My first post here

[Madden]

Denial Challenge: Day 7

Random erections all over the place yesterday, and even worse today. Damned penis reminds me of when I was in high school, it gets hard when the wind blows. We went out for lunch, when the young, skinny waitress, who wasn't wearing a bra, leaned over to take my order, I got a nice cleavage shot. It was instant mahogany, I swear if I had shifted in my seat, the sensation of moving would have been enough to end my period of denial.

Everywhere I looked at the grocery store there were women bent over. I am so horny! OK on to the task of the day. Confess my deepest, darkest fantasy. And only touch for a total of 60 minutes.

Between bathroom breaks, and my mornings wood (man it felt so nice to play with it) I've used up most of my my touch time, so I'll save the rest for tonight's shower, and make sure I'm nice and clean. Now onto fantasies. Hmm... Wondering if I'd really be willing to suck a dick, is a pretty good one. So is wondering what it feels like to lay there on your stomach, with someone on top of you, using your body for their pleasure, unsure of when it will end. But those are pretty tame. I've a couple of recurring fantasy that have often served as good one handed inspiration.

About 25 years ago, I used to catch strep throat, every year, twice a year in May, usually for my birthday, and in October, just before Halloween. It became such a regular event, that I could just call my doctor and she'd phone in a prescription for me...

A week after I call for the prescription, I get a phone call “Mr Madden, this is Nancy calling from Dr Gordon's office.” “How are you feeling today.” “Much better, Thank you” I reply. Nancy tells me that the reason for the call is that while updating my medical file, they noticed that it has been several years, since I had a complete physical exam. I point out that other than the two cases of strep, and a couple of colds a year, I am healthy as a horse.

“That's great” she says, “ but regular exams allow us to catch problems, long before they get out of hand, and this makes it easier to keep you healthy.” She adds “Dr Gordon, would like to schedule you for an exam at 9am this Thursday.” I reluctantly agree. “Great she says, we'll look forward to seeing you then. Remember not to eat or drink anything after midnight, the day before.” “I will” I reply.

Thursday morning, I arrive at the office 15 minutes early. I am the third person to arrive, and am immediately led into an exam room. The nurse instructs me to disrobe completely, and apologizes that because the laundry delivery isn't until Noon, they are out of gowns. “It shouldn't be an issue” she points out, because gowns usually don't remain on the patient very long during a physical.

Quickly I undress, and sit on the paper covered table, awaiting the doctor. Dr Gordon enters. Looking at my chart, she wishes me a happy belated birthday, expressing sympathy that I got the gift of strep throat for my happy day. I shrug it off. She picks up my chart, and asks me a series of questions about my general health, The looking at me, she says “If you're ready, we can begin the exam now.” I nod my head yes.

The doctor touching her thumb to her lower lips, apologizes for any awkwardness, the lack of a gown is about to cause. The first step, she explains, is to head over to the lab, for height, weight, and blood pressure checks. After which, they will take a blood and urine sample. I shake it off, and a nurse leads me naked down the hall to the lab area. I have to wait in line with two naked females ahead. I try not to stare as one at a time they step on the scale, and have their height checked. They then sit in a chair where the nurse check their blood pressure, and draws a vial of blood. She then hands each one a cup and points them to the restroom. With the ladies out of the way, The process is repeated on me, as the two naked people behind me stand watching and awaiting their turn. After peeing in the cup, I am led back to the exam room.

The doctor returns, she uses the scope to look in my eyes, ears, nose, and throat. Setting aside the scope, she runs her fingers along my throat, feeling my glands. Next she listens to my heart and breathing, before asking me to lie back on the table.

Starting with the fingers of my right hand she examines up one arm, across my chest, and down the other. Next she squeezes and twists each my nipples, before continuing down my body. After running her hands along my abdominal muscles, she presses on my stomach, palpitating my internal organs. When asked, I indicate that I feel no discomfort, she asks me to sit up, and raise my right leg. Starting at the toes, she examines every inch up to my hips, and repeats the process on the left leg.

Dr Gordon, then asks me to stand and turn around. Starting at the top of my head, she quickly examines my neck, back, an lower body. As she pauses, I hear a stool being rolled across the room, followed by the snap of rubber gloves being put on. “Now” she says, “If you'll turn around, I'll check you for a hernia.” Turning around, I notice that she is sitting on the stool, with her face inches away from my crotch. She cupping my testicles with one hand, she lifts them out of the way and pushes two fingers from her other hand into the cavity behind them telling me to cough. Switching hands, she repeats the process on the other side. I struggle to stop it, fail, and apologize as my penis begins to harden. “Relax” She says, “It happens all the time, if not now, then during the next part of the exam.”

“We're almost done” She smiles, asking me to sit back down on the table. Pushing the stool away and rising, she adjusts the back of the table, so that I am in a semi-reclined position. She tells me that state law requires another person in the room for this part of the exam, she calls a male nurse into the room. She introduces him as David.

