The first quarter of 2017 was filled with unprecedented new experiences and fresh openness when TheMrs gave me freedom to experiment sexually outside our marriage. I’ve been relatively unsuccessful finding a good match with past efforts but work and family have been the highest priority since Cheyenne got pregnant and not much has gotten easier with a 1 year old that doesn’t like to sleep.
Since April I’ve been out of chastity with the exception of a handful of desperate attempts to build subby momentum from self locking. Sex has been scheduled for every other weekend when we have a sitter and we live for those few decadent hours together. Inside I’m craving to feel fully sexually engaged but the relentless waves of 60 hour work weeks and sleepless nights surpress most of my natural resilience and drive. Ironically, opportunity is all but gone now that the will and permission exists.
Things are not so dire though. While Cheyenne and I have been limited in our physical interaction, we’ve made progress in communication and have regular conversations about having a mutual boyfriend. We’ve also been reading a fair amount on the topic of open marriages. “The Ethical Slut”, “Opening Up”, “Mating in Captivity” are all excellent books that I can highly recommend. Reading them together with Cheyenne has made for a natural access point to begin talking openly on such a potentially charged topic. It helps to have well reasoned and educated viewpoints to reflect our own feelings against.
My boyfriend on the side search has been pretty unsuccessful (one date) because the majority of my interactions have been from gay dating apps of which an unsurprising majority of guys aren’t interested in a hetero-romantic bi guy, and the ones I’ve encountered so far tend to be cavalier about safe sex. Fair enough, but not my risk profile. I’ll save the good stuff for a fluid bonded relationship. So the hunt continues on other fronts for a kind, sexual, healthy, active, outdoorsy guy who’s looking for a married couple to build a relationship with. Someone who’s equally comfortable with men and women and not hung up on relationship stereotypes.
On the surface my sex life looks pretty flat, punctuated but a semi monthly wave of strapon pounding and fun uninhibited chat. Underneath, there’s a strong steady pull towards a bigger, more open understanding of love and sex developing.
It’s been three months since I spent almost four months in a chastity device. Cheyenne told me to lock up and advised I settle in until she felt otherwise.
I regularly prodded her resolve for how long I’d be locked, secretly hoping I’d hear something along the line of “forever” accompanied with a replete list of reasons my penis was no longer needed. Ooh yes I wired that way. The response was usually a very matter of fact “a long time” – no embellishment. I recall around month two feeling settled and comfortable being locked, that it was preferable and more purposeful than unlocked and denied through default of circumstances.
Finally being released was both amazing and a little like what a long term inmate must feel like when reentering society… lost and confused. I hastily reacquainted myself with the security and emptiness of old habits.
But the reason I’m writing today is ive been contemplating locking myself between what has become bi-monthly sex dates with Cheyenne. That’s right, every two weeks we have 3 hours of privacy to have the best sex we can muster. It’s awesome. The other 333 hours I feel like an parolee addict on a street of crack houses. Oh, that’s pretty harsh. More like a highly sexual man, husband, and father of a gaggle of kids who works 55 hour weeks. Better. Back to being self locked between dates, it seems like a great idea but not when comfort sets in at the two month mark. I wonder if chastity can ever be short term again or if it will always be in ever increasing doses of time. Judging from the wet spot between my legs it’s also a turn on to consider.
My interest in writing to this blog has waned tremendously over the past several months mostly due to life forces requiring most, if not all my time and energy. With a major career change solidifies and months of sleep deptevation married to13 hour days normalizing I’m feeling the green shoots of my sexuality bubbling back to life.
The recent difficult period has been as hard, or harder on Cheyenne too and it’s far from clear how much inhibition has coagulated in our sexual arteries from lack of practice. I feel (qualifying my feelings as a purely subjective measure) all the sexy things we’ve done, I’ve shared as desires, or things we’ve agreed were possible have been shut down by either circumstance or disinterest.
In this environment of sexual isolation a feedback loop has developed between my inability to satiate desire and new edgy ideas. It begins as mentally stimulation and evolves into rich devilishly delicious masturbation material. Allowed to evolve in the isolation and darkness of my own mind my sexual thoughts and fantasies take a turn for dark and more intense scenarios. I’m not ashamed by any of it, in fact, I quite enjoy the prospects of intense vulnerability the material might generate in the light of day and play.
