Day 45

Well, I won't be doing that again!  After a day with my foreskin pulled back I removed the cage for washing (as usual) and it had swollen up!  The foreskin, not the cage.  The underside looked like it had a fat lip from some inter-cock boxing match.  And was it sore!  I think I'll put up with the difficulty with peeing rather than go through that again.  It also meant I didn't wear the cage last night as my cock refused to get small enough.  Here's a couple of shots I took just before and after my shower.

[WARNING:  It isn't very nice]

Before cage removal

After the shower

Happy to say that everything had returned to normal by the next morning although it's still a bit tender.  Decided to leave the cage off for the day for comforts sake.

And the day hasn't been much of a challenge.  I wore my pretty pink panties and watched some porn (a bunch of guys masturbating another guy who was tied up, stopping before he could come...about 10 times) but otherwise was busy about the house being a little housewife.

Day 44

Have found an excellent Chastity Forum (the link is to the right).  Not only does it contain mature and considered discussions of various chastity issues but the level of literacy is extremely high.  I spent quite a while reading through old posts before joining and hope to comment soon with a few questions of my own.  The sense of community is very strong within the group so I'm hoping for helpful replies.

An interesting topic has been about telling a mutual friend about the situation.  The discussion ended up being about whether this was 'hot or not'.  Having thought about it, I think it's hot for me.  This is probably the need for humiliation but, whatever, it would be exciting if someone else knew about it.  Given that A is the only person who knows, makes this somewhat difficult to achieve.

Another idea some couples have I'm sure A would love.  It's an orgasm ratio.  The woman sets a number (say 10:1) meaning the man maybe gets an orgasm after the woman has ten.  Of course this can be changed by the woman at any time and multiple orgasms are still counted as one.

A similar system involves black and white marbles (or counters of some sort).  After a period of chastity, the man draws a marble (or counter) from a drawstring bag.  If it is white then he gets to orgasm, if it's black then the chastity period continues for a specified time.  After each drawing another black marble is added to the bag so the chances of an orgasm are reduced for each drawing.  Brilliantly devilish if you ask me.

This made me wonder how I'd feel if A decided, after 90 days, that I should go for longer.  Perhaps we could play with the marble idea.  Be ready for release and then draw a marble which would determine whether I could orgasm or not.  It's just a thought!  I'm not even halfway yet (tomorrow) and have no idea how I'll feel at full time.

I was experimenting with the new camera last night as well as pulling back my foreskin while in the cage.  Here's the result.

The head is as tender as it looks!  But it does make it easier to go to the loo and feels cleaner.  Lots of lube is the answer.

Day 43

Cage back on...relief all round...of a sort.

The trouble with not wearing a chastity device is how tempting it is to just grab it and squeeze it.  While this is generally quite harmless (and feels very nice) it can be a bit dangerous when trying to maintain one's chastity.  It also takes away the inherent control over your body.

I need to apologise to A for not taking a photograph of the chastity device at the Museum of Sex. I just didn't think of it!  I have no idea why.  It's normally what I would do.  Perhaps I was too much in awe.

I have been messaging with a guy who is trying to get his wife to control his orgasms.  When he heard about my 70 and now 90 days, he wanted to know if I had any ideas about how to convince his wife.  They don't seem to talk very openly about sex and she has a low sex drive.  Still, he's being very submissive to her and not letting her do anything.

Then, the other day, he had a breakthrough.  For reasons I won't go into, they started to discuss her needs -v- his, giving him an ideal opportunity to try and explain why he wanted her to control his orgasms.  I'm hoping it will lead to bigger and better things for him but, as we discussed, it's baby steps first.

Day 42

I spent a rather disturbed six hours on the plane from New York.  I found that every time I drifted off to sleep, I'd start dreaming about sex which would give me an erection which would wake me up again.  Very annoying.

I eventually managed to get some sleep when I began thinking of giving A a massage.  I used to give K massages because she had a bad back and I was pretty good at it (if I do say so myself and she never complained).  In my thoughts A enjoyed it as well.

Tomorrow sees the beginning of a possible three weeks with the cage on.  This will be the longest I have worn it.  Given the way I feel at the moment, this can only be a good thing.

Day 40 [cont]

I ventured from my cool hotel room to go and visit the Museum of Sex, on 5th Avenue and I'm very glad I did!  An amazing place.  Not just for the exhibits (which are amazing in themselves) but also for the people watching.  I really wanted to buy A something but there wasn't anything I could sneak home in my bag for her.  Still, I thought of her while looking at the steel dildos and glass rabbits.

The first thing you see at the MoS is a big, bright boutique style shop front.  It's all very light and could be any kind of exclusive 5th Avenue store.  After buying a ticket at the desk, you are ushered into the back area where it all becomes a lot darker.

The first floor has lots of video screens dotted around the walls with explanation cards (like in any museum) explaining what, why and when.  In the centre of the room are large tables with flat screen TVs in them showing constant porn.  The room is very dark and the other visitors (and there were quite a few) are all a bit shadowy.  This all goes a long way to keeping it all a bit seedy.

