Vivid imagination

For the past couple of days I have been dreaming all through the night. I don't know why I've been resting right on the edge of sleep so much, but that's where I get the most vivid dreams.
I shouldn't have to specify that many of them involve sex of some kind. However, as though my body knows that I'm unable to actually cum, I am even wearing my chastity harness in my dreams!

The other night I had a dream where I was in the water, at the beach swimming and when I came out I had lost my suit, but I was still wearing my cage. Instead of shock or laughter it was met with careful artistic consideration, but I felt exposed. Then Mistress Luchia walked me up to one of those seaside bars and had me sit on the counter while we had small talk with the bartender. Luchia was showing me off proudly and happily, but I remember being more than a little embarrassed about it all. I woke up that morning slightly before my alarm when she started, in the dream, to tease me to get me hard in the cage to show some people who were asking questions, then I woke up straining against the plastic walls. I had to take a shower to get it to go down!

Last night I dreamed that I was out in public with my Mistress. We were talking with friends and having a grand time, I was again naked, and she kept hinting that we should get out of there to go be alone.
She chased me around the room playfully and then down the street until we came to our small 2nd story flat somewhere a little ways outside of downtown of the city we were in. I was to go upstairs and get ready and she was going to join me in a bit. Then I just remember some flashes of intimacy and the sweet feeling of her fingertips through the tiny holes in the cage.

Eventually this dream turned into a more mundane one involving a long walk down a road with a blind man and a bear... I'm not sure what that one meant, but I was at least clothed for it!

This is day 9. I have read blogs of other men in chastity that last for months, or even over a year! I don't know if that would be very fun. I'm not a through and through submissive. Don't get me wrong, I am quite submissive, and I love the feeling of it! However it's not my permanent state of being. My lover and I are equals in life. I give myself to her as she gives herself to me, and we would have it no other way.

This month is worth every moment of frustration. In some ways though I think I would have done better to keep my mind off of sex if I didn't have this on. I thought I might get used to it and have more time for other things, but it seems I'm even more distracted by sexual thoughts than I was before! Just now, I can have no release.

I'll last, and I'll survive. This is just has a very interesting newness to it.

I get to see her again tonight. We're going over our vows. I can't wait.

8 days

When I first pressed closed the lock on my CB-6000 after fitting it last Sunday I was sure that I would have at least some reprieve from my confinement throughout the week.

That wasn't the case.

I saw my Lover a few times through the week, but never long enough, or in the right location to offer me a moment to let me 'breath.' When I was on my way to see her, part of me hoped that that might happen. That I might get a few moments to be able to be free of my confines. Though, when I actually was in her presence I was so thrilled to get to be with her that I mostly forgot about being locked away in chastity and was just overjoyed to be in the presence of Luchia.

It's been 8 days now that I've been locked away. I've been unable to touch myself except for the use of the hand held shower sprayer. It's a wonderful feeling, those warm jets of water, but they're not nearly enough to get me off. Just a comfortable tease!

I never thought I'd be able to last this long, but the CB is a comfortable fit. The sheath is still a bit long I think, but that hasn't been too much of a problem overall. And for anyone who thinks that I'm cheating, when I wake up with morning wood, it's just as confining as the CBs would be. I'm pressed hard up against the point where the cage curves down, and my balls are pulled tight away from my body.

The first few days this was painful and would wear on me. Now it's become one of the nicest parts of the day. A moment of erection. A sweet relief. Even some actual sensation against the skin of my shaft! Oh it's heavenly to wake up hard, to massage my sensitive balls in the morning.

My day to day life has been fairly normal now after I got used to moving about with the cage on. I can't bend over quite as well, or else I'll end up pinching things. I also have to be careful to cross my legs just so if I'm in public places, else people around me will see what to them might seem like a small erection of a very large flaccid penis! Not something I really want to be showing off in polite company. Although Luchia laughed a bit at this and seemed almost delighted to brush off what others might think when they were staring at me. "Nobody's looking at your crotch anyway." I hope she's right.

19 days to go before the night before the wedding. I don't know if I'll get free before then, but I suppose time will tell. To think about the coming days it seems like an eternity! However, looking back at the past 8, it's almost as though they all went by in an instant. Funny how time does that.

I just wished I Could be milked

I have never been so horny in my life. I don't think so anyway. Not since I was first discovering myself.

Wandering around town today I was rubbing against the seat of my truck. I find myself pressing into things constantly. Now that I'm at home I try to occupy myself with cleaning, projects that I need to get done, downloading music, dishes, ANYTHING, but my mind just keeps going back to sex.

Normally I have sex on the mind, but when I come the urge dissipates for a while anyway. right now I can't masturbate no matter how badly I want to, but my balls are heavy and full, and I can feel my insides yearning for some kind of release.

I didn't think it would be this difficult after only a WEEK!! I mean really? Am I that desperate? I feel like I'm a failure as a person for wanting sex SO BADLY! I'm typing in all caps for pete's sake.

I mean, how is it so easy for girls to go so long without sex? And I feel like other guys must be able to go more than a week. Am I just weak willed? I must be or else I wouldn't have needed the cage I suppose...

The cage is awesome, but it's also extremely frustrating. All I want is to cum! Just a little! I'd take precum!
The urge to get fucked has never been greater either. I enjoy anal penetration, sure, but right now I NEED it. Just the thought of sitting down on my Mistresses big cock and rocking back and forth on it makes my mouth water. Just the idea of resting the head of it inside of me right on my prostate and grinding down against it makes me strain against my constraints!

I need to find something to get my mind of of this. I made the agreement that I wouldn't cum unless I'm with her, and I promised long before that I wouldn't fuck myself with Mistress Luchia's cock unless I asked her first, so it's not going anywhere but back in the drawer (I just wanted to show you all.)

But wow do I wish it was in something else...

The good ol boys

I work with a lot of older men. Most of my coworkers are over 50.
I'm actually the youngest on the crew, at the age of 26. The next guy? 39.
These men interact in a particular way. There's a lot of poking fun of each other. Off colour remarks are common, as are insults about being unskilled, bad in bed, gay, or attracted to ugly women. All in all, things that are, unfortunately, considered "guy talk."

Today there were a lot of jokes directed towards one of my coworkers. He is big, buff, and black, and he's very proud of his one foot long penis! We've never seen it, but we've all heard stories that he's told, and heard the stories of women that he's been with. With all of his pride, he is very easy to get to. Tease him even a little and he get's all uppity!
Say he has a tiny penis and well... his stammering and resolute refusal of that being the truth is hilarious to watch.

What struck me today though is that while my coworker was being teased, here I was with my own cock stuck in a confining cage. If any of them had known what I was walking around with, I'm sure the teasing would have been directed in a much different direction.

I felt very exposed all day. My job today involved cleaning things in an old apartment unit, so I was on my knees for a good portion of the day. Nothing could have made me feel more self conscious though as when people would walk about behind me.

We ate a big lunch at a local restaurant. It was delicious, but I ate far too much! This came in handy though because as I was walking into the apartment afterwards I had to take a strange step in order to move my cage back into place so that I didn't pinch me so much.

I know that nobody can see anything. Nobody looks, nobody has noticed so far. I'm the only one that can tell a difference. "I can tell you ate too much! You're walking funny."
Yes, I 'ate too much.' That's it.

Tomorrow evening I get to see my Fiance. I can't wait.  It's hard to go so many days without being able to talk to her in person.

I'm also hoping that she will show me kindness, and grant me a few moments of freedom.