The challenge seems to be as always being Genuinely Hapa in the face of contradicting circumstances.
It’s been three days since my Sunday sex date with Cheyenne. For those of you just joining, I had been locked since late December with one brief release in January for a medical test – 80 ish days without access to my penis. More accurately, 80 ish days of a well defined place to rest my sexuality.
Since being unlocked I’ve been filled with familiar feelings of uncertainty and frustration. Some it has to do with coming and the post orgasm hormonal drop. Some of the uncertainty is becuase I had expected there might be more sex between Cheyenne and I while unlocked. Our previous understanding was that an unlocked penis is free to come whenever except this time it was eluded that I was not allowed. I was also headed into another sex date unlocked which was also against our rules of engagement for my sex dates. In sum, I’ve been confused and missing the relative safety and certainty of being locked.
I don’t miss the loneliness of the male sex drive and the frustration of no reciprocal desire.
It’s all been somewhat sorted out for now. I cancelled my sex date because I felt a lack of excitement going back for another visit. Cheyenne addressed my confusion by telling me to relock when I get home today so all I have to wrestle through is the hormonal transition back to the point where my body doesn’t expect to come but looks for an external balast.
I’ll be writing more about why I cancelled my sex date very soon.
It’s been two weeks since my first date. I’d say I haven’t written because the last two weeks were spent switching jobs and negotiating draconian employment contracts. The real reason is the experience was very different than I expected.
To be fair, the man I met is a great guy. He’s good looking, kind, thoughtful, articulate, muscular, and with a ginormous cock. More on that later… After a week of back and forth establishing who were were and what we were looking for, safe sex boundaries, and logistics I met him at his house for a sex date.
We seemed to get along with an ease and conversation was fluid but brief, mostly because we had done enough talking in the preceding days. There was a definite momentum to his actions as he undressed me and looked me over as if he was preparing to eat his favorite meal. The focus and attention I felt was an aphrodisiac that poured into my body warming me and making me more pliable to his direction. I was locked in my Mature Metal Jailbird device at the time without orgasm for 60-70 ish days so although I was burning with desire I could only be a bottom. The usual dominant male urges seemed to have abated, redirected, or re-wired themselves to enjoy the pleasures of being taken instead of giving.
The sex was hot. I started seeing myself as staring in my own porn flick and captured the images and sensations in my mind as I started finding dialogs and themes that would make the scene white hot. It was in that moment I realized the sex was great, the attention and energy amazing, but psychologically I was searching for stimulus. I NEED to feel mentally engaged. My sexuality is 80% psychological and 20% physical. As the first romp winded down we had a bit of an intermission, mostly for him because I was still completely lit on endorphins from not being able to come. After a few minutes he was back in top form again. For a while there I thought I might be able to orgasm too but the combination of my wiring and inability to access penis proved too high of a hurdle. Maybe he was too big? Perhaps more practice will help me find the right connections to orgasm from penetration. I hope so. What I can say is now I understand when women say sometimes a cock can be too big to be enjoyable. Part of my SPH fetish was crushed when I realized 7″ might be better than 10″. Yup. There was definitely a point where things got a bit eye watering even though I’m proud of my ability to play with some of SquarePeg’s best toys. At least I was feeling secure with my average cock locked away safe from a real comparison.
Damn. I wish my mind was being fucked with as hard as my ass was. I’ve been reading a great book “Enough To Make You Blush – Exploring Erotic Humiliation” by Princess Kali. Truthfully, I was desperate for context on the psychological deficit I felt and picked up the book on Amazon to fill the void. My expectations were low but I have to say this book is amazing! It is the single best read on BDSM and power dynamic I’ve run across since I’ve been looking. Don’t be misled by the title, the content is written from extraordinary insight and experience. Page after page I find myself saying “wow..that finally makes sense!”.
What I do know is Sex with Cheyenne keeps getting better, more vulnerable and fucking hot. She’s closing ground on me at a furious pace. Her strapon cock puts my dates’ cock to shame. Maybe it’s me that should be blushing? Fuck it. I’m digging my new role.
