Inquiry Answered

We received a response to the last post.  Here it is…

“I made it till the Wednesday before Thanksgiving (107 days total).  I think my wife just got tired of the whole thing and wanted some “vanilla” sex for a while.  Day 100 was interesting because she told me I was going to be waiting at least another 100 (which obviously din’t happen).  As usual, first orgasm after long wait was blah, but second one was awesome.  No word on when we’re going to start back up, but I think we’ll take a bit of a break now.”

One-hundred and seven days is a long time for me.  I am sitting here at forty-five days thinking…I’m not even half way there!  And I am already into never before trodden territory, for myself.

I have no idea how long ours will run.  I do know that NW is aware that January 1st might be the trigger day.  Trigger meaning that it is the day that, if goals have not been met, she no longer needs to feel that she has to wait for them to be met.  Part of that is because in working towards these goals, I am not doing anything that would immediately let me reach them.  I am working towards them but not actively trying them.  We will see, though.

Along with what gfai said, I think NW is starting to miss certain activities that involve various intercourse.  We try them, once in a while, but I get too close too fast.  That will likely be one of the driving forces as to when I get my first release.

And, as commented above, I expect the first one to be less than spectacular.  In fact, I find my first to be uncomfortable…even mildly painful.  It is almost like my body doesn’t fire in synch and I am having to blow out the pipes.

In any case, I likely won’t have to worry about that for a while.

Thank you gfai for the reply!


Not quite a month ago, when I finally returned.  I received a few comments from gfaiman.  Here are a couple, “Welcome back!  Looking forward to your exploits again.  Myself, I’m at day 94 (longest previous was 75 days) with 73 more days to go (at least).  Even though she keeps threatening me with waiting till our 10th anniversary (which is in 2014!).”

Also, “No relief of any kind.  Some nights, although not many, she lets me out of my device for a teasing, which I both look forward to and dread since it is so much more difficult to get to sleep.  She says she has a big surprise planned for day 100, but she also keeps saying my birthday which is in 73 days, so who knows how much longer.”

I have been meaning to ask how things are going or how they went, but keep getting sidetracked.  So, hopefully you see this post!

Did anything special/interesting happen on day 100?  Are you still being denied?  If not, when did it end and how?  If you are still being denied, have you any idea what the plan is?  Lastly, what type of device are you using?  I never thought to ask that before..

Hope all is well!


Forty-four days and counting on this end.  That seems so few compared to 100+.

Crossing over…

I climbed out of bed this morning and realized that I have now been forty-two days without an orgasm.  That is only significant because it matches the longest that I have been denied, or just gone without an orgasm, since I found masturbation, when I was twelve.  As I have said before, this go around has not been nearly as bad.  We have prevented it from being hyper-sexualized, to everyone’s benefit.

The only thing is, we still have absolutely no idea when this will end.  I had mentioned before that I have three goals that I wanted to achieve before having an orgasm became a viable option.  NW agreed to this.  One goal will definitely be complete before the end of December.  A second goal likely will.  I am not so sure about the third.

Given that, we are toying with the idea of making it “when all three goals are met or January 1st”, whichever comes first.  Not as a definite day to orgasm, of course.  Just as a date when NW can give an orgasm anytime that she likes.  But that is still up in the air.  Either way, barring an outside reason to stop this, we are most likely going to cross two months and keep going for a bit.

My want is starting to get a bit testy, every now and again, though.  That definitely isn’t all bad…

The Week In Review…

Okay, it is more like 10 days, but “a week” sounded better.  In either case, it shouldn’t have taken this long for me to post again.  I have just been swamped with…well…life.

So, to catch up.  Last weekend was a CBT extravaganza.  Yes, my previous post was about CBT.  That was two weekends ago, however.  This is in reference to last weekend.  In the thirty-five hour period from 11:00 Friday night, until 10:00 Sunday morning, we spent no less than six hours actively engaging in CBT.

What was done is the same list I give every time.  My testicles were squeezed (together and separately), rolled against each other, sucked to pain, pulled, slapped, flicked, punched and we even added kicking this time around.  Once my balls started to wear their soreness, on Friday night, the soreness/ache did not disappear until sometime late Tuesday.  I was pretty much ever aware of its presence.

There were really only two things of note, other than carrying it to a point that the soreness lasted two days beyond the last impact.  The first was the introduction of kicking.  We tried this with me sitting on the floor and NW stepping up and impacting with the top of her foot.  Then we tried it with me on my knees and her kicking from the front.  Lastly, we tried it with me on all fours and her standing to the rear of me.  By far, the best was the last.  The angle was wrong when I was just on my knees.  When I was sitting, my pubic bone kept catching the brunt of the impact.

