submissiveness have been insightful and well-written, especially because she refuses to adhere to the old stereotypes.

2) Angela St. Lawrence at ZenFetish maintains one of the most erudite sex blogs that I’ve ever read. You never know what topics she will hit next: sex workers, domination, politics, holidays, and even vanilla sex are always on the menu. No less deserving are her regular commentators; I can barely keep up.

3) I have to admit to having a little “kindred spirit” crush on Cat over on Never Judge a Book by its Cover, but that’s not why she’s on this list. Cat’s explorations in D/s and BDSM have been interesting, but that’s not why she’s on this list, either. Rather, she’s on this list because her life situation is not an easy one, yet she always shows great attitude and seems to bounce back from various life challenges. While she doesn’t set out to make me think, after reading her posts I always put thought into how well I would do in her position.

4) Alexis on Why is Alexis Alexis? Sexuality, topical issues, politics, and sometimes some good rants. ’nuff said.

5) Although a relative new link on my blog, I have known maymay at Maybe Maimed for several years through his postings in various web forums. An introspective sort, he touches on BDSM, D/s, and more recently his own explorations in orgasm denial and chastity. I have no idea how he finds the time to write as much as he does. Vitamins? Extra appendages?

Unfortunately, Richard of Down on My Pansexual Polyfetishist Femdom Chastity Blog Lore misses this award because it says specifically “Thinking Blog.” That’s blog singular, and since we’ve long since lost count of how many domains he’s registered, Richard was disqualified at the gate. Too bad, because he’s usually got some great insights on that kinky sex stuff.

Also disqualified is Goddess Susan because she only has a Fauxblog.
Well, that’s not true, I could have bent a few rules. It’s more because she never came across with that car…

2am, thanks again for the nomination. I’m not sure what prompted this but I always appreciate an opportunity for a shameless ego post.

 

 

 

Chastity – Some Backstory, Part 1

Just what is the fascination with chastity devices and orgasm denial? In the couple of weeks past that I posted a bit about my wife and I experimenting with it, my blog hits have gone through the roof. That post has had more hits in the last two weeks than the next most popular post had in a month – and considering that the previous post had been mentioned in Sugasm, that’s saying a lot.

There were some good comments on that post, too, but before I get into all that, I think this would be an appropriate time to give some background to this.

Back in the early 1990s, when the internet was still for geeks, one of my hobbies was web surfing. You know,go to a site, find a link, from there go to another site, then another, then another, until it was 1:15 am and you were a long way from where you’d started at 8:30 pm. Because I’m a normal guy, I’d look for p0rn – not so much for wank fodder, but simply because I found it enjoyable to look at attractive, leather-clad, whip-wielding Mistress types (Sorry, Bitchy, but the thigh-booted, cruel Dominatrix look is still hot, no matter what you say about it). I’d also look for stories, and more importantly, web forums where I could read about people – real people – who were exploring their BDSM-ish natures, especially since this was not an outlet easily open to me in Lower Podunk.

Anyway, in surfing one evening, I ran across a link to a fairly new site that had mostly emails from men (and some women) about chastity devices; reviews of the several devices available at the time, tips on how to make home-made devices, and tales (some true, some not) of being locked in for various periods of time. Chastity aficionados will recognize this as the inimitable Altairboy pages; perhaps the oldest, and certainly the most famous of this genre. I read the stories on that website the way one might look with fascination while passing an automobile accident. To me, it was almost beyond comprehension; I’d spent most of my adult life trying to have as much sex as possible, and here were people – mostly men, but not all – who were not only being denied, but who enjoyed it.

Weird!

After an hour or two of reading, I left the site, and didn’t think much about it, until a year or so later I ran across it again. I couldn’t believe that dozens of new stories had been added, plus pictures, and even more tips on modifying home-built devices. I again scanned the site, and surfed on elsewhere.

But the seed had taken root.

A few months later I was back again. And then a few weeks later. And then I’d stop by weekly to see if there were any new posts. I began to find them arousing, in fact, and read a few of them more than once.

And then, it happened. If you had told me this a couple of years previously I’d have said that you were crazy, but it happened all the same: I began to wonder how it would be to be locked into a device. I began to imagine them in my head, how they would look, how they would fit, and how I would feel with someone – one of those stern, cruel, Mistress-y types, perhaps – holding the key.

The various online fetish shops were selling items that, while not good for long-term use, were probably okay for weekend play, maybe even a week. I looked at them. And looked at them. Looked at some more. And finally, after exchanging several emails with Joel, owner of The Stockroom, I actually bought one; the style that they used to call a Stallion Guard. It looks pretty cool, but the cage was a little bulky, and did not bend into the most comfortable position for long-term wear. Also, the leather strap that encircled the balls began to stretch to the point where I had to cut new slots in it in order to keep it from slipping off. Lesson learned: “fetish” wear does not necessarily mean “comfort” wear.

