Anal Masturbation vs. Cock Masturbation
I think that's the difference I've been trying to understand but never put into words. Having now been plugged 24/7/365 (approximately) for seven years, my cock masturbation has fallen off to almost zero, and it is very rare when I have a raging hard-on for me to take it in hand and jackoff to ejaculation. I do that sometimes, and I get a great deal of pleasure when I come. It's intense, probably more so because I have the plug in my rectum when I do. In fact, the intensity of the ejaculation sometimes makes me want to remove the plug for a little relief—but I don't!. Guys, you know how it is, once you ejaculate. Your dick becomes super sensitive and you can't usually continue to masturbate once you come. You don't want to. You're satisfied. Now, I'm not talking about teenage boys who could masturbate and ejaculate 50 times a day. That's just being that young and vigorous.
She is using my kind of butt plug: either the Icicles #14 or the Devi Glass plug. |
When I'm plugged, my brain continually produces endorphins, just as it would if I were being fucked by a cock or fucking or masturbating with my cock. The grand difference is living plugged is quite a bit less explosive and transitory and the feeling of pleasure and happiness doesn't subside; it's always there at some level. I can also attest that I can continue to work and think rationally, get my chores done (hehehe...they're more pleasurable with my rectum plugged), sleep better at night, wake up feeling happy, and I surely enjoy walking and bending and sitting for those frequent little twinges in my butt and groin and cock.
Living plugged means anal masturbation 24/7, whereas cock masturbation lasts at best ten, twenty, or thirty minutes. And sometimes the "recovery" time from ejaculating puts men out of commission for a while, as well; not so with anal masturbation. I'm rarely out of commission, and I can also attest that living plugged, having a butt plug in my rectum is highly highly addictive. The brain becomes wired to need it. My plug is "me precious" like Gollum's ring is his precious. When I'm not plugged, "me wants it". This addiction, however, is not harmful, mentally or physically, nor debilitating. Some addictions mean all you want to do is do that to which you're addicted to the exclusion of everything else. Not so with living plugged. I actually want to do more of everything.
Others have called it a secret pleasure, a kind of fun way to be "naughty", getting a thrill out of say attending a family dinner and no one at the table knows that you're plugged but you. Sure, I can see that, too. Nor is living plugged a gateway addiction to more intense and other addictions. I reject anything that supplants this addiction. Given a choice, living plugged is the thing that gives me the most pleasure most of the time. Nothing else does. Hey, I love my family, my husband, my cats, my friends, but living plugged is a kind of an inside thing, a hug from the inside, that goes all the way from my rectum to my brain.