This is a story based on a true experience. Copyright 2017 by Chastebob

I was just past 30 when I got my first supervisory position with a staff, including a secretary. My secretary wasn’t hired by me, but assigned from somewhere else in the company following the massive reorganization that got me my supervisor’s job. Sherry was tall and very thin, with small A cup breasts tastefully concealed behind high collar blouses. She wasn’t unattractive, but she also wasn’t the kind of woman to turn heads and elicit lustful thoughts. She was smart and competent and my career needed that much more than eye candy I shouldn’t be involved with in any event. Although not married, I had a steady girlfriend. As I got to know Sherry she looked exactly like what she was, a married Christian woman who sang in the choir every Sunday.

The reorganization of the company was one of those things that executives do when they think they are being “visionary” or at least want others to think so. Where the work of the business actually gets done the result was less efficient procedures and processes. There was a lot of stress trying to make things work as well as they used to; while fighting ridiculously higher objectives that sought to validate the reorganization as an improvement in productivity. As a first time supervisor this was quite a bit more than I was ready and able to deal with.

Sherry could tell the stress was eating me alive and we began to talk in bits and pieces about our lives. I was pleased that she didn’t try to convert me or tell me how Jesus was the answer to all my problems; frankly I respected her more for that. Through the course of conversations stolen in moments when, despite our heavy workload, we could go no further while waiting on decisions from above, I learned she wondered about a life outside the fairly rigid and predictable roles she found herself in, it was after all the 70s, the age of the sexual revolution. It wasn’t that she truly wanted to leave her life, it was just idle fascination about what would a freer life look and feel like. It was much the same as a guy might wonder what it would be like to be some international spy or action hero. Somewhere in all of this the book The Story of O came up.

We both knew only a little about it, mostly just its subject matter of domination of a female known only as “O”. As a piece of pure escape, and to have someone to discuss it with, we read it at the same time. My girlfriend had already made it clear that she was completely uninterested in the subject, no matter who dominated whom. I was not surprised that it turned me on. I had read similar literature since college and recently explored my own submissive desires with a professional domme.

Discussing the book at lunch I learned a great deal about female submissive fantasies. While Sherry’s were rooted in her specific childhood experiences, she assured me that many women seem to have at least a little of this. Whether due to our culture, upbringing, socialization or whatever or some tendency from biology, she assured me that it was far from uncommon. Confessing that while dominating a woman as the character did in the book was a turn on, I was also aroused by the reverse. We talked about that some and I suppose apart from our personal paths, we concluded that a degree of submissive fantasy might be common for both sexes as a way to avoid the responsibilities of adulthood, and return to what from this perspective seemed a simpler and happier time when we had no decisions to make and we only had to be concerned about pleasing one person, our principal parent. So you see our conversations were personal and in a way intimate, but also intellectual and philosophical. At the time I didn’t even see it as leading where it did.

A turning point of sorts came when the movie The Story of O was going to be playing in town. After all of our discussion of the book we simply had to see the movie and assess how well it was made into film. To avoid uneasy discussions we told no one else of our plans. She told her husband that she was meeting some friends after work, and I had no one to answer to, but would use a similar excuse if needed. We left the office in separate cars as always, but rendezvoused at the art theatre where the film was showing.

After, discussing the film I said how much I liked that the actress had a full bush, as that turned me on. Sherry squeezed my hand with a little smile. It wouldn’t be long before I validated what I thought that meant. It must be 20/20 hindsight that makes our arrival in bed at my house on a Saturday seem inevitable, because it did not seem so certain at the time. I honestly cannot even remember who or how it was first suggested. Ostensibly we were to try some of the scenes from the movie on her, to let her live out the fantasy experience. I had acquired a few whips and crops and thought I could do a good job of giving her a painful feel, while tied down.

When the prim and proper clothes came off I discovered that her bush was thick and dark with wild and untamed hair; an interesting counterpoint. I also discovered her “A” cups were actually a padded bra and she was flatter than me. Her eyes had a slightly fearful look, wondering if I would be disappointed in her appearance. I was about to have a unique in my life experience, I would not let that spoil it. I put my hand on her pussy, luxuriating in her thick hair, feeling for her lips.