From behind, with me on all fours, NW was able to target easily, transfer the energy into my cock and balls, instead of the bone, and play with the dangling mass.  It hurt like hell, but was definitely worth it.

The second thing of note was NW’s loss of inhibition.  Friday night, she had expressed concern that we were going too far.  That she might actually be doing damage.  By the latter half of Saturday night and into Sunday morning, all such talk had disappeared and she was hurting me without much thought.

Now, I realize that she was still being mindful of not ripping my testicles off (thank you, NW).  She had pretty much decided that if I didn’t erupt in protest pain, that she was good to go and hurt me according.  All in all, it was rather agonizing and insanely blissful at the same time.  I cannot begin to tell you how many times I was edged from the pain.

Well, that was last weekend.  This weekend has been much more tame…and that is good as well.  She has had lots of orgasms.  I have had no orgasms.  I did finally receive stroking to my shaft.  That was ecstatic on so many levels.  I had done a little breath play with her.  She comes so hard from having her air removed.  It is almost a guaranteed eruption of female ejaculation.  And it makes me leak like no one’s business.  So, I guess that it works for both of us.

Anyway…40 days down…who knows how many more.

Computer Based Training…

That’s what CBT used to mean to me.  The first time I ever heard it used in the “Cock and Ball Torture” sense, I was rather confused.  I wasn’t sure how a computer worked into it.  Now I understand, though…information and porn.

Anyway, this morning is twenty-six days.  We are still going strong.  We did have a brief discussion about how this is playing out, last night.  I will explain that later.  For now, I want to convey the wonderful night that NW and I had.

As I have mentioned before, there is very little sex going on during the week.  When we do have sex, my cock (shaft and head) has been ignored.  Everything that I receive, with the exception of a few moments sucking, a few days ago,  is direct at my balls.  As one might guess, that means that 95+% of the stimulation that I receive is in the form of discomfort.  I say “discomfort”, instead of “pain”, because it isn’t all intense enough to qualify as pain.  Much of it is mildly uncomfortable.  For instance, light squeezing, light impact, light tugging/pulling and rolling my balls around and against each other, all cause slight discomfort, but nothing that I would classify as painful.

This whole way of approaching things is very intriguing to me.  Every time that NW and I play, she edges me, multiple times, through discomfort/pain.  I find it interesting because there is no lead up into this.  Normally I would be teased, stroked and sucked until I have been edged a few times and then the discomfort is applied.  I required the initial pleasure in order to get to a place where the pain could take me over the edge.  I don’t seem to need that any longer.

Don’t misunderstand me.  All discomfort/pain will not lead me to orgasm.  The fact that there is any type of discomfort/pain, at all, that can take me from a cold start to edged is pretty fucking awesome.  We are both interested to see what happens if we continue to starve my cock of stimulation, keep me denied and continue with the ball torment.

That leads to last night.  As stated, I haven’t had an orgasm of any kind in twenty-six days.  Other than the moments of sucking, I haven’t had any cock stimulation.  By last night, I was in need.  NW was kind enough to meet that need.  It came in the form of, literally, two and a half hours of ball torture.  Throughout the session I gave her orgasms.  All of them were manual, as we were avoiding oral and didn’t want to pleasure my cock with intercourse.  They were delivered via the usual avenues…fingering her clit, tweaking her clit, finger fucking her pussy and ass, tweaking her nipples, choking her, etc…  If you have read my blog, you know all of the various ways.

For my part, she did everything from light squeezing/slapping to squeezing as hard as she could…both together, separately, rolling them together.  I couldn’t believe that I was able to take it.  The pain was so incredible, though.  She slapped my balls, slowly, quickly, soft, hard.  She would string together ten of fifteen medium punches, in rapid order, directed on to my balls.  She hit me a few times and left me balled up, nursing my agonized manhood.

Again, this went on for two and a half hours.  Then we finally made it to bed.  A few hours later, I awoke and took the opportunity to wake her with three more orgasms.  She repaid me by having my hold my balls for her and punching them.

When we awoke this morning, we spent another half an hour with me giving her orgasms and her torturing my balls.  Yes, they are sore.  Yes, it feels fucking incredible.  Now, back to real life for a few days.

