Plugged

I’m 4 days chaste.

I’m on the honor system, and I could potentially relieve myself, but I would be disappointed with myself, and so would she.

What happened is several weeks ago we spent a considerable sum on Lovense toys. Hers’ works great. Mine…not so much. It won’t fit.

I know that I need to stretch to get the prostate massager in, and so after a night and a day of no/minimal stimulation, I asked my beautiful wife by text message if I could put the plug in while she was away.

Her answer was an enthusiastic yes.

So, I hopped in the shower, scrubbed up, and with the help of a little lube inserted a starter plug.

I felt…full.

I’ve had a plug in before. She put it in me the first time, and then the second time I did. The first time she played with my ass, and the second I was ordered to wear it while I serviced her.

I liked it. I really liked it.

Today was another story.

Walking around the house with that full feeling, knowing I couldn’t touch myself as it pressed against my prostate… I have never felt so submissive in my life. Every move, twist, and turn of my body was like my wife playing with my asshole, fucking me slowly. I never knew I wanted that. Every deep breath, shift and or squat put pressure on a part of my body I never knew felt so good.

I couldn’t stop thinking about my wife. I couldn’t stop thinking about bending down and kissing her feet when I see her tonight, hoping, begging for her touch.

My cock throbbed for hours, precum slowly leaked into my boxers. I could barely fold laundry, and found myself frequently laying down on my stomach, trying to relieve the pressure against my prostate without rubbing my cock on the covers.

I was a mess. I still am.

Finally, I messaged her, the frustration beginning to be too much, and let her know what was going on. She asked if I had the plug in the whole morning. I told her it had been there three hours already, hoping she would tell me to take it ou, but desperate for her not to. She commanded that it stay in another hour, telling me that four hours was enough training for today.

I’ve never watched a clock so eagerly. I wanted it out of me so I could function, but at the same time wanted a bigger one. I am a messed up, pent up ball of sexual frustration and I love it. As the feelings built, I got this wonderful high. I felt (still feel) slightly light-headed, endorphins swirling around my head and yearning for release. If this is what it’s like to be caged; that buildup of frustration and sexual tension, then I cannot wait for her to lock my cock up and make the key disappear.

My every thought is of her, and pleasuring her. I want to serve her drinks, and prepare her plate. I cleaned her house, and folded her laundry. I do these things to win her favors, and for the hope of her caress. I love the feeling of desperation that is building up in me.

I’m throbbing, and only she can release me.

I’m on day 4, and I barely made it four hours with a plug. What will it be like a week from now if I don’t come by then? What will it be like when she wants me to wear it for 6 hours? Or all day at work while I have to sit?

What will it be like when my cock is confined and my ass filled, as she texts me photos of the key hanging between her beautiful tits while I sit in a meeting?

Please.

I’m excited and terrified at the same time. This feeling of hungry, aching need for her is better than any orgasm I have ever felt. Those are fleeting, and this is constant and amazing.

I hope this feeling never ends.