After a month on male dating sites I’ve come to the conclusion that of safe sex means wrapping a penis for sex regardless of where it’s put then safe sex is equivalent to celibacy. I didn’t realize at first that oral sex between men is considered a safe standard.
Talking with Cheyenne, it’s clear unwrapped oral sex with male strangers is too risky for our bedroom. She’s very much open to it if the person was not so much a stranger and trust had been established but that’s sort of a chicken/egg type of dilemma given that 100% of potential partners say protected oral sex is a deal breaker.
Moving forward I’m planning to let my dating site efforts wane rather than texting feverishly for a couple days only to bound by latex each time. We’ll see what happens… Sometimes, in my experience good things happen when I let go of an ideal.
I’m open to new ideas, just haven’t found any yet. Maybe I’ll buy a new sex toy to pacify myself.
So much has changed. Back in the first few days on January I locked myself in to a stainless steel chastity cage and handed Cheyenne the key. It’s a move I’ve performed many times in the past so I anticipated it would play about roughly the same way except about that time I was feeling long term and possibly permanent chastity might give me sanctuary from the disappointment my penis could go through long periods of irrelevance. It’s cyclical longings only served to remind me of its plight.
Something new happened this time. Cheyenne embraced the value of chastity as if she had an epiphany in seeing it as a win win approach to our current state of sexuality. Her strong stance encouraging me to remain locked now has a certain momentum and purpose I only dreamed of before. We are in our ninth continuous week. I’ve been unlocked for sex every other Sunday for a little over an hour but not allowed to orgasm or enter her. She enjoys orgasms in the manner and duration she chooses and in turn my gratification come from the pure physical indulgence of contributing to her pleasure and from one of two giant strapon dildos. Last week while the Colonel was buried deep inside me Cheyenne was able to orgasm from the motion and friction on her side. It was one of the most vulnerable and most intimate sexual moments we’ve shared together in a long time. Until now, I could tell Cheyenne was having fun with strapon play but it felt as if a line was crossed into a new realm where we could both find deeply satisfying sex from alternative roles.
We opened our marriage too. Cheyenne gave me permission to explore my sexuality with men, only men. We also contacted a Pro Domme for mentoring Cheyenne. She is pretty slow responding but we remain very excited about Cheyenne learning and becoming even more confident sexually.
I’ve joined several male dating sites and now interact frequently with lots of strangers but have yet to have sex with anyone. After three to four weeks I’m not even sure I’m cut out for male-male casual dating. Engaging with male hookup culture as a married man with a locked penis has been a fascinating experience. Number one, having a female wife turns off a remarkable number of suitors. Two, completely safe sex knocks the potential matches down significantly more, especially if you consider blowjobs without condoms unsafe. Three, the coup de gras is a locked penis. Most can over look one or two of my status conditions but three has all but the nastiest fellas running for the hills. The nicest guy I’ve met (over coffee) happens to be a very large man who identifies as a Top Fister. He proclaims his hands are 13″ around. WTF? Cheyenne smartly asked if you want to get fisted don’t you typically look for smaller hands? Right. I’m not sure the whole fisting thing is a good place to start out but it certainly sounds fun to try. Like I said, the guy is genuinely nice and that’s one in a hundred so far.
The funniest observation has to be that it is patently obvious when someone I’m courting runs off and masturbates away their desire. It usually happens after asking for racy pictures followed by even racier comments and assertions about what they are going to do to me. The conversation falls flat for a couple days and resumes with “Sup, I want to ____”. Nice. As a locked man my sexual desire remains highly constant. For the first time I can see what I can only imagine drives women mad when courting men. I asked Cheyenne if she’d noticed this effect when dating and she almost spit her wine out laughing telling me now I’m more like a woman so I can finally see it. It’s a huge pain in the ass for women to watch men go hot and cold as the get turned on and wank away their desire. She dubs it Male PMS.
