I guess I'll just drop it all and see what happens, I created this account back in 2018 but didn't have anything to post.
For starters my wife and I have been together coming up on 30 years. To shorten what could be a literal book, or at least a serial series of table top readers, I'll just list the major flash points to chastity.
Within 2 years of dating she came out as bi-sexual to me/herself. With-in 6 months she had experimented to decide if she was only bi or had greater desires for women than men. Deciding she wanted a male life partner, we stayed together but remained open so she could express herself, and if she felt loving she could include me. The openness lead to more than just other women for her and she one day asked if she could play with another guy too. I told her she could, as long as she played safe, she was on the pill, frequently forgetting it but we had been lucky so far, but it was the 90's and we were young. That precautionary warning caused her not to play, at least not vaginally. However when she was re-counting her escapades later she admitted to how impressed she was with his endowment and how she wanted to try, despite not having a condom. She was also physically turned on to a greater extent than she had been since our first year of dating as she finished telling me about her adventure.
So despite our 'open relationship sustainability test' having only supposed to last a year, it never really ended, just had s a few long lulls in participants. We had discovered swinging on the late 90's internet. Eventually got married, kept swinging, had a few poly relationships > 1 year long. It was during our swinger forum days that she once found a link to chastity cage sales, when I walked in the room and saw the screen she quickly closed it. I goaded her into letting me see the page. I asked if she was interested she replied, "Not really, maybe a little, but I don't break my toys." Her body told a different story later that night when she got sheet soakingly wet as I spun a fantasy tale of chastity teasing me. She however never let the conversation leave the bedroom. Then we just kind of stopped swinging. The lifestyle got old, being non-drinkers, we got tired of the club scene where the women were basically treated as prey and men could vary from annoyingly meek to overly aggressive, and nearly no one was willing to play until they'd had 3 or 4 drinks, while we sober when leaving the club at 3am after playing either with others or often alone because we couldn't find anyone interesting. It just got old and we were on to trying for a child stage of life, so play with others made some hot kinky 'you did what while fertile?!?' bedroom fantasy play, we didn't want to be playing Maury the home game. So we made sure our child would be ours.
I started to get the itch to play basically as soon as we were settled after the birth, around 6 months give or take; she didn't join in wanting to play with others until about two years later. However, sex between us had changed dramatically since the birth. She had started to rarely if ever orgasm when we had sex. If she did it was usually from oral. She played with a few other guys to somewhat similar results. After months of trying to find a solution I just broke down and asked her, "Do you think a really big dick will help?" She stopped and stammered, replying something along the lines of "I don't know, maybe?" That did it, that had been her 15+ year reply to something she deeply wanted but wasn't brave enough to admit. From coming out as bi to swinging, when I asked if that was what she really wanted that was her wonderfully vague version of consent. So as per our relationship my job was to absorb every bit of erotic fiction on the subject as I could, to then in turn fashion torrid tales of cuckoldry in bed and see how her body and mind responded. The good news, she started to orgasm with me again. The other news, I was pretty sure that if this was going to be sustainable, bedroom fantasy talk wasn't going to be the foundation. After a few months she asked me if I would be okay with finding her a big dick to make her orgasm. I told her I would do whatever necessary to make sure she was enjoying her sex life. So I wrote up a personal ad and within less than 2 hours had a mailbox full of replies, about 95% of which deserved immediate deletion. Are we really that bad? I've never written anything like what these dudes wrote to a woman. I was truly shocked at the number of people who couldn't read simple instructions. Thankfully there was a 5% that was worth looking at. I found a young man, mid 20's at the time we were mid-30's, with impressive endowment (and frankly too good looking,) we had a date for or anniversary. Despite already having the date, time and place situated, I kept the fantasy talk up in bed. Each time asking her if she really wanted me to find her someone, probably to the point of annoyance.
Thankfully my mom was eager for grand-baby time and happily gave us some married time for our anniversary. For our night out we had what we call a nostalgia date, repeating one of three types of dates we did in our little college town. So we had a nice dinner and then went out and played some 9-ball at the nicest pool hall in town. While she was down on a shot I got behind her and took a picture of mid-length skirt riding up and texted it to her surprise paramour with the tagline, "See you at 11." He blew up my texts with "OMG" and "Holy Shit" replies I had to delicately explain away to my wife. After we got tired of billiards, I suggested we head home and have some sexy time. Like out of a script, I took her home delicately tied her up, blindfolded her, and started going down her right at 10:40. Her real date showed up 5 minutes early and sent a text at 10:55, I just barely heard my phone vibrate as I licked her breast. I quickly licked her nipple and gently blew on it making her squeak with pleasure. I got off the bed and told her I was going to the kitchen to get some ice, she was in for a treat. She moaned since that one rarely comes out of the trick bag.
