Tom Allen’s Chastity Blog

There’s a certain irony in that for the last year and a half that I’ve been blogging, the search engine hits on my blog that query for “chastity” or “orgasm denial” far outnumber the others by a wide margin, despite the fact that for the last year and a half I’ve hardly worn the chastity device for more than a few days, and any orgasm denial we’ve practiced have been incidental to the fact that we’ve hardly had any intercourse – partly as a result from several infections that I’ve gotten from trying to wear the device for more than a few days.

There’s another irony in that personally, I don’t particularly care for chastity blogs, or at least, what I’ve seen pass for chastity blogs. I mean, sure, it’s interesting – even hot – at first.

Day 1 – Mistress locked me into my CB. She’s now telling me when I’m going to be unlocked. I’m so excited!

Day 3 – I’m still locked. It’s been two days without coming. I dont’ know how long I can last!

Day 6 – Still locked. It’s been almost a week – I’ve never gone this long without coming before, I’m going crazy!

( . . . )

Day 10 – Still locked. No orgasms for me yet.

Day 16 – Still locked. I wonder if she lost the key.

( . . . )

Day 23 – Nope, didn’t get to come yet. Changed the batteries in the TV remote.

And this is not to disparage anyone’s experience in orgasm denial, certainly. After all, going without something as basic and pleasurable as an orgasm for a length of time is not easy, even for those of us with some practice. It’s just that, as with so many kinds of experiences, it is very interesting and intense only to those who are in the middle of it. Those of us watching from the sidelines are moderately interested, but at some point it just becomes boring. Hell, anyone can not have an orgasm, you know? Truth be told, a few years ago I tried keeping a journal, but after a few months it just seemed pointless.

What is more interesting, at least to me, is not the scorekeeping of how many days/ weeks/ months it’s been since being locked up or having a release or an orgasm, but what’s going on mentally, physically, and emotionally as you deal with things ranging from the mundane (how your is body adjusting to the device, how you are able to function with regard to hygiene, using toilets, wearing different types of clothing) to the more cerebral (does not coming make you think differently about sexuality, how you manage to cope with the denial) to the transformational (balancing the frustration of denial with the pleasure of pleasing one’s partner, coping with the long term effects, discovering emotional changes and reactions). I mean, the number of days can sound impressive, but at some point the numbers don’t mean anything; when Mrs. Edge and I first tried it out, we (and I say “we” because it involved the both of us) kept extending and extending the denial until it passed eight months. Much later we agreed that at some point it would become, well, pointless to treat it as a record to beat. After eight months, where do you go – a year? Two? No, at some point the numbers simply become statistics, but the stories of the emotional challenges are always different for each person.

That’s the kind of journal that I want to keep, because I think that nobody else is really interested in how many days I can wear a hunk of plastic; but I do think that some people might be interested in how I’m feeling after, say, several weeks of wearing a hunk of plastic, and then seeing how I compare those feelings after another period of time – if, indeed, there is another period of time, since the fact is that I have no idea how long it’s going to be. And that, in itself, is an interesting story, isn’t it?