With David in the room, the doctor, pulls out the stirrups of the exam table instructing me to place my feet in them, and slid down closer to the end. I comply, embarrassed, to be in such an exposed position. “Just lean back and close your eyes.” She tells me, “and this will be over in a few minutes.” I comply. Hearing the sound of a pair of rubber gloves being applied. I am shocked as I feel a hand grasp my right testicle and begin squeezing and rolling it around between it's fingers. I grunt at the rough handling, and am told to relax we're almost done. The process is repeated, on my left nut.

Releasing my testicle, her fingers grasp the shaft of my penis. She begins to roughly squeeze and manipulate her finger along the length. Enjoying this part of the exam, I lean back, closing my eyes. When she reaches the head, she gives it a firm squeeze. I am brought back reality, and let out a loud yelp, when I feel a burning sensation inside my penis. Opening my eyes, I stare in horror as the doctor inserts a long cotton swab into my urethra. Sternly she says “Mr Madden, We have other patients here, if you cannot refrain from yelling, I will be forced to gag you.” she continues “The swab is to test for STD's, Now stop being such a baby!”

As the swab is pushed the deeper, a second yelp escapes my mouth. “David, would you please gag Mr Madden?” the doctor asks. “With pleasure ma’am” replies he replies. I watch in shocked horror, as David removes his scrubs and straddles the exam table. Before my eyes hangs a semi-erect penis the size of a Hickory farms “Yard o' Beef” I clench my jaw shut as it's head is placed against my lips. “Open” says David. I shake my head no. Dr Gordon, grabs my nuts giving them a good squeeze. As a moan of pain escapes me, the head of Davids cock slides into my mouth.
She says “If he bites you, David, feel free to test his gag reflex.” David smiles and pushes further into my mouth, stopping only when the tip hits the back of my throat. He smiles “If I feel teeth, you get the other 4 inches.” I shudder as the swab is twisted and withdrawn. “OK” grins Dr Gordon, “all that's left is the prostate exam and we'll be finished”.

I feel a cold sensation, as lube is applied to my anus, followed by a stretching, burning feeling as a finger invades my opening. “Relax” orders the doctor, “Some men enjoy this” The finger moves around and is pulled almost out, only to thrust back deeper into me. I feel the sudden urge to urinate as it hits my bladder. The finger is withdrawn, and I hear a drawer slide open. Dr. Gordon tells David “I'm going to use the electronic anal probe, to extract a sperm sample. While I do that, go ahead and test his gag reflex.”

David thrusts his hips forward. I choke as the monster cock slides down my throat. Feeling my anus being stretched again as the probe penetrates me. When David begins to fuck my throat, Dr Gordon compliments me on having good control over my gag reflex. David begins to moan, and I feel the probe pushing against my prostate. “Let me know when you're ready to cum David, and I'll turn on the probe.” He grunts “Now!” and with a final thrust, buries his cock in my mouth, I feel his pubic hairs against my nose. As his cock begins to spasm, and his sperm shooting down my throat, the doctor turns the probe on. I feel a tingle deep inside, my cock begins to spasm, and cum spurts from my body.

Gasping for breath, I fall back against the table, as both David and the probe are withdrawn from my body. Is it possible to feel violated and ashamed, while at the same time looking forward to next years exam?

[arthurb]

The nurses are getting ready... http://youtu.be/1tiwd2qatMs

[Madden]

The nurses are getting ready... http://youtu.be/1tiwd2qatMs

Thanks arthurb, that's just the kind of stuff I don't need to see on a "No touch" day X)


Denial Challenge: Day 8

It's Sunday, time for my one week weight check. I get naked, and hop on the scale...292.6 <Smiles> I've lost 5 pounds, just by cutting out sugar and processed foods. I wrap the tape measure around my gut, It's still 53”. Oh well, baby steps.

I reported most of my erections on yesterdays post. I had two more, last night. One while watching “That Metal Show” and one right before humping my pillow. I humped her right to the edge, wishing I could go all the way, but I stopped and went to sleep.

The task for today is to post a picture of an outfit, I think is sexy, and to give a description of my sexy outfit. I can touch while looking, but not after posting the pictures.

I'll start with my outfit. I've always been a simple person, when it comes to clothing. Most days, I'll be barefoot, wearing shorts and a colored t shirt. When I go out, I'll wear a nice polo shirt, and either jeans or khaki dockers. With either a pair of tennis shoes, or my beat up old cowboy boots. I've had the boots for over 15 years, and they're starting to show their age. Not as bad as my last pair though. They lasted 22 years, before the threads rotted out, and they fell apart. I had to replace the heal once and have the resoled twice. Before I finally threw them away, my little toe had worn a hole through the leather. Man I miss them boots.

If I could add one item to my wardrobe, it would be a knee length leather jacket, like the one Malcolm Reynolds wore in “Firefly” Nothing says sexy, like wearing 40 pounds of dead cowhide on your back.

