Countdown to Chastity. T-minus 1
Well, it's almost time. In just one day, I will be locking up my manhood. No touching without a key.
I know what you're thinking... WHY???
Well, the main reason is, quite bluntly, masturbation. I've been masturbating since I was a young teenager. On an wet lunchtime recess I found a book in my school library on sex education. A very liberal book for the time, it was quite detailed on masturbation. It gave instructions, diagrams, and even moral arguments as to why it was OK (or even beneficial) to self-pleasure. I went home after school, locked myself in my bedroom, dropped my pants and gave it a go. That first time, nothing happened. My hand started to ache, I got bored, and gave up to play computer games.
Later that night, I tried again. I must have gotten something right, because this time it was much different. I immediately got the biggest erection I had ever had. The more I stroked myself, the better it felt. Before long I orgasmed. My mind went blank, my whole body shook, and I shot semen everywhere. I remember being incredibly shocked at just how good it felt.
From that day on, I was hooked. I masturbated most days, sometimes up to 5 times per day. I finished school, left home, had several jobs, emigrated to the U.S.A., got married, had kids, etc., etc., etc. All the while, I kept masturbating.
I became a Christian in my twenties. Some people said that "doing yourself" was a sin, others said it was OK. Sometimes I would feel guilty and stop for a few days. Then I'd feel better and get right back to it.
Now I'm in my forties. I recently started experiencing erectile dysfunction. My doctor gave me Cialis, and that usually does the trick. However, I got to thinking. When I masturbate, I can do it so quickly that sometimes I can cum before I'm fully erect. I realized that I trained my body to not need an erection for sex! That revelation gave me pause, and I stopped for almost a week.
What really made me think was a sermon my pastor preached one Sunday. He had warned the congregation ahead of time that the sermon would be "R" rated. During the sermon, he bluntly said that if you're married and you masturbate, you're literally cheating your spouse. That made sense... masturbation certainly contributed to my impotence problem, which had resulted in many unsatisfying lovemaking sessions for both of us. Also, if I could pleasure myself anytime I wanted, why would I make the effort to "turn on" my wife?
After the sermon, my wife and I had a long talk. I was more open with her about masturbation than ever before. We talked about sex, E.D., cheating, and pornography. I hadn't realized that sexually explicit fiction I frequently read could be just as bad as pictures. There was a lot of discussion and more than a few tears. At the end of the chat, we decided on a three-fold approach:
I know what you're thinking... WHY???
Well, the main reason is, quite bluntly, masturbation. I've been masturbating since I was a young teenager. On an wet lunchtime recess I found a book in my school library on sex education. A very liberal book for the time, it was quite detailed on masturbation. It gave instructions, diagrams, and even moral arguments as to why it was OK (or even beneficial) to self-pleasure. I went home after school, locked myself in my bedroom, dropped my pants and gave it a go. That first time, nothing happened. My hand started to ache, I got bored, and gave up to play computer games.
Later that night, I tried again. I must have gotten something right, because this time it was much different. I immediately got the biggest erection I had ever had. The more I stroked myself, the better it felt. Before long I orgasmed. My mind went blank, my whole body shook, and I shot semen everywhere. I remember being incredibly shocked at just how good it felt.
From that day on, I was hooked. I masturbated most days, sometimes up to 5 times per day. I finished school, left home, had several jobs, emigrated to the U.S.A., got married, had kids, etc., etc., etc. All the while, I kept masturbating.
I became a Christian in my twenties. Some people said that "doing yourself" was a sin, others said it was OK. Sometimes I would feel guilty and stop for a few days. Then I'd feel better and get right back to it.
Now I'm in my forties. I recently started experiencing erectile dysfunction. My doctor gave me Cialis, and that usually does the trick. However, I got to thinking. When I masturbate, I can do it so quickly that sometimes I can cum before I'm fully erect. I realized that I trained my body to not need an erection for sex! That revelation gave me pause, and I stopped for almost a week.
What really made me think was a sermon my pastor preached one Sunday. He had warned the congregation ahead of time that the sermon would be "R" rated. During the sermon, he bluntly said that if you're married and you masturbate, you're literally cheating your spouse. That made sense... masturbation certainly contributed to my impotence problem, which had resulted in many unsatisfying lovemaking sessions for both of us. Also, if I could pleasure myself anytime I wanted, why would I make the effort to "turn on" my wife?
After the sermon, my wife and I had a long talk. I was more open with her about masturbation than ever before. We talked about sex, E.D., cheating, and pornography. I hadn't realized that sexually explicit fiction I frequently read could be just as bad as pictures. There was a lot of discussion and more than a few tears. At the end of the chat, we decided on a three-fold approach:
- More regular intimacy between us
- No more porn
- No masturbation
Obviously, number one was easy (😉), and even number two was not that difficult. But no masturbation? I'd been doing myself for around thirty years - it was something I had come to depend on! Still, I gave it my best shot and was actually successful for the most part. My wife agreed that we would not go more than two weeks without some kind of sex that allowed me to cum. Sometimes I failed to restrain myself. I would think "what the hell" and just do it. I found myself waking up in the morning masturbating, and would have great difficulty in stopping. I also found myself constantly groping myself through my pants (which was quite embarrassing on a number of occasions.
I tried to come up with a solution. If only there was a way to make inappropriate touching impossible! Talking about it with my wife one day, I jokingly said that if only there was such a thing as a male chastity belt, I'd be the first in line to buy one. Until then, I'd only thought of chastity belts as a rather cruel thing that mediaeval women were subjected to by jealous husbands. My wife immediately picked up her iPad and did a quick search. We were stunned to discover that not only did male chastity devices (not just belts!) exist, there was a great variety of styles, and you could even buy them on Amazon fairly cheaply.
The more I thought about it, the more it appealed to me. This was what I was looking for! A way to train myself to not constantly touch myself. Finally, I started to research male chastity devices with an aim of buying one. I found that they came in many different types and materials. Some were downright nasty looking, these were rejected right away. I also rejected the silicon models. These looked comfortable, but would still allow my to squeeze my member. In the end, I settled on a metal cage type. Tomorrow, Amazon will be delivering this item:
Here's hoping that:
- It comes in a plain package!!!
- It fits
- It's comfortable enough to wear all day
- It's not obvious under clothing
- It works!
That's all for now - I'll let you know how it goes!
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