Things were getting a bit rough for the last week. I was unable to ruin an orgasm and was feeling extremely horny. It was the most difficult period so far this time.
Yesterday I managed to milk a very big load and it was like a weight had been lifted from my balls. Of course, it didn't do anything to help release me from the horniness.
It also didn't help that A sent me an email detailing an extremely hot sex session she had had on Saturday night.
Still, all in all, the first 100 days of this 200 seems to have flown by and has been much easier than my previous 100. Half way there...
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Day 83
On Day 75, I was full of cold but I still managed to ruin an orgasm. It took longer than usual and it was very difficult maintaining an erection but, eventually, it dribbled out of me. I felt quite pathetic. I'm going to be missing my next 14 day ruin so will be looking at 28 days before my next one.
I have finished my Cuckold memoir with some very helpful edits from A. Hopefully I will be able to publish it on Amazon soon. I am presently writing my second memoir, tracing my more sub experiences.
I have finished my Cuckold memoir with some very helpful edits from A. Hopefully I will be able to publish it on Amazon soon. I am presently writing my second memoir, tracing my more sub experiences.
Saturday, 21 April 2012
Day 73
Today I decided on a limit for this term of chastity. Given I managed 163 days last time, I'm going to try for a PB and last out for 200 days. To my rough calculations, that means my next full orgasm will be on 26 August 2012.
I have also decided that I can only have a ruined orgasm (for the purposes of milking) every 14th day. If I miss one (for whatever reason) then my next ruined orgasm will be 14 days after the original date.
Day 61 was my last ruined orgasm so my next one will be on Day 75.
I have also decided that I can only have a ruined orgasm (for the purposes of milking) every 14th day. If I miss one (for whatever reason) then my next ruined orgasm will be 14 days after the original date.
Day 61 was my last ruined orgasm so my next one will be on Day 75.
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Day 56
I think I'm becoming addicted to ruined orgasms. I turn myself on something rotten and then slowly wank myself. I am now proficient at stopping before it's too late and the cum just dribbles out the end. It is absolutely no relief but even so, I'm starting to enjoy it for the sake of it.
For the last days I've felt an overwhelming urge to be humiliated. I was very fortunate on Monday when a neighbour (who is a doctor) gave me an internal examination. She saw my cock when it was very soft.
Later the same day, another neighbour accidentally saw me in a pair of very tight Lycra swimmers. They are so tight that I have no bulge. She smiled.
These were both very humiliating and I enjoyed them thoroughly.
For the last days I've felt an overwhelming urge to be humiliated. I was very fortunate on Monday when a neighbour (who is a doctor) gave me an internal examination. She saw my cock when it was very soft.
Later the same day, another neighbour accidentally saw me in a pair of very tight Lycra swimmers. They are so tight that I have no bulge. She smiled.
These were both very humiliating and I enjoyed them thoroughly.
Monday, 26 March 2012
Day 47
Today was very difficult. I'm not sure why but I have felt turned on all day. I ruined an orgasm tonight just to milk myself. The feelings remain.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Day 35
I have been writing my cuckold memoirs. I'm presently working on a few humiliating things that happened to me during my cuckold experience. At the time, I didn't enjoy it much but., for some reason, it is turning me on now. It seems I've changed a lot as far as humiliation is concerned.
When people started to find out things about me, my underlying submissiveness would surface and I'd just take it. These days I try and encourage it. I'm not sure why I enjoy humiliation or why I like sharing it with people but I do now. So much so that I felt like having an orgasm tonight. Typing my life has had me very hard tonight.
Rather than break my chastity at a mere 35 days, I decided to ruin one instead, hoping it might let me write some more.
When people started to find out things about me, my underlying submissiveness would surface and I'd just take it. These days I try and encourage it. I'm not sure why I enjoy humiliation or why I like sharing it with people but I do now. So much so that I felt like having an orgasm tonight. Typing my life has had me very hard tonight.
Rather than break my chastity at a mere 35 days, I decided to ruin one instead, hoping it might let me write some more.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Day 27 [2]
Yesterday I was in Hereford at a bit of a loose end so I popped into a pub to waste some time over a beer (or two). I was the only customer and was sitting comfortably by the open fire. I half noticed someone else enter the pub and order a drink. Next thing I know he's asking if I'd mind him joining me at the fire. Of course I didn't, I said, and he joined me.
We started chatting about the usual kind of things (sport, where I come from, weather, etc) and were getting on quite well. He asked if I was from Hereford and, when I said no, he said he thought so because he'd not seen my in the pub before. He was quite the regular.
He said he spent quite a lot of time at the pub because of his wife. I asked him why that was. He went a bit quiet, a shy grin on his face. Then, in hushed tones, he told me that she would tease him most mornings before leaving for work. I asked him what he meant. He was embarrassed but, nevertheless told me she would sometimes start giving him a hand job and then just stop as he was reaching a climax.
Naturally I commiserated with him. I also asked him if him if he finished himself off, just to show her he could manage without her. He laughed at this but shook his head. He told me he preferred someone else doing it. I agreed that that was always better. We both laughed.
I then took a gamble. He seemed like a nice enough guy. I asked him if he was still feeling horny. He admitted that, yes, he was, rubbing the front of his jeans as he did. I looked around at the empty bar and said I'd finish the job if he liked. He grinned and stood up, leading the way to the toilets.
Once inside, we stood at the urinal, as normal as could be. We both took our cocks out (mine was in case someone suddenly walked in) and I reached across and took his in my hand. He was hard and hot. I then proceeded to wank him off. It didn't take very long before the unmistakable splats of come hitting metal were heard. He groaned as I squeezed the last bits out of him. I left him to finish, washed my hands and left the toilet.
When he returned to our seats by the fire, he was carrying a pint. He put the glass down in front of me, thanked me and left the pub.
I do like the unexpected ones.
We started chatting about the usual kind of things (sport, where I come from, weather, etc) and were getting on quite well. He asked if I was from Hereford and, when I said no, he said he thought so because he'd not seen my in the pub before. He was quite the regular.
He said he spent quite a lot of time at the pub because of his wife. I asked him why that was. He went a bit quiet, a shy grin on his face. Then, in hushed tones, he told me that she would tease him most mornings before leaving for work. I asked him what he meant. He was embarrassed but, nevertheless told me she would sometimes start giving him a hand job and then just stop as he was reaching a climax.
Naturally I commiserated with him. I also asked him if him if he finished himself off, just to show her he could manage without her. He laughed at this but shook his head. He told me he preferred someone else doing it. I agreed that that was always better. We both laughed.
I then took a gamble. He seemed like a nice enough guy. I asked him if he was still feeling horny. He admitted that, yes, he was, rubbing the front of his jeans as he did. I looked around at the empty bar and said I'd finish the job if he liked. He grinned and stood up, leading the way to the toilets.
Once inside, we stood at the urinal, as normal as could be. We both took our cocks out (mine was in case someone suddenly walked in) and I reached across and took his in my hand. He was hard and hot. I then proceeded to wank him off. It didn't take very long before the unmistakable splats of come hitting metal were heard. He groaned as I squeezed the last bits out of him. I left him to finish, washed my hands and left the toilet.
When he returned to our seats by the fire, he was carrying a pint. He put the glass down in front of me, thanked me and left the pub.
I do like the unexpected ones.
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