When it comes to sexy female attire, I think all that fetish wear is nice, but for just plain sexy you can't beat a denim skirt, and a white t shirt. If you want to send me over the top add a pair of silk stockings and high heels.










Now those to me are sexy as hell.

[Madden]

Denial Challenge: Day 9

With the exception of last nights pillow humping, I did not have any erections. I was feeling kind of lazy last night, so I lay on my back, with the pillow on top of me. I grasp it's hips...err... sides, and let it ride me for a change. It was a good 10 minutes of really pleasant thrusting, before I got to the edge, stopped and put the precum soaked pillow, under my head.

Laying there in silent frustration, I waited for the erection to go away, and sleep to take me. The last few nights, I've been having really weird, vivid dreams. They say that everybody dreams, but sometimes I'm not sure that I do. These have not only been full color dreams, but with sound. This morning I dreamed that an old girlfriend was singing to me, I wish I could have seen where that was going, but I was rudely awakened by the trash truck.

The task for today is... Infinite Ladder Edging. I'm to climb as high as I can, one way, increasing the holds by 5 seconds, per rung. As I read the task, I can tell that I'm just not into it today. It's supposed to start snowing tonight and go on till Wednesday. They are forecasting 6 – 12 inches of snow, with ice accumulations as well. This is the type of storm that shuts completely shuts our city down. On top of that, the ice usually knock out our power. The last time it happened we were powerless for 4 days. Before that it was 9 days. I've got a gas grill, so we can still cook, and a gas water heater, so we can take hot showers, but it sucks to sit in the dark for 9 nights, shivering to keep warm.

I decided to wait until after lunch to begin my edging, so I killed some time this morning, reading the Forum. I wanted to try the “Guide Me” program, rather than use a stopwatch, but when I tried to download it, the site told me my browser was out of date, and wouldn't let me. I tried to update the browser, but after a 2 hour download, the installer crashed. Giving up I tried again with Firefox. It too was out of date, and could not connect with the update server. Stopwatch it is.

While searching for an alternative program, I found this site: http://mistressmarieandherslave.blogspot.com/, and while reading it, I am overcome with feelings of jealousy, If only I could find someone like that! Someone willing to take control of my day to day life. I love my wife, but wish she were more into playing sexual games. The few times she'd tried to tease and torment me, she gets bored and stops because her had gets tired. We have a nice hand held massager, but she doesn't like the vibrating feeling in her hands. On the rare occasions that we actually have sex (last year she stopped taking birth control pills, so I bought a 12 pack of condoms. I was way too optimistic, there's still 8 of them in the pack.) “A little boy and his dad are standing in front of the condom rack, the boy asks why the come in different size packages. The dad points, this is a 3 pack, it's for weekend sex. One for Friday, one for Saturday, and one for Sunday. Next he points to a 7 pack, this is for grownups there's one for each day of the week. Finally he points to the twelve pack. This, he says is the married man pack, One for January, one for February, one for March...

Even when she was on the pill she'd never follow through with any of her creampie promises. If she was on top when I came, she'd roll off, cover up, and go to sleep. When we did it Missionary or with me standing, after I came, she'd claim to be too sensitive for me to lick and go to sleep. Shrugs, too bad for me.

After reading the blog, I was motivated enough to give the ladder a try. I grabbed my stopwatch, went into the guest room, and closed the door to keep the cats out. Getting naked, I lay down and started to stroke. Twice I've been able to hold an edge for 100 seconds, so I was hoping to hit rung 20.

The first edge took a few minutes. Going up in 5 instead of 10 second increments, the first 5 rungs, were almost like riding a continuous edge. On rung 9, during the 45 second hold, I lost my erection. The pattern was similar to the other two times I've tried ladder edging.

During the hold for rung 16, I got the “need to urinate” feeling, so during the rest, I ran to the bathroom. I did rungs 17 and 18 standing in front of the mirror, before heading back to the bed. Rung 19 had me thinking about how much I'd like to cum. The hold for rung 20 felt so good, that I decided that I really needed to see what it would feel like to hold an edge for two minutes.

Rung 21 brought back the dull throbbing in my groin, I haven't had that in two days, I think I might have missed it (sick bastard!). Rung 22 and again I feel the need to pee. I do rung 23 in front of the bathroom mirror, and am amazed, riding the edge for that long, feels almost as good as a full blown orgasm, but still I'd sure like to come!

Rung 24 had me panting, It felt so good, that I almost pushed the edge too far, had to stop touching for a moment, to keep from going all the way over. Happy that I made the 2 minute mark, I try the next rung. Halfway through the hold, once again, I almost go too far. I get it back under control, and finish the hold.

Having now come close to losing it twice, and not wishing to prematurely end this challenge, I decide that rung 25 is as far as I can safely go today. I'm sure that I'm not even close to the others that completed this challenge, and hope that If she's reading this, the Princess, is not too scornful of my feeble attempt. In my defense, I'd like to point out, that this is the longest I have ever gone without an orgasm, and that 11 days ago, I had never even thought to try edging.