And A Wonderful Mouth It Is

Today brings us to the day twenty-one mark.  Believe it or not, it really hasn’t been difficult.  With everything going on during the week, we rarely even mention sex, let alone engage in it.  I think we have had weekday sex twice in the past three weeks.  Weekends, of course, are more active.  Since I have no expectation of having an orgasm, though, it never really crosses my mind as a possibility or even as a reason for engaging in sex.

As I mentioned in my last post, the fact that my cock had not been directly stimulated in nearly three weeks also helped immensely.  Sunday morning, however, NW decided to allow my cock to enjoy her mouth and vice versa.  It really is amazing how quickly you can forget the way something feels.  Her mouth felt like warm, wet, smooth, hitting all the right spots bliss.  She did not truly edge me, as we have both agreed that we do not want any unplanned releases, full or ruined.  Nonetheless, it felt better than I ever remembered it.

Did it make me want to come?  Maybe, on some level.  I was unaware of that, though.  I was far to frustrated with the fact that I couldn’t just let her go on and on, lest I go over the edge and spoil it.  “Spoil it”…yes, because the denial would have ended.   Also, though, because it can only feel that good after a period of denial.  Having an orgasm would reset it, to some degree, and steal away part of the wonder.  At least for me…

So onward and…whatever…

“Where Are They Now?”

…seemed like a good title.  After all, like the television program, we are checking in on lost personalities.  In our case, we are doing fine.  Life has been hectic, as it so often is with kids, work, holidays, family visits, Summer doings, etc…  Taking breaks like this, though, is pretty common for NW and me.  It doesn’t mean that we aren’t having sex, even fetish-y.  It just means that we were not concentrated on one thing that binds it all together, pun, pun.

For now, though, let me give just a quick update.  Today is day eighteen of my denial.  There have, obviously, been no full orgasms and, for once, no ruined orgasms.  That is in part because we have moved along with a different approach.

As with all of our denial play, it started with me.  It starts with me because, if I am not in the right frame of mind for it, it isn’t going to work.  And having started with me, I get to establish the first set of guidelines.  The first guideline involves duration.  Ultimately, NW will get to decide when my next orgasm is, full and/or ruined.  When I started this stint, however, I a) started it without NW’s knowledge and b) had a minimum duration decided upon, even though it was not actually set.  I did not inform NW that this was starting because I needed to go through a few days to make sure that I was up to the task.  Sometimes I want to do it, but life conspires to make it not psychologically fun.  Better to test the waters and then let her know that the game is on and she is in control…and she is always ready.

The minimum duration is a little different.  There are a couple of fitness goals that I have set for myself.  No, they do not involve weight loss (although they probably should).  I set my minimum duration at achieving those goals.  So, until I reach them…no orgasm!  NW knows this and has agreed to it.  Once those goals are achieved, it all becomes her decision.  The only downside is that these goals are rather lofty.  They might take some time.  Hopefully I am up to the task.

The second, and really only other, guideline is how we proceed with our play.  For the first two weeks I made sure to keep a very strict hold on how and how much stimulation NW gave me.  This was not done to control NW, but to make sure we did not have an accidental ruined and to set the pace.  The first weekend, when I was four and five days in, I did not let NW touch me at all.  I serviced her, but she did nothing to my cock and balls.  The second weekend, days eleven and twelve, NW was allowed to service me, but only my balls.  She did lick and suck them, but it mainly consisted of cbt…squeezing, slapping, punching (not too hard), pulling, etc…  She has not played with me during the weeks, only on weekends.

This weekend, it has been much the same.  I serviced her last night and this morning.  She has devoted 98% of her attention to my balls.  The only stimulation to the shaft was a couple of tight squeezes and quick sucking of my precum from the tip.

This has really worked in helping us avoid unintentional ruined orgasms and helped keep the intensity level in check.  When we are full on, constant teasing, we tend to spend way too much time thinking about and involved in sex.  Even so, I have turned the reins over and NW is now free to do whatever she wants to me.  She still seems content to focus on my balls,however.  That is actually kind of cool.  It keeps intensity in check, lets us both play and I have found that I can reach orgasm just from having my balls smacked around. (No, I have not actually reached orgasm this go around.)   Yes, I have come from cbt in the past.  In almost every case, though, I have been stroked up and edged before we got to cbt.  These past two weekends, there has been no foreplay.  It goes straight from me pleasing her to her hurting my balls.  And she is edging me, time and again, by doing this.  I am really interested to see how this develops, if she continues to deny notable stimulation to my shaft.

Well, that is where we are right now.  Sorry there was nothing too tantalizing.  It is fun nonetheless.