Day 96

Another day of runny nose and awful cough, although I feel much better than yesterday and would gladly have had an orgasm.  I found A's comment yesterday oddly exciting.  I thought about it as a ruined orgasm which should not be exciting but somehow, at this stage, is.

Today I did feel the odd twinge of excitement at various times.  Most notably in Starbucks where I had a great view of a woman's pants as she sat reading and the view of a jogger in an all in one running outfit, while walking in the park.  I must be feeling better if my perv radar is working properly!

Day 95

I am so glad that today is not my release day.  I am full of cold and feel completely rotten.  It would have been a total waste of an orgasm.

It has just occurred to me that I will be over 100 days when I finally do come.

Day 93

Talk about missed opportunities!  Last night, sitting in a beer garden, I was talking with a group of friends, B sitting (very closely) next to me.  I mentioned I would be staying in town at the flat and B asked "Can I stay with you?" in a sort of half jokey plaintive way.  I'm fairly sure she would have done had I said "yes".  Damn it!

I guess I could have used it as a test of my self control.  I was slightly drunk so could have used that as an excuse.  Trouble is it would have felt a bit weird using the flat (plus it was a mess).  The biggest problem is that I would love to have a night of sex with B.  Oh well, I guess that's that then.

And so, I sat in the flat, naked and miserable, looking out the window when a couple started making out.  She was wearing black bra and pants, he had a suit on.  It was like watching a movie.

I was thoroughly enjoying it.  Then, annoyingly, the people in the flat above me who were having a party, started yelling and yahooing.  The couple looked up, across the road and separated. She didn't seem too bothered but the guy looked a bit annoyed as he turned the lights off.  In the next window (the bedroom) she threw herself onto the bed and the man closed the blinds.

Day 91

A new development.  I will be waiting for a while longer now before release.  It had been scheduled for next Monday but due to unforeseen circumstances, it will now be the Monday after. The realisation that A now has complete control of my orgasm gave me the beginnings of an erection.  The cage stopped this nonsense immediately.

In the meanwhilst...here's a target, especially for A.  In case she's feeling generous...when I do eventually see her.

Day 90

I spent today without the cage and, subsequently, I was hard for a lot of it.  I must admit this was entirely my own fault.

I thought about K a lot today.  Mostly I thought about the way she would sometimes go to work without bothering with underwear.  I used to find this very exciting, as did the guy she was fucking at work!

One time I remember vividly was to a work Christmas party.  She wore a short cocktail dress, stockings and garters and nothing else.  She spent the evening teasing various guys by giving them little sneaky glimpses.  By the time she arrived home she was exhausted.  And not from dancing too much.

Her lack of pants was always handy when she wanted to fuck outside - in an alley, on a beach or in a park during the day.  She always used to wear skirts, making her ready for whatever happened along.

Anyway, thinking of this has kept me on edge all day.  Seeing as this marks day 90, I feel like it's a bit of a celebration.  I'm still not sure when it will end but I'm loving the suspense.

Day 89

Cage back on and feeling nice and secure.  I've found it works very well with my girlie sports pants.  Though it does sneak out the leg during the day.  Still, it prevents it from clattering around.

Sadly, it will have to come off later as I'm going out drinking and watching football.  Still, I can enjoy the security for a few hours at least.

I find it very hard to believe that I have not had an orgasm for 89 days.  Given the way they feel, my balls believe it.

Day 88

As I near the end of my self imposed chastity, my thoughts are almost all centred on my release.  After a brief email exchange with A yesterday, it is going to be delayed by about a week.  This rather depends on the outcome of the marble pick, of course.

A couple of replies to A's comments:

1. With 20,000 people at a football match (not all males, I hasten to add) I would assume that more than just me were in chastity.  Perhaps this is why the singing and chanting was so loud, laced with frustration.  I rather like to think that quite a few of them are cuckolds.  Visions of them at the football with their mates while some big stud is at home fucking their wife, fills me with great excitement.  I know she wasn't but I like to think A was one of the lucky women.
2. Regarding the fertility statue and A's 'it depends' makes me wonder what it depends on.  Regardless of her feeling she is not particularly fertile, I think she could look very enticing cast in the role of goddess.

The cage will return tomorrow after an extended period.  I couldn't be happier.