“I positively LOVE this!” I said while gently rubbing her. I leaned over and kissed her left nipple. She responded as if she were close to orgasm. I didn’t know which action had excited her so much, or if it was the combination, but the uncertainty and worry left her face and was replaced by a small confident smile.

Seeing her confidence that I was pleased with her, I immediately dropped into “character” to get her ready for her whipping.

“So in addition to being punished for being a slut, and a cheating wife, I see we have one more issue to deal with.” I nodded to her breasts. “Just because I don’t have a problem with them is no reason to let you off for deceiving everyone about them.” At this last she actually looked guilty, since technically she wasn’t (yet) guilty of being a cheating slut.

“Kneel down and beg me to punish you like you deserve,” I ordered and she was on her knees in an instant.

“Please, sir, whip me for being a bad girl.”

It wasn’t very creative but it was our first time. I ordered her onto her knees on the bed. I used Velcro cuffs on each ankle which were already attached to ropes that were secured to the feet of the bed. Making sure her knees were far apart I put two pillows in front of her legs so that her ass would be up high and splayed open and her chest could lean forward and down on the pillows. The position presented her ass beautifully and also spread that hairy pussy wide. I could see those long pussy lips in her thick bush. Her butt cheeks had very little padding due to how skinny she was. I silently wondered if this would interfere with our activities. Then she broke character to remind me that she couldn’t have any marks left on her. That disappointed me and made me slightly mad, even though we had discussed it before. I was just thinking that to give her the proper experience would be difficult without leaving marks. Plus I had no experience with this, I didn’t know how hard a blow to give that wouldn’t leave marks. So that suggested I go very light and build up.

I decided that the intensity of the scolding might augment the reality of the scene and make up for the lack of welts on her backside. It came to me that the padded bra was a good place to start because it was undeniably true.

"Let's deal with this matter of your dishonesty regarding your appearance first," I said and tapped the switch on her up turned ass lightly, finding my best position and angle.

"I'm sorry! I didn't do it to deceive, only to feel like a normal woman," she blurted out rapidly, her shame and humiliation were palpable.

I struck her in the middle of her cheeks, though the blow was clearly not hard the surprise of it made her gasp and she tried to raise up, which moved her ass and that lovely hairy pussy down and under from their beautifully exposed position.

"Silence! I didn't ask for an answer from you. You will know it when I do. And keep that ass up and your head and shoulders down!" I punctuated this last with another stroke of the switch.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"I'm inclined to believe that your primary motive wasn't deception. If it were I think you might have gone for a larger cup size, or more revealing blouses." I continued applying the switch, with increasing force and spreading the strikes out all over her lean rump.

"Still, you are a married Christian woman. What should it matter to you what others think? Are you trying to be attractive to other men?" She tried to bear the strokes stoically while I continued to lecture her, but a flinch or a gasp now and then bore witness to their effect, even though probably more psychological at this point than physical. "Or is it a matter of ego? A little pride? An A cup pride, hidden behind high collar blouses?" She was weeping now, and clearly not from the pain of the switching. I decided to press on as this looked like it could be a cathartic moment.

"Isn't that right? Answer me!" A slightly more emphatic strike with the switch.

"Oh! Yes, yes, that's right. I'm sorry. I'm so ashamed." There were actual sobs and catches in her voice as she continued. "I want to be attractive to men, I want them to think I'm pretty. I want you to think I'm pretty. I went with the A cup only because more would have been too obvious if ... anyone ever saw me naked."

I was surprised by the depth of her revelation and realized that this was beyond our role play, but I couldn't stop now. I lightly rubbed the switch up and down her rear, being sure to tickle the pubic hair that stood out from between her legs and cheeks.

"You are pretty, inside and out." This obviously had an effect on her, her whole posture relaxed a little and she turned a little as if she would break position and reach for a hug.

"And you have confessed to harboring lewd and lascivious thoughts about other men." At this she stiffened a little and made sure her position was as prescribed. "You masquerade as a good Christian woman and wife, but in your heart, you are a slut!"

