20.6.2015

My Queen is reading "The Assassin's Apprentice" same time she is applying bladder torture to me online. Only thirty pages left, she says. No peeing until the book is finished, and my bladder is on fire. Have I already mentioned I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world?

17.6.2015

My Queen made an unplanned stay-over visit at my place the other night. The visit was very romantic, erotic, hot and fun, in quite an perverse way.

Among other things she agreed to masturbate herself in front of me, something no woman hasn't ever done for me. I was surprised how... utterly beautiful it looked like, and I simply had to masturbate a bit as well, as I watched her. She seemed to find it rather amusing.

Naturally I didn't dare to do it very long, since I don't trust my nether regions at all anymore. Afterwards I sort of got excited and started planning things how mutual masturbation could work for both of us. Naturally for this to work it would mean we had ended the current cum ban, and started a series of shorter ones, lasting perhaps only few months or weeks.

My first idea was that I would have possibility to wank off and cum as long as long as my Queen hadn't orgasmed yet, as many times as I manage. This way my Queen would have more motivation to cum as soon as possibile, to prevent me getting too much enjoyment. And if she managed to cum just before my third of fourth ejaculation, too bad for me.

However, since I noticed orgasming in my presence took quite a while for her (usually, she says, she can orgasm in less than ten minutes) and I could have spurted my load in less than minute watching her, the procedure I described earlier seemed a bit unfair.

Therefore I came up with an idea that she could be given a head start, say five minutes, after which I would be allowed to start wanking off. If she manages to orgasm before I do, I'd had to stop, not matter whether I had orgasmed myself or not.

Naturally I'd have to spend the head start time by helping her to orgasm by caressing her and kissing her, as well as admiring her beauty, knowing that every second passing lessens my own possibility to get to cum. One can only imagine my confusion at that point.

Over time the head start could be increased, and hopefully she will come better at orgasming at my presence as well, making it less and less probable I get to cum. This could be done once a month, for example, and that would be my only chance to try to orgasm.

I described plans to my Queen, and she didn't declined, something I'm very pleased about. However, it is unknown when we will have to try the plans I described, at this point at least.

9.6.2015

Okay. I think it's official. The warm weather, sunshine and arrival of summer do have a strong connection with me being horny. The past few weeks or so my libido has been more or less dead. At the same time we've had the chilliest spring in Finland in a long while. Now we're experiencing the first warm summer days, in some degree at least, and all I think now is masturbating and cumming.

30.5.2015

My second experiment in achieving a over-sexual period after 74 days of without any kind of discharge doesn't seem to be as big success as the previous one. There's a constant pressure down there, but not the kind of half-crazy lust like the last time. Too bad. The summer is finally here, and all. Bummer.

27.5.2014

Hmmm. Time for a status update, I suppose. The thing is, I had an accidental ruined ejaculation again. This time, however, there's an upside to the matter, since my Queen was present at the time. She likes, I've lately noticed, to see me masturbate and edge for her, something I am very, very pleased about.

The incident itself was rather curious, however. When I happened I wasn't even touching my dick. It was very soft and limp at the moment, and I had let go of it five to ten seconds earlier. And even though I was very turned on from the masturbation that had lasted quite a while at that point, and from watching deep into my Queen's eyes as I did it, I wasn't even near the edge, in my opinion.

Nevertheless, suddenly it just... started. The orgasmic build-up in my balls begun, grew, and then, with me completely unable to do anything to stop it, and holding my Queen tight, sperm started to spurt out of my limp penis. There was three or four lazy spurts and there I was, completely baffled about what had just happened.

I wasn't the only one who was baffled, though. As the incident took place, my Queen was totally clueless what was happening, since this was the first time I ejaculated in her presence, and it was far from what she knew male orgasm looked like. I don't blame her, Just think of it: me looking at her, in complete silence, my eyes wide open, with a look of astonishment and horror on my face.

My cum, my Queen commented later on, was apparently very clear and watery, not the thick white stuff she expected to see. I don't doubt that at all. After all, there had been two and half months since the last "discharge", and it's very probable my ejaculation had very little actual sperm in it.

Afterwards I was naturally shocked, ashamed, mad at myself and not knowing what to think about the whole thing. My Queen wasn't at all mad, however, which made the whole thing much easier to bear. She even said that me being so ashamed was something very cute to look at.

Also, if everything goes the way it did last time, I should have in front of me a couple of very torturous weeks, as my testicles start, as one of my friends put it, "to churn new stuff that wants out".

I can't help but to wonder, however, the logic and mechanism my testicles seem to be working with. What I experienced shouldn't be possible. It almost feels as if, considering the length of my chastity period, my libido has journeyed somewhere where the laws of normal anatomy do not apply anymore.

10.5.2015

Last night my girlfriend (aka my Queen) and I reached an important milestone in our relationship. That is to say, we watched "Star Trek" together.

Even though many of you may see this as something amusing, it had a great importance for me. One could even see it as a crucial "girlfriend test". Naturally, not wanting her to fail it, I mentioned this to her, and she seemed genuinely amused by my nervousness.

The episode I chose was "The Emissary" from TNG and I'm glad to say she passed the test. At least she didn't say it was the most boring thing she had ever seen, and she said she would be willing to watch some more later. In my book that's passing.

7.5.2015

I just realized. The First of May celebration, which itself is a huge thing over here, marked not only the first full calendar month I've been in chastity controlled by my Queen, but also the full eighteen months of chastity. Eighteen months. That's exactly one and a half years. And I didn't even realize it at the time. This is so embarrassing.