Since, The Last Locktober, When I Did It, Successfully, For The First Time, And Only In A Spiritual Way,

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Almost everything, rules and punishment, finish with November, but I still psychologically caged. And teasing me till the limit.

How could a man married to a conservative, cold, and closed-off wife fulfill Locktober? That’s where the ALTERNATIVE LOCKTOBER, mentioned in the previous post, was born.

Today, you can decide the next steps.

Before October arrived, I used Tumblr to read, study, and imagine this fantasy. Now, I have a psychological chastity that my wife controls without her knowledge. Only she can grant me release, and frequent masturbation is forbidden. By not actively seeking it, without evasion or avoidance, we shouldn’t go beyond 2 during this period.

This guarantees reduced activity and dependence. But this mental challenge lacks leadership, control of sexuality, servitude, humiliation, and constant teasing and excitement.

I used some Tumblr posts as inspiration for rules to follow, which were introduced as I achieved goals, finding satisfaction and achieving objectives.

Starting from the initial phase of not masturbating, I added challenges. I began wearing rings around my intimate areas during the day to simulate discomfort. I wore tighter underwear for a snug feeling. To increase excitement, I delved into the world of erotic content, reading male chastity stories and female-led relationships. I stimulated my imagination, always imagining my wife’s involvement.

One well-discussed rule is teasing. I made sure to be around my wife when she was naked or in lingerie, appearing disinterested. I stimulated myself in different ways throughout the day to intensify the experience. I also increased my interaction with erotic content on Tumblr, gaining more followers.

I fulfilled some of my wife’s previous wishes, such as intermittent fasting, a healthy breakfast without bread or cheese, and increased water intake. I started doing household chores, especially in the kitchen, to dedicate more time to tasks and reduce couch and TV time.

I added other rules, like a daily reading routine, limiting snacks and alcoholic drinks, attending social events chosen by her, and waiting at home for her return.

Later, I introduced rules of discomfort and mild humiliation, making me constantly vigilant and subject to unusual checks.

While the days were warm, I wore linen shorts without underwear. I bought intimate depilatory cream at the supermarket to increase public exposure. I used it on my intimate areas, including buttocks, groin, scrotum, and anus. I left a small vertical strip on the pubic area to maintain a secret. I increased the use of intimate hygiene and beauty products, making sure I was always clean, groomed, soft, and fragrant.

I began using lubricant on my penis and anus every night. After day 20 (2/3 of the challenge completed), I made things more challenging and punitive. I hid my penis in my underwear, as if it wasn’t there. This was uncomfortable and limiting, requiring frequent adjustments.

I resumed masturbation without ejaculation, pushing myself to the limit and prolonging it. Any trace of pre-ejaculate or semen had consequences: tasting it and wearing women’s underwear.

Last Saturday, I had a slip-up, but I managed to avoid a full ejaculation. I endured the punishment, tasting the small remnants of semen and trying on my wife’s underwear left in the bathroom. Wanting to preserve her delicate lingerie, I decided to buy some for myself.

This led to secret online research into the world of women’s underwear. I chose discreet black, low-rise, transparent Brazilian cut panties from Jennifer Lopez’s collection. Today, I faced the humiliation of buying my own feminine underwear in a Lisbon mall. After making my selection, I felt ridiculous and embarrassed when I put them on.

I walked around the mall and had coffee, all while constantly adjusting my shirt to hide my new secret. The texture, the thong-style design, and the sensation of being slightly exposed, the shame, the fear of being noticed, the constant attention to my movements, it’s all been quite an experience in the last few hours.

Now, the question is, will my Locktober end with the month?

How could a man married to a conservative, cold, and closed-off wife fulfill Locktober? That’s where the ALTERNATIVE LOCKTOBER, mentioned in the previous post, was born.

Today, you can decide the next steps.

Before October arrived, I used Tumblr to read, study, and imagine this fantasy. Now, I have a psychological chastity that my wife controls without her knowledge. Only she can grant me release, and frequent masturbation is forbidden. By not actively seeking it, without evasion or avoidance, we shouldn’t go beyond 2 during this period.

This guarantees reduced activity and dependence. But this mental challenge lacks leadership, control of sexuality, servitude, humiliation, and constant teasing and excitement.

I used some Tumblr posts as inspiration for rules to follow, which were introduced as I achieved goals, finding satisfaction and achieving objectives.

Starting from the initial phase of not masturbating, I added challenges. I began wearing rings around my intimate areas during the day to simulate discomfort. I wore tighter underwear for a snug feeling. To increase excitement, I delved into the world of erotic content, reading male chastity stories and female-led relationships. I stimulated my imagination, always imagining my wife’s involvement.

One well-discussed rule is teasing. I made sure to be around my wife when she was naked or in lingerie, appearing disinterested. I stimulated myself in different ways throughout the day to intensify the experience. I also increased my interaction with erotic content on Tumblr, gaining more followers.

I fulfilled some of my wife’s previous wishes, such as intermittent fasting, a healthy breakfast without bread or cheese, and increased water intake. I started doing household chores, especially in the kitchen, to dedicate more time to tasks and reduce couch and TV time.

I added other rules, like a daily reading routine, limiting snacks and alcoholic drinks, attending social events chosen by her, and waiting at home for her return.

Later, I introduced rules of discomfort and mild humiliation, making me constantly vigilant and subject to unusual checks.

While the days were warm, I wore linen shorts without underwear. I bought intimate depilatory cream at the supermarket to increase public exposure. I used it on my intimate areas, including buttocks, groin, scrotum, and anus. I left a small vertical strip on the pubic area to maintain a secret. I increased the use of intimate hygiene and beauty products, making sure I was always clean, groomed, soft, and fragrant.

I began using lubricant on my penis and anus every night. After day 20 (2/3 of the challenge completed), I made things more challenging and punitive. I hid my penis in my underwear, as if it wasn’t there. This was uncomfortable and limiting, requiring frequent adjustments.

I resumed masturbation without ejaculation, pushing myself to the limit and prolonging it. Any trace of pre-ejaculate or semen had consequences: tasting it and wearing women’s underwear.

Last Saturday, I had a slip-up, but I managed to avoid a full ejaculation. I endured the punishment, tasting the small remnants of semen and trying on my wife’s underwear left in the bathroom. Wanting to preserve her delicate lingerie, I decided to buy some for myself.

This led to secret online research into the world of women’s underwear. I chose discreet black, low-rise, transparent Brazilian cut panties from Jennifer Lopez’s collection. Today, I faced the humiliation of buying my own feminine underwear in a Lisbon mall. After making my selection, I felt ridiculous and embarrassed when I put them on.

I walked around the mall and had coffee, all while constantly adjusting my shirt to hide my new secret. The texture, the thong-style design, and the sensation of being slightly exposed, the shame, the fear of being noticed, the constant attention to my movements, it’s all been quite an experience in the last few hours.

Now, the question is, will my Locktober end with the month?