I punctuated this last with the strongest blow yet. It crossed her butt cheeks lower down and hit her protruding pussy lips. She shrieked and her hand flew back to cover her stinging privates. A faint red line was visible across her mildly rosy red butt.

"Don't you dare hide yourself from me!" I almost shouted and brought the switch up between her legs to strike the protecting hand a few times, more to show my insistence than to cause her hand pain. She quickly removed it.

"Yes. Yes you are right, sir."

I continued to bring the switch up between her legs to punish her pussy, but with much less force. She gasped and cried out but her movements were positively sensuous, as if her sex was reaching out to meet the switch. I had the most amazing hard on I could remember getting without any touching since adolescence. I dropped the switch to the floor and ran my hand over her cheeks, and between her legs, feeling the soft mat of her bush, and the moist, full lips guarding the entrance to her vagina.

As soon as I released the Velcro ankle restraints she spun around and hugged me so tight that I thought I might not be able to breathe. Then in an instant she was tearing my clothes off, almost literally. When my erection popped out of my underwear she barely let me kick them off my feet before she had her mouth on my cock. She was doing her best to deep throat it, but quickly settled for really working the head. Through my movements I indicated that I wanted to lie down in the 69 position. We got into that position without my cock ever leaving her mouth.

The ass and pussy lips I had just switched were now just inches above my face. I could see the red mark from hardest stroke, but it wasn't swollen, it would fade in hours. Still it gave me some satisfaction to have evidence of her punishment still visible. I took in the sexy sight and scent of her and then parted her thick dark bush to get at her secret charms. She was so wet that my tongue didn't need to provide any lubrication to separate the petals of her flower.

Her actions on my cock could only be described as frantic. On pure technique it wasn't going to rank in the top half of my experiences, but her eagerness and enthusiasm, together with the heavenly sight on my face, made it memorable in the extreme. I got one of her long lips between mine and gently pulled it out as far as it would go, sucking and licking it. Then my tongue found her little button.

Mimicking her pace I alternately sucked it into my lips and tormented it with rapid flicks of my tongue. She made little squeals in her throat while her tongue was furiously polishing my knob. Just then her legs stiffened and her mouth came off my dick for just a moment. During that moment she called out “AAAHHHHHH”, but it sounded like a single note. Then she was back on my cock and I could take no more and felt my nuts draw up. The ejaculatory spasms actually hurt. I could feel the hot semen shooting out of my penis and into her mouth. Her lips made a seal on my dick and not a drop of at least 5 spurts slipped out. She swallowed every bit, and then kept suckling on my cock as if it were a teat and she a hungry baby. I slowed my attentions to let her recover, while thinking to myself, ‘so that’s what a good Christian cunt tastes like.’ I couldn’t resist planting a ‘seed’ in her head.

“Tomorrow, in church, when you are singing, remember that note, and the moment that brought it out of you.”

Her embarrassed giggle confirmed for me that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from thinking about it. So I pushed just a little further.

“While you’re at it, imagine I’m under that big, billowy robe, helping you hit it again.”

“You know I won’t be able to think of anything else!” she said blushing profusely.

“I’m counting on it,” I said enjoying my own mental picture of her face turning red in the middle of a song, wondering if the Choir Director would notice and wonder what she was thinking.

Our intimate discussions continued at work and I told her that I was thinking that my submissive side might actually be the stronger of the two. I confessed to her one of the more puzzling fascinations I had. While the thought of actual castration terrified and repulsed me, in an erotic story setting it had a strange appeal. Women were the ones taught to be ashamed of sex and sexual desire, not men. So a woman’s interest in her own mutilation might be like casting it out. In theory the same could be true of a man, but it seemed rare and didn’t fit with me at all. She could easily understand a woman’s interest in male castration.

The next time we were together was supposed to be a turnabout of sorts, with her helping me experience submission. However, her dialog was minimal and sounded forced while the switching was not forced enough. The encounter was not the torrid affair of our first tryst, but I did get to fuck that married choir girl pussy. I also got a demonstration of just how powerful the castration fetish was. I was deep in her and holding out fine until she reached around and cupped by balls, and whispered firmly in my ear.

