The vast majority of my releases in the past three months have from her singular focus on my magic spot. But I’ve felt her tongue on my frenum only twice since April, when she gave me my first two orgasms in chastity. Her sensuous lips and tongue hungrily devoured my tingling flesh which bulged through the bars of my cage. I would adore feeling her tongue on me while unconfined.
But I only get to feel her fingerprints sliding over my skin. She knows edging me is a treat for me. I’m a good boy, and am grateful for the mindless trance she gives me. I’ve surprised her by spilling over in chastity, pouring out while flaccid, and from the gentlest of rubbing. She pauses frequently to let me soar like a bird, circling on thermals. I hang on the edge and I let go completely.
She cherishes me. Today she told me how much she loves my succulent earlobes and tender nipples. I’m kept always wanting and dripping for her. She wants to keep me like this indefinitely.
Permanent orgasm control and masturbation denial is no longer in the future. It’s my present. I’ve not made a vow, but I’m no longer waiting. I live it daily. I don’t need a chastity device, I just need her expressions of joy to own such a sweet and gentle boy, who is easy to please and fun to play with. She teases me daily, and edges me when she’s feeling generous. Orgasms are never expected, and most are slow and gentle now.
I don’t call them ruined. Perhaps in the past I would have. I’m rarely 100% completely ruined. It’s not a binary thing. There’s a continuum.