This is probably one of those “too much information” posts, but recently I was chatting with some online friends about the subject of self-imposed chastity, or what I like to call self denial, where you limit the number of orgasms that you allow yourself during a given time period. This is obviously quite different from wearing an actual chastity device, a subject which also intrigues me, but not something I’ve ever tried. Instead of the control being imposed by a device and someone who perhaps holds the key for it (that does sound like fun, though the logistics of going to the gym and so on seem tricky), self denial on the other hand is simply using your willpower to keep yourself from masturbating and allowing the sexual tension to build up over time. I’ve found that I always enjoy my kinks and interests more if I have fewer orgasms and, not surprisingly, after a couple weeks of no release I find that when my mind turns to such things there’s usually a heightened intensity to them. Sometimes it’ll be pretty easy to go days at a time without any release, and other times it’s all I can do to not find some sexy pictures on Fetlife or Flickr and get it done!

Well, I haven’t done this sort of thing in quite a while, but I was thinking about it last month, so I decided to try to limit myself to one orgasm for the month of July and then see how the rest of the summer goes (thankfully FetishCon is at the end of the month – if any event can destroy my willpower that one certainly could). So far here we are on the early morning of day sixteen (just got back from Friday night karaoke) and surprisingly it hasn’t been too difficult, though I had a few tough moments when I saw some nice bondage pictures and some pictures of a very cute CD a few days ago that got to me pretty bad. We shall see how the rest of the month goes. I really don’t know how long I’ll last, or if I’ll be able to keep this up (so to speak) and of course I could always call in my one orgasm tomorrow, though that would leave the rest of the month ahead of me with no release at all, so I’d rather save it till the end of the month. Just as an aside, the longest I ever held myself back was actually two months and that was when I was a terribly guilt-ridden eighteen-year-old. I still don’t know how I lasted that long at such an early age, though my reasons for doing it were motivated by guilt and self-loathing then; whereas now it’s almost like an extended period of foreplay (as an online friend said). I’ll most likely be posting more updates here as things progress, for better or worse…

And just before heading out the door Friday night for the Santa Fe Tavern…And that same shiny blouse will be in the next update on the site.