u/madethisjusttoswitch and chastity

Back when I was doing CBT (ew, not like that you pervert), I had a bit of a running joke with my therapist about being "perfectly psychologically healthy." Perfect psychological health obviously doesn't exist. That said, I still have weakpoints. It's been over a year since any of my weakpoints merited professional help. But I still keep tabs on my psychology, and keep working to become more psychological healthy.

My biggest weakpoint is that, emotionally, I am absolutely convinced that no woman could ever want anything to do with me sexually or romantically. Analytically, I think I have a lot to offer, as both a sexual and romantic partner. Emotionally, though? Not a chance. It's one hell of a mindfuck to have my system 1 and system 2 (to use Kahneman's terminology) in such strident disagreement. But I got a lot out of my time doing CBT, and probably the most useful meta-level lesson I learned was to take situations where my system 1 and system 2 disagreed and reconcile them.

Chastity is obviously the solution.

I kid. It has not escaped me that, in reality, it is overwhelmingly likely I fix my system 1 (I'm extremely confident that my system 1 is in the wrong here, although that's not always the case) before I get to lock-your-cock-up-and-take-the-keys levels of intimacy with a woman. By the time we've reached that point, I've probably provided my system 1 with enough contrary evidence that it finds its current views untenable. But maybe.

Maybe I meet a woman and I (to the horrified protests of my system 1) ask her out. Say we hit it off. Eventually we get to talking about sex stuff, and I say that I'm a switch. Can she work with that? Yes she can.

My in-person sexual experience is null (see: my asshole system 1), so she starts off in charge to show me the ropes. She shows me how to kiss her, how to touch her, how to make her feel good. And she locks up my cock so I can concentrate on that. With my cock locked away, I am even more motivated to learn quickly, and less distracted by my own desires. Soon enough, she's showing me how to eat her out and I bring her to climax. Already very gratifying. But then, she unlocks me because she wants my cock.

She didn't have to do that. She already got hers. In fact, the most natural path forward would be to keep my cock in its current state. She's not unlocking me because she's scared of me, or feels pressured to get me off because she's socialized to be nice, or whatever other increasingly-implausible reason my system 1 can come up with. She can do whatever she wants, and she's going out of her way to unlock me because she wants my cock.

Take that system 1, you bastard.

The good: I'm hard after all the denial and she's wet after all the cunnilingus. The bad: I'm going to last not very long at all after all the denial and the intercourse is going to be more awkward than pleasurable. But she already got hers and the first time was always going to be like that. In fact, she knew that taking my cock would be more awkward than pleasurable and still unlocked me because she fucking wanted to fuck my cock.

So, yeah. Chastity is, in my fantasies (and almost certainly not IRL) my super-weird approach to alleviating my biggest psychological weakness.

This isn't to say that being a sadsack with a faulty system 1 is the only reason I'm into the whole chastity/edging/tease denial thing. I experience sexual pleasure almost exclusively through my cock, and once it finishes, so does my ability to experience sexual pleasure.

(This isn't to say that orgasm means sexy time is over, but it certainly does affect my ability to continue receiving pleasure.)

Edging is a natural consequence of this. Given the choice between climaxing now and having my cock played with for another minute and then having an even stronger orgasm, the latter will always be more pleasurable, even if I don't personally have the self-control for it. Also, I find it pleasurable to be edged for one minute. Therefore, by way of induction, being edged indefinitely but never being allowed to cum is more pleasurable than ever having an orgasm. Q.E.D., bitches!

Alas, while math may be unconstrained by precepts of reality, edging is not. The positive integers may be unbounded above, but the time I have to get my brains edged out is not, and increasing marginal cost is a bothersomely common aspect of the real world. So, how do we make the most of the time I have edging? Tease and denial, obviously! After several days of not cumming, especially if I'm being played with in the interim, the edging becomes even more intensely pleasurable. On top of that, my subby side finds some perverse enjoyment in feeling the need to cum very badly. But with that extreme frustation and needing to have a life outside of the bedroom, it is extremely helpful to have something to help keep my mind off of and my hands away from my cock. Thus, chastity.

(Despite appearances, there's more to my sexuality than tease denial/edging/chastity. For instance, I have a strong terminal desire to ejaculate inside of my partner. And then there's my whole D side, which is much less one-note than my s side. But this is "Switches and Chastity", so I'm limiting my discussion to the chastity aspects of switching.)

Smut

Note: this is based off of an existing work, Slippery Slope, in particular this fill. I, being a switch at heart, have done great violence to the original. Notably (1) I interpret "into girls" as "into girls, but not exclusively", (2) I interpret "bestie" as a switch, despite no suggestive evidence in the original, and (3) I interpret "cucky" as a switch, despite ample evidence to the contrary in the original.

The trope is that chastity turns the recipient subby, willing to do anything to get out. This has not been my experience. This has very much not been my experience.

