Birthday Jar

My birthday is an extra special day for me, thanks to the birthday jar.

Let me introduce myself. I'm an American man. I have a normal life, but with a bit of a twist. I was born submissive and after one early failed marriage found my current wife of 15 years. She understood my nature and the benefits for her in having an especially devoted husband.

Chastity was a major part of my training from the beginning. She wasn't interested in cumbersome chastity belts and devices. She wanted immediate access to my cock. But more than that, she wanted me to demonstrate the mental and physical discipline necessary to limit my orgasms to when and how she saw fit. Sure, there have been periods of weakness when I resorted to masturbation, but overall I've maintained an exemplary record.

We've worked together to develop my skills at pleasuring her. I've taken classes in massage therapy, which I apply with some frequency at home. She's taught me how to pamper and massage her feet. I often get the intense pleasure of rubbing her down with oils and lotions when she is done with her bath.

Sexually, I've gradually been trained so I can pleasure her with my cock pretty vigorously without fear of orgasm even if it has been days or weeks from my last orgasm. Here's how: my wife quickly found out that my nipples are very sensitive. She made sure that she played with my nipples right before she allowed me my orgasms. Before long, I associated nipple tweaking with being an integral part of having an orgasm. Over time an orgasm has become almost unthinkable without intense nipple stimulation. Not having my nipples tweaked means that no orgasm was forthcoming. Except when in an unusually charged state, I can utilize my penis for her pleasure without fear of orgasm so long as she doesn't tweak my nipples.

Over 15 years my submission has boiled down to two "gifts." I've given her the gift of chastity. And I've released her from her vow of fidelity. She dates and currently has a very intense relationship with a male lover. She hopes to add a female lover this year. Recently, she's developed a strong interest in bondage, and is now an active player with a local group of shibari devotees.

It just seems right to me that I give her these two gifts. Oiling her skin and helping her pick out her outfits and lingerie when she is preparing for her lover happens to provide us both with a real erotic charge. Chastity helps me focus my energy and attention on her. I fetishize her whole body and being. In those periods in our marriage when we've pulled back from our D/s template, my attention has wandered and my erotic energy has dissipated. Ironically, I feel a much stronger man the more submissive I am to her.

The birthday jar is something that began over a decade ago. My birthday was approaching and she asked me what I would like. I replied that nothing would give me more pleasure than to welcome her to bed after her bath. I would be blindfolded with hands tied behind my back. She would give me an opportunity to worship her body with my tongue and lips for a time. Then she would reach over to a jar. In the jar would be pieces of paper, each bearing a number from one to 35, representing my age. The number on the piece of paper that she pulled out would be the number of days from my birthday until the day I would first be eligible for my next orgasm. The twist was that she would not tell me how many days I would have to be chaste.

The birthday jar worked like a charm. With lips and tongue I kissed and licked her passionately. She could feel my heat as I pleasured her pussy and ass and she responded accordingly. After a time she pulled away from my gaping mouth and reached for the jar. I heard her laugh when she pulled a piece of paper out of the jar and I knew that I was in for a long dry spell. I loved how my erotic fate was tied to the randomness of the numbers.

It turned out to be 27 days before I got blessed release. In those 27 days I was the most observant, attentive and sensitive husband anyone could want. My wife loved the effect. She locked the birthday jar up in her box of toys. Throughout the year she would retrieve the jar from her toy box and pull out meaningful numbers: the number of minutes for a foot massage; the time I had to pleasure myself to orgasm as many times as I could; the number of orgasms she had to have before I got one of my own. Her erotic creativity was exquisite.

Every year, on my birthday, another slip of paper goes into the jar, each one higher than the previous year. These annual additions, of course, has raised the average number of days on the pieces of paper picked, rarely to my benefit. Each year I'm allowed to worship her while blindfolded with my arms bound behind my back. Each year, my birthday gift is usually an extended period of chastity whose end point is a secret.

This week I turn 49. The average number is thus almost 25, which means I can expect almost a month of chastity and maybe much more. Or sure, I may get lucky and get under two weeks, but that would be a rare treat. Come to think of it I have never received less than 10 days. I'm not a statistician, but that strikes me as odd. Could she have taken the lower numbers out of the birthday jar? Now that would be a true birthday present.

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