This is a surprise to no one. ;-)
Yes, it has been re-set. And here’s why:
On Friday afternoon, Husband turned up at home at 2:30 in the afternoon, and told me to pack an overnight bag. He then whisked me off to a nearby Hilton resort. We spent several hours doing all manner of lovely, dirty things with each other, and then lounged away the evening drinking champagne in bed.
You bet your ass he got to come. ;-)
See? This is a perfect example of how there is room in this kink for everyone. Each man in chastity and his own keyholder decide for themselves precisely how the kink plays out for them.
In our case, Husband enjoys orgasms as much as he ever did. He is willing to forgo them for my amusement and control, but he does have lively expectation of future orgasms and the great delight they bring to us both.
This, again (and to be clear, because it sometimes seems that unless one mentions every tiny thing, someone else uses it as an opportunity to put forth their own particular interpretation of the kink as the “one true way”), for us, is part of our very personal play with each other. To be sure, it is a lifestyle for us, which makes it all the more delicious and relationship-enhancing, as we are engage in playful, erotic behaviour all the time. Sometimes it’s more active than other times, but during times when we are unable to be alone and naked together, we still share a kinky secret.
Everyone is free and welcome to define and manifest their chastity experience in whatever way they choose. And you are not wrong.
… unless you and your keyholder decide so.
Wishing you all much-aroused delight,
Last Thursday, I had my makeup done at a department store cosmetic event. Whilst enjoying the attention, and several glasses of champagne, I got incredibly horny — I’m an attention whore; it’s not particularly surprising. It was somewhat around noon, so I texted Husband at work: “I’m going to be pretty, and I should be taken out.” He wanted to know if I had anything particular in mind. My response went thusly: “In my daydream, you turn up here at the store to drink champagne with me, buy me presents, take me out to a decadent late lunch, and then take me home to fuck me.” He replied, “I’m on my way.”
My Dearest Darling does nothing by half-measures. He bought me all the things I wanted, took me to my favourite lunching restaurant, treated me to dessert at Godiva, then took me home and fucked me in all the ways I needed.
When I control Husband’s orgasms, we’re both better off.
I love you, My Darling!