About three weeks ago I had just gotten back from a trip and my wife and I had a very fun reunion, some PIV, some pegging, a great night. She went to sleep and I stayed up a bit. A few too many (or maybe the right amount) of drinks later I stumbled onto some chastity pages (was only vaguely aware of it before) on social media... and messaged them to my wife and said this sounded like a lot of fun.
For background, our sex life has had its ups and downs over our twenty years and two kids together, but we've both always tried and the last few years have been fantastic. She has been pegging me a few times a month and we have PIV a few times a week. I've gotten my rocks off plenty - but she hasn't had as much luck. She still has fun, and loves to see me enjoy myself, but rarely has her own orgasms. I've even tried to make clear to her, well before chastity, that I had no problem if she didn't touch me at all, we could make it all about her. This has had some effect, but she still felt a lot of pressure to make sure I orgasmed.
She was onboard with a touch of side-eye with my new kink, as she usually is. After one plastic cage that seemed like peeing would be a huge mess and was too big - I followed the sizing instructions exactly! But I do chuckle when I think about my wife saying "Honey, I love you and your penis is great, but you never need to buy a large size for it, whatever the product is" - I found a nice steel one that is very comfy for extended wear. I've basically been wearing it for the last three weeks, besides going to the gym and the occasional cleaning. I had been masturbating a couple of times a day on average for the better part of 25 years, so going cold turkey was an experience.
Almost immediately I felt myself thinking about her more throughout the day. And she noticed a shift in my attentiveness. I was waking up early to make her breakfast within a couple of days. She usually gets up before me, but I would stay in bed and maybe rub one out while she got ready, napping with the dogs until waking up my son for school. I love cuddling with our pups, but taking pleasuring myself out of the equation meant I had more time. I wasn't a jerk to her before by any means, but it's kind of pathetic this is what it took for me to treat my Queen how she really deserves. I think I would have done it before if she had asked, honestly. But she would never have asked because she didn't want to burden me. Giving her control of my orgasms has helped her learn that I really am all about her and she doesn't need to worry about my needs so much.
She's had me go down on her several times while locked, sometimes taking my penis out to suck while she watches porn. That might lead to some PIV or back to the cage. The most unique have been when she has me slow-fuck her where if I start to go too fast she'll make me stop. Sometimes she lets me finish or she has me go back into the cage. Honestly not sure which I prefer! My favorite caged moment was at the end of the first five days or so of being locked. We were making out and I thought she was going to unlock me. Every kiss felt electric from our lips to the head of my cage-straining cock. Then she slowed down and told me she was done. I rolled over and sighed, putting my hands at my sides. I didn't even touch myself at that point but my penis started convulsing in the cage... felt like an orgasm without any fluid, and afterwards I started crying. I wasn't sad... just overwhelmed. She asked me if I was sure I could handle this and if I wanted to stop, and I hugged her and said this was making me feel so good. It was so loving and warm and strange and all of the things.
We went backpacking the next day and that night she unlocked me for PIV in our tent. Despite straining the cage a few moments earlier, I was having trouble getting hard. She gently told me to relax and gave me soft kisses. It put me right back into the headspace I needed to be and I finished inside her. Afterwards we talked about how she was my benevolent, gentle Queen, who knew that I could do what she wanted but needed the right coaxing. I melted a little more at her coming to that realization.
She's backpacking this weekend with some friends of hers. Since she'd be gone until Sunday and likely out of cell range, she let me stay unlocked Thursday after the gym. I was looking forward to some great PIV or the opportunity to pleasure her but life happens and she was tired and went to bed early. I didn't lock myself back up that night and just cuddled to sleep with her. Until about 3 AM when I had the biggest, hardest erection I've had in a loooong time. I reached down to touch it and started idly stroking then stopped and thought better of it. I was hard for the next two hours. In the past, I'd probably have cranked one out at 3, 4, and 5 AM. Maybe disturbing my wife's sleep (though she says my jerking next to her doesn't bother her) in the process. I came really close. But I didn't want to jerk off without her and I didn't want to keep cuddling and have my dick poking her when she was trying to sleep. So I went to the my office and slept there. Without her warmth next to me my penis settled down and I could sleep.
That was Thursday night. Friday morning she came into the office and asked why I'd left. I explained and she got this curious expression on her face and said that I could have jerked off. I said that I knew she would have been ok with it but I didn't want to without her. Then she went to get ready and I asked when she'd need breakfast by as I followed her back to our bedroom. She said I had 45 minutes or so so I laid back down. I woke almost thirty minutes later to her asking from the bathroom if I was going to make her breakfast. My dick was hard again and I grumbled yes at her. She came into the bedroom and looked at me and asked softly if I wanted to thrust in her a few times before I could really help her. I gasped yes at her as she mounted me and pumped her to a wonderful wake-up orgasm. I happily made her breakfast and brought it to her, sheepishly adding that I was sorry she had to fuck me for it this morning. She smiled at me. Later that day before she left for her trip she said that the moans I made this morning were unlike any noises I had made since we've been together. I told her I didn't even realize I was moaning.