Yeah, not in Kansas anymore…
Eight plus weeks locked without orgasm isn’t much for some just follow the likes of Thumper. For me, it’s a new record and a new level of experience. Add to that, it’s been about twelve weeks since I’ve been inside Cheyenne. My body isn’t resisting and striving for it’s old ways with the same ferosity. There’s a new kind of pleasure slowly evolving from the back flow of desire. Small things like rubbing Cheyenne’s legs and feet are suddenly very pleasurable. My hands transmit feelings of her soft warm skin through my hands to my mind where they’re soaked up by pleasure sensors, the ones my penis used to use.
Cheyenne has talked about keeping me locked for a “long time”. She’s also talked about needing penis sometimes so it’s hard to surrender completely to the experience knowing it could end in a moments notice. I’ve reached a point where the ever present buzz of chastity has surpassed the infrequent and fleeting pleasure of sex. Chastity and orgasm denial fits my physical and psychological needs is ways sex never did. Denial until truly desired is a gift.
If you’ve been following recent events on this sporadic blog you’d know Cheyenne has allowed me to date men to satisfy my bi side. After joining several sites and chatting with a couple dozen male Doms the things I’m looking for begin to take shape against the reflection of these Dom’s preferences and rules of engagement. When someone comes on hard and fast I realize building trust and earning each other’s D/s roles is important to me. Some want contracts, others control outside of the scene, some insist of complete hairlessness. I find myself confused with how to juggle the requirements of the Dom’s rules and requirements against my primary relationship with Cheyenne. In some ways it’s easy and obvious, Cheyenne is first. Always. But what about requirements to provide pictures on demand, checking in at prescribed intervals, becoming completely hairless below the neck at all times? How do these semi static requirements fit in with Cheyenne’s need to be in the know but not into every detail? If I show up waxed from neck to toe will that he too much? What if I really like that particular Dom, is it a deal breaker because Cheyenne’s preferences come first?
I remain uncertain how to proceed and there’s no playbook other than communication and trial and error. Yesterday, I was in a bit of a funk over losing a unicorn and struggling with the complexity of all the Doms I’ve interacted with. Cheyenne asked if there was something she could do to support me and in a moment of clarity I told her I needed her to keep me locked, to fuck me hard and regularly, and of course allow me to pleasure her often. When I’m honest with myself it’s possible to have mind blowing experiences with others but the closeness and intimacy I already have with Cheyenne is a superior foundation to base new and edgy sexual experiences from. It’s always been about having complete intimacy and vulnerability with Cheyenne the male Doms may or may not be important in the long run. Time will tell.
After two weeks of chatting with a prospective boyfriend, he decided Cheyenne and I weren’t a good fit for what he was looking for. I’m feeling disappointed and pretty bummed out at the realization I’m not just looking for a playmate, but hunting a fucking unicorn. I clearly don’t belong in either the straight or gay scene and the grey area between is strikingly empty. In some ways I feel more alone than ever.
With a little advice from Drew I joined a couple men’s dating sites (for those not up to date Cheyenne is comfortable with me playing with men but not women) and chatted with a flurry of different people but the process while efficient felt shallow and disconnected from the intimacy I’m looking for. We’ll see how it plays out over time. 😉
Meanwhile, I remain locked in my device. I’ve been locked since early January initially locking myself and giving Cheyenne the key. Luckily, now Cheyenne wants to keep me locked only generously unlocking me when we have sex but never allowing penis inside her or me to come. I’m never given he expectation to be inside her or to come but the desire to do so is so intense that I helplessly beg for her permission even though I’m getting exactly what I want and need in denial. For a couple days after sex the desire to be inside her and to come burns white hot in my mind and body and the only outlet offered is to rub Cheyenne legs and feet for her pleasure. Even in this mundane act of pleasure penis responds by swelling with futility in its cage. Cheyenne smiles back at me with content.
In the past six weeks my chastity has slowly become a reliable positive in my day to day. Through all the stresses, frustrations and disappointments of the past six weeks my locked penis has steadily emitted a low grade sexual buzz. Although frustrating in its own right, knowing penis is excluded from the role almost every other male considers entitled to helps me feel a deep acceptance with who I am and the way my life has molded me. Part of me is seriously considering permanent chastity. For now, my wife, the person who cares about me most and knows me deepest has chosen this for me. I love her deeply and completely and remain excited about where our relationship is headed.