Sure, to all outward appearances, I'm a perfect sub while in chastity. But I'm a switch on the inside, and so even while I enjoy my lockup, I'm preparing for when the tables turn. The harder you domme me, the more I'm willing to reciprocate. The longer you keep me locked, the longer I have to plan.

So go ahead. Domme the fuck out of me. Invite another girl into the relationship who I can't fuck with my cock locked up, even. Keep me locked until I'm out of my mind with desperation. I have my safeword and I won't hesitate to use it if appropriate. Do your worst. Please.

After you unlock me, you wear the same crop tops you did the night you locked me up. Thin fabric, deep neckline, just a bit too tight. You swap out the boyshorts for a cute little to entice me with your ass. And we add something: cuffs for your wrists and ankles.

We start the same way too: you two are kissing. The context couldn't be more different, though. You aren't teasing me; you're enticing me. I'm teasing you, making you work for my cock. It doesn't take much to get me hard after the denial, but after so long, it's also not hard to wait.

It doesn't take long before two sets of hard nipples are clearly visible through the crop tops. I give it another few minutes before getting up. First I take the tops off, then the thongs. You're both wet and ready and eager to take me. I'd like it and you'd like it. But you dommed me so well, I feel obligated to return the favor. First, more teasing.

I take turns feeling you two up, moving from one to the other as you continue to kiss, not spending too much time on either one of you. I avoid any particularly sensitive areas until I hear you whimper when I change girls. Good. That's the sort of thing I encourage, so you get rewarded with touches to your more sensitive areas. Not your pussy—not yet—but you can get a mouth playing with your nice hard nipples.

You both know the only way this ends, so it's not long until one of you breaks.

"Please."

I look up and raise an eyebrow. Beg better.

"Please. Cock. Please."

There we go.

I guide you two to the long side of the bed and bend you over it. I bind you at your wrists and ankles: on the outside to the bed, on the inside to each other. Again, I could take you, and you'd be happy and I'd be happy, but after how well you dominated me, it would be wrong to stop after some teasing and a little bondage. So now you're getting spanked.

I don't spank hard. It's almost more of an excuse to grab your asses, really. I'm not looking to punish you. I really did have a good time subbing, and I want to encourage that, so the spanking is firmly in the "funishment" zone. You still feel it, naturally, but in a way your subby little backside likes.

I don't go too long. You're still going to get pounded and I don't want that to hurt. My goal here is to sensitization.

Once I'm satisfied that you're adequately sensitized—you have more of a reaction to spanks of the same strength—now you get my cock.

I start with the begger, as a reward. I slowly slide into her, then put a vibrator on her clit. My stamina is wretched after the chastity, so I let the vibe to most of the work. I'm mostly savoring her tight wet hot pussy wrapped around me. She feels so good. And evidently I do to, because it's not long before she asks for permission to cum.

Not yet.

It's the non-begger's turn. She spent the time I was inside the begger begging for my cock, so she gets rewarded with it. Same thing as the begger, savoring her pussy while I let the vibe bring her to the edge.

Back and forth I go, edging you two.

Once, I don't think the begging for my cock was adequate, so I edge her with just the vibe. I keep my cock pressed against her ass, so she can feel what she missed, as I bring her to the edge. Subsequent begging is exquisite.

You've lost count of the edges, but I haven't. Each of you gets one edge for every day I spent in chastity. I wonder, did you think that the frustration you visited on me would come back to you? You had to know, right?

But, just as my time in chastity came to an end because you wanted cock too much, my time teasing you has come to an end beyond I want pussy too much.

The begger first. At this point, her stamina is almost as wretched as mine, so with the vibe on her, I can pound her nice and hard as she cums. I get to the edge not long after. I use her pussy to stay close as the vibe brings her to a second orgasm. When she asks to cum, I give permission and climax balls deep inside of her as she contracts uncontrollably around my cock.

Good girl.

Now it's the non-begger's turn. My refractory period will be shorter after that denial stint, but it won't be zero. However, because this one wasn't the one who broke and begged for my cock, clearly she needs more teasing.

Up onto the bed she goes. I tie her hands to the posts at the head of the bed, then position myself between her legs. I tease her from the hips up, the begger teases her from the head down, and we meet at her breasts. Four hands, two mouths, zero chance of orgasm.

I'm not sure if it was playing with her breasts, or the sounds she made when she had both each nipple in a mouth, but I'm soon ready to go again. I put her legs over my shoulders and fuck her. The begger handles the vibe, and I grab each one of your breasts, because why the hell not.

This time, I'm not concerned with her pleasure. I'm fucking her pussy for me, and I'll cum whenever I'm ready. It's a high-variance strategy: maybe you get more orgasms than the begger, but maybe you get none at all.

She seems satisfied after I finished, so I guess she probably did cum. Good on her. And good on me for making her cum!

Tomorrow, we'll sit down and have a serious negotiation about what this period of dominance will look like. Right now, it's snuggle time.