Tag: orgasm denial

cagedinchastity:

It was hard to believe at the end of our fun that she’d have me lock up once more. My cock, now more frustrated than before, felt ever so close to the precipice of another eager orgasm. Satisfied, she positioned herself over me for a quick tease.

Working away at me, she inched me close to the edge again and again. Each session she’s gotten better at reading my body language in reaction to every single stroke and caress. So many times I lose myself in desperate hope for a final stroke to push me beyond. I close my eyes and relax every muscle in preparation for impending release and each time… as I feel my flesh full to the brim, ready to explode… she stops!

I felt as if my brain was slowly being squeezed out through my rod. She’s gotten so stupidly good that she makes my mind turn to mush by the time she’s through with me.

Now that I had turned to putty in her hands, she guided my member through the base ring and announced I’d only have ten more strokes left until I’d be securely locked once more.

“Ten, nine…” I still couldn’t believe it as I felt the metal ring grasping me tight.

“… six, five.. . ” my dick began to throb against her grip in a futile attempt for more stimulation.

“… three, two…” there was no way it was already done.

“One!” she gladly proclaimed, letting my cock fall defeated to the side. It continued to bob up and down, begging for more attention. Lara reached for the cage body and began eagerly squeezing me in. The overwhelming sensation sent my palm tapping against the bed, signaling I was approaching orgasm once more.

She laughed as I edged from simply being locked back up. Allowing my near-climax to subside, Lara pushed me back into the metal device once more. Soon enough, I was caged in chastity again and blissfully defeated in denial. Thanking her for the amazing torture, we loitered around in bed for a little bit longer before happily skipping over to the living room to enjoy our nightly shows.

healthysexymarriage:

keephimcaged:

healthysexymarriage:

Break Him Carefully

Halfway there!  A month and a half ago, my amazing, sexy husband agreed to three months of constant tease and denial, without release.  Since then, almost every night, 7 nights a week (and sometimes in the morning, too!), we work together to make me cum as much as I want, then I edge him intensely, over and over again, to my heart’s content.  Sometimes we’re quick – half an hour and off to sleep.  Sometimes we linger – time flies when you’re having fun.  But the key is that we make time to do it every night, with only a few (very few!) missed nights.  I’ve never slept better in my life…

I adore this man.  He trusted his most intimate, primal, involuntary reflex to my care – knowing, full well, that I intended to break him.  I promised to reduce him to a sweaty, leaky, quivering, begging mess of a man.  I warned him that I planned to make it difficult – that I was going to truly challenge him, just to see how much he could handle – to prove, once and for all, that his body could physically endure so much more than his mind ever imagined.

When we started six weeks ago, we had an honest, open conversation about what was about to happen – what we were about to do.  We discussed our limits and set a safe word.  We agreed that if it ever stopped being fun, for either of us, we would stop.  During that conversation, he honestly admitted his doubt about two things:

First, he doubted we would make it this far.  He doubted my commitment to denying him.  His exact words, “There will be a night when things get so hot, you won’t be able to resist making me cum.  I know you.  You won’t make it three months, but it’s fun to try.”  My reply, “Challenge accepted!”  And so far, so good.  Sooo fucking good!  To my husband’s total amazement and slight alarm, I haven’t even ruined him.  Yet…

Second, he doubted I could truly break him.  Break his mind, that is (not his body!  I need that!).  When I promised to send him into the deepest, darkest, most desperate, mind-scrambling frenzy of lust he’s ever experienced, he honestly doubted that such a mindspace existed.  He knows how it feels to be relentlessly edged, teased and denied for days at a time.  He knows the beautiful frustration of being milked and ruined, over and over again.  He’s begged – literally begged – for orgasm before, and heard me say “No.”  He’s been there.  He survived those things without ever truly losing his mind, and he figured this would “just” be more of the same.  Three months of intense fun, but nothing truly new.

And… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right.  His doubt motivated me to find out.  It made me edge him harder.  It made me stop and let go, every time my instinct screamed at me “He’s a man!!  Make him cum!!”  It’s why I insist on playtime every night, no matter what’s happening in our daily lives or how tired I feel.  I wanted to know… to genuinely know… could I break him?  Is it even possible?

Well…

Last night, I’m proud to say, I finally… carefully… definitely broke him!

After six weeks of daily edging, teasing, and denial, we started off “routinely” enough.  We played and cuddled to warm up, then I tied his wrists to the headboard of our bed.  He is hypersensitive and leaking almost constantly now, so I mounted him very slowly and carefully, avoiding any motion that might resemble a thrust.  We kissed, and I took my time, just enjoying the sensation of him throbbing inside me.  Eventually I got my favorite toy and vibed myself to glorious climax on his denied cock.  A perfect start.

I retired to languish at his side in a blissfully relaxed haze, alternately vibing, tickling, and stroking his cock through a string of easy edges.  Easy for me, that is… My head resting on his chest, my hair spilling over his body, my leg hooked with his… It was so serene, I almost fell asleep.

