The stealth ruined orgasm...

As you probably know, since I posted about it not more than a couple of days ago, my last orgasm was kind of ruined but not ruined enough to be classed as a ruined orgasm. There was a definite refractory period that you don't get with a proper ruined orgasm, and yet... four days on and this evening I was surprisingly desperate to cum. Granted there were some mitigating factors, for example, having lost three pounds this week (total to date: 33.5lbs) and losing half a pound of new weight I was permitted to choose a treat.
Despite having been allowed the same treat a few days ago, but not at my choosing, it didn't take much thinking about to request being allowed to tongue Mistress R's gorgeous asshole again, so that will have increased the pressure for sure. And Mistress's exceptionally frustrating hand job certainly helped too of course... but I still think that semi-ruined orgasm was maybe more ruined than I thought. A stealth ruined orgasm if you will, since despite the definite but rather less pleasurable than it should have been climax, and the ensuing refractory period, it seems almost as if I was granted no relief whatsoever.
Perhaps Mistress R is better at this than she gives herself credit for? Because by the end of tonight's teasing I was humping the air in frustration, and feeling truly desperate to cum, far more desperate than a man who's only carrying a four day load should be at any rate. Needless to say, Mistress R enjoyed a lovely orgasm on my tongue all the same, taking her to a grand total of 340 since records began.
Still, thanks to Mistress Marie, there could be some possible relief on the horizon, Mistress R rather liked her suggestion that to get over her worries about ruining orgasms she should sometimes offer me the choice of whether to be ruined or left completely denied. Though whether that will actually offer any relief or whether it will just lead to more frustration is up for debate. Not that I'm complaining of course. Granted when I was humping the air and Mistress R's fingertips earlier this evening I was going crazy and wishing that I was just allowed to beg to be allowed to cum, at least then I would have some chance... maybe she would offer me some kind of deal or something? Probably not of course, but it would be nice to have that tiny sliver of hope.
Mind you, of course there's a part of me that much prefers to be kept denied, or wishes that Mistress R would ruin every orgasm she grants me, because as much as I desperately want to cum, I also want her to be mean to me and keep me in this state of constant frustration. I rather liked the comment left by an anonymous reader who suggested taking a week to repeatedly ruin me over and over so that Mistress could get used to doing it, in fact I liked that idea a lot!
Unfortunately, it's not for me to decide of course, Mistress R and Mistress R alone decides when, how and indeed if I am allowed to cum. And despite everything I may have written which suggests anything to the contrary, that's exactly how I like it. Sure I lay there fantasizing about exploding over just about every part of her gorgeous body, even though I know that anything other than cumming inside her or cumming by her hand is a rare treat indeed. I mean just check out my orgasm page, how long is it since I came in her mouth or on her feet? And how long was it since the last time?
But even tonight, even though I was riven with frustration, it was so hot that Mistress was unmoved, or more accurately I sensed it rather amused her to watch me writhe beneath her, so fucking desperate and so helpless to do anything about it. And that's why I'll probably wake up tomorrow morning, as I did this morning, with a rock hard, aching cock, leaking precum like there's no tomorrow. And I love it.

Third weigh-in...

So last night was my third weigh-in at Slimming World, actually my fourth but I seem not to have counted the initial visit, so anyway... I lost another 2.5lbs (making 10.5lbs in total) and therefore qualified to choose something from the sex toy drawer again. I had been mulling over several ideas and I could quite happily have chosen the glass dildo again, but in the spirit of trying to keep this interesting I chose the cock whip instead.*
We were quite late to bed last night, and Mistress decided that she would wait until tonight for her pussy worship, but she wanted to tease me and whip my cock before we went to sleep...and so that's what happened. Mistress started off very soft with the whip, I had suggested that she could use it on my inner thighs but she only hit them very gently. In contrast she pulled my cock tight with one hand and hit the head repeatedly with the whip about six or seven times, that was intense but I really enjoyed it, I'd like her to use the whip a lot harder on my thighs next time though.
Needless to say I wasn't allowed to cum, instead I was left rock hard, with pre-cum dripping from my cock. Perfection.
:)
In about 45 minutes I will be tasting my beautiful Mistress's gorgeous pussy again, I can't wait!

*I make no promises for next week when ass licking will be back on the menu!

So damned good...

Our week off is drawing to a close and we've done a lot of cool things, we've been to St Paul's Cathedral, we've been to a stately home, we've been to the seaside and we've been to look at rings for Mistress R' and I's 20th wedding anniversary. But easily the best moment of this holiday came this morning when I made Mistress R cum for the first time since Tuesday. That's the longest we've gone for ages without there being a good reason and it felt like forever. Mistress's pussy tasted so good and she liked the story that I wrote for her too!
Afterwards Mistress teased, slapped and sucked my cock for a good while. She pumped it pretty hard too but I never got to the edge, although I did notice a goodly drip of pre-cum on the tip of my cock when I got out of bed. That was quite surprising considering today is the thirty days since my last full orgasm. It felt fantastic and afterwards I held her tight and kissed her so good. That was a long six days, I can tell you, and it'll be a cold day in Hell before I pass up my teasing again in a hurry!

Since we've been rushing about all week, Mistress and I have been taking it easy today, we've just finished a couple of Blue Hawaiian's (1 part cream, 1 part coconut rum, 1 part blue curacao, 2 parts pineapple juice over lots of crushed ice)  while catching up on season eight of 'The Batchelorette' on the internet. The weather is crazy here today, one minute it's hot, the next it's raining cats and dogs. Just one more day of holiday left and I made Mistress promise me that I would be allowed to worship her gorgeous pussy tomorrow. She seemed quite keen, maybe I'll write her another story tonight! 