I threw on some shorts and ran down to let in her date. I had already met him, but my brain had deleted just how muscular he was, this guy spent at least 4 hours a day at the gym. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed three glasses of ice water before we went to the bedroom. I had left the music playing irritatingly loud when I left the room. I walked in and immediately said, "I got the ice, sorry it took a second; the ice maker jammed again." I took one side of the bed and he took the other. I held one of her tied up hands in mine, kissed her, and slowly slid an ice cube over her nipple. On her other side, she felt a third hand on her breast and then a fourth hand take her other tied up hand before putting his 10" member in her hand. She gasped at the combination of everything at once. She didn't hesitate at trying to pull it towards her mouth after realizing what was going on. He leaned in and put the tip in her mouth and slowly slid it less than a quarter of it's length in before hitting the back of her throat. I really wish I could have seen her eyes under the blindfold at that moment. A little bit more foreplay, we untied her and she immediately ripped off the blindfold to see the man she'd felt his lips, penis, abs, chest, and hadn't seen at all. She gasped when she saw him and pulled him on top of her without hesitation. We ended up having close to 3 hours of incredible sex before the night ended. She thanked me profusely after we walked him to his car, then she had me go down on her. The first thing she said when she lowered down on my face, "Next time, I'm not going to make him wear a condom unless he wants to; but thanks for being careful." I almost had a second orgasm when she said that, she had learned she really enjoyed having me give her a "tongue massage" after a night of swinging and that if no condom was used, it wouldn't stop me from licking her. That we had discovered years before.
That's how she came to have her first boyfriend, she doesn't like calling her playmates "bulls." They saw each other for almost a year. During that time, I got lots of sloppy seconds almost exclusively, but she was having orgasms regularly again. It was over this year I brought home our first chastity cage, a Pipe Dream Metal Worx mass market one from the local adult toy store (I should have internetted, I knew better.) No knowledge of them beyond what she had found on the net 5 years earlier, no sizing what-so-ever, just wasted $50. It literally fell off me if I was limp, so not only did the cage not work out, but it was barely restricting even when erect.
After about a year, her boyfriend moved out of state and we lost touch with him after about 3 months of him being gone. Instead of picking up and moving on, she ended up going through almost half a year of remorse before even attempting to move on, and those few attempts didn't go too well. We had purchased a couple other chastity cages, learned how to measure, but still one pinched, one caused me to break out, it seemed every time it failed and each time cost anywhere between $35 on DH-gate to $150 for high-ish end ones.
Then one day I get an email from an old swinger acquaintance saying hi and asking if we wanted to come to one of his parties. Here's the catch, he had hit on my wife many times at the club and she had not ever really shown an interest. Given our experience at the club I knew he was really well hung, but there was another catch; this party was a BBC's for hotwives party he had started up while we were trying to conceive. I took the offer to her, she looked over the party flier, read the webpage, took a step back, "This says you have to be in chastity, and I have to have an STD test, you okay with that?" I replied, "Yes, kind of hoped to be, honestly." She replied, "Ok, I want to, I'll get tested."
So I wrote him back told him we were down and asked if he wanted the STD tests from a particular lab. Three weeks later my wife had her first gangbang, she let all the chains off and over the course of the night let 12 men penetrate her and 9 of them came in her. The one and only fantasy she had admitted having to me when I asked in our first few years dating had been achieved. I don't remember the cage I wore, I think it was the Holy Trainer v.2, but it pinched and has sat in the 'adult toy bag' ever since that night.
Still with me? If so, we're only a decade away from the present and I'll try to summarize it with the upmost brevity. This would be the year that I created this account, if that tells you how much chastity has happened in the last decade. Sorry, I'll continue.
After the BBC party, she received an invite, correction I was asked if she would be interested in being in a porn video. One of the guests ran an interracial hotwives website and was interested in having her on his page. This wasn't the first time the subject had come up. Once in college she had casually mentioned wanting to make a movie with me, so I borrowed a friends VHS-C and we made a really bad amateur porn. No framing, horrible audio, I hate the way I looked. It was just bad, she was hot I looked like hell. Being a Comp Sci - Music double major I spent 12 hours in the practice room 12 hours in the computer lab, and 8 hours at work every day. Living 32 hour days doesn't leave to much gym time. She had enjoyed the process and when I asked her if she wanted me to get my own camera and figure out what I was doing she dismissed the idea. The next two times she got offers at the swingers' club from website producers, both times she turned them down. So I told him, "I doubt she'll say yes she's turned down this offer before, but I'll have her talk to you." I told her the offer had been made and I was not going to offer my opinion other than it was her body, her face, and her actions that would be on the internet for all to see and beyond that it was her choice. It's always irritated me that every time this has come up, they ask me if I'd let her do a porn. My reply has always been a variation on, "Why the hell you asking me, it's not my body, face or identity; go ask her yourself."