In the second room, I was reading one of the information boards which was explaining early gay porn when I heard a woman beside me say "My God!"  I looked down.  On the huge table in front of me was an extreme close up of a guy sucking a massive cock.  Slowly. 

I looked at the woman and smiled, saying it was very big.  I meant the screen rather than the cock but she thought I meant the latter and agreed, saying "I'd like to get me some of that!"  I laughed and she wandered off.

Most of the people were in groups and I noticed an older white woman with her hand firmly around the arm of a younger black guy.  They were clearly pleased with a lot of the exhibits.  There was also a fair few groups of just females.

The visitor is then ushered to the 3rd floor where there is a very bright display of animals engaging in all manner of sexual practices including lesbian monkeys, masturbating turtles and a three way antelope session.  All quite disconcerting.  Boards proclaim that monogamy is not the norm n the animal kingdom - I thought A would like that!

The 2nd floor has a lot of devices, including two life-like sex dolls.  They are behind glass but there are two holes cut at the appropriate places for the visitor to have a fondle.  I have to say that the cock felt real and very hard.  The woman felt like rubber and wasn't nearly as good.

Also in this section was a fantastic male chastity belt from the 1800s.  It looked more like a torture device and I really, really wanted to try it!

The final section is cartoons and comics.  In front of a screen showing Japanese Manga, a group of four girls were sat giggling as I walked by.  One of them pointed a camera at me and asked if I'd take their picture while they were watching the cartoon.  I stepped back and lined the shot up, asking if they were ready.  One said "Wait for a cock!  In a second...NOW!" and I took it for them.  They then went into another fit of the giggles.

So, what an unexpected surprise!  I recommend the New York Museum of Sex to anyone wanted a rather odd museum experience.

Day 40

I know I've missed a few days but I've been in New York and it's been very difficult to post blog entries.  However, I find myself alone in my hotel room for a bit, the aircon up to full blast, naked and chilling.

I've had a few sexy dreams, waking with a raging hard on, but really, playing the tourist has meant sex has not really reared it's ugly head very much.  The ridiculous heat at the moment has also managed to stay any impulses somewhat.

I'm back in the UK soon and will post more regularly.  Suffice to say that, at day 40, my cock is hard but my semen remains intact.

Day 35

I had a rather sexy dream last night.  It was clearly the result of the last few days of inaction.  A number of the elements were taken directly from an email I had from A last week.

In the dream I was going to a concert with A.  On the way, she parked her car and, after a bit of prompting from me, removed her jeans and underwear and put on a summery dress.  She let me play with her a bit in order to ‘warm her up’ for the concert.

We were standing near the back of a small concert hall along with lots of others (mostly men).  As the band played and we moved to the music, I made sure that my hand strayed to her bottom as often as possible, surreptitiously lifting the dress just enough for anyone standing behind to see her gorgeous bare behind.  This was very effective when it came time to applaud as I lifted my hand from behind her, lifting the hem very high.

During the break a couple of guys started talking to us about the support act, their eyes on A rather than me.  They commented on how we seemed to be enjoying the music.  One of them was flirting with A, saying how sexy she looked in the dress.  A enjoyed all the attention. 

The two guys stayed near us for the main band and I made sure they enjoyed the view from behind us.  When the set finished, they asked us if we were up for some fun.  We said yes.  They suggested a dogging site just outside town, winking.  A smiled and we all left for our cars.

We reached the site very quickly (as you do in dreams) and the two guys came over to the car.  A moved into the back seat with them both while I watched from the front. 

The dress didn’t last long and the three of them were soon pawing each other, groping and kissing.  There followed an orgy of car sex with A taking them both on, enjoying their (big, of course) cocks and both of them enjoying her body completely.

At this point there came a knock on my window and a woman opened the door, reached in and put her hand between my legs.  She thought I was very hard but, of course, it was the cage she was feeling.  I tried to explain as I pushed her away.  She just laughed.  A guy came up behind her and started molesting her in front of me.

It was at this point that I woke up, straining at the cage and in need of some relief.  Naturally, I didn’t get any.


I found this photo today and find it strangely exciting.  If only I wasn't so hairy!

It looks so cute and harmless.

In the afternoon I found a delightful video featuring a wife visiting a glory hole with her husband who, quite generously, filmed it all.  She sucked eight to completion on the video (it was edited for the boring bits though a few guys came very quickly anyway) and seemed to enjoy all of them.

As well as being a real turn on, it reminded me of the night I spent three hours in a glory hole booth in Sydney.  I can't remember how many I sucked that night but I do remember enjoying it a lot.  It was an odd night because I had left a pimps and prostitutes party (I was a prostitute) drunk, having already sucked a few cocks and ended up at this gay video place where I sucked some more.  I was such a slut in those days.

I may tell about my adventures as a school girl slut one day...as the frustration gets worse.