If you’re a reader of Sissy Christie’s blog, you already know that we’re taking a bit of a break from the FLR and male chastity. There’s no real significance to taking a break; it’s not a sign of a problem or anything. It started when I allowed him to cum one night 2 weeks or so ago, after he hadn’t orgasmed freely since early September.
I was happy to take a break from chastity. It’s not that I wasn’t enjoying our sex life. The thing about keeping the cock under lock and prohibiting orgasms, though, is that you can’t just set those things aside one night for some good, old fashioned fuckin’. As C and I have both blogged, his libido changes swiftly and dramatically when he orgasms after being chaste for an extended period of time, so I’m strategic in planning when he’s allowed to cum. Depending on where we are in the chastity cycle, his needs dip and dive or spike, whereas my needs remain fairly constant. If we weren’t able to communicate as openly and frequently as we do, I think this lifestyle would be harmful to our relationship. I think it takes a couple who are loving, committed, self-aware, communicative, and willing to be vulnerable to make the FLR/chastity thing work.
If I had any complaints, it’s that my expectation taking a break would mean we’d be free to fuck any time of night or day, any day of the week, on every surface in our house and cars. But, that isn’t what’s happened. And, despite my being prepared for the shift and us talking about responsibly, I’ve still taken a hit: feeling undesired. I asked him last week if he wanted to get a few drinks and have a “date night” – code for sex, of course – and he responded, “if you want to.” Had I asked that question while he was in full-on chastity, he would moaned a yes and stayed by my side most of the day until it was time to start date night. Whether it’s accurate or not, I interpreted “if you want to” to mean, “eh, not really, but I won’t fight you on it,” which made me want to crawl into a hole.
I asked him again today if he’d like to make it a date night, and he said, “sure.” I guess that’s better. I know he really is tired, we’ve both been sick over the last month or so, and life really has us running ragged. Being in the FLR/chastity zone naturally causes us to prioritize sex and each other. Taking a break allows us to shift our focus.
I’m pretty sure all of this could be resolved simply, by quitting our jobs and moving to an island, where we’d have no concerns other than which flavor margarita to sip on any given day. Short of that, I’m locking him back up very soon. It’s time to get back where we belong.
