THE ORDEAL OF DAY SIX: I WON...AND THEN I LOST
Yesterday afternoon, as I have already explained, my wife and masturbatrix had concocted a little plan to ensure than I fail to meet my goal of refraining from cumming for an entire week. (Remember, my masturbatrix had predicted that I would "never make it past day five," so when I made it to day six, well, she was determined to see me crash and burn.)
First my wife tied my hands behind my back so that I was helpless to stop her, once she started masturbating my dick with my Fleshlights. Then I was blindfolded, not only so that I couldn't see which Fleshlight she would be using at any particular moment, but to increase my feeling of helplessness.
At that point, I was expecting to be led into the living room, where I knew that my masturbatrix would be listening in on the speaker phone to taunt and tease me, and give advice to my fiendish little wife....But no. I was shoved down onto our bed, ordered to draw my knees up towards my stomach to expose my ass...and then my wife snickered to herself as she lubed up my anus and carefully inserted my aneros prostate massager -and began to play with it.
Now, after not ejaculating for six days -and remember, this is the longest I'd gone without cumming EVER- just the feeling of the aneros on my full prostate was almost enough to push me right over the edge. (The aneros felt FABULOUS in my ass, in fact, better than it had ever felt before, but -let's face it- this was not something that was going to help me win my denial challenge!)
Then, I was led into the living room, forced to sit back in my chair, and listen to my masturbatrix -on speaker phone- instruct my wife to drizzle lube all over my cock...which was already bobbing and twitching between my legs in anticipation.
Very gently, my wife inserted my dick into the first of the Fleshlight masturbation sleeves. She slowly moved it up and down on my dong and demanded that I identify it by name. "That's the Jenna Haze Lotus," I said, my voice audibly shaking. Next, my cock was swallowed by the incredible tightness of the mini-Vortex texture, and I automatically responded, "That's the 'Sex in a Can' Spread-Eagle Brew."
On and on it went....This must have lasted no more than thirty minutes, but it seemed like about FIVE HOURS, as I struggled to keep from cumming as my wife slowly fucked me with the series of soft, wet Fleshlight inserts and my masturbatrix laughed and taunted me continually.
Long story short, I identified
each and every one of my Fleshlight masturbation sleeves correctly...and, by some miracle, I managed to do it without busting my nut. (My whole body was shaking by the time my dick was sliding into the soft, plush pillows of the STU -a nightmare sleeve to endure in a moment like this.)
But the bottom line is that I proved to my wife and my masturbatrix that my seven Fleshlight toys were not a waste of money -each one did feel distinctly different...and I could identify them all, even when blindfolded.
Let me tell you, I was jubilant at that minute.
I honestly believed that I had "won" -at least for the moment. I expected that my blindfold would be removed, my hands would be freed from their ropes, and I would be able to run on my treadmill and watch the Hustler Channel in peace.
Well, that's not what happened.
"Let's try out a song with this jerk-off while you work his dick with that new "Stoya Destroya" sleeve," said my masturbatrix, with the sharpest of sinister edges in her voice.
Now, both my wife and my masturbatrix know that I have a thing for Patricia Heaton -who knows why?- and that I fantasize about being dominated and cock-teased and humiliated by her. In fact, my masturbatrix has concocted several little nursery rhymes that she makes me recite sometimes when I'm edging myself on our phone sex calls -just to humiliate me further, and to amuse her when she's guiding my masturbation.
As my wife giggled and worked the "Destroya" cunt mercilessly over my engorged prick, I was told to recite "The Patty-Cake Song."
It goes like this:
"Patty-Cake, Patty-Cake, masturbating man,
Fuck Patty's pussy, as gently as you can,
Poke her, and stroke her,
But hold on to your scum,
And -you worthless loser-
Don't you dare cum!"
"Again," said my masturbatrix. "Recite it again."
Well, the tears were running down my cheeks at this point, and my wife stopped and removed my blindfold so that she could see the look in my eyes as I was physically and emotionally broken.
I recited the "Patty Cake" song, sobbing, as my masturbatrix shouted over the speaker phone that I was nothing but "a fucking useless jerk-off" and my wife pumped my penis rhythmically into the "Destroya" pussy.
At about the five inch mark inside the sleeve, there's an opening that features a little cavern filled with claws. These soft little protrusions felt like needles on the head of my cock at this point....Then my wife got an idea. Instead of pumping the Fleshlight up and down on my prick, she sunk it down on my dick until she knew that my head was inside that little claw-filled cavern...and then she started to ROTATE the Fleshlight on my cock head!!!
My masturbatrix offered the following evaluation: "You know what, dummy? The only thing you're really good for is shooting cum out of your dick -so get to it!"
With those words, I popped.
My dick spasmed and spit spunk inside that little cunt for what felt like about a minute. My wife and masturbatrix could clearly see that I was coming by the look on my face and the sounds I was making, and they both cheered me on....
Cumming in that moment was like a religious experience. -I'm not kidding.
It felt FUCKING AMAZING! All that frustration and anxiety from the previous week being expelled from my body from the slit at the end of my dick.
And I felt so lucky, and GRATEFUL, to have two women in my life like my wife and my masturbatrix, that I thanked them both profusely for cock-teasing me over the course of my little tease and denial ordeal.
So I officially lost the challenge. I came, profusely and gloriously, -and almost speaking in tongues- at about 5 p.m. yesterday.
I never made it to day seven.
But, you know what? -I don't really care.
It was one hell of a great ride.
(And it's true that even denying myself for six days is a personal achievement -that's the longest I've ever gone without cumming since I was a twelve year old boy with his dick in his hand and the
Penthouse magazine from his father's sock drawer opened on the bed beside him!)
And I learned a couple of important things.
First of all, denial is not for me.
It's pointless for me to invest in a CB6000, or any other chastity device, for that matter.
-It would be an utter waste of my time.
I didn't like the aching sensation in my groin. Or the endless frustration. Or the inability to get a decent night's sleep at night.
(I mean, I teach teenagers for a living, for Christ's sake. I've got enough frustration and aggravation in my life already, without going out of my way to try to find more!)
Secondly, I don't really feel that I lost...because I don't believe that the game my wife and masturbatrix set up for me was fair.
Shoving that aneros up my ass and then forceably masturbating me with each and every one of my Fleshlight sleeves when I had my hands tied behind my back was about as honest and fair as the vote counting in Florida, when Dubya's brother Jeb helped him steal the Presidency away from Al Gore!
Thanks for reading this thread, and for following along as I recounted the details of my ordeal over the course of -most of- the past week.
I welcome any final thoughts or observations that any of you might care to contribute.