She took a few days to think about it and then came to me and asked if I meant what I said about it being 100% her choice, I told her it was. She told me she was going to email him. That day her online persona was born and I became her producer/manager/script writer/backing track writer/editor I'm a full damned movie crew except for the actor, I don't do that. While some guys might think this would be an awesome way to end up in some kinky chastity play, I'll say don't count your denial days before the lock's been clicked. When in the porn industry, one of the gold standards is clean tests. So every playmate she has, has to be tested, regardless of condom usage. So while she'll go to a shoot house to get content, or a professional shoot for pay, the opportunities for social play are far and few between, especially with someone as rigid to rules as my wife.
We got to go to a few events where chastity cuck play would be acceptable off camera. Despite being somewhere in the range of $400 ish in the hole on ill fitting chastity cages, she still didn't take the initiative to lock me up first. The few times she did put me in chastity, I basically had to beg her to do it on the end of an argument. Then at the event, she would barely be present in her head to be remotely dominant. It was just lock, event, unlock; no tease, no play, no anything but her working. This continued for roughly a decade. Basically she gets the kind of dick she needs to orgasm at work, I might get sloppy seconds if she's not too tired. Mostly I got to masturbate while, I had permission to play but would 1) have to find a willing woman, 2) get her tested 3) explain the whole poly-swinger-kinkster thing 4) go through the whole courting process. Frankly I'm not in the mood for that kind of complexity in getting some play. So, I masturbated.
<Cracks knuckles> For the 2 of you still reading, guess what we're here, now, at this place, in this timeline of the multiverse, we've finally made it; well mostly.
Over almost a decade and a half of knowing where we wanted to go, over two and a half decades of knowing frankly she's always been a size queen, ever since that guy she didn't play with because she couldn't find condoms in the middle of the night in college, I knew she would eventually want more dick than I could possibly provide her. Almost an entire decade in pro-am porn, copious amounts of literature as to why it would be good for her, me, us, to lock me away; she still wouldn't commit to being a key holder for more than a few days and even then she would have no plan what to do because if I was in chastity it came on the end of, at times months, of begging.
So after all this time, the last event we went to (about a year ago now) we had gotten two new chastity cages off Etsy to see if at least one would work. Chastity didn't happen at the event, and it was at best a good 'get laid' event for her and get to watch for me, but the denial I wanted didn't happen. The cages never came out of the bag. Until 10 days ago.
I dropped our now teenage daughter off at my mom's for what we now call "Grand-mom's boot camp" over the summer. We get a precious two and half weeks without our daughter home, so we get to turn our kinks up to 11 and don't have to spring for hotel rooms. I got home Sunday night, hoping that during our conversations the previous month in and out of bed, I would get to spend the whole vacation in one of the new cages from last year. The first week nothing happened but housework (we're remodeling) and watching a Netflix series. The first weekend comes and goes, I sanded drywall. Monday, we basically didn't talk to each other, until I popped and demanded to know what her plans for kink-cuckolding-chastity-keyholding were up through the weekend. Her reply was, "I don't know, I have a new guy who might come over." We'll see what happens....
My very not submissive, not feminine, not passive side had reached literal explosive proportions. I explained to her, and possibly the whole neighborhood, maybe even the next county, that I was sick of her dancing around this issue. Then I dropped the bomb on her that I knew would stop her in her tracks.