Hopefully, tomorrow, I'll be able to post a report on the next days task. If I should disappear for a few days, It's not because I quit, It's because the ice storm knocked out my electricity.

[Madden]

Denial Challenge: Day 10

First my daily erection report. I was rock hard while reading the task for the day, the entire time I was reading Mistress Maria's site, twice in the shower (once wondering if I'll get to have sex, if my wife has a snow day, and the second time while wondering if I'll get any on Valentines day.) Lately, I've been asking myself, if the opportunity presented itself, would I abandon the challenge, for a chance at actual sex. The answer, I'm not sure.

Later I got hard thinking about humping my pillow. 3 times during the night, I was awakend by the sensation of my dick twitching against the blankets. Finally I was hard again at 7:30 when I got out of bed.

The task for today is to find a picture that speaks to me, and to write about how it inspires me. For my picture, I chose:



It is called “Sun Burning Over Phoenix” It reminds me of one of the happiest times in my life. From 1985 to 1988 I lived in Phoenix Arizona. Now some people complain about the heat there, but I thrived on it. Summers are blazing, it's not unusual to see 120 degrees. It really is hot enough to cook an egg on the sidewalk. I saw it done, the toughest part is standing on the sidewalk long enough to cook the egg. You can feel the heat buring its way through the soles of your shoes.

I worked, from 3pm to 11:30pm for a car rental company at the airport. 90% of that time was spent outside, meeting and greeting customers. While others complained about the heat, I chose to embrace it. A little something I learned is that anything over 100 degrees is just hot. You can tell when it hits 110, because your eyes start to dry out. This means, if you don't let the weatherman get inside your head, 100 degrees feels pretty much the same to your body as 130, you just dry out faster.

On the way home from work, my friends and I would stop at one of the airport hotels, where we'd take turns buying $3.00 pitchers of beer. It wasn't drinking to get drunk, just drinks and smokes with friends. The hotel bars were open all night, so sometimes we'd still be there at 5am. As we walked to our cars, the air would be noticeably cooler. Sometimes it would drop down to 90 degrees, but if you walked near a concrete wall you could still feel the heat radiating from it.

If I took the back way home, I would end up driving through the mountains, and many a morning I was gifted with a view very similar to the picture. Imagine if you can, driving down the road, the windows rolled down, soaking in the crisp, relatively cool morning air, as your car rounds a curve in the road, you look to your right, and glimpse the first rays of the sun as it breaks above the horizon. Some mornings it was so beautiful, that I pulled my car off the road, sat on the hood, and just watched as that big orange ball of fire rose in the sky. As the sun climbs higher, you can begin to feel the warmth of it's rays reaching out to caress your face.

In the fall of 1988, I made the foolish decision to give up that beauty, and move back east to help take care of my aging grandparents. If I were still single, I think I'd have moved back to the desert years ago.

[Madden]

Denial Challenge: Day 11

First the erection report. I got a raging stiffy, at 2pm. I was in the chat room when I got a PM:
Mistress: Hi
Me: Hello
Mistress: How are you?
Me: Fine and yourself?
Mistress: I'm good, thank you.
Mistress: Are you a mistress
Me: no, just a regular guy.
Mistress: Are you a slave?
Me: No (It this point, I became so nervous that my body started shaking)
Me: But I'd like to try it sometime.
Mistress: Oh, how long have you been in the lifestyle?
Me: I've only been on this site for two weeks. I'm experimenting with T&D for the first time ever.
Mistress: Nice.
Mistress: Would you like to do a session?
(long pause as my heart leaps into my throat. My hands are shaking so bad, I can barely type)
Me: Sorry having trouble typing, I'm shaking.
Mistress: Shaking?
Me: I think it's nervous excitement
Mistress: So you are interested.
(At this point I'm hard enough to cut diamonds)
Me: As long as I don't cum, and you don't mind stopping if my wife comes home.
Mistress:OK age and location?
Me: 46, North Carolina
Mistress: Can you pay?
Me: Sorry, I'm a pathetic unemployed loser.
Mistress left the room

My excitement deflated in an instant, how rude, you could at least say goodbye! Hell, even if I could pay, I'm not about to give my CC# to someone I just met in a chat room. I'm horny, not stupid. Two more erections while watching people play games in chat, one in the shower while rinsing off with the hand held shower head. And of course I woke with the usual, albeit more leaky than usual, morning wood.

Yesterday, we received about two inches of snow, but the concrete surfaces were warm enough, that they remained clear. The bulk of the storm isn't going to arrive until midday today. It's really coming down right now. If we're lucky it will remain all snow. If the band shifts to the north, It will change over to freezing rain, and then the fun will really begin.

The wife stayed home from work, with a really nasty cold. This of course means that I will end up catching it, just in time for the weekend.