“If you cum before I do these are coming off.”

I was immediately over the line spurting my cum in her till my balls ached.

We never hooked up again. I believe she was truly feeling guilty about cheating on her husband. My girlfriend and I moved in together, eliminating the ease of a place to go. Another reorganization and promotion sent me to the headquarters office, again with a staff in place.

It’s just as well that we didn’t have the opportunity to continue. These things never end well, and the longer they go on, the worse they end. Still I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything 

If you've marked any of my galleries as favorites, hopefully, you will have noticed that some of them are gone. Simply put, I got fed up with people taking captioned pics I posted here and reposting them on tumblr as if they were their own creations. So everything that I haven't already posted on tumblr is gone. I may add them back here as I post them on tumblr, or not. I don't know, I haven't really decided. All I can say is that since most of the captions I see are unimaginative and not even in correct English, I really like mine and if we are going to track sources (like tumblr does) then I should get the credit. I used the same user name here and on tumblr so it would be easy for people to make the connection. At this point, I'm entertaining the idea of imbedding my username in the captioned portion. I guess what put me over the edge was the tendency for the people doing this to NOT have any messaging turned on so they couldn't even be confronted about it and asked to acknowledge where the caption came from.

I know we all use photos that are not our's but I try to leave information about that intact, AND no one assumes that we are the source of the pictures - but the added caption is another thing.

Anyway, I do appreciate that people like them, and I understand that some just thought they were being supportive by giving the captioned picture a wider audience. Perhaps I will be able to see it that way again, perhaps I would have if so many hadn't done it in a way that made it impossible to talk to them about it.

So now you know what happened to some of the pictures.

I have been considering removing all of my captions from this site. It seems that they are only serving as a source for people to take them and present them on tumblr as their own. I know we all repost photos with little regard to the actual ownership - but I don't think anyone posting them is mistaken for the person who took the photo, whereas there certainly seems to be that presumption in regard to the captions added.

Someone please tell me why I shouldn't just shut this down here. I've used the same ID, and I've even posted a note at the gallery to please not repost without credit for the caption. And most infuriating is that the people doing it, don't enable messaging so they can't even be confronted about it.

I had this idea for some time that someone should put down some of the information about keeping a male securely in chastity; sort of like giving away the secrets to how we leave ourselves "back doors" when we (and it is usually we men) bring chastity up with our wives or girlfriends. I finally finished it and you can read it as a series of photos of pages in my gallery called Blog Photos. I put it there in that way so it would not get out there as a simple text file that people could start changing and still act as if it was my work or ideas, or worse still try to pass off as their's. In writing it I was very careful to keep in mind that the overwhelming majority of couples who play with chastity are not any where close to (and are put off by) what I will call the "hard core extreme fringe". So the idea was that there were some simple things she could do to bust most guys ideas of ways to cheat on the device, for the sole purpose of giving them both the genuine experience for as long or short a time as they wanted. It absolutely was not intended to be, nor would I want to be associated with, some elaborate attempt to devise a 100% perfect system of control, even if such a thing could exist.

Hope you enjoy it, and spread it around, especially to the women.

Thanks 

The original comparison was actually written almost a year ago, and so I have a bit more follow up.

Although not nearly as bad, or as frequent, there is a small edema problem with the CB6000 as well. I think that this will be an issue for growers more than showers. It has to do with the changes in size of the penis and how the skin can get folded and trapped in the cage. One of the advantages the CB2000 had was the bars in the cage. Those bars would allow a Q-tip in to rearrange and smooth out any skin folds. Of course it also made them more likely. Guess there's a trade-off to everything. For me, it seems to work best to be out of the device for several hours a day. This avoids the edema issue, allowing swelling to go down if it has happened, and even if there is no teasing, the time out of the device can be easily "supervised" in the evening at home with my wife. This also allows for device and privates cleaning.