By this time the CB2000 had come to the market, and after looking at pictures for several months, I began to get an idea for a device that incorporated the cage with a more comfortable design, and one that could be worn for long periods. Oh, and security would be a big issue to overcome, but since I have a machine shop to putter around in, I felt confident that I could work out the details. So, I decided to build my own.

Banned in China!

The Edge of Vanilla is banned in China!

Oh, the humanity!

The Great Firewall of China

See if your blog (or some other website) is blocked in China.

Okay, not as useful as finding a new fetish shop or sex toy, but I haven’t posted anything all week…

(Thanks to Juggling Cats (who I found whilst perusing Sky Windows).)

Fetish Lore

No, this is not about the history of fetishes. I’m just taking a moment to mention that the cottage industry of kink that is otherwise known as Richard - the pansexual polyfetishist – apparently does not had enough to do with the dozen or so blogs and feed aggregates that he manages; so he has just begun a web message board:

Fetish Lore

The board is for the discussion of D/s, BDSM, kink and fetishes. He hopes to have it develop as a low-profile operation for the education of those who are new to the lifestyle, who have questions but might be embarrassed to post at some of the more heavily trafficked groups. There are discussion groups ranging from the psychology and philosophy of D/s, to practical tips on bondage, to chastity and orgasm denial, to… well, you’ll just have to see for yourself. I’ll be checking in regularly to answer questions on chastity and orgasm denial, and I expect that some other well-known blogsters will be dropping by, as well.

Richard and I have exchanged an email or three over the last couple of years, and I have always found him to be calm, serious, and not disposed to suffering those from the Church of the One True Way lightly. I suspect that there are a number of people who read the various blogs who have questions about these topics that won’t be answered on them. Discussion boards can be a great resource for those who are looking for some education and support, and I urge anyone who might be too shy to post on the Comments sections to drop by and check things out.

My own chastity story

Okay, I’ve got a story, of sorts. It’s not my usual Friday Fantasy because, well, it’s not fantasy. This goes back to when my wife and I were first experimenting with chastity play and orgasm denial.

I’ve mentioned that a few years ago my wife and I tried some chastity play for a while. It started off as “just for a couple of weeks,” and when a couple of weeks went by, we (and yes, it was a “we” decision, we’re not into any serious D/s) thought we’d go for a month. The month turned into two, then three and then six, and it ended up being almost 8 1/2 months of 24/7 wear in my CB3000. Although I was unlocked for sex periodically, I was not allowed to have an orgasm during that entire time. Since it was mostly her idea in the first place – we had been looking for a kink to experiment with and that seemed to grab her fancy – I went along with any decision she made about it, just so she could get comfortable with the idea.

At first, she unlocked me a couple of times a week to have sex, and then I would clean up and we would replace the cage. After a month or so, we invested in a good strap-on harness and a good silicone dildo, and my unlockings became less frequent, several times it being four, five, or six weeks running. She prefers penetration over oral, so the harness really worked well for her. When the time came for our agreement to end, we were in the middle of some marital differences, so we put away the toys for a bit. We thought about playing once in a while, but frankly, after 8 months, going for a couple of weeks just didn’t seem quite as exciting, so we didn’t bother with it for a while.

Anyway, about seven or eight months after we had ended the last session, my wife left for a trip to visit some family for a week. I stayed home because of work (and because I enjoy my alone time anyway). So after spending the first day masturbating a few times out of boredom, I dug out the CB3k, cleaned it off and locked it on myself. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for me to get used to it again, so I left it on for the rest of the week. When it came time to head to the airport to pick her up, I was going to remove it, but at the last minute decided to leave it on. I got the bags, we had dinner, and she didn’t discover it until we got home. She felt it against her leg, but didn’t say anything until later on when we went to bed. She then asked why I had put it on and how long I’d worn it (just for the hell of it, and all week). We talked and then made out for a few minutes, and that’s when I discovered something: she was wet. No, I don’t mean the moistness that women get when they’re aroused; I mean literally dripping down her legs with excitement.

I made love to her with my fingers and my mouth for a while, maybe 20 or 30 minutes, and then she asked me to put on the harness. I entered her, slowly at first, resting my weight on her and remembering how to angle myself for her pleasure. By this time I was rock-hard inside my cage, my balls were tight against the ring, everything straining to be free. I found my rhythm, and brought her to a tremendous climax literally within a minute. I slowed to give her time to breathe, and she indicated that I should keep going. As I continued my slow, deep thrusts, she began talking to me – something she rarely does during lovemaking – asking me how it felt to be locked up again, telling me that she missed me inside the device, and telling me how hot it made her to feel the dildo deep inside her with my hard cock inside the cage bumping into her ass. In no time at all she was coming again. And again. And again. It seemed that each time was more powerful than the last. Finally, I whispered in her ear that I didn’t want her to allow me to come that night, that I would stay locked up because it was obviously making her so hot, and she came so suddenly and so hard that she gave herself a headache. We relaxed for a few minutes and then went to sleep. Well, at least she did – I was awake for a while longer, trying to calm down.