"You were raised by a single dad, I was raised by a single mom; I planned our wedding, I took you dress shopping and color matched the brides maid dresses for you, I nested our house, you were terrified of the mom tasks, so I stayed home with our daughter without a single complaint, I loved every moment of it. You knew at age 22 my dick wasn't going to satisfy you forever, even when you said in bed that I was "just the right size for you," I knew it then too; I'm not a fucking idiot. I've begged you for prostate play ever since I took human sexuality in college, the same class where I learned that factually, scientifically, mathematically, my penile size is an unfortunate smack dab in the middle of average in length and a little less than average in girth, I've known since that class if you sleep with someone else there's a 50% chance they're going to have a bigger dick than me in at least one dimension. You've always told me how my sensitive, effeminate traits were your favorite part of me and you're glad I had no problems quitting my shitty IT career to be mr-mom and sensitive daddy and sensitive husband when your dad didn't prepare you for motherhood or require you to take parenting, relationship, and child development classes like my mom made me; he taught you to stay in your room, shut up, and how to throw a foot ball that's fucking it; none of that is useful as a wife. You made me mommy and daddy you for the first half decade we were together. Now you're a grown woman, doing all your business woman things on two fronts, and also getting all the dick you need. You certainly don't come to me for mine, haven't since our kid was born, and won't put any real planning or effort into foreplay to overcome the fact I'm not 20 and hard in 3 seconds flat from a calm breeze anymore. Since you don't need it and haven't for years, why the fuck do you leave me alone to jack off night after night, giving me sloppy seconds only after work, and never fucking once locked my tiny dick away and turned me into the bi-fantasy girlfriend you've always wanted? You're bi on film, sobbingly told me you were when we were 21, but you've never had a girlfriend once in your life. Why? You've made me your fucking wife for almost 30 years, and I'm okay with it; but would you please acknowledge it so I don't have to wait until I'm fucking 70 before you let me feel pretty and wanted! You've wanted me as your wife since day one, let's get started before I'm an old woman! I'm sick of begging to be dominated from the bottom, you've given me permission to play elsewhere but do you really fucking want another woman to have that kind of power over me when you're the one who's wanted a sissy wife for 30 years god-fucking-roosevelt-eseinhower damnit?"
You could have knocked her over with a feather as she put our last 30 years together in her head. She walked away, "I think I need a minute." When she came back she was carrying a little pair of X-dress male panties which had not once come out of the drawer after I purchased them for an event a year and a half ago and one of the chastity cages we bought for the same event. She had been crying, "I'm sorry, it was in my face you had all but screamed it at me, even done that, still I never figured it out. I always worried about hurting your ego first, I didn't realize the whole time that's exactly what I'd been doing. I thought I was protecting your masculinity, I thought the cages were just for me...." She went on but the short is, it was a very long and honest apology basically saying she never thought to put all the puzzle pieces together and when faced with them retreated to social programming of "protect his male ego."
When she finished, "If you still want to be my girl, could you please get a shower, shave, put on these panties and we'll see if this chastity cage doesn't hurt you this time." I did as requested and then we talked for another hour or so, then she sat on my face and made fun of my clit until she had a few orgasms. As we cuddled afterwards she asked, "How far do you want to go? Do you want to fully transition, hormones, surgery, or just be locked up and dressed?" I replied as honestly as I could, "I don't know, I'm not young anymore it took way too long to get here, we'll see to that question when we get to that question in our play. I just want you to take me in that vague direction, since I've always been your little sissy girl even if we didn't acknowledge it."
That was two Sunday nights, 10 days ago. I'm still locked, 5 days over my previous record almost 2 years ago. She's got two of her guys coming over this evening, she stated her goal is to feed me my first fresh, double cream-pie, and not release me until she's sure she has been completely cleaned. Then she'll let me have three weeks out, while we get our daughter home and ready for the school year. This last week and a half I've had my first prostate orgasm ever, after trying alone since 1998. She glowed and giggled as I spurted out the tip of my little red and black cage. Tomorrow night is the end of this trial session, then back to the kid being home all day until school. This evening she played with my balls while we browsed panties for me and I strained against my cage, which has finally worked without any pain, pinching, rashes, or other ouchies. Just denied erections and my body and brain feels like I've been waking up to take a dose of ecstasy every morning since Wednesday last week, but we haven't partied that way since long before our daughter was born. She has cuddled me and teased me every night, with prostate play every other night, two of the nights she got laid this week while I listened, caged, in the next room then cleaned her up while using the Aneros prostate toy I got myself years ago, it's a good tease but it never gave me a prostate orgasm and not for a lack of trying. She's already created an Apple calendar for my chastity schedule, starting me back in my cage and wearing panties around the house during the day after our daughter is back in school, while my wife does her day job from home (still,) and her adult job on weekends. I'll be keeping the house as usual, running my internet music business, and staying locked for at least 3 weeks next time. Then she says at least 2 months after that.
I can't remember a time I've felt this euphoric about sex. Every time she walks into the room I want to dive into her breasts or devour her pussy, it only took her one serious night and I no longer have a penis, she's only called it her tiny penis or my clit, I don't get to have a penis anymore.
Tonight when I put her to bed, she kissed me and called me her princess. This is going to be as temporary as the open relationship or size-queen hotwife trials were.
After wishfully making my profile here in 2018, hello!
I finally have had a mini-start into chastity that I actually believe for the first time since 2008 will continue in perpetuity.