Hygiene continues to be the biggest drawback for the CB6000. In as little as 12 hours of wear the cage itself can have an odor. Taking a shower with one of those hand held sprayers allows me to direct the water right into the pee slit. This definitely helps, but is still not quite as good as taking it off and giving it a thorough cleaning. If it were not for the edema issues for me personally, I could see that this cleaning technique might suffice for at most a week before it would need to be removed for a really good cleaning.

I've noticed some versions of the CB6000 with opaque cages, colored like wood, or camo. These are cute, but I would advise against them for long term wear. I think you need to be able to see if there is edema developing, or anything else that might be troubling.

I've gotten pretty proficient at putting the device on, but it is still a little tricky. I have to use the "sock trick" and I still have to give it a second try about a quarter of the time. The cage needs just the right amount of lube in just the right places, AND the "sock" must not be too far up the penis, or too far down.

SOCK TRICK

I don't know who came up with this first, but it really is clever, and works better than any of the other ideas I tried before. The short version is use a small woman's stocking (like those kind that just go up ankle high) to slip over your penis, feed the toe of the stocking through the cage and out the pee slit and then line up and pull the stocking through by the toe and it drags the penis along with it into the cage.

Now in practice there are some potential difficulties. First we use a woman's stocking because the material is stretchy and very thin. This will become important when you realize that a common first mistake is to have pulled the stocking all the way up the penis to the body and now you are fully in the cage and there is still more stocking to pull through, and it is very tight and you can't easily pull out, or keep pulling the stocking through. So lesson one: don't go for broke pulling the stocking on. Unfortunately the "right" degree of insertion into the stocking is something you'll have to experiment with. Too deep in and there will be too much stocking left in back of the cage to pull through after you are all the way in; too little, not deep enough, and the stocking pulls out of the pee hole and your penis isn't even half way into the cage. For me, it seems to work best if the stocking top is just about half an inch or so behind my penis head.

The next issue is lube. Some people talk about putting it all over the penis and/or inside of the cage. Maybe that works for them, but for me (a grower) that only made it easier for the penis to slip around, and potentially create some bunch up of skin that is the beginning of edema situations. So I liked the idea that the penis head shaped cavity might hold me in place better. So I just put a little lube on the inside of the cage at the opening only - only about a quarter of an inch in. This allows the stocking to pull through a little easier, but leaves the penis and the rest of the cage relatively dry to hold onto me and keep me stretched into the cage.

The extra difficulty in getting the stocking trick just right and all is well worth the better and safer fit. Even if I have to repeat the attempt I'm getting it on relatively quickly and easily.

I've been very happy with my CB2000, I've had it for about 5 years or so, it was the first chastity device I owned. Recently, as in a few months ago, I bought a CB6000 and have been wearing it enough to get the fit right and to become accomplished with putting it on, etc. I go back and forth between the two devices, and I think that's because there are pros and cons to both. I think I've been wearing the CB6000 long enough to have a few (hopefully) helpful comments.

First, I don't believe there is one "best" device for all - there is a best device for you, based on a lot of factors, not the least of which is your anatomy and the level of importance various aspects are to you.

I'm a "grower", which basically means that flaccid my penis can get short and small, but erect it's right in the middle of the average range. I'm older (60's) which means my skin isn't near as elastic as it once was. All of these are important considerations for the safety and comfort of the device you choose. I'm typically unlocked every evening, though not for orgasm, and often not even for teasing. This helps avoid some of the problems devices can cause in long uninterrupted wearing, though I have worn the CB2000 for as long as 3 days without a break. Based on my experiences with both I can extrapolate what long term wear in each would be like for me.

I like the open bars of the 2000, it's easier to make minor adjustments in position of the penis when peeing (which helps avoid splatters and sprays) and stays cleaner during a day's wear. Plus the caged look is appealing. On the down side, changes in size during a day can and often does end up bunching up some skin either just under the penis head, frenum area, and/or near the base. A little swelling or edema was the result and this isn't good, and even started to feel a little numb sometimes and that's a good reason to get unlocked and let things get back to normal. It was a little disturbing that this could happen in as little as 6 hours.

