I want to try to describe how extended chastity (more than a couple of days) feels to me. I will start by saying that how things feel does change over time, but certain sensations tend to recur, sometimes in increasing intensity over time. I wonder if any of what i will describe is familiar to anyone.
For context, let me say that right now, I've been locked since valentine's day, with occasional brief periods of being let out for cleaning, teasing, torture, or use by my KH wife. I've had 2 ruiined o's in that time, and my wife has said, more than once, that it will be next valentine's day before i can hope for a full (not ruined) O. This is a new level of play for us, but she seems quite serious about it.
To describe the feeling then. The polished metal of my Jailbird has plenty of openings through which I can just fit the tip of a smaller finger, which helps with cleaning in the shower, but during the day, the metal is what i feel most frequently. I can discern the individual rings of the cage as they seem to press against the skin of my constrained cock. The sensation is slightly fuzzy, an insistent tingling that wraps around the head of my cock and also the shaft. That awareness often triggers a short attempt at growth in my member, which makes the contact of the rings flare slightly, almost like a gentle burn. That gentle burn in turn triggers a tingling, sometimes pulsing sensation along the bottom length of my (constrained) shaft. Simultaneously, my ballsack feels the start of a tugging pull all around it from the ring.
As i scan the rest of my body, I am aware of a dryness in my mouth, combined with a tingling hunger sensation at the back of my throat -- a sensation which I associate with a desire to feel pressure back there, as one might feel from a firm cock being forced down said throat. I am not normally interested in men, but i do find that the sensitivity of my mouth and throat seems to "call out" for an organ to both fill and stretch it. This causes some crossover from physical sensation to direct fantasy images of being force fed the length of another man.
The prickly, warm sensation around my cock will sometimes increase until it is almost a discomfort, though it always stops short of that, becoming instead a nagging grip on my cock head, constantly reminding me of my predicament and the restriction on my sex. This sometimes leads to further swelling of the shaft, and a correspondingly firmer and more tingly grip on the length. It is at these times that I can particularly appreciate the unyielding hardness of the MM steel. A few minutes of pressure in this firm grip leads to a sigh or even a gasp, accompanied by a wave of mild dizziness that begins near the crown of my head, behind the ears, and sweeps forward all the way to my brow. My mouth waters. The tingling grip on my cock shaft is unrelenting, and my vision softens slightly.
At this point, i become increasingly aware of every breath as it fills and empties in my chest. Even the air moving through my nostrils seems laden with some faint spice that expands in my lungs and begins to dry my mouth. Soon every muscle in my body is registering its comfort or discomfort. My body wants to move. I am hungry, slightly dizzy, aware of my whole body and the air moving through it. The grip upon my sex is unrelenting and insistent, and i find my old habit urging me to masturbate immediately. Of course, this urge goes unfulfilled, but the waves of mild disorientation continue, from the top of my head, now radiating down through my skull, neck, chest, and belly, finally coalescing inside my cage again, where the energies all gather and press outward, driving my cock head uselessly into the steel.
For context, let me say that right now, I've been locked since valentine's day, with occasional brief periods of being let out for cleaning, teasing, torture, or use by my KH wife. I've had 2 ruiined o's in that time, and my wife has said, more than once, that it will be next valentine's day before i can hope for a full (not ruined) O. This is a new level of play for us, but she seems quite serious about it.
To describe the feeling then. The polished metal of my Jailbird has plenty of openings through which I can just fit the tip of a smaller finger, which helps with cleaning in the shower, but during the day, the metal is what i feel most frequently. I can discern the individual rings of the cage as they seem to press against the skin of my constrained cock. The sensation is slightly fuzzy, an insistent tingling that wraps around the head of my cock and also the shaft. That awareness often triggers a short attempt at growth in my member, which makes the contact of the rings flare slightly, almost like a gentle burn. That gentle burn in turn triggers a tingling, sometimes pulsing sensation along the bottom length of my (constrained) shaft. Simultaneously, my ballsack feels the start of a tugging pull all around it from the ring.
As i scan the rest of my body, I am aware of a dryness in my mouth, combined with a tingling hunger sensation at the back of my throat -- a sensation which I associate with a desire to feel pressure back there, as one might feel from a firm cock being forced down said throat. I am not normally interested in men, but i do find that the sensitivity of my mouth and throat seems to "call out" for an organ to both fill and stretch it. This causes some crossover from physical sensation to direct fantasy images of being force fed the length of another man.
The prickly, warm sensation around my cock will sometimes increase until it is almost a discomfort, though it always stops short of that, becoming instead a nagging grip on my cock head, constantly reminding me of my predicament and the restriction on my sex. This sometimes leads to further swelling of the shaft, and a correspondingly firmer and more tingly grip on the length. It is at these times that I can particularly appreciate the unyielding hardness of the MM steel. A few minutes of pressure in this firm grip leads to a sigh or even a gasp, accompanied by a wave of mild dizziness that begins near the crown of my head, behind the ears, and sweeps forward all the way to my brow. My mouth waters. The tingling grip on my cock shaft is unrelenting, and my vision softens slightly.
At this point, i become increasingly aware of every breath as it fills and empties in my chest. Even the air moving through my nostrils seems laden with some faint spice that expands in my lungs and begins to dry my mouth. Soon every muscle in my body is registering its comfort or discomfort. My body wants to move. I am hungry, slightly dizzy, aware of my whole body and the air moving through it. The grip upon my sex is unrelenting and insistent, and i find my old habit urging me to masturbate immediately. Of course, this urge goes unfulfilled, but the waves of mild disorientation continue, from the top of my head, now radiating down through my skull, neck, chest, and belly, finally coalescing inside my cage again, where the energies all gather and press outward, driving my cock head uselessly into the steel.