For starters my wife and I have been together coming up on 30 years. To shorten what could be a literal book, or at least a serial series of table top readers, I'll just list the major flash points to chastity.
Within 2 years of dating she came out as bi-sexual to me/herself. With-in 6 months she had experimented to decide if she was only bi or had greater desires for women than men. Deciding she wanted a male life partner, we stayed together but remained open so she could express herself, and if she felt loving she could include me. The openness lead to more than just other women for her and she one day asked if she could play with another guy too. I told her she could, as long as she played safe, she was on the pill, frequently forgetting it but we had been lucky so far, but it was the 90's and we were young. That precautionary warning caused her not to play, at least not vaginally. However when she was re-counting her escapades later she admitted to how impressed she was with his endowment and how she wanted to try, despite not having a condom. She was also physically turned on to a greater extent than she had been since our first year of dating as she finished telling me about her adventure.
So despite our 'open relationship sustainability test' having only supposed to last a year, it never really ended, just had s a few long lulls in participants. We had discovered swinging on the late 90's internet. Eventually got married, kept swinging, had a few poly relationships > 1 year long. It was during our swinger forum days that she once found a link to chastity cage sales, when I walked in the room and saw the screen she quickly closed it. I goaded her into letting me see the page. I asked if she was interested she replied, "Not really, maybe a little, but I don't break my toys." Her body told a different story later that night when she got sheet soakingly wet as I spun a fantasy tale of chastity teasing me. She however never let the conversation leave the bedroom. Then we just kind of stopped swinging. The lifestyle got old, being non-drinkers, we got tired of the club scene where the women were basically treated as prey and men could vary from annoyingly meek to overly aggressive, and nearly no one was willing to play until they'd had 3 or 4 drinks, while we sober when leaving the club at 3am after playing either with others or often alone because we couldn't find anyone interesting. It just got old and we were on to trying for a child stage of life, so play with others made some hot kinky 'you did what while fertile?!?' bedroom fantasy play, we didn't want to be playing Maury the home game. So we made sure our child would be ours.
I started to get the itch to play basically as soon as we were settled after the birth, around 6 months give or take; she didn't join in wanting to play with others until about two years later. However, sex between us had changed dramatically since the birth. She had started to rarely if ever orgasm when we had sex. If she did it was usually from oral. She played with a few other guys to somewhat similar results. After months of trying to find a solution I just broke down and asked her, "Do you think a really big dick will help?" She stopped and stammered, replying something along the lines of "I don't know, maybe?" That did it, that had been her 15+ year reply to something she deeply wanted but wasn't brave enough to admit. From coming out as bi to swinging, when I asked if that was what she really wanted that was her wonderfully vague version of consent. So as per our relationship my job was to absorb every bit of erotic fiction on the subject as I could, to then in turn fashion torrid tales of cuckoldry in bed and see how her body and mind responded. The good news, she started to orgasm with me again. The other news, I was pretty sure that if this was going to be sustainable, bedroom fantasy talk wasn't going to be the foundation. After a few months she asked me if I would be okay with finding her a big dick to make her orgasm. I told her I would do whatever necessary to make sure she was enjoying her sex life. So I wrote up a personal ad and within less than 2 hours had a mailbox full of replies, about 95% of which deserved immediate deletion. Are we really that bad? I've never written anything like what these dudes wrote to a woman. I was truly shocked at the number of people who couldn't read simple instructions. Thankfully there was a 5% that was worth looking at. I found a young man, mid 20's at the time we were mid-30's, with impressive endowment (and frankly too good looking,) we had a date for or anniversary. Despite already having the date, time and place situated, I kept the fantasy talk up in bed. Each time asking her if she really wanted me to find her someone, probably to the point of annoyance.
Thankfully my mom was eager for grand-baby time and happily gave us some married time for our anniversary. For our night out we had what we call a nostalgia date, repeating one of three types of dates we did in our little college town. So we had a nice dinner and then went out and played some 9-ball at the nicest pool hall in town. While she was down on a shot I got behind her and took a picture of mid-length skirt riding up and texted it to her surprise paramour with the tagline, "See you at 11." He blew up my texts with "OMG" and "Holy Shit" replies I had to delicately explain away to my wife. After we got tired of billiards, I suggested we head home and have some sexy time. Like out of a script, I took her home delicately tied her up, blindfolded her, and started going down her right at 10:40. Her real date showed up 5 minutes early and sent a text at 10:55, I just barely heard my phone vibrate as I licked her breast. I quickly licked her nipple and gently blew on it making her squeak with pleasure. I got off the bed and told her I was going to the kitchen to get some ice, she was in for a treat. She moaned since that one rarely comes out of the trick bag.
