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Happy new year everyone! Well, it’s February already… Time really flies, but frustration always remains when your hotwife keeps you locked in chastity.

Not much has happened since the last update, but I thought about writing an entry since I feel so horny and frustrated right now. The good news is: we started getting intimate again! But: permanent chastity…

As mentioned before, my wife and I thought about exploring findom more, and since I already hand her a specific amount of money monthly, we thought to make the most out of it and accompany the money handing with humiliation. Well that lasted for a little bit but it eventually wore out. She wanted more. She wanted physical affection.

At that time, it’s been quite a while since I was let out of chastity. I mean we just went through Locktober and No Nut November. I was really due for a large nut. We had quite a romantic night outside, and when we got home we started making out. It was almost as if she forgot I was her slave and looked at me like her husband who she’d used to fuck on a daily basis.

She reached out to grab my cock, when the hard steel reminded her of who I really was. She grinned as she asked “so it’s been a while hasn’t it?” I told her it felt like ages. She thought about it and said “eat me well and I’ll think about letting you out!”

I have never eaten her so passionately in my life. I really went all in because I was so frustrated, and she let me do it. I tried new different ways of licking and sucking her. Anything wha I could think of. I was hungry, devouring her like she was the first meal I had in months. She loved it. I went fast and slow, alternating to let pressure build up until she finally exploded in my mouth. I could tell she was due for a while too.

I sat down near her pussy, looking up at her with puppy eyes. She smiled down and said “You never pleased me so passionately before. I think chastity is working.” It felt a little weird. I agree that I was super passionate that time, but that was also probably me being so frustrated that I couldn’t have my wife in so long, while she had other guys. It wasn’t just chastity, it was the idea that I wanted to prove myself to her. I wanted to show her that I can please her more than the others. And I really didn’t want her to go to another guy anymore.

She looked at me and said “I’ll let you out if you agree to permanent chastity. You might never get milked again.” I was so frustrated I said yes, begging her to keep me as her slave forever. “But if I let you out you’ll never learn to live without cumming. You will expect a release every time I cum. I want you to only feel pleasure from pleasing me.” I whimpered. I felt like my world was about to break. But my only instinct was to tightly hug her. She kissed me on the cheek as we went to bed together. That night I couldn’t sleep. My cock kept bouncing against her ass and she let me. I leaked precum but never came.

It’s been that way since. And I’ve honestly learned to live with it. Permanent chastity doesn’t mean never opening the cage. We open it on a weekly basis for cleaning. I know I’ve done a year fully locked in this cage, but it’s so much easier to open it and lock back after cleaning. Permanent chastity is more about commitment.

I’ve gotten used to not cumming. I mean many people don’t cum for years (at least girls) so it’s nothing new. In my day to day life, I no longer feel aroused or randomly hard when seeing girls. I can watch porn or see hot pics, and I will obviously appreciate the content that I am seeing, but I’m no longer uncontrollably getting hard because I know it is useless. It also feels “wrong” as my partner isn’t there with me.

The moments when I am getting incredibly hard and frustrated is when my wife asks me to eat her out. I’m getting more and more passionate, and I am actually enjoying every single moment of it! It’s like all the tension and frustration built up is being channeled through my tongue onto her pussy. She absolutely loves it and I’m getting a lot of pleasure from it as well, even though I’m not touching my dick at all.

I feel in a special place. Having been denied pussy for so long makes it feel really special even when my tongue touches it. I no longer “wish” to be in her, just so that I can maintain this feeling of missing her pussy (if it makes sense). Her girl friends know about our situation and laugh when they see me, but I always feel a spark of envy in the air, like they wish their men would be so passionate about them.

I’d honestly say that my wife is one of those rare cases where she is married, has a child, and is super wild, very well sexually pleased, and well taken care of. On top of that she gets monthly payments from me and is allowed to hookup with others, even though I wish she wouldn’t. How many other married mothers can say they have that? I guess not many. And all of that came at the little expense of permanently denying her husband any sexual release. I mean, I’d say she struck a good deal.

Here are some photos from her most recent tinder date. I don't know why she wore that sexy dress if it ended up coming off anyways.

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