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| "What anniversary?" |
"Do you know what day this is?"
It's Thursday morning, the 29th of December and I'm bringing Xena her coffee in bed.
"No?" she says.
"It's my second anniversary," I say.
"What anniversary?"
"My... my Neutering Day?"
"Oh," she says. "Not sure about Neutering."
I sigh. Xena just likes things her way, isn't interested in the skin we put on it. But sometimes I need a little certainty. "What else am I supposed to call this?"
"But it sounds like you can't reverse it."
"Well, I can't can I?"
"Not really." My wife sips her coffee. "So today I'm going to declutter my wardrobe and I want you to..."
That evening, as I rub Xena's feet, I say, "Can we finish this morning's conversation?"
Xena sighs. "You're being locked another year. We already know that."
"You normally say forever or 'until things change'."
"Yes, that," she says. "Are we done?"
"No," say. "I want to know your expectations."
"You do as I tell you."
"No, not that. I mean..."
"Go on..."
Now I'm feeling flustered. Neither of us enjoy meta conversations. Quickly, I sum up what the ground rules seem to be: she doesn't want to know about my penis, when it's hard or dripping or whatever... she sometimes likes it when I suffer but doesn't want me to plead or yearn loudly for an orgasm because they are off the table... it's a done deal and I'm supposed to just deal with it... "So, I'm supposed to behave as if..."
"Yes," she says, firmly. "Neutered is the right term, though I probably won't use any term. Anything else?"
"You wondered what was special about two years? Two years is the honeymoon stage, and it doesn't look like we're reverting to 'normal'. Also, the longer something has lasted--"
"--the longer it's likely to last. Good. Now shut up and put your collar on."
I massage her legs and feet for an hour. Around midnight, she has me kneel at the foot of the bed while she reads.
Near one o'clock, when I'm just about ready to nod off, she orders me to face the wall. She spends an age using her vibrator while my arousal ebbs and flows in waves of exquisite frustration.
At last, she has me clean the sex toy and orders me to de-collar and come to bed.
As I lie beside her, turned on, wide awake while she breathes softly beside me, I realise I won't ever again make a fuss over how long I've been neutered. Xena's not interested in the passage of time, just the certainty of me remaining sealed in permanent chastity until "something changes".
Which it won't.
So, as promised here, behind the cut are some NSFW images of my chastity device, with evidence of date...
