Female led relationships discussion

We face a choice next year. By January 2, 2016, I’ll have spent five hundred days under her total control over my masturbation and orgasm. Things are going well for me. Submission is now part of the daily routine. I stay cheerful, helpful, and kind, always appreciative when she gives me a little touch.

I’ve got nearly four months left in this year under Her authority. As we agreed, every orgasm is a gift from her. So far in 2015, I was instructed to masturbate only once—that happened back in March as ordered. She spooned me and held me tight while she wetly fucked my ear with her tongue. At that moment, I really wanted to be turned over and taken.

I truly want to reach the 1000-day mark. I count up rather than down, which helps. After a year of this habit becoming part of who I am, it’s defining me. Once we hit 1000 days, I hope I’ll feel ready to vow myself as her good boy—sweet and chaste for eternity. She prefers me like this; I please Her! Occasionally I get a bit too excitable or excessive, but I can manage my melting point. The idea of being forever captivated and completely dependent on her for sexual satisfaction is a wonderfully romantic notion.

Here’s the issue: next year she might have to stay home alone for four months straight. I could possibly travel out to visit halfway through, but still… we’d be separated for those four months.

I’ve never gone more than one month without an orgasm. June showed me my limits and how deep my commitment runs. There’s no guilt left in being denied that release. But four months? Yesterday, She calmly informed me I wasn’t getting mine today, though she still played with her toys on me. My nipples were tweaked, I was stripped naked in the kitchen and spanked—that was my consolation. All day long I wore as little clothing as possible to look alluring. I made sure to stay within easy reach for a casual grab of my backside, but She explicitly ignored my attempts at seduction. When I boldly asked directly, pushing the boundaries slightly, I got a “No.” I lowered my eyes and accepted without fussing. We closed out the weekend with a calm embrace in bed. Aroused though I was, I stayed still, focusing on being loving rather than greedy. She thanked me for being sweet and supportive.

Four months apart. Darn it. But I have time to prepare mentally. Physically, I have everything required to keep myself locked up, sealed off, protected, and chaste for long periods while staying healthy and clean. That’s no trouble at all.

The real difficulty is picturing life without our constant intimate bond. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure if I’ll manage.