Morning wood...

I woke up throbbing this morning, it's twenty two days since my last proper orgasm and there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my cock. I woke up to see my beautiful Mistress still fast asleep and I imagined kissing her awake and then sliding down her warm, smooth body and burying my head between her legs.
Sadly I had to get up and go to work, while Mistress got to lie in...at least I know that I'll be getting to taste her beautiful pussy later on tonight, and then we'll both be on holiday for a week.
My balls feel huge right now, I'd love to be allowed to cum, but at the same time I want to hold on to this wonderful feeling of denial. It's a good thing Mistress decides when I get to cum, if it was up to me I would be finding it extremely hard to resist right now.

Bursting at bedtime...

So, not for the first time on a Saturday night, I retired to bed at about 11:30pm, while Mistress R stayed up drinking wine and reading her book. When I got to bed I picked up the the home-made book on my bedside table, consisting of stories I had printed out from Literotica. The story I was reading last night is called 'Teased and Denied' by Big House Lover and you can read it 'here'. I read this for maybe half an hour and then turned out the light.
At around 1:30pm I heard Mistress R coming to bed and I turned over and and hugged her, running my hands over her back and down her ass and the backs of her thighs as my cock quickly got rock-solid hard against her stomach. It was perfect, blissful torture. I wanted her to touch it so fucking bad, but at the same time I knew that if she did it would be just seconds before I had to warn her off, I felt like I was going to explode!
We stayed like this for quite a while, my cock just throbbing away... as I fantasized that she had me lay on my back and told me that she would run her finger gently up and down my cock twenty times, and that if I really was as close as I claimed I would be able (and allowed) to cum. But no matter what happened, all she would do would be to gently stroke my cock twenty times with just one finger. So, if I didn't start to cum until the last cycle, then it would just have to be completely ruined...
As you can probably imagine, this just made me even harder, and I desperately wanted to slide down her body and taste her pussy, I would have willingly begged to worship her pussy and ass, even just to kiss them a while....
I was brought back to reality as she kissed me goodnight and turned over and I snuggled closer, spooning her with my impossibly hard cock pressed against her ass. This was even worse and I heard myself let out a small groan as I imagined my beautiful Mistress lying on her side while I held her ass cheeks open and tongued her puckered hole, my cock leaking precum as she continued to deny it stimulation...
Finally I realised that I had to pull away from her now or just the sensation of my cock pressed against her might just push me over the edge. I turned over and tried to go to sleep, fighting the urge to curl my fingers around my pulsing cock. I just about managed it although as I drifted off I felt my finger brush against it and was quite shocked at how hard it still felt.
I can't believe that I haven't touched my cock for five weeks now, it's getting harder and harder to resist, especially when Mistress R is making me ache so badly, just by being so fucking sexy. Damn, this would be so much easier if my wife was ugly, hahaha. Now that our Femdom session has been put back until next weekend, I really wonder if I am going to be able to last another week without caving in to temptation.
I'm also convinced that not touching my cock myself is making it much more intense when Mistress R decides to touch it. We're only on day 20 right now, but on Friday night she left me a quivering wreck and even commented to me yesterday how desperate I was... what I find completely awesome about that is that I know that a year ago, or maybe even less than that, she would have seen how desperate I was and finished me off, but not now...
Time and again I've read comments on blogs like that, where the woman starts out hesitant and unsure, having to fight against her natural urge to please her lover (in the accepted manner) and I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that that feeling you get when you no longer have to worry that she's going to give in just because she can see how much you need... want it, is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
I'm also becoming more and more convinced that actually, for me, day twenty isn't nearly as big a deal as eighteen orgasms in nine months. Since we've had no breaks since we started, and no close groupings of orgasms to really put me back to square one, I am sure there is a definite cumulative effect. But either way I'm loving it, and hard as it is when my cock is throbbing and aching for orgasm, like almost all of you who have voted in my poll so far, despite the initial 'weirdness' and the whole getting your wife on board thing, I can think of almost nothing negative to say about my experience of male chastity so far...

A change of plan...

Mistress R announced earlier that her period may be on the way a week early, so the Femdom session looks like it's going to be put back until next weekend. On the upside, Mistress R had me worship her beautiful pussy tonight and then treated me to some very lovely teasing, which left me positively aching to cum. Indeed, when my cock finally softened and I got out of bed I noticed a single bead of pre-cum dripping down the head of my cock, needless to say I scooped it up on my finger and licked it clean...

I can't quite believe this but...

Last night Mistress R and I went to spend the evening with friends and had a great evening playing board games and then stayed overnight after a very late last drink. We both woke up about 7:30am (having enjoyed almost four whole hours of sleep), we were both very tired but also feeling very happy and I happened to mention to Mistress R that I was very hard. She looked so hot in just one of my T-shirts and her black knickers, I would have loved to have dived between her legs and given her another orgasm... but the bed was so fucking squeaky, so Mistress settled for teasing me instead. I can't quite believe that I only came yesterday, the drop off is like 'zero', and after a couple of minutes I was leaking pre-cum. I didn't actually realise that myself until she'd stopped, but I knew it felt bloody amazing! It was only when she'd got up and gone to the bathroom that I felt something wet on the back of my hand and realised that there was a massive amount of precum coating the head of my cock, and now the sheet (sorry about that friends!). I'm sure I never used to generate much in the way of precum, but I certainly am now, and just one day after a huge and very intense orgasm!
I can't quite work out why the drop off is so slight, but still, it doesn't matter, I love that I'm horny again straight away, and I'm massively looking forward to giving Mistress R another couple of orgasms before the year is out. Lovely...