The task for today is 1,234 slow, lingering strokes, to be done in any increments. The catch is that when stroking, you need to have as many clothes pins as you can fit attached to your balls. After finishing the strokes, I am to line up the pins in a “zipper”, on my inner thighs and edge 10 times, when hitting the final edge, I'm to rip the zipper free.
I don't have any clothes pins. What I do have are 5 bag clips, but these aren't your ordinary bag clip. These look like 3 inch long alligator clips, complete with serrated teeth. I've used them once as nipple clamps, and by the time I removed them, my nipples were a stinging, tingling, make you squirm in your seat mass of hypersensitive flesh. The quality of pain they cause, should be more than enough to offset their meager quantity.

Because the wife is home sleeping, I don't have the usual freedom of cavorting naked around the house. I collect the clips and head to the bathroom. I apply the clips, wincing slightly as the teeth begin to dig into my scrotum. With the final clip applied, I begin to stroke. I plan on doing a stroke every 2 seconds, and going as long as I can, hoping to do the 1234 strokes in two sessions.

I hit stroke 500, and I am leaking a steady stream of precum, but realize that the stinging discomfort from the clips is enough to keep me from edging, so I press on. It takes about 50 minutes, but I successfully complete all 1,234 strokes in one session. Now it's time to remove the clips. Opening them, I find that I have to physically remove the bits of scrotum, that they were clamped to, because the teeth are stuck in the skin. There is a moment of pain as the flesh is removed, but over all it hurts less than a slap to the balls.

Lacking enough clips to do both thighs at the same time, I decide that I will edge 10 times with the clips on my right inner thigh, and then do 10 more with them on my left. Talk about a comedy of errors. I feed the cats, and put dinner in the oven. I go to the bathroom, get naked, hook the clips onto my right thigh, and start to stroke. As I near the first edge, my cellphone rings. I throw some shorts on (they're long enough to cover the clips) and rush to get the phone. It's my mom, making sure we're alright. I tell her we're fine, we've only gotten about 5 inches of snow. She tells me she'll call Friday night to tell us how much snow they get in New Jersey.

I get off the phone, go back to the bathroom, drop my shorts and start again, I'm ready to go, so the first edge comes quickly. I wait 15 seconds, and start again. The fekking phone rings again, I pull up my pants, and answer it. This time it's my dad, he's on his way home from work. He likes to listen to our local am news talk station, even though he lives 500 miles away. When he heard how bad things are, he decided to call, to make sure we're alright. 10 minutes later, I'm back in the bathroom.

The clips have been biting into my inner thigh for almost 30 minutes now, and I still need to edge 10 times. 15 minutes later, I hit the tenth and final edge, and rip the clips off. Some people say that a zipper hurts, I felt a momentary sting, and as my dick twitched, and leaked. The sting was followed by a sense of relief. After 45 minutes the damn clips were finally off my thigh.

Figuring that I had suffered enough pain from the clips, to satisfy the spirit of the task, rather than apply them to the left thigh and edge 10 more times, I instead, gave myself 5 good slaps to the balls and called it a day.

This afternoon, I laid down on the sofa to read, and the sound of the falling snow made my sleepy. I put the book down, and took a short nap. This is the first time in 11 days, that I didn't sleep naked. It felt odd, lying there with everything tucked up, where it's supposed to be.

[DellaRoss]

did that conversation happen in the Milo chat? B/c I am pretty sure that the mods would love to hear the name of someone trolling our chat for idiots to steal the CC#'s of.

[Madden]

did that conversation happen in the Milo chat? B/c I am pretty sure that the mods would love to hear the name of someone trolling our chat for idiots to steal the CC#'s of.

First: Yes it did happen in Milo chat. If anyone wants her name, let me know.
Second: I can't believe someone is actually reading these posts.

Denial Challenge: Day 12

I'll begin with the erection report. Once during my nap, twice while watching television, once while catching up on the forum (It makes me sad that I didn't get to play this gave live. The interaction the last few days has been unreal.) I woke up twice hard, the second time I was grinding against the sheets, it's a good thing I did wake up because things were about to ger messy. I also got one, when I was cleaning the snow off the cars. I was watching the sexy red head from next door. She was helping some kids clean up her driveway. I've always found her attractive, but doubly so today.

To switch thing up last night, I humped my pillow doggy style, while I looked out the window at the falling snow. I imagine it was a scene similar to many Canadian bedrooms on Hockey Night in Canada (a Canadian friend once asked “Why do Canadian women like it doggy style? It's so both partners can watch the hockey game.). Humping my pillow has felt so good, that if I'm not careful, it's going to end up pregnant. That's all I need, a bunch of little throw pillows running around the house!

Because I'm on the shitlist, every day for the rest of the challenge, I have to get a random number between 50 and 200. This is number of times I get to “swat my naughty little ass” Drum roll please... Going to Random.org...The number is 134. I will be enjoying? 134 smacks with a wooden spoon.