We had things to do during the week, so we didn’t even get a chance to talk, let alone have a repeat of that first night. But finally the weekend came, and Friday night found us freshly showered and in bed, our bodies hot against each other. I reminded her that I hadn’t come in over two weeks, and in response, she placed my hand on her mound so I could again feel how wet she had become just thinking about my frustration that week. No oral tonight, she asked me to put the harness on right away, and we spent the next hour in some more serious lovemaking. Again, I noted how turned on she seemed to be, and she kept repeating that she was getting off more and more on the idea of having me locked up. And that’s when it started to come out; she whispered that she wanted to keep me locked up even longer than the last time, to not even let me out for a moment. Each time she mentioned it brought her to another climax, and by the end of the evening she was as worn out as I’d ever seen her. She went right to sleep from sheer exhaustion, while I lay awake for a while, not just from my own frustrated arousal, but also from this new development on her part. Was she really serious?

A few days later I began to get an idea of just how serious she was. We went to bed early one night, and began kissing and fondling each other, and she said that because she was tired, she only wanted me to take her with the dildo for five or ten minutes. So during our lovemaking, I asked her how serious she was about not letting me out and about going for longer than last time. Nine months? Ten? Perhaps a year? She started to respond that the idea of my agreeing to go for a year was so hot… and she climaxed right in the middle of her sentence! Oh yes, she was serious; she’d love to see me frustrated, to know that I’d be aroused and excited all the time just for her. Our “five or ten minutes” soon turned into 45, and again she fell asleep out of exhaustion. Needless to say, I was awake – again – for quite some time.

Fortunately, we managed to make time for each other a couple of days later, and I tried to keep our lovemaking slow and paced. I asked her how serious she was, and each time she kept responding that she wanted me to stay locked up for a long time. Then she asked the tough question: Did I want to know how long? I thought about it, and told her no, I didn’t want to know – I was willing to leave it completely at her discretion. Oh, how that sent her into a series of short, fast orgasms; and when she was done, she asked me to tell her again, to beg her to keep me locked up. Each time I told her that I didn’t want to come sent waves of pleasure through her like I’d never seen. She even suggested that we make a replica of my own cock, so that she’d never have a reason to allow me to be out, and I told her that we could check blowfish.com for something, since they had several that were very natural looking. She wondered how I’d feel about being “replaced”, and of course, I told her that as long as I was keeping her satisfied, it was good enough for me. Ah yes, that was the right answer, and she soon finished, exhausted and happy.

Needless to say, by the end of the week we had checked the Blowfish site and had decided on the Bent Realistic (medium) because it seemed to be the closest thing to my own natural shape and size. I spent the money for the expedited shipping, and soon found just how closely it resembled me – close enough to make her very excited and me very nervous. We couldn’t wait to try it out, though, and soon I was half proud and half jealous of this new addition. The large head stimulated her better than the dildo we had been using, and best – or maybe worst – of all, she kept saying how much it felt just like my own cock. I found that I could position it just a little lower on my hips, and before long my wife was whispering in my ear thoughts and fantasies of keeping me locked in the device for longer and longer periods, of not ever allowing me to come, of forever feeling my cage pressed against her ass while I filled her with my new silicone “friend”. And each time she whispered a new fantasy brought her another wave of pleasure, another climax, and another satisfied sigh.

We finished with her asking me to lay on my back so she could ride me. This is my favorite position because I enjoy watching her. As she pressed herself onto me, I felt the stirrings of a “release”, what I call it when my body is about to release its semen without an orgasm. I told her what was happening, and she paused and asked me to stop. It was very difficult because I’d gotten so completely turned on from pleasuring her, but I managed to hold on. When I was back in control, she told me that she didn’t even want me to release unless she gave me permission, perhaps once a month or so. She continued to move her hips on me, slowly, just enough to keep herself aroused, but not quite enough to come. She told me that she found herself even more excited this time around than the previous session, and while she couldn’t explain what the attraction was to her, it became obvious that she had developed a serious kink, perhaps even a fetish for this. As she worked herself into the last climax of the night, she confessed that the hottest thing in the world at the moment was knowing that I was caged, frustrated, and aroused just for her. She said that she was serious about not allowing me to come, and in fact, about not even allowing me out of the cage for at least six months and probably for a year, to a year and a half – right up until the summer. Could I handle it?

I don’t know.

Could I?

Could you?

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If you found this interesting, you might also be interested in some of my other real-life experiences which are listed in the True Tales page.