I threw on some shorts and ran down to let in her date. I had already met him, but my brain had deleted just how muscular he was, this guy spent at least 4 hours a day at the gym. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed three glasses of ice water before we went to the bedroom. I had left the music playing irritatingly loud when I left the room. I walked in and immediately said, "I got the ice, sorry it took a second; the ice maker jammed again." I took one side of the bed and he took the other. I held one of her tied up hands in mine, kissed her, and slowly slid an ice cube over her nipple. On her other side, she felt a third hand on her breast and then a fourth hand take her other tied up hand before putting his 10" member in her hand. She gasped at the combination of everything at once. She didn't hesitate at trying to pull it towards her mouth after realizing what was going on. He leaned in and put the tip in her mouth and slowly slid it less than a quarter of it's length in before hitting the back of her throat. I really wish I could have seen her eyes under the blindfold at that moment. A little bit more foreplay, we untied her and she immediately ripped off the blindfold to see the man she'd felt his lips, penis, abs, chest, and hadn't seen at all. She gasped when she saw him and pulled him on top of her without hesitation. We ended up having close to 3 hours of incredible sex before the night ended. She thanked me profusely after we walked him to his car, then she had me go down on her. The first thing she said when she lowered down on my face, "Next time, I'm not going to make him wear a condom unless he wants to; but thanks for being careful." I almost had a second orgasm when she said that, she had learned she really enjoyed having me give her a "tongue massage" after a night of swinging and that if no condom was used, it wouldn't stop me from licking her. That we had discovered years before.
That's how she came to have her first boyfriend, she doesn't like calling her playmates "bulls." They saw each other for almost a year. During that time, I got lots of sloppy seconds almost exclusively, but she was having orgasms regularly again. It was over this year I brought home our first chastity cage, a Pipe Dream Metal Worx mass market one from the local adult toy store (I should have internetted, I knew better.) No knowledge of them beyond what she had found on the net 5 years earlier, no sizing what-so-ever, just wasted $50. It literally fell off me if I was limp, so not only did the cage not work out, but it was barely restricting even when erect.
After about a year, her boyfriend moved out of state and we lost touch with him after about 3 months of him being gone. Instead of picking up and moving on, she ended up going through almost half a year of remorse before even attempting to move on, and those few attempts didn't go too well. We had purchased a couple other chastity cages, learned how to measure, but still one pinched, one caused me to break out, it seemed every time it failed and each time cost anywhere between $35 on DH-gate to $150 for high-ish end ones.
Then one day I get an email from an old swinger acquaintance saying hi and asking if we wanted to come to one of his parties. Here's the catch, he had hit on my wife many times at the club and she had not ever really shown an interest. Given our experience at the club I knew he was really well hung, but there was another catch; this party was a BBC's for hotwives party he had started up while we were trying to conceive. I took the offer to her, she looked over the party flier, read the webpage, took a step back, "This says you have to be in chastity, and I have to have an STD test, you okay with that?" I replied, "Yes, kind of hoped to be, honestly." She replied, "Ok, I want to, I'll get tested."
So I wrote him back told him we were down and asked if he wanted the STD tests from a particular lab. Three weeks later my wife had her first gangbang, she let all the chains off and over the course of the night let 12 men penetrate her and 9 of them came in her. The one and only fantasy she had admitted having to me when I asked in our first few years dating had been achieved. I don't remember the cage I wore, I think it was the Holy Trainer v.2, but it pinched and has sat in the 'adult toy bag' ever since that night.
Still with me? If so, we're only a decade away from the present and I'll try to summarize it with the upmost brevity. This would be the year that I created this account, if that tells you how much chastity has happened in the last decade. Sorry, I'll continue.
After the BBC party, she received an invite, correction I was asked if she would be interested in being in a porn video. One of the guests ran an interracial hotwives website and was interested in having her on his page. This wasn't the first time the subject had come up. Once in college she had casually mentioned wanting to make a movie with me, so I borrowed a friends VHS-C and we made a really bad amateur porn. No framing, horrible audio, I hate the way I looked. It was just bad, she was hot I looked like hell. Being a Comp Sci - Music double major I spent 12 hours in the practice room 12 hours in the computer lab, and 8 hours at work every day. Living 32 hour days doesn't leave to much gym time. She had enjoyed the process and when I asked her if she wanted me to get my own camera and figure out what I was doing she dismissed the idea. The next two times she got offers at the swingers' club from website producers, both times she turned them down. So I told him, "I doubt she'll say yes she's turned down this offer before, but I'll have her talk to you." I told her the offer had been made and I was not going to offer my opinion other than it was her body, her face, and her actions that would be on the internet for all to see and beyond that it was her choice. It's always irritated me that every time this has come up, they ask me if I'd let her do a porn. My reply has always been a variation on, "Why the hell you asking me, it's not my body, face or identity; go ask her yourself."
