A Male Chastity Perspective

After achieving 29 days without an orgasm I feel that I have beat the sexual daemon within me.  I now see the world in a light.  My Master let me watch some porn and to my amazement I didn't even get hard.  I wasn't even interested in watching it.  Testing my mind I even tried to get into it, but I just couldn't achieve that mind state of thinking pornography was hot.  The funny thing was that when I was watching the pornography I saw these hot guys achieving orgasm after orgasm.  I thought to myself that they were slaves and I myself was free from the longing of orgasm.  My mind filled with happiness and an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment hit me!

I felt as if I had unlocked the secrets of life while watching pornography.  I was watching these guys thinking they were free, when in reality they were all slaves to the male orgasm.  Slaves to their penis's every will.  Me, I was free from the thoughts of having an orgasm anymore.  I didn't desire one, and hoped that I would never have another.  I didn't want to become addicted to the feeling of achieving orgasm.  I liked being chaste, and felt grateful that my Master had let me achieve this amazing state of mind.

As I went about my day I looked at all the guys walking around with their girlfriends.  I thought about all these straight guys were all in slaved by the same ideas and concepts of achieving orgasm.  Everything they did with their girlfriends walking around, holding hands, kissing.  All that they were giving these girls were lies.  All they truly wanted to do was for the girls to help them achieve orgasm.  It was the truth, I saw the snake in the grass all around me.  That sex daemon lurking in the back of all these testosterone loaded guys minds.  I felt so sorry for them, so guilty that I was once like them.  That I was lost in the trance of orgasm.

So, what have I achieved?  Ever since I have become chaste I have been using my time differently.  Where I would usually be watching porn and jacking off, I now had this empty time slot in my daily routine.  I didn't know what to do with it, so I set the outlet to painting.  Painting calmed me down, brought the world down into the minute details of the paint, and the paintbrush.  I never even knew that I was such a horrible painter, but I didn't care I enjoyed it and hope to get better.  Instead of achieving this useless orgasmic state, I now was achieving skills in painting.  After I finish my canvas I hope to start something new themed with my new perspective on life.  I'll get an image of it up once my second master peace is finished.