That was yesterday. She's due home tomorrow. I've been happily locked up since after sex Friday morning and I can't wait to see my Queen! If she does let me out of my cage, I'll be sure to put it back on before I go to sleep.
For background, our sex life has had its ups and downs over our twenty years and two kids together, but we've both always tried and the last few years have been fantastic. She has been pegging me a few times a month and we have PIV a few times a week. I've gotten my rocks off plenty - but she hasn't had as much luck. She still has fun, and loves to see me enjoy myself, but rarely has her own orgasms. I've even tried to make clear to her, well before chastity, that I had no problem if she didn't touch me at all, we could make it all about her. This has had some effect, but she still felt a lot of pressure to make sure I orgasmed.
She was onboard with a touch of side-eye with my new kink, as she usually is. After one plastic cage that seemed like peeing would be a huge mess and was too big - I followed the sizing instructions exactly! But I do chuckle when I think about my wife saying "Honey, I love you and your penis is great, but you never need to buy a large size for it, whatever the product is" - I found a nice steel one that is very comfy for extended wear. I've basically been wearing it for the last three weeks, besides going to the gym and the occasional cleaning. I had been masturbating a couple of times a day on average for the better part of 25 years, so going cold turkey was an experience.
Almost immediately I felt myself thinking about her more throughout the day. And she noticed a shift in my attentiveness. I was waking up early to make her breakfast within a couple of days. She usually gets up before me, but I would stay in bed and maybe rub one out while she got ready, napping with the dogs until waking up my son for school. I love cuddling with our pups, but taking pleasuring myself out of the equation meant I had more time. I wasn't a jerk to her before by any means, but it's kind of pathetic this is what it took for me to treat my Queen how she really deserves. I think I would have done it before if she had asked, honestly. But she would never have asked because she didn't want to burden me. Giving her control of my orgasms has helped her learn that I really am all about her and she doesn't need to worry about my needs so much.
She's had me go down on her several times while locked, sometimes taking my penis out to suck while she watches porn. That might lead to some PIV or back to the cage. The most unique have been when she has me slow-fuck her where if I start to go too fast she'll make me stop. Sometimes she lets me finish or she has me go back into the cage. Honestly not sure which I prefer! My favorite caged moment was at the end of the first five days or so of being locked. We were making out and I thought she was going to unlock me. Every kiss felt electric from our lips to the head of my cage-straining cock. Then she slowed down and told me she was done. I rolled over and sighed, putting my hands at my sides. I didn't even touch myself at that point but my penis started convulsing in the cage... felt like an orgasm without any fluid, and afterwards I started crying. I wasn't sad... just overwhelmed. She asked me if I was sure I could handle this and if I wanted to stop, and I hugged her and said this was making me feel so good. It was so loving and warm and strange and all of the things.
We went backpacking the next day and that night she unlocked me for PIV in our tent. Despite straining the cage a few moments earlier, I was having trouble getting hard. She gently told me to relax and gave me soft kisses. It put me right back into the headspace I needed to be and I finished inside her. Afterwards we talked about how she was my benevolent, gentle Queen, who knew that I could do what she wanted but needed the right coaxing. I melted a little more at her coming to that realization.
She's backpacking this weekend with some friends of hers. Since she'd be gone until Sunday and likely out of cell range, she let me stay unlocked Thursday after the gym. I was looking forward to some great PIV or the opportunity to pleasure her but life happens and she was tired and went to bed early. I didn't lock myself back up that night and just cuddled to sleep with her. Until about 3 AM when I had the biggest, hardest erection I've had in a loooong time. I reached down to touch it and started idly stroking then stopped and thought better of it. I was hard for the next two hours. In the past, I'd probably have cranked one out at 3, 4, and 5 AM. Maybe disturbing my wife's sleep (though she says my jerking next to her doesn't bother her) in the process. I came really close. But I didn't want to jerk off without her and I didn't want to keep cuddling and have my dick poking her when she was trying to sleep. So I went to the my office and slept there. Without her warmth next to me my penis settled down and I could sleep.
That was Thursday night. Friday morning she came into the office and asked why I'd left. I explained and she got this curious expression on her face and said that I could have jerked off. I said that I knew she would have been ok with it but I didn't want to without her. Then she went to get ready and I asked when she'd need breakfast by as I followed her back to our bedroom. She said I had 45 minutes or so so I laid back down. I woke almost thirty minutes later to her asking from the bathroom if I was going to make her breakfast. My dick was hard again and I grumbled yes at her. She came into the bedroom and looked at me and asked softly if I wanted to thrust in her a few times before I could really help her. I gasped yes at her as she mounted me and pumped her to a wonderful wake-up orgasm. I happily made her breakfast and brought it to her, sheepishly adding that I was sorry she had to fuck me for it this morning. She smiled at me. Later that day before she left for her trip she said that the moans I made this morning were unlike any noises I had made since we've been together. I told her I didn't even realize I was moaning.
That was yesterday. She's due home tomorrow. I've been happily locked up since after sex Friday morning and I can't wait to see my Queen! If she does let me out of my cage, I'll be sure to put it back on before I go to sleep.
