WEDNESDAY:
Today is the fifth day of my challenge...and so far, I've succeeded in not having an ejaculation. (I honestly believe this is the longest I've gone
in years without pounding the cum out of my dick with my fist.)
I woke up several times during the night, with a raging hard-on.
This morning, I think I can truly appreciate the old joke: "I was so horny when I woke up this morning...I could have fucked the crack of dawn."
Actually, when I got up with "morning wood" and went to the bathroom to piss, my dick felt like an over-filled toothpaste tube -in other words, it felt like all I'd have to do was give it one good squeeze and the paste would come oozing out of the end.
I can't remember my dick ever having felt like that before....Maybe when I was twelve, the day that I ejaculated for the first time!
I am really not looking forward to today. It's going to be a real ordeal.
I was hoping my wife had forgotten when she said she was seriously thinking about making Wednesday a "Pornoholic Day." -Unfortunately for me, she did not forget.
"What exactly is a Pornoholic Day"? you may well ask.
Think of an alcoholic going on a bender -a prolonged drinking spree.
Maybe you've seen or heard about the type of adversion therapy where dad finds Billy smoking a cigarette and, rather than simply confiscating the pack and delivering a lecture on the evils of smoking, he actually forces Billy to smoke three or four entire packs of cigarettes -until the kid's thoroughly sick to his stomach, and can't bear to even look at another cigarette.
That's basically how a "Pornoholic Day" works.
From six in the morning until twelve midnight -in other words for
eighteen straight hours I will be immersed forceably in a world of porn.
The Hustler/Red Hot/ Playboy Channel package will be all that I will be allowed to access on the television today. And it will run continually.
If my wife isn't happy with the selection of movies being offered, she'll simply load up the dvd player with six of the more than fifteen hundred pornographic discs that we own, and these will be allowed to play in rotation.
When I go to the washroom to take a shower, or use the toilet, etc., the portable cd player must be turned on to a recording of my masturbatrix guiding me through a verbal humiliation jerk-off session. (Even when I take a shower to clean myself up after running for an hour on the treadmill, I will be bombarded by porn.)
If I go to bed before midnight -I'll probably be exhausted after spending about two and a half hours total on the treadmill- I have to turn on my ipod and fall asleep listening to the voice of my masturbatrix cock-teasing me with one of the many masturbatory fantasies she has recorded for me.
If you want to have a sense of what my wife is going to put me through today, think of a pornographic parody of
The Manchurian Candidate.
On top of all this, I get to watch my wife walking around in four-inch heels and black lingerie all day. When she's not sex-texting with clients on the web, she'll likely turn down the volume on the television and I'll have to listen to her dominate one or another of her clients over the telephone for an hour or more!
As the cherry-on-the-cake, my masturbatrix emailed me last evening, ordering me to tell my wife to -and I quote: "tease the hell out of him."
Now being immersed in porn for an entire day -like a fish swimming in water- is a discombobulating experience at the best of times.
I can't even imagine what it will be like when I haven't cum in five days, and I'm just about horny enough to burst into tears.
Does anybody out there have any advice for me at this point?
I want to jerk off so badly.
And I really do feel like crying.
I think it was a VERY good idea with your treadmill while watching porn by the way ;)
