I Have No Idea.
My girlfriend and I are still early in our FLR journey—we only started exploring it around September last year. She knows I’ve always been interested in chastity, but a few months ago, I took it a step further and offered her complete authority over my orgasms. I told her that while I craved it, I didn’t want to feel like I was topping from the bottom or pressuring her into something she didn’t truly want. But she did want it. She accepted control, and since then, my release has never been up for discussion or negotiation—it simply belongs to her.
Because we live apart, I always have access to the key. I’m working to extend my lock-up times, but I struggle to wear a cage for more than 36 hours without a break. That said, I have promised her that I won’t touch myself unless it’s for hygiene or maintenance. Whether I’m caged or not, my pleasure is hers to dictate.
When we’re together, she often allows me to remove my cage, and I’m permitted to get hard—even if she isn’t touching me. Sometimes, when we’re naked, and I’m pleasuring her, my arousal is undeniable, yet there is never an expectation that I will be allowed to cum. She enjoys teasing me, holding me on the edge, knowing that my need for release grows with each denied orgasm.
She likes me to “give her my seed,” so I know orgasms will happen eventually—I just don’t know when. And that lack of certainty is intoxicating. I find myself craving her even more, thinking about her control at all hours, knowing my pleasure is entirely in her hands.
Am I frustrated? Desperately. Do I want an orgasm? More than anything. But would knowing a scheduled release date make it better or worse? I’m honestly not sure. The idea of her setting a date, with the authority to delay it for misbehavior, is incredibly hot—but it might also take away the beautiful, torturous unpredictability of it all.
Ultimately, I don’t think she has any firm plan for when I’ll be allowed to cum—it will just happen when it pleases her. And that’s both maddening and utterly perfect.