After completing the spanking, I can move on to the task of the day, which is to check my erection log from yesterday. For each of the 4 erections, I have to do and edge and then melt an ice cube on the head of my dick. For extra fun we pitiful souls on the shit list also get to stuff an ice cube up our ass for each of the erections.

Outside, the snow continues to fall, we're up to 8 inches, luckily, the ice seems to have held off. It changes to sleet about 3am, the sound of it hitting the roof, woke me. Yesterday around 2pm I shoveled the sidewalk and driveway, this morning you can't even tell.

The constantly running heat has caused the skin on my feet to dry out. While shoveling, I managed to split both my heals and the ball of my right foot. They're only 1/4 inch cracks, but man do they hurt.

At 4pm the snow finally stopped, and the sun came out. I spent an hour re-shoveling the drive and walk, and cleaning off the cars.

Because of the time, the fact that my arms are cramping from all the shoveling, and thatthe wife is home, I will be unable to administer the spanking today, so I will add the 134 to whatever I get tomorrow. I did manage to complete the rest of the task. I have to say that it was one of the strangest, and most uncomfortable things I've ever done.

I started out by inserting 4 ice cubes into my arsehole, the first slid right in. The second was slippery, and fought me, until I was able to finger it into the hole. The third one slid in easily, but the fourth one was uncomfortable. I could feel it clicking against the others as it slid into place.

With the final cube inserted, it felt like I was getting frostbite from the inside out. I began to stroke, but the cold made it difficult to concentrate on edging. When it finally did arrive. I stopped stroking, scooped up a cube and began rubbing in in small circles on the head. My erection vanished rather quickly, in fact, my entire penis vanished as it shrunk, trying to crawl back inside my body.
As the ice cube slowly melted, the icy water from the cubes inside me began to slowly trickle out, running down the back of my leg. I'm not very well endowed on the best of days, but trying to stroke my shrunken penis, was more like rubbing a woman’s clit. With persistence I was able to finally coax him out of my body, and as he hardened, quickly hit the next edge. I grabbed another ice cube, and started rubbing. It felt like hours before, it melted, and I could once again try to pump some warmth into my tiny, frost bitten penis.

With two more still to go, I stroke for all its worth, and finally he begins to show signs of life. The edge hits pretty fast. Way too fast, knowing that there is another chunk of frozen water at the end of it. I begin icing down the head, and have to laugh. I stood over the sink so the melting ice would drip into it instead of onto the floor. As the water runs across the tip, it is mixing with the leaking precum, and falling in a continuous strand, it reminds me of one of those key chains made up of linked balls. There is a water droplet, a strand of mixed fluids, and another droplet, all the way to the bottom of the sink.

The ice cube is finally gone, and I begin to stroke toward my final edge. When it arrives, I melt the last cube, and sit on the toilet, to get rid of the ice water enema, that has been freezing my insides for the last 20 minutes.

Melting the cubes on my penis, wasn't too bad, but I hope it's a long time before I have to put another ice cube inside me.

[Madden]

Reporting for Punishment

On the way back from breakfast, I was intercepted by a guard, and told to report to the Task Master for snow removal duties. In the Master's office I was told that the Princess found the falling snow offensive, and that I was to remove it. I was instructed to clear a path from the castle entrance to the carriage house, and then from the carriage house to the main road. The work was backbreaking. While I shoveled, the snow continued to fall. With darkness fast approaching, I finished removing the bulk of the old snow. Turning around, I note that falling snow, has already begun to recover my work area. I shake my head, hoping that another subject will be selected to repeat my task in the morning.

I return to the dining hall, for a quick meal, bathe, and fall into bed exhausted. 9 hours later, I awake with aching arms, and a hungry belly. I dress, and head out to get some breakfast. Closing my chamber door, I notice a note tacked to it. I read the note, and am horrified! I was to report for punishment, yesterday, no later than 2pm. All thoughts of breakfast vanish as I sprint to the Punishment Room, hoping that yesterday's hard labor will excuse my failure to appear.

Arriving at my destination, I check in with the secretary, informing her of the reason for my late appearance. She scoffs, telling me that a proper subject would have seen the note, and reported to the room instead of going to sleep. I am sent down the hall, to the chambers of the Mistress of Punishment.

The Mistress greets me with an icy voice. “Ah subject Madden, I am so very happy, that you have finally chosen to grace us with your presence.” I am told to remove my clothes, fold them, and to neatly place them on a table. “Now” says the Mistress, “I want you to take a coin from the bowl, place it against the wall, and use your nose to hold it in place.” I comply, and am further informed not to let the coin fall.

Behind me, I hear the rustle of papers. The Mistress clucks “subject Madden, you really are a colossal screw up.” “It says here that you entered the Kingdom without permission. That when granted permission to remain, by our magnanimous ruler, you failed to properly fill out the paperwork.” She laughs “I cannot believe, that I am just now getting to meet you!” “Oh I see, the Princess chose to punish you herself. Hmm kneeling on grains of rice, picking them up one at a time while repeating a corrective mantra, followed by a blow to your testicles for each and every grain.” “The Princess can be far too lenient at times.”