So that's when the idea of the 6000 seemed like a good solution, it's design would essentially allow the penis to be pulled into the tube and the narrower shaft would avoid places for the skin to bunch up by holding it in place. I was also attracted to the cuff ring closer, which makes it possible to get off if necessary when everything is engorged without trying to push a swollen package through the solid ring. I was concerned about the enclosed design which could mean that if the penis were shrunk back from the slit, pee would fill the head of the device before running out. And it does.

Pretty much everything went as I expected. Here's the run down.

Putting on the device
Cuff Ring

CB2000 - sometimes difficult, even with experience, a lot depends on whether they are hanging low that time or not. Nice to have on even without the device as erection enhancer, but hard to get off if nice "blue" balls swell comes about under long teasing and edging.

CB6000 - not as easy to assemble the pieces on the privates as I thought, and I'm often leaving the cuff ring intact and slipping into it as if it were a single piece like the 2000. But it's nice to think that if I needed to get it off, I wouldn't have to try to slip through the ring. Because the posts stick out from the cuff ring it isn't really as useful as a cock and ball ring, like the 2000.

Cage Assembly

CB2000 - I got to where this was almost second nature and found that the slots and gaps made it pretty easy to get in.

CB6000 - Just switching which piece the pins were attached to (cuff ring versus cage) and which piece the holes were on turned out to really require some relearning. But beyond that, it's necessary to use the "sock trick" to pull the penis into the cage. The stocking has to be thin enough, and not too far down the penis, and not too little, and sometimes it's harder to pull through than others. This definitely takes longer and is more trouble than the 2000. However, it does all I hoped it would in terms of minimizing edema.

Pissing and Cleanliness

CB2000 - a shower gets water into virtually all aspects of the cage and toilet paper folded easily dries between the bars if alignment wasn't quite what you thought.

CB6000 - frequently the head of the tube fills with pee and then runs out over my ball sack. The cage has an odor at the end of the day since toilet paper can't get very far into the slit in the head, and the penis seems to sweat in there sometimes. (Yes I've seen the little squirt bottles etc for shooting water into the head etc for cleaning while wearing - doesn't impress me much, especially as a solution for during the day every time I go to the bathroom)

Appearance and Other Indiscreet Issues

CB2000 - The cage is a little bulky and even though I don't wear tight pants, laying on a massage table (for a legitimate therapeutic massage) I suspect it looks odd under the sheet, and of course the lock moves and clicks, which can be fun in a risque "will someone wonder what that is" sort of way but also can be concerning - again depending on context.

CB6000 - the lock fits tighter and doesn't move so the noise factor is eliminated and the natural outline makes it (I think) less noticeable. (And yes, like a lot of CB wearers I have had the thought that it would be interesting for someone, especially a woman, to notice and ask, but that's mostly fantasy)

Longer Term Wear

CB2000 - I don't see this working for me for long uninterrupted wear. Aside from the edema issues, which can be serious, as good as I had the fit long days invariably resulted in chaffing and/or pinching.

CB6000 - I've had none of the chaffing or pinching issues with the 6000 and except for the cleanliness aspect, feel it is more comfortable and suitable for longer term wear without interruption.

So that's my take on the two devices. Since the 2000 has been discontinued I suspect that folks entering the scene have fewer options - unless they go with one of those 2000 knock offs, or find some old stock, or a used device.

A perennial question on all forums about chastity and orgasm denial is “how long?” The proper answer isn’t a formula or even an average of what others are doing, but rather what is right for each couple. That said a lot of people report that they find it more exciting to have some unpredictability to when. Knowing exactly when it will be, or being able to predict, takes some of the fun and excitement out of it for a lot of couples. At the same time, most seem to want to keep the overall time frame within certain limits. In another post we’ll talk about ways to establish those limits, while avoiding falling into unconscious predictable patterns.

For today, we’ll just take a look at some of those “statistics” on denial periods. The fine people at http://www.chastity-uk.co.uk/ have a graph at their website which collected some survey data on this. I’ve participated in and set up some other surveys on Yahoo and other forums, and the results always seem to be similar. My previous comments in another post about the relative value and validity of Internet surveys still stands, but for those who are fascinated by the math I thought there were a few things we might discern from the pattern of responses.