I didn’t even notice the time.  I didn’t even notice when an hour slipped by.  And then two hours.  I was in a warm, post-orgasmic trance… perfectly comfortable… watching his beautiful, raging cock strain so sweetly in my hands… lost in my own little world of loving him… It was just so easy.  And, as nonsensical and silly as it sounds, I loved him for it.  I loved that he found me so beautiful, so irresistible, that he couldn’t stop himself from edging for me.  It made me feel like the most amazing woman in the world.

So I almost didn’t notice when his grunts faded, and the quivers started.  He startled me with a raspy, crackling whisper, “Baby, please… Pleeease!…”

It was the most earnest plea I’d ever heard in my life.  Something in his tone, beyond the words alone… a moment purely between us, when all facades crumble.  He was breaking.  Finally breaking.  This is how it starts…

I immediately perked up.  I needed to see his face, to confirm it for myself.  Yup… he was gone.  His eyes were open, but there was no mind behind them.  His lips were moving, but only a few airy words slipped out.  A lot of “please” and “fuck” and sometimes my name, over and over again.  My heart swelled with happiness for him.  I didn’t say a word – I didn’t want to interrupt his journey.  I just kept lightly gliding my fingers along his cock… carefully, invisibly guiding him through space… knowing that he needed me… that he could never do this to himself.  Weeks of hard work (for both of us!) was finally paying off…

No way I was going to let this moment end any time soon.  I completely forgot how tired I was, or how late it was.  I kept going… carefully… lightly… soft touches ONLY – because just one firm, hard stroke probably would have ended it.  At one point, when he was sweating, quivering, and babbling, I offered him a chance.  I whispered, “Remember, we have a safe word.”  That’s the only time I “broke character.”  I’m sure he heard me; I’m sure he understood.  He didn’t say anything, though.  He just kept begging, “Please… please…

He wanted to stay.  So I made him stay.

He wanted to be broken.  So I broke him.

He said it was the best night of his life.  I believe it.  And we have another six weeks to go…

I was just wondering how these guys were getting along with their 3 month challenge. This is incredible, thank you so much for sharing, sounds fabulous!!! I hope we can experience that too!

I guess my only hesitation is it doesn’t sound like anything’s ‘breaking’. Traditionally breaking is a pretty aggressive BDSM term for taking away a sub’s will through various means.
What you describe is much more like what we’d call ‘subspace’ which is a semi-euphoric state of bliss brought about by an intense experience and connection with someone.
I’m going to go even further and coin a term of ‘edgespace’. Much nicer than ‘breaking’ don’t you think? 🙂
Apart from that though, amazing, love you guys!!! I want to give this experience to hubby now! lol

You’re right, I’m probably not using the term “breaking” according to its usual definition within the art of BDSM, since tbh, I’m not really up on all the special terms.  “Subspace” and “edgespace” both sound right.  To us, “breaking” meant total disconnection from oneself – a state where the thinking, conscious mind no longer controls the body – his mind must merely watch, while *I* control his body.

To us, the “break” is that oh-so-difficult-to-achieve separation of mind from body – the gap, if you will.  Not just la petite mort (the reflexive moment of climax, when we lose control of our muscles and make such beautiful involuntary faces)… something more.

My husband described it as, “I couldn’t move; I couldn’t think… even if I wanted to.  I was gliding, and you were the wind.  Only you could hold me up.  Only you could bring me down.” (he likes airplanes)  One of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard!

*hearts* *hearts*

I just thought I’d reblog this as it remains one of my unfulfilled goals for hubby (let’s see if we can manage it this Christmas holidays!)

Threats are hot

You need to understand this, as they’re a really fun part of playing and they will LOVE it if you figure this out.

Make threats, threaten to lock their cock up if they cum, or if they ruin or if they don’t make you cum enough or whatever excuse you can find!

You don’t have to then carry out the threat!

This is the key thing, it’s just part of the game, part of the role play, part of the tease. If they get all disappointed because you don’t carry out a threat later on tell them to stop being an idiot and you said it turn them on, and you’ll do whatever you want because their cock is locked up and it’s your prerogative to change your mind whenever you want! OKAY?

However, having said that, of course you can carry it out if you want to, and sometimes it’s good to so the others have more weight when you say it.

So for example, the one I do this most often with is making him eat his cum. It’s not really a turn on for me but I often say he can have a ruin or cum if he eats it – and if I ALWAYS let him off that then it loses all its power. So maybe one in three I make him. (Heck, he expects me to swallow EVERY time!)

Also, keep the threats believable – there’s no point saying something that you’d NEVER do ‘If you cum I’ll never let you out of the cage again) because it loses all its power again, and it having power is what makes it exciting. So make them challenging but believable.

The final use of threats is to secretly give him something he wants by making it a threat. So you can use it to test things you think they might like but won’t admit. Such as longer lock ups, cum eating, butt plugging, bottom licking, pegging.