The Mistress continues “As a reward for the Princess's leniency, on the very first task, you fail to achieve an edge, even though the Princess has given you 40 strokes, with which to do so.” “As corrective punishment, you were told to palm yourself for 5 minutes?” “What kind of punishment is that? You screw up and are allowed to pleasure yourself for 5 minutes.”

“When later, given an opportunity to get back on the Princess's good side, you once again fail!” “All you had to do was edge yourself, as many times as you wanted to. But you couldn't even do that properly!” “26 edges! That was all you could manage!” Her voice lowers “The next worse subject on that task did 3 times as many as you!” I hear boots clicking on the floor. The Mistress is at my side, cupping my balls, she scoffs. “You don't deserve to carry these around!” “I cannot believe that I'm just now meeting you” Ah she exclaims, “Once again the Princess chose to punish you herself. You habitually screw up and as punishment, you are forced to use Icy Hot as a lubricant?” her voice get louder “You screw up, and once again you are allowed to pleasure yourself? Why Princess? Why do you employ me, and yet choose to reward your subjects for their transgressions?” “At least” she continues “The Princess made you sleep in a puddle of your own nastiness.”

The Mistress pauses, I hear the sound of someone sipping. “Several days later, you were once again graciously given an opportunity to remove yourself from the “Shit List”, and once again you failed.” “Why am I not surprised? Once again all you had to do was pleasure yourself, and at the first signs of discomfort, you abandon your task.” “I cannot believe it, before me stands a man, that cannot even jerk offf without screwing up!” “Wait! Lets see how the Princess rewards this transgression.” I hear giggling “An ice cube enema. Very creative.”

I am instructed to move away from the wall. I catch the coin in my hand, returning it to the bowl and turn and face the Mistress, my eyes looking only at her feet. She leads me over to a giant wheel. “Subject Madden” she says “this is the Wheel of Punishment” She points to a sideboard loaded down with all types of whips, crops, floggers, belts, and rods. “Choose the one that will punish you” Reluctantly, I choose a large wooden stir spoon.

The Mistress spins the wheel... It comes to stop on number 134. “Fine” she says, “You will be beaten 134 times” She spins the wheel again It stops on 95. “134 strokes for yesterday, and an additional 95 for today. You should be thankful that I don't add more for not appearing when told to.

I am led to a large table, that I am instructed to approach. My feet are quickly shackled to it's legs. I feel pressure on my shoulder, and I bend at the waist, pressing my stomach and chest to the table top. Shackles are attached to my wrists, and my arms are stretched towards the far edge of the table.

“Subject Madden, by order of the Princess, you are to be given 229 stokes across your naked buttocks. Are you ready?” I hesitantly indicate yes. The spoon whistles down, I flinch at the sudden pain, but am held in place by the shackles. One blow after another, the spoon continues it's assault. Finally, just when I think I can take no more, the punishment ends.

I am instructed to return to the Punishment chamber, tomorrow, and every morning thereafter, as long as I am a resident of the kingdom.

Spoiler: show

[Madden]

Denial Challenge: Day 13

This morning the random number was 95. I fetched a wooden spoon, knelt with my chest pressed to the sofa cushions and delivered 229 stinging punishment plows. My butt is sore with a slightly reddish tint.

Other that the erection while making love to my pillow, and the one during the spanking I have none to report. I guess shoveling all that snow took it out of me.

The task for today is to edge 3 times, without getting an erection! All 3 edges must be done, without an erection between them. Failure will negate the previous edges. This one doesn't look too promising.
As an addition challenge, because I am on the “Shit List” anytime I am attempting to edge, I must be watching the following video:

http://www.eporner.com/hd-porn/178532/H ... ach-Other/

Well I can't get the video to load, I think all the snow and ice is messing up my connection, I can't get anything to load. I've tried accomplishing the task without the video, and still fail. I'm so incredibly horny, that just thinking about touching myself causes my cock to stir. I've tried just massaging my testicles, and can almost reach an edge, but as soon as it starts to feel good, I get hard. The repeated failure of myself, and of my internet connection has got me so frustrated, that I'm tempted to just say screw it.
12:30 I've tried and failed two more times, rubbing my balls gets me close, but then it gets hard.
1:15 I really failed now, I decided to try edging a few times, to see if it would get easier to complete the task. I pushed the second one too far, and ended up with a ruined orgasm.
Princess, I it is my sad duty to report that I have failed. It appears, that I am unable to control my cock.

[arthurb]

Second: I can't believe someone is actually reading these posts.

Reading and enjoying.

[Madden]

Denial Challenge: Day 14

Cue the Sesame Street announcer: Today's spanking is brought to you by a wooden spoon and the number 158.