 See Image LockInTime in Gallery

It was the regular pattern of peaks in the graph that first got my attention, and how even where the pattern seemed to break you could almost tell that it was the result of two or more patterns being superimposed. So I thought I would try to separate the patterns and see what they might tell me.

The first four spikes occur at 7, 14, 21 and 28 days, perhaps not coincidentally multiples of a week. There is a double spike at 30 and 31 days, both higher than the one at 28 days, and another at 60 days, month multiples?

To cut a long story short I identified four types of “players” and created a fifth category for those responses I couldn’t easily assign to any of the four types. Each type is characterized by the basic unit of time they use as a measure; in other words their denials are typically multiples of some period of time – days, weeks, months or years. The people who measure their denial in terms of days I called “Casuals”, while the others were less cryptic as “Weeklies”, “Monthlies” and “Annuals”. To understand the concept here think of a Weekly couple. They only have sex play on the weekends, and through some method (pure whim on her part, random chance or the earning of points, etc.) he either does or doesn’t get to orgasm. If he doesn’t his next opportunity is next weekend. The most recent denial period for these types of couples will naturally be in multiples of a week.

The fifth category I couldn’t easily fit into one of the other groups were “Random”. Noting that even at long periods there were some midweek data points that didn’t correspond to a regular multiple, I couldn’t tell if they were part of one of the other groups who had just gotten their time extended, perhaps because of bad behavior, or what. Using the average of ones that clearly didn’t belong to a cycle, I projected them through the whole data set and then started looking at the counts that could be found in each of the other patterns. I felt that this was a more conservative approach than arbitrarily assigning them to one of the other groups. However, virtually all of the Randoms occurred before the 60 day mark, so if they belong to a group it would likely be one of the first three.

Looking at the whole sample the breakout was roughly as follows with and without assigning the Randoms to the other groups:
Casuals – 11% - 14%
Weeklies – 25% - 35%
Monthlies – 14% - 22%
Annuals – 28% - 28%
Randoms – 22% - 0%

Since the Annuals seemed to be such a “hardcore” faction, and since 67% of the responses fell within the first 60 days a more representative picture for newbies to the scene might come from the first three groups in the first 60 odd day responses.

When their percentages are computed from the responses that fell in those first 60 days it looks like this:
Casuals – 20%
Weeklies – 49%
Monthlies – 31%

And a graph with groups identified might appear like this:

See Player Types in Gallery

The relative size of the groups at this level of focus seemed about right. It also seemed like a better way to think about denial periods if you first thought about how frequent were your current real opportunities for orgasm (with your partner).

Surveys on Internet forums certainly shouldn’t be taken too seriously. But sometimes they do provide interesting results if the questions and potential responses are properly constructed. Take this one from an Orgasm Denial forum regarding rules concerning porn that the men must follow. One of the responses was to check if they could watch any kind of porn at any time and orgasm when they wished. This question immediately allowed us to weed out those who are not actually under any sort of orgasm control at all; which turned out to be just over 1/3.

See Survey 1 Picture

This actually set an interesting pattern of thirds. Roughly a third (36%) had restrictions on what sort of porn they could watch (e.g. only femdom, chastity related, etc.) and between a quarter and a third (29%) had to do their watching in chastity. The overlaps between these groups was even more interesting. For those who had restrictions on the type of porn they could watch, about 1/3 of them had to do it in chastity, while only 1/4 of those who watch any type had to be in chastity devices.

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Even though we can’t be sure how representative these figures might be of the OD community at large, there is a certain logic to the responses. Those who control what is watched are more likely to closely control the orgasm; while those who closely control the orgasm with a CB are more or less evenly divided on whether to restrict the type of porn viewed.Oddly enough there were no responses under the option “No porn at any time” which is the sort of rule that shows up a lot in fiction. That shouldn’t be too surprising since fiction frequently contains extremes, and mythical things like inescapable chastity devices.