A New Chapter Unfolds

It seems like the consensus is that hubby earned an "A", he'll be happy to hear that! I'm not sure exactly what that means in terms of a rewards. I was going to basically repeat last weekend even for a "B" effort, so I'll have to come up with something a little extra.

As for the suggestions that I penalize him for trying to get out of the assignment, that's not my style. Hubby knows he's allowed a little push back as long as he proposes an alternative. It doesn't happen frequently and the feedback is valuable. He also knows that negations stop once I use my "that's final" voice.

 

Yes, certainly!

 

Yesterday was hubby's weekly unlock. Since he'd done such a nice job with the essay, I wanted to give him a little extra reward. The perfect idea came to me as I was getting dressed. I selected a more revealing dress and skipped underwear. I then found hubby and suggested we go shopping. As we were leaving the house, he told me how great I looked in the dress. I bent over, the hem riding up so he'd get the full effect of my outfit. His stare was wonderful: full of lust and desire. I commanded that he kiss my ass, and he planted a loving peck on each cheek. He stammered something about perhaps skipping the shopping and staying in. I insisted on sticking with our original plans, with the caveat that whenever I revealed my behind, he was to kneel down and kiss it.

Shopping was lovely. I didn't need anything in particular, so it was mostly looking. Hubby was also looking, but not at any merchandise, his gaze focused on me the entire time. Flashing him was tremendous fun. We were never in view of anyone - I'm not enough of an exhibitionist for that. But there were plenty of opportunities for a little seclusion. Even though I was the one being exposed, hubby was far more embarrassed, turning bright red every time. On the drive home, hubby told me that every time I bent over, all he could think about was grabbing my hips and fucking me from behind. Though I loved the image (and truthfully, I had those same thoughts myself), I told him that was not going to happen. Certainly not in Locktober, and even afterwards I didn't think he'd have enough self control to hold back so it could only happen when I was ready for him to have an orgasm. I promised to keep it in mind for next year. He sighed.

I had been simmering all afternoon, and talking about him taking me from behind just added fuel to the fire. By the time we got home I was more than ready. We didn't even make it upstairs. In seconds I was lying on the floor, hubby's face pressed between my thighs. His tongue felt wonderful, and before I knew it I was shaking in ecstasy. After a few minutes to regain my composure, I decided hubby had waited long enough and it was time for his reward.

I had hubby strip, then I blindfolded him and secured his wrists and ankles to the corners of our bed. I let him wait in anticipation for a minute or two, his cock swelling against the unyielding confines of its cage. WIth a turn of the key, his cock was loose, rapidly growing with its first taste of freedom in a week. I left the room to gather a few supplies. When I returned a few minutes later that first erection had partially subsided, though just the sound of me approaching was enough for the stirrings of a second. I proceeded to wash and shave his cock and balls. That's normally his responsibility, but for this Locktober I decided that he was going to have zero contact with his unlocked cock, which meant that I would take care of the weekly hygiene. Even though I tried to make it as clinical and non-sexual as possible, even the slightest touch was enough to make him rock hard. Once he was cleaned up and nice and smooth, I left the room and gave him a little time to cool down. Although he was certainly anxious, I wasn't in any hurry.

When I returned several minutes later he was completely soft. Like before, hearing me approach was enough to get things going, his cock beginning to swell. I rested my hand on his thigh, an inch or so from his throbbing cock. I told him how much I was enjoying Locktober and how pleased I was with his essay. I emphasized that last point with a nice long stroke. Whatever he was going to say was lost in a moan. Getting him to the edge was ridiculously easy. Keeping him there without spilling over was the challenge. All in all it was no more than a minute or two before I had to stop and leave the room again.

I repeated this seven times, but no matter how slowly I started, it seemed that within seconds he was rock hard and getting close to the edge. I got a little bolder, holding him there for longer. Backing off just a tiny bit, continuing with slower or lighter strokes. He begged for an orgasm, but of course my answer was "no". Likewise when he asked for a ruined one. Neither is on Locktober's menu. The waits between teases grew longer, but I didn't mind. It was actually kind of fun going about my day, checking email, reading a book, all the time knowing hubby was upstairs helpless and waiting for me.

It was a challenge getting the cage back on after that seventh edge. I had to break out the ice pack. But eventually hubby's cock was nicely secured and I could release him from his other bonds. He thanked me and we kissed and cuddled for a while. It was the perfect end to our afternoon.

 

It's a an underbed thing. I'm not much of a bondage expert, so the simpler the better. It's mostly about keeping him in one place and unable to use his hands.

 

Hubby has been doting on me all day. He knows I'm not going to unlock him, knows that even a ruined orgasm is weeks away. And he's as devoted and loving as ever. If I had let him cum yesterday, then I'm sure he would have been more distant today. That's hardly an incentive to give him an orgasm.

I have no intention of eliminating his orgasms completely. They are important, both to him and to me. But over the last 18 months I've learned that those orgasms also have a cost. A cost that I don't want to pay too frequently. I can't imagine going back to every week. Even monthly, which at first seemed like an extraordinarily long time, would feel too brief. I love where we are at, and I believe hubby does as well. He hasn't complained, even when I say things like "not until next year".

I'm not sure why the "next year" thing is so appealing. My "three month" rule was always a little vague... really anywhere from 11 to 15 weeks depending on where things fell within the respective months. This stretch, if follow through with it, will be 16 weeks. Just one week longer than the things I previously lumped under "three months". Yet every time I say "not until next year" to hubby, he gasps and I get a little tingle. It's enticing.

The one complication is Christmas. It's my favorite holiday, and along with all of the traditions and family stuff, I like to make sure hubby and I have our own special time. But perhaps I can focus on it being special without hubby getting an orgasm. That certainly worked well enough yesterday.

 

Hubby was having a hard time last night. I assumed it was because I've been unlocking him so much less often during Locktober, but that wasn't it. He said the first week was a bit of an adjustment, but since then he's felt very content remaining locked after pleasing me. He said he had just been feeling antsy and irritable all day, and he didn't know how he was going to make it to January. He asked me to reconsider the "next year" thing and let him have an orgasm at the end of Locktober.

I wasn't really sure what to do. November 1st would be almost two months from his previous orgasm. That's certainly not overly generous, and I'm sure it would work out fine. On the other hand, I thought we had a really nice thing going with three months, and I don't want to give up on that quite yet. I tried to be as encouraging as I could, and said I'd think about it.

We talked about it again this morning, and he seemed to be in a better place. He still asked about the possibility of an end-of-Locktober orgasm, but it was more that he "wanted" it rather than "needed" it. As before, I didn't commit one way or the other.

In retrospect, I should have expected this. From past experience, four weeks is about the longest hubby can consistently go without release. After that his emotions bounce around quite a bit, and sometimes it turns negative. We're in week six. I'm sure a ruined orgasm would smooth all of this out - it resets that four week clock while keeping hubby at peak horniness. But I was hoping to avoid orgasms of any sort during Locktober. We've got about 10 days left. I'm pretty sure we'll be fine through the weekend.... hubby's been looking forward to his Sunday reward. I'm less confident about next week.