She took a few days to think about it and then came to me and asked if I meant what I said about it being 100% her choice, I told her it was. She told me she was going to email him. That day her online persona was born and I became her producer/manager/script writer/backing track writer/editor I'm a full damned movie crew except for the actor, I don't do that. While some guys might think this would be an awesome way to end up in some kinky chastity play, I'll say don't count your denial days before the lock's been clicked. When in the porn industry, one of the gold standards is clean tests. So every playmate she has, has to be tested, regardless of condom usage. So while she'll go to a shoot house to get content, or a professional shoot for pay, the opportunities for social play are far and few between, especially with someone as rigid to rules as my wife.
We got to go to a few events where chastity cuck play would be acceptable off camera. Despite being somewhere in the range of $400 ish in the hole on ill fitting chastity cages, she still didn't take the initiative to lock me up first. The few times she did put me in chastity, I basically had to beg her to do it on the end of an argument. Then at the event, she would barely be present in her head to be remotely dominant. It was just lock, event, unlock; no tease, no play, no anything but her working. This continued for roughly a decade. Basically she gets the kind of dick she needs to orgasm at work, I might get sloppy seconds if she's not too tired. Mostly I got to masturbate while, I had permission to play but would 1) have to find a willing woman, 2) get her tested 3) explain the whole poly-swinger-kinkster thing 4) go through the whole courting process. Frankly I'm not in the mood for that kind of complexity in getting some play. So, I masturbated.
<Cracks knuckles> For the 2 of you still reading, guess what we're here, now, at this place, in this timeline of the multiverse, we've finally made it; well mostly.
Over almost a decade and a half of knowing where we wanted to go, over two and a half decades of knowing frankly she's always been a size queen, ever since that guy she didn't play with because she couldn't find condoms in the middle of the night in college, I knew she would eventually want more dick than I could possibly provide her. Almost an entire decade in pro-am porn, copious amounts of literature as to why it would be good for her, me, us, to lock me away; she still wouldn't commit to being a key holder for more than a few days and even then she would have no plan what to do because if I was in chastity it came on the end of, at times months, of begging.
So after all this time, the last event we went to (about a year ago now) we had gotten two new chastity cages off Etsy to see if at least one would work. Chastity didn't happen at the event, and it was at best a good 'get laid' event for her and get to watch for me, but the denial I wanted didn't happen. The cages never came out of the bag. Until 10 days ago.
I dropped our now teenage daughter off at my mom's for what we now call "Grand-mom's boot camp" over the summer. We get a precious two and half weeks without our daughter home, so we get to turn our kinks up to 11 and don't have to spring for hotel rooms. I got home Sunday night, hoping that during our conversations the previous month in and out of bed, I would get to spend the whole vacation in one of the new cages from last year. The first week nothing happened but housework (we're remodeling) and watching a Netflix series. The first weekend comes and goes, I sanded drywall. Monday, we basically didn't talk to each other, until I popped and demanded to know what her plans for kink-cuckolding-chastity-keyholding were up through the weekend. Her reply was, "I don't know, I have a new guy who might come over." We'll see what happens....
My very not submissive, not feminine, not passive side had reached literal explosive proportions. I explained to her, and possibly the whole neighborhood, maybe even the next county, that I was sick of her dancing around this issue. Then I dropped the bomb on her that I knew would stop her in her tracks.
