Craving cum.

I came to write a blog and just now noticed the one my wife wrote last night.  How sweet.  🙂

So yes, things have been hectic.  No time for play yet this week.  Frustrating?  Yes.  Am I dealing?  Yes.  No outbursts.

I’m really craving cum.  A lot more than usual.  It is such a weird craving.  I don’t know why I have it, I really don’t.  I would love nothing more right now than to have my legs suspended over my head and to have an orgasm ruined right into my mouth.  Or have Belle milk me into a shot glass and slowly pour it into my mouth.

I’m not sure if I blogged about it, but for a few weeks before we started back into chastity, Belle was letting me masturbate as often as I wanted.  The only catch was that all cum was deposited into a specimen cup, that was kept in the freezer.  Filling that cup up made things pretty hot.  I found myself jerking off when I wasn’t really in the mood, just to see the amount increase.  It was a bit scary in a way, knowing I would have to swallow it all some day.  It was exciting though.  I probably got 15 or 20 loads in there.  It was about 1/3 of the way full.

Belle was still on the pill, and when it came down to it, she decided that she wasn’t really interested in the whole idea.  We threw it away.  Wish we had it now.  I’m sure it would have been past the expiration date by now, but having a cup with that much cum now would be such a turn on.  I don’t know if her thoughts on it have changed yet, but hopefully they do some day.  It sucks that I don’t get to cum very often.  It would take a long time to get anywhere near that much now.

So many possibilities though.  Would she make me just drink it straight?  Would she fill herself with it and give me one hell of a creampie?  Make me lick it off her body?  Suck it off a dildo?  No idea.  What would be the biggest mind fuck?  Probably making me get naked except for my cage.  Giving me no stimulation at all and just making me drink it straight from the cup.  Then telling me goodnight.

Anywho…probably no play tonight.  17 days in.  No release at all.  I think I’ve been locked up for a week and a half straight.  I would have to go back and check the blog to be sure.  Oh well.

-Jnuts

“You will probably cum before vacation…”

I got some T&D last night.  To be honest, I can’t remember much about it.  It was overshadowed by the statement that I decided would make a good title for this post.

I have been locked up almost 14 days.  Since we picked things back up in August, two weeks is the longest I have gone.  Even then, I have had at least one ruined orgasm per cycle.  I’m at 14 days without one.  Two weeks of cum.  I’m sure I will a ruined orgasm at some point…that is going to be a lot of cum in the shot glass.

I will probably cum before vacation.  That means there is a possibility that I won’t cum before vacation.  Vacation is not until the day after Thanksgiving.  That is almost two months away.  Going back through the blog, it appears my record is 34 days.  This is definitely upping the stakes.  Right at this moment, that is what I want.  Ask me tomorrow and I may feel differently.

Belle is going to look into prostate milking.  I don’t think we have ever done this successfully and I would like to.  The thought of being drained with little or no pleasure excites me. Ruined orgasms are awesome, but I do get to feel the brink of orgasm.  It isn’t as good as the real thing but it is still good.  I want to get release without the pleasure.  I want all orgasms to belong to her and I want them to happen when she wants them.

So hearing this come from her mouth last night as she played with my caged cock definitely excited me.  I think we are approaching the next level.  Whatever that means.

-Jnuts

A Ruined Orgasm or two?

Belle must have read my last post before we went to bed that night.  🙂

I was given two choices.  She would unlock me and suck me for a couple of minutes…or I could give myself a ruined orgasm.  Ugh.  That is a tough one!  It took me a minute or two to decide…much to her pleasure.  Finally I asked if she would make me swallow my cum if I chose the second option and she replied in the affirmative.  That settled it.  Crazy kinky bastard.

So Belle took off my device and went to get our shot glass we keep for such occasions.  God did it feel good to stroke myself.  The fact that I knew how it was going to end was just icing on the cake (get it?).

Razor burn, ruined orgasms, and shot glasses make for an interesting night.

When I got home last night around 7:30 pm, I asked Belle to take the device off of me.  I had been dealing with horrible razor burn for 2 days and I’m sure I could have handled the discomfort if I had to, what was the point?  She took off the device and that provided some relief.

After doing some cleaning, I decided to take advantage of the device being off and take a shower so I could properly clean things up and apply some lotion to hopefully help with the itching and burning.

After the kids settled and we put them to bed, I was fully expecting to be locked back up.  Belle was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and I put the base ring in place so I would be ready for her to lock me up.  We went to bed and her hand went for my cock.  She told me she was going to extend my relief overnight.  The device has not bothered me while sleeping at all but the ring rubbing on the razor burn sucks so bad.  Needless to say, I was happy to not have to wear it.

With my cock naked for the first time in 3 nights, Belle decided to play a bit.  As she played, we discussed how things had toned down.  We have decided to attribute most of it to her new BC pill and her period that has lasted for the past week and a half.  That does explain a lot.  She said that she has absolutely no sexual desire right now.  I’m really glad this a hormonal thing and wasn’t something I did.  I should have known better.  I guess I have some hormonal issues currently too however so  I’ll use that as an excuse.

Belle asked me if I wanted to edge myself.  Of course I did!

It took virtually no time at all.  While I was stroking, I asked Belle if I was going to have a ruined orgasm between now and the 4th.  She told me maybe.  I asked her if she would make me swallow my cum from that ruined orgasm.  She said yes.  New fixation.  I may have applied some pressure at this point in the form of, “Are you sure you don’t want to do it now?”  Instead of just caving, Belle made this interesting.  She gave me a choice.  I could either do it in a couple of days which would ensure me being released from the Jailbird again, or I could do it tonight.  If I did it tonight, she did not know when I would be released from the device again and it may be a while.

Normally this would have been a tough decision.  I was really pumped for the ruined orgasm, actually the aftermath, to fully think it through so that is what I chose.

I went and got a shot glass from the cupboard.  I then took a minute to stroke myself to the edge.  When I though I was over the edge, she placed the shot glass at the head of my cock and I let go.  One spurt of what looked to be precum dripped out.  That wasn’t it.

I tried a couple more times.  Ruined orgasms are so tricky when you are being denied.  You become very scared that things will go to far.  This time, I wasn’t sure whether or not I had.  After several failed attempts, I decided to go farther.  As I did the last time, I got my half second of an orgasm and then let go.  Unlike last time, I did feel something.  It was very strange.  I could feel the orgasm but it was almost like it was somewhere far off in the distance.  I had an almost uncontrollable urge to keep stroking which I didn’t.  I was bucking my hips a bit and fucking air.  It was almost like I was being robbed of that feeling that I knew was happening somewhere….somewhere that wasn’t in my cock.  Damnit!

At the time, I was afraid that I had had an orgasm.  Belle was too.  She was now lying there with a shot glass a third of the way full of my cum and didn’t seem to know what to do with it.

“You still want this?”

For a second I didn’t know.  Then I realized, if I didn’t  know, that means I wasn’t repulsed.  If I wasn’t repulsed, that means I didn’t have an orgasm.  If I didn’t have an orgasm then hell yes I want it.

She poured the contents of the glass in my mouth.  For a second, I got that wtf feeling.  Then my thoughts switched to all the times Belle had swallowed for me.  I swallowed.  It was a lot thicker this time than when I had done it the other time.  It didn’t go down easy.

I got up and cleaned up.

When I got back in bed I was still a little concerned that things had gone too far.  I asked Belle to try to get me hard again.  I was hard within a minute.  Ok, we were good.

Goodnight.

Jnuts