This morning while the wife was taking a shower, I looked up my random number, picked up the spoon, dropped my pants, and gave myself 158 stinging whacks. With my ass pink, and tingly we went out to get some Chinese food for lunch, and then to the grocery store.

The only erections to report are one with my pillow, one in the morning, one while spanking myself (sick puppy), one while watching the cute Asian girl that waited on us, and two at the grocery store (who'd a thunk that long blonde hair, Ugg boots, black tights, a turtle neck top, and a down vest, could look so sexy!) As of this moment I confess that I am 296 pounds of sexual tension, with a 4 inch fuse.

Last night I was saddened to read that today is the last day of the challenge. On the one hand, it is a relief knowing that once again I'm free to take care of business, whenever and however I choose. On the other I think I will miss the loss of control. Before I discovered this place, I would “rub one out” whenever I felt like it. The recent feeling of surrender. The ability if you will, to do to your body, only that which you have been given permission to do, was quite interesting.

Over the past 14 days, I've done things I never dreamed of doing, and did so without hesitation. I've learned that masturbation doesn't have to be a quick 2 minutes and you're done type thing. I now see that it is possible to delay gratification, and thereby prolong the enjoyment.

In the future, I would be more than happy to play in another of these challenges. If the opportunity were to present itself, and certain limits were agreed to, I would even be comfortable in surrendering control of myself to someone else, for a period of time.

The only regret I have about the challenge, is that I missed the chance to participate in it live. Reading the daily reports of the other players, caused an increased level of frustration, that must have been much worse as it happened. I can only imagine how much more stimulating it must have been to eagerly check the forum for new posts, and new interactions with Princess Penny, and the other contestants.

In closing, I would like to thank Princess Penny, for graciously allowing my entirely too short entrance to her kingdom. To everyone that followed along, Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it too. Sitting down every day to write up my thoughts, proved to me that I would enjoy having my own Blog, but that my interest are so varied, that I would be unable to talk about them in the same forum.

Thanks Everyone

[Madden]

Last night, going to bed with clothes on felt so strange, that I had to get up and undress. Just lying there naked, I caused an erection. Not wanting to waste it, I performed a quick, 5 rung edge ladder. Then wrapped in the arms of the familiar feeling of frustration, I slipped off to sleep.

Woke up this morning, hard as a rock. I wrapped my fist around it and noticed it was much longer than usual, there was at least an extra inch sticking out of my fist. 4 1/2 inches is nothing to be proud of (with two more inches I could be a hero. With two less I could be a girl) , but a wise man once said “You have to enjoy the little things, because the big things might never get here, and then you hung around for nothing.”

Later I weighed and measured myself. Still 53 on the measurement. I was shocked to see that the weight went up to 293.8. How in the world did I gain 1.2 pounds? I was sure with all the snow shoveling I did, I would have burned off a couple of them.

I treated yesterday as a day off, trying to decide how I wanted to enjoy my first full orgasm in 17 days. After reading that people have gone 35 days in one of the ongoing challenges, I think that as punishment for the weight gain, I should extend my period of denial at least until next Sunday's weigh-in. What do ya'll think?

[arthurb]

Well done Madden, at least you got a good taste of this fantastic journey

[Madden]

Re: My first post here
by arthurb » Sun Feb 16, 2014 1:41 pm

Well done Madden, at least you got a good taste of this fantastic journey

Thanks it was an incredible journey.

I just finished a 10 minute thigh toning workout. I'm in worse shape than I thought. 6 minutes in, I was shaking and gasping for breath. I toughed it out, and now my thighs, calves, and the arches of my feet are on fire. Tomorrow I'll do the next ten minute Arm segment.

I've decided that I will not allow myself to orgasm again until I get down to 290. If I can lose 3.8 pounds, I can have a full blown orgasm. That ought to be enough incentive to keep at it. In order to provide maximum focus, I will continue to tease myself during the day and before going to sleep. Last night I did a 10 rung 10 second hold edge ladder, and then went to sleep, dripping with excitement.

I discovered a series of T&D web-teases “Days of Denial with Amy” I think I will use them to build frustration, which should give me the incentive to lose some weight. I don't own a chastity device, so I'll just treat the time I'm not doing the tease as no touch.

(Update) I just finished the first of the denial teases. My balls are sore. Before I discovered Milo , I mostly touched my balls to wash or scratch them. I thought that yhey were too sensitive to really play with. Occasionally, I would ask the wife to rub and squeeze them during sex, the feeling of vulnerability would make me squirm.

Three weeks later and I'm tying them up with shoelaces, squeezing them hard enough to make myself whimper, and thrashing them with a hairbrush. It's unpleasant, but I refuse to sell out. I vowed that if I was going to do a challenge or tease, I would do the entire thing. “One day, I watched a man slamming his head against the wall. I asked him why he was doing it. He replied “It feels really good when I stop”.”

Madden