Now that I'm a bit removed from one of the most exciting and frustrating week and a half of chastity in recent memory, I feel safe to share it with you. All in all, in the last week and a half, I spent 10 days locked up, (9.5 to be exact). And there was a 15 hour break in the middle.
My wife insists that she has taken me down that road before; briefly freed and re-locked promptly. Myself, I don't recall it. And as the roller coaster was such a wild ride, I think I'd remember it.
I know for some of you the idea of 4 days on, 1 off, 5 on again sounds like a breeze, but it wasn't for me. Not at all. It was a total mindfuck. And I think I would've recalled it if we'd done it before.
Then again, the brain sometimes hides traumatic things from us so we can function normally too ;)
It was intense. Intense enough that I kept saying to myself "Did I really ask for this? To which both my Mistress and my wife would respond basically the same - Yes, I most certainly did.
I even considered trying to milk my own prostate, or to hold a vibe against the cage to try and find any relief. But the fear that it would intensify the denial was what kept me from doing it.
Mistress encouraged me to keep her posted of how I was feeling. Turns out that she is finding the reports of mounting tension and frustration to be very entertaining. A "grin from ear to ear" she said.
Mercifully, my wife allowed me out. I had behaved. I hadn't whined like I used to. I actually didn't even ask to be let out. I just made it clear how difficult it was for me, and how much I loved her. I'd say she was "too kind" but I think that she was exactly kind enough.
I've mulled over why it was so intense. Perhaps it's just the ongoing experience of it all. It might be that I had visited with Mistress twice in that span - once to do some errands and enjoy some limited discipline for failing to adhere to the exercise portions of my contract and once socially for dinner. Perhaps it was the fact that the intensity seems to peak for me at 3 or 4 days (though that peak doesn't fall off for quite a while.) Perhaps it was that I found the mini-session and discipline exciting, but I found sitting at dinner and talking about the details of all that's been going on in our relationship to be even more exciting. Well, whatever it was, it was intense.
By that last morning of it, I was at my emotional messing point. Drippy, frothy, distracted, enamored, lusty, whiny, needy, happy, desperate... dominated. Lady Regina offered to take me with her strapon, but I really thought that was going to just make matters worse for me. Oh, I can't deny there was a part of me that wanted to go *there* too. And I even briefly consider asking my wife if might be ok.
Who knows what the future holds or where the journey will take us. For now, it sure keeps my day to day life from being boring.