I don’t know if I have ever had one, to be quite honest. I got pretty hard and drippy from an estim kit while I sat upright with my hands and feet being bound. Perhaps I could come at this in a slightly different direction and say… most intense sexual experience without sexual physical contact.
Being locked in chastity for a total of 122 days was pretty intense. That was kind of a big mindfuck. I felt inadequate and almost subhuman, like I wasn’t worthy of having any dick because I didn’t have access to my own. It also lowered my self esteem; my confidence level really took a hit. I had real difficulty the first go ‘round with the chastity cage at TBRU (2015) last year. It really flustered me and I was frustrated the entire weekend, well, except during the Bear Dance when I consumed a lot of alcohol just so I could not deal with my feelings for the evening.
Sir kept reassuring me it was all in my head, though, and I should use it the fact that I could only give head and not receive head as leverage to try and service others. “No reciprocation needed” was my mantra later on during Tidal Wave (2015) last year. It sort of worked in the way wearing a kilt gets you felt up “hey are you wearing that like you’re supposed to?”. People notice when you’re packing something in your skimpy swim shorts. I got asked quite often if I was wearing a cock ring, but mostly, people just stared at me walking through the pool area. Other times I would be in the pool and get groped or they heard through the grapevine that I had a cage on, intrigued, they would come by for a feel.
This part goes against the “physical contact” portion of your question, but it was still psychologically altering which helps illustrate how mentally intense chastity can be. I enjoyed the groping I would get at Tidal Wave last year. Often people would make out with me and paw at my junk, I imagine it was to see if I could get hard with it on, which I could. I was used to it so it didn’t hurt too much when I would get hard. Either that or they have a sadist streak and just wanted to fuck with me, which two people did. For about two hours straight this couple made out with me, pawing at my crotch, letting me paw at theirs, light stroking happening, and then when I asked them to go back to my room, I got the “Uh, no, that’s ok, I’m not really interested” blow-off response.
The most recent intense sexual experience without sexual physical contact would have been last night when I flogged my pig, @pugsleypig, in public at the Minneapolis Eagle. Typically in an impact play environment, I get chubby when check-ins happen. This happens whether I am the top or bottom in a scene. Someone flogging me and stopping to rub their hand wrapped in a leather glove down my back is intense. It makes my entire body melt and quiver. Tactile play in any type of BDSM atmosphere is something I absolutely love. (Giving head to @berlik while wearing his fursuit and his paws on me was fucking heaven.)
I suppose that is one reason why I do a lot of check-ins when I do impact play. Yes, I’m looking over them physically and making sure they are willing to continue and nothing “hurts,” but a good portion is to give that tender touch to their skin. So… back to my point about flogging Pugsley.
The instant I walked into the bar and seen him my cock quivered because I knew what was about to happen. He asked to be punished because he gave out his human name at a Starbucks, so my intention was to flog him publicly and make him yell out his name so everyone around could hear him. HOWEVER. That was nothing compared to me asking him to clear it with the bar staff that I even do this act on bar patio and he disregarded my request. Even after I showed up and told him again to go ask, he just sat there and looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. This was kind of that little push I needed to instill confidence in myself because, HOLY FUCK, I’M GOING TO FLOG SOMEONE IN PUBLIC.
His bf was sitting right there along with about a dozen other people. I made it known what was about to happen after I had to go ask the staff for permission. When I returned, I threw a humongous and heavy chain collar on him and lead him over to an empty wall. The entire time I’m working with him, I’m muttering under my breath to him how much of a disappointment he’s been this past week. How embarrassing it was that his Sir had to go do such a menial skill when he was told to do it.
Point of that story was: I was hard the whole fucking time. The. Whole. Time. No touching of genitals. No kissing. No embracing. Just me, my words, my tone, and my delivery towards my pig was all that was needed. Later in the evening when we were getting ready to leave I stopped to piss and my underwear were soaked with precum. I knew I was turned on, but I didn’t realize how much I got turned on!
Thank you for the question, @noodlesandbeef.