"You were raised by a single dad, I was raised by a single mom; I planned our wedding, I took you dress shopping and color matched the brides maid dresses for you, I nested our house, you were terrified of the mom tasks, so I stayed home with our daughter without a single complaint, I loved every moment of it. You knew at age 22 my dick wasn't going to satisfy you forever, even when you said in bed that I was "just the right size for you," I knew it then too; I'm not a fucking idiot. I've begged you for prostate play ever since I took human sexuality in college, the same class where I learned that factually, scientifically, mathematically, my penile size is an unfortunate smack dab in the middle of average in length and a little less than average in girth, I've known since that class if you sleep with someone else there's a 50% chance they're going to have a bigger dick than me in at least one dimension. You've always told me how my sensitive, effeminate traits were your favorite part of me and you're glad I had no problems quitting my shitty IT career to be mr-mom and sensitive daddy and sensitive husband when your dad didn't prepare you for motherhood or require you to take parenting, relationship, and child development classes like my mom made me; he taught you to stay in your room, shut up, and how to throw a foot ball that's fucking it; none of that is useful as a wife. You made me mommy and daddy you for the first half decade we were together. Now you're a grown woman, doing all your business woman things on two fronts, and also getting all the dick you need. You certainly don't come to me for mine, haven't since our kid was born, and won't put any real planning or effort into foreplay to overcome the fact I'm not 20 and hard in 3 seconds flat from a calm breeze anymore. Since you don't need it and haven't for years, why the fuck do you leave me alone to jack off night after night, giving me sloppy seconds only after work, and never fucking once locked my tiny dick away and turned me into the bi-fantasy girlfriend you've always wanted? You're bi on film, sobbingly told me you were when we were 21, but you've never had a girlfriend once in your life. Why? You've made me your fucking wife for almost 30 years, and I'm okay with it; but would you please acknowledge it so I don't have to wait until I'm fucking 70 before you let me feel pretty and wanted! You've wanted me as your wife since day one, let's get started before I'm an old woman! I'm sick of begging to be dominated from the bottom, you've given me permission to play elsewhere but do you really fucking want another woman to have that kind of power over me when you're the one who's wanted a sissy wife for 30 years god-fucking-roosevelt-eseinhower damnit?"
You could have knocked her over with a feather as she put our last 30 years together in her head. She walked away, "I think I need a minute." When she came back she was carrying a little pair of X-dress male panties which had not once come out of the drawer after I purchased them for an event a year and a half ago and one of the chastity cages we bought for the same event. She had been crying, "I'm sorry, it was in my face you had all but screamed it at me, even done that, still I never figured it out. I always worried about hurting your ego first, I didn't realize the whole time that's exactly what I'd been doing. I thought I was protecting your masculinity, I thought the cages were just for me...." She went on but the short is, it was a very long and honest apology basically saying she never thought to put all the puzzle pieces together and when faced with them retreated to social programming of "protect his male ego."
When she finished, "If you still want to be my girl, could you please get a shower, shave, put on these panties and we'll see if this chastity cage doesn't hurt you this time." I did as requested and then we talked for another hour or so, then she sat on my face and made fun of my clit until she had a few orgasms. As we cuddled afterwards she asked, "How far do you want to go? Do you want to fully transition, hormones, surgery, or just be locked up and dressed?" I replied as honestly as I could, "I don't know, I'm not young anymore it took way too long to get here, we'll see to that question when we get to that question in our play. I just want you to take me in that vague direction, since I've always been your little sissy girl even if we didn't acknowledge it."
That was two Sunday nights, 10 days ago. I'm still locked, 5 days over my previous record almost 2 years ago. She's got two of her guys coming over this evening, she stated her goal is to feed me my first fresh, double cream-pie, and not release me until she's sure she has been completely cleaned. Then she'll let me have three weeks out, while we get our daughter home and ready for the school year. This last week and a half I've had my first prostate orgasm ever, after trying alone since 1998. She glowed and giggled as I spurted out the tip of my little red and black cage. Tomorrow night is the end of this trial session, then back to the kid being home all day until school. This evening she played with my balls while we browsed panties for me and I strained against my cage, which has finally worked without any pain, pinching, rashes, or other ouchies. Just denied erections and my body and brain feels like I've been waking up to take a dose of ecstasy every morning since Wednesday last week, but we haven't partied that way since long before our daughter was born. She has cuddled me and teased me every night, with prostate play every other night, two of the nights she got laid this week while I listened, caged, in the next room then cleaned her up while using the Aneros prostate toy I got myself years ago, it's a good tease but it never gave me a prostate orgasm and not for a lack of trying. She's already created an Apple calendar for my chastity schedule, starting me back in my cage and wearing panties around the house during the day after our daughter is back in school, while my wife does her day job from home (still,) and her adult job on weekends. I'll be keeping the house as usual, running my internet music business, and staying locked for at least 3 weeks next time. Then she says at least 2 months after that.
I can't remember a time I've felt this euphoric about sex. Every time she walks into the room I want to dive into her breasts or devour her pussy, it only took her one serious night and I no longer have a penis, she's only called it her tiny penis or my clit, I don't get to have a penis anymore.
Tonight when I put her to bed, she kissed me and called me her princess. This is going to be as temporary as the open relationship or size-queen hotwife trials were.
After wishfully making my profile here in 2018, hello!
I finally have had a mini-start into chastity that I actually believe for the first time since 2008 will continue in perpetuity.
