Chastity with a side of Blowjob

It’s been a pretty emotional week in the House of Dual and one that does not seem to have any quick resolve (blog tomorrow). All of the things that are causing this stress are outside of mine and Axel’s relationship and have nothing to do with our sex life; however, I expected that, like most stressful times, the sex would just have to wait.

I was wrong.

See, something I have not really talked about here in depth, but hinted about many a time is that Axel sees me in chastity as a way of controlling the times I orgasm versus denying my orgasm. Simply put, he likes it when I come and he likes me to come a lot, just when he says so. I know it technically means the same end result that I don’t get to choose when or how, but he really has no interest in keeping me from it as long as he is in the know of when it happens. Hanging out with the rabbit and my denied gang on Twitter, I have often had a hard time seeing this as such. Case in point, as instructed, when I arrived home from my trip yesterday I locked up – something that had been in place the whole week I was gone as I was locked when not in an active airport situation all week. All was going well today and when we took a nap, I got a bit flirtatious and he said “go get your key and take that off”.

My heart fell a bit at first because I did not want to take it off. I was happy to service him and go about my day and see how it felt to just wait until I fly out Monday morning – but he had other ideas. In my head I could hear Thumper’s voice saying “It’s not about you” so, begrudgingly, at first, I took my naked locked self downstairs to find his keyring and I went back, unlocked and slipped the cage and PA fixing out. Being rather excited about this whole thing meant that the A ring was not coming off – at all, so I decided to just tidy up as is and use that as a cock ring since I really had no other choice and then present myself to Axel all shiny, fresh smelling and naked like.

Now, one thing that is also a tad different with us is that in this particular chaste gay coupling, the one with the locked cock does not actually equal the bottom exclusively. I guess this is not something one has to even think about when it’s a straight-ish lock up. For us, it’s really no secret that, even if I want him to control our relationship in some ways, we pretty much work best when he is on the receiving end sexually. It’s just how it has always been and is how we roll. That said, as dumb as this may sound, in my mind, when I am locked or coming out of it, I tend to think of myself as “supposed to be” in the bottom role even if it doesn’t actually fit the activity going on. This afternoon was no exception.

So, I think that is why I was a tad surprised when Axel said, “lay back, I have work to do” in an aggressive tone that is not often heard from him.

He was not kidding.

Evidently the stress of the week was being channeled and before I knew it, he had laid me back on the bed, pinned my hands down to my side, and proceeded to swallow my dick to a depth I am not sure I remember him doing. He was addicted. In addition, he was able to get his tongue just right into the PA area (I am wearing a 4g captive ball ring right now) and do a bit of magic that was, well, magical. As I have discussed before, I am not one to ejaculate without touching myself nor am I one to come quickly, but he had me close and, right at that moment when I thought I would get there, he let up, I think unintentionally. This stoppage left me surging just slightly enough that I felt this incredible sensation that was wonderful yet awful where I thought I was about to have a ruined orgasm because it was just too late to stop anything yet I somehow managed to make that happen. He then pulled back a bit, grabbed by preferred left hand and placed it on the base of the ring and then went right back into his opened position. That was all I needed and the force of the ejaculation that followed reminded me of the kick after a shotgun blast because I was just wiped out and absolutely sated. It was this wild feeling of power which is so in contrast to the feeling of having your dick in steel just 45 minutes prior.

Like most things with me, I guess this is just one more way the switchy term describes me and my life. I am a walking contrast in many other things too, but, now that I am older and able to really think about it, I rather like it. Chastity does not the bottom make, I guess.

Now, about Axel’s orgasm…

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