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So start using some kinky threats to make your teasing even hotter.

Some of my favourite threats are:

‘If you cum before I say you can I’m going to ruin it and make you eat it all’

‘If you cum tonight you’ll be locked up for the next (week, two weeks, month)’

‘If you don’t get hard in the next minute I’m going to lock you back up’

The fun reverse scenario with this is make HIM say things that are just a hot fantasy. So lying next to him, on the edge and you say to him ‘Tell me to lock you up till Christmas’ kind of thing. ‘Tell me why you deserve to be locked up’. It’s all very hot, for you both. And again, you don’t have to do it!  

ticklerscott:

itsticklishme23:

onedeadpoet:

This is how I like to watch movies you pick out. Then give you detailed questions about the story. Two lashes with my belt for each wrong answer, baby girl, so I suggest at least trying to keep your eyes open.

REBLOGGING FOR THAT CAPTION OMF

This is why I always go down and stay down.
God I love to eat pussy

faontk:

Make the Chastity Cage Key Inaccessible

There are many ways to make the key inaccessible or difficult to retrieve while you’re locked up. A keyholder taking possession is one option but there are many others, whether playing solo or with a partner.

  1. Hide the key in a public place that is not accessible 24/7 : eg: under the corner of a carpet in a public library, or somewhere in a shopping mall. The more restrictive the opening hours and further from the normal places you visit the more awkward it will be to retrieve.
  2. Bury the key in the grounds of a rest stop some distance from home.
  3. Put the key in a box and bury it in the garden. The bigger and deeper the hole, the more difficult it will be to retrieve it.
  4. Go for a walk in the country some distance from the nearest road and hide the key container in a tree, bury near a fence post, the country option can make it really awkward to retrieve if it’s dark, wet, …
  5. Seal the key into a glass bottle by melting the neck together the bottle will have to be broken to access it, a small bottle also makes a good container to bury the key somewhere.
  6. Hide the key in a secure/awkward location where you work.
  7. Visit a friend/relative and hide the key in their house/garden [unknown to them].
  8. Any of the above can be done locally, or at a location you only visit once or twice a month, or some great distance from home.
  9. Put the key on a ring and ask a friend/relative to look after it. [you can add a couple of other keys to the ring and just say it’s your spare house or car keys – doesn’t have to be the actual house key]. This option is a long term one as it limits you to the number of times you can use the excuse of loosing your key / locking yourself out!

Some… interesting ideas there, but it misses a really obvious one (that’s much easier than ‘melting a glass bottle’, WHAT?!!! Not unless you have a glass kiln! Glass melts at about 1,000 degrees Celsius!)

Put the key in an empty can or glass jar or even glass bottle (no lid though) and fill it with water and freeze it!

You can’t instantly get to the key, which is the whole point of all of these, and the glass options stop you attempting to smash it at all.

Love the last one though, putting it on a bunch of keys. Perfect if you have a really hot neighbour lol ‘I like to leave a spare set of keys with a neighbour for emergencies, is that okay?’

If you’re really brave add a key fob with your name and then ‘keephimcaged.tumblr.com’ on it

laotk:

Sexual Frustration

The sexual frustration that comes from losing control of your cock is the result of being kept in a prolonged state of intense sexual arousal. This can come in the form of a single night’s cock stroking to the tease and denial games of a masturbatrix… or a series of sessions spanning days or even weeks of long term orgasm denial that may include regular cock stroking with no release, or no masturbation at all – forced male chastity.

The objective is to tease and manipulate the slave to the very edge of orgasm and ride it for as long as the masturbatrix decides… hovering in that intensely sensitive, euphoric state a man enters just before he cums, and enjoying it far longer than one would if the act of masturbation. 

Relief can only come with an orgasm, and denial of that will end in nothing but pain in the form of what’s commonly known as “blue balls”. 

Another possible ending other than blue balls is what’s called a “ruined orgasm”, where the man is allowed to cum but as the orgasm arrives – absolutely no touching – and thus robbing him of the full enjoyment of his climax, leaving him feeling finished, but unfulfilled… and since he didn’t really get what he wanted – also left feeling very submissive and used.

So, I’m not a dominatrix, I’m never going to be. I’m loving being switchy with hubby and how the cock cage makes me feel empowered and sexy, however taking control all the time just ain’t my thing. 

But there’s a word in here that I totally LOVE:

Masturbatrix

That’s SO hot, that’s totally what I’ve become! My hubby, who used to masturbate quite a lot before we discovered chastity play, now NEVER does, I am in control of it all (unless he’s doing it for me of course). And I’m adoring spending long evenings stroking him and then usually denying him or perhaps ruining him.

Damn, I’ve become a Masturbatrix! And I love it!

offthewallcouple:

He was thick, and long, and smooth… you know, unlike you.

~#OffTheWallCouple

OMG ‘bitch nights’ that does sound fun!

porn-gifs:

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Jenny would always inspect Sara as soon as she got home, just to check she was still wet enough.