Chastity Without Being Asked

There is a lot of material on the blogs about chastity primarily on the man’s part so to speak. On the woman’s part, well, the other side is advocated: chaste men, promiscuous women. Why is that? Is it a form of reparation for past injustices in which the men were usually the ones to stray from marital vows? Is it just another form of submissive self-abuse by men? Is it another form of dominance by the feminist movement? Is this good or evil? Will this right wrongs? Will this make both sexes happy?

I admit that I am fascinated by the trend, if it is a trend. At the least, I am intrigued by the details that men and women involved in this subject add to the discussion. It is fun to see newcomers asking for help, even adding naïve, but to them, authoritative views as they see it. It is somewhat sad to see experienced but on the way to disillusion views of some who have done it and found it less than a lifetime commitment. Between the two there is a lot to be appreciated, to be amused by, and even to learn from.

I cannot really add to the primary reason for male chastity. All has been said, even invented. There are those who want to stop excessive masturbation, those who just get off on this very specific form of bondage and discipline. Then there is the fantasy partner who forces the men into chastity through physical force, blackmail, avarice, or just plain sexual traps. Regardless of the source of the sexual style, the details are endless, female dominant, and cater to men’s need for attention. Sure, we are, or can be aloof, show no emotion, and go through the dangerous avenues of life with stoic manliness. However, when it comes to an understanding female, we drop all that and salivate at her pheromones. They have us by our ovoidal testosterone containers and we love it.

What we love even more is a physical containment in addition to the mental and primal. Primal is the willingness to follow her female scent against all odds. Mental is the fixation on her only even in the absence of any tangible reminder of the warmth, charm, goodness, pain, suffering of which she is capable to induce on us. The physical containment is an added spicy enticement to remember her, and only her, as long as she has the key and at the same time provides constant or frequent reminders of our dependence on her. Sure, we could smash the damned cage and whack off any time. But few of us would dare, for that would jeopardize a deep relationship, which we somehow nurtured even unknowingly: remaining loyal to her in spite of our nature, against all temptation, against our better judgment, against our physical needs.

Here I am, for the moment, without a chastity device installed by her or by her order. I could do self-gratification any time. Yet I choose to abstain with the hope that she will need me soon and I want to be ready and able for her. I could have release, and be ready for her in no time. But there is guilt in doing so. She has not asked me or told me to be chaste to that extent. Am I being foolish? Am I wasting my pleasure? Am I wasting my time?