Yes for her, no for me.

Wow, that was mean - and I love her for it. It's really rare that I don't see chastity play time coming. I think that I could count on my hands the number of times that I didn't suspect that a lockup was in the air. Today was one of those days. Big time. And wow. I tell ya, it feels so totally different when it is not expected. It's such a turn on, much more frustrating.

So here I am locked up, nothing I can do about it, and that's a big turn on and... well... *SIGH*

Last night we were supposed to have some fun. But we were both pooped tired. She worked hard, I worked hard. I ran some errands, bought her a fancy new juicer that she wanted to play with. Her back was sore... the energy just wasn't right. So I said, "how about I just give you a massage, and tomorrow morning, why don't you wake me up that way." *wink, wink* For those of you playing at home, "that way" means I wake up from my sleep with her lips on my body... so that's what we decide to do.

She fell asleep minutes after the massage. I was up another hour or so - though I was a bit tempted, I figured I wouldn't masturbate. I'd be extra ready in the morn. I've been trying to deny myself a little more - reading some other guys who say things about themselves like "my need for submission" - which is vastly different from my selfish "need to be dominated" mindset. Any way, this morning she starts on me. I'm totally hot, crazy hot... she then stops and says "You don't get to cum this morning, I want you to put on your chastity belt before I leave." And then with a mischievous glare she said, "maybe tonight I'll let you out, if you don't whine about it."

Ok, I'm back. I had to walk away for a few mins, just typing that made my belt very uncomfortable.

I don't know if she is reading my blog and the prostate milking thing inspired her. I don't know if she wanted to reward the pervert in me for being good yesterday by punishing me today (the old joke of "How do you reward a masochist - with punishment, of course.") Any who, I go down - she has an absurdly hot orgasm. And then I'm locked up. And I do my best not to whine, though I like to whine, I like the idea of an orgasm tonight more.

What's a real kicker is I've got dinner plans with a whole group of friends, and several are really attractive women. They all smoke, and flirt, and they usually wear high heels - by the time I get home I'm going to be a frothing mindless blob of almost in sub-space chastised man! ;)

And I have to behave tonight, if I don't get released tonight I won't make it through tomorrow. We are having dinner with a woman whom I once referred to as "Princess Reigna". I know my limit to what I can handle, and if reality doesn't kill me - my imagination will!

Ok, I need to finish this entry and shut up. This chastity belt is killing me. I was told to wear it with the modified "Luv2Lock" device (they are no longer in business) - otherwise I could pull out of the belt and cheat. The L2L is so tight that I could never get back in. What's more is that it punishes any arousal. Not in a break the skin way that the POI do, though if I wear it for 24 hrs straight it makes my whole world raw. I've looked into a few other modifications, but haven't gotten around to trying to make any as yet. I'm not sure if this belt style can work for me for more than a few days no matter what modifications. And I'm not sure I even want to find out if it could. Sincere chastity (when you can't get out without destroying the belt) is absurdly hot in fantasy, but an emotional roller coaster in reality. I love and hate it.

That's it, not another word. I can't take it. *emotional love puddle*

*************** 2 hrs later follow up ***************

I swear to God, there is something out there that lets women know that I'm locked up in my chastity belt!!!

I just got off the phone with the friend formerly known as "Princess Reigna" and I'm trying to figure out what went wrong with her web site. I've spent 2 hrs on hold and I'm frustrated. I'm cursing more than usual when I'm describing the hellish hold music to her - and she says "What is up with you? I've never heard you like this?" I explained that ever since I quit smoking two months ago, I have a much shorter fuse... she responds by saying, "Oh yeah, I'm off that wagon, started smoking again. All white cigarettes, my dark red lipstick is smeared all over them..." My God! What the hell is up with that? It's not fair!!! I told her I had to go, and hung up as quickly as possible. *pant, sigh, drip*

Ya know, when a kinky dominant woman knows my fetishes, I feel like a yo-yo at the end of a string. At any moment they can "walk the dog" - they just don't play fair at all. And I love that. I hate it too, but mostly I love it.

Ok, I'm going to go pull my hair out now. *sigh*