For a good portion of this year Ms Lee has been generous enough to allow me to masturbate once per month at a time of my choosing. I was very grateful to her for this but was always aware that she could end my monthly fun at any time. Recently she did just that, telling me that I was once again to be in chastity and not to touch myself in a sexual way without her permission.
Unfortunately I failed to understand her clear instruction to be in chastity and mistakenly assumed that I did not need to resume wearing my chastity sleeve. When Ms Lee became aware of my failure to adhere to her explicit expectations she was understandably upset with me. As a result of my failure she is requiring me to wear my chastity sleeve 24 hours a day with the only exception being when I shower.
Previously whenever I wore my chastity sleeve 24 hours a day it would soon wind up bruised and battered as my deprived penis strained against the implacable chastity chains in a futile attempt to enjoy an erection. This time was no different and soon my penis was suffering from a number of bruises and cuts. Here is a photo showing a couple of scabs on my penis that resulted from the damage it suffered:
You might notice in the photo that the fur around my penis has been severely cut back and shaved. This was a result of my needing to trim back my fur so I would not offend Ms Lee with any unsightly hair showing under some new, dainty panties that I purchased to replace some of my worn older ones.
It has now been almost three weeks since Ms Lee required me to begin wearing my chastity sleeve 24×7 and my poor penis is finally beginning to get used to its fate. The scabs are slowly clearing but my penis continues to feel like a squashed and crushed sausage. Frankly it looks like one too. I would never dare disobey Ms Lee’s expectation that I not touch myself sexually without her permission but even if I did I doubt it would be any fun stroking a penis that is covered in scabs and bruises.
When I mentioned my frustration to Ms Lee she told me to change my focus to service oriented things. This made sense as it was pointless to worry about my frustration since I had no control over when I might be allowed to touch myself. As I turned my focus more often to service related things like my chores and housework I found that it made a big difference, keeping my mind off things I shouldn’t worry about. Most importantly I realized that it probably pleased Ms Lee to see me becoming more focused and devoted to my housework.
I have noticed over the last week or two that when I take my chastity sleeve off and shower that my penis no longer gets the slightest bit hard. I used to have to be careful to avoid getting it excited when I washed around it but recently it has ceased to respond to that. Perversely the only time it attempts an erection is when I am putting my chastity sleeve back on after a shower. I think it is a reaction to the realization that my penis is going back into chastity. Here is a photo I took this morning showing the head of my penis straining like mad after the chastity chains were attached, preventing any chance of my penis becoming erect:
Some people might wonder if Ms Lee will allow me a release as a Christmas present. But I think the more appropriate Christmas gift would be if Ms Lee enjoyed having me remain in chastity well into the new year. My own pigmale desires for sexual pleasure are irrelevant but I dearly hope that Ms Lee derives some pleasure or amusement from my unrelenting chastity and frustration. I realize this might seem strange but my extended chastity and inability to experience an erection has further conditioned me to focus solely on Ms Lee’s pleasure and satisfaction.
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