Hello world,
I figured it was time to join the party.
I’ve had a thing for chastity for about six years now. I told my wife about it four years ago by ordering a device on Amazon without telling her. When it arrived, she asked “what the hell is this?” Just some new sex toy I saw online I thought could be fun. She’s naturally a bit kinky so she will try just about anything, and she asked me to put it on. I did so in the bathroom and when I came out with it on, she freaked. She wanted me to take it off immediately. She thought it was hurting my junk. After a bit of time, I tried it again. She still didn’t like it. But I didn’t give up. I ordered a different cage, this time steel. When it arrived, she texted me a picture of it. I came home and put it on, she had to go out to meet a friend, so we left it on while I was home. After a couple hours I drove to pick her up. She’d forgotten I had it on and quite frankly didn’t give a shit. We got home and she told me to take it off. A month or two later we went to the movies. Before we left the house I asked if she wanted to “do the cage thing?” She said whatever, fine. I put it on, we went, I felt stupid. We came home, I took it off. Done. I hated that cage so I tossed it. Too heavy. But I order another, a black CB6000s knock off. When it came she got a bit annoyed that I ordered another. Some time passes and the cage sits in the bag. But one night, as we’re getting ready to go out to dinner, my wife tells me that I should wear the cage to dinner. Okay, we’ll that’s different. I do as she asks, we go to dinner, come home, take the cage off and fuck. That’s it. More time goes by and that’s it. One day when my wife wasn’t home I put the black cage on and, it being a cheap knock off, it snapped. The next cage I ordered was a clear plastic holy trainer knock off. Great quality, surprisingly. And the most comfortable of all. One day I decide to broach the subject and ask if she’d think it were hot if I wore the cage all day on a Sunday. “Okay.” Still not really into it, but Sunday is usually the day we clean the house, and I told her that since my dick is locked and she has the keys, she has the power. I offered to do all the chores if she’d unlock me later. She liked the sound of that. We’d do every so often, granted it wasn’t all that often. But then I started to make her realize that if I’m really horny, I’m more inclined to do more and be sweeter and be at her beck and call. Which was true. In fact, when we fuck and I finish, my attitude changes and she started to notice. More time goes by, a few more cleanings in the cage happen, but it’s really not escalating. We did spend one Saturday running errands with me caged, but once we went to bed, she wanted it off. But then, in January this year, she thought it would be interesting if I wore the cage to work. So I did, all the while being nervous as hell! I came home, we took it off and banged. Then the cage started going on more during the weekend. She started calling me her slave. Things were taking a turn, but then I had to go on a work trip for eight weeks, and all the air went out of the sails. But the last few weeks have been promising. More so than ever and they’re why I finally spoke up and said “hi” here. The weekend Sunday caging started happening. Then, she wanted me to wear it to work. I’ve worn the cage three times to work this week. And today, I put the cage on when she was in the shower this morning. I didn’t tell her I did. When she got out, I was kissing her and she told me to put on the cage. I told her there wasn’t enough time, and she was bummed. So she drives me to work, and just as I get out, I reach in my pocket and hand her the keys. She literally squealed with joy. She texted me saying she left the keys out on her desk for anyone to see all day. When I got home, she said she left the keys at work and didn’t know where they were. But eventually she gave the keys back and told me to take it off. I think we’re really headed in a great direction.
I figured it was time to join the party.
I’ve had a thing for chastity for about six years now. I told my wife about it four years ago by ordering a device on Amazon without telling her. When it arrived, she asked “what the hell is this?” Just some new sex toy I saw online I thought could be fun. She’s naturally a bit kinky so she will try just about anything, and she asked me to put it on. I did so in the bathroom and when I came out with it on, she freaked. She wanted me to take it off immediately. She thought it was hurting my junk. After a bit of time, I tried it again. She still didn’t like it. But I didn’t give up. I ordered a different cage, this time steel. When it arrived, she texted me a picture of it. I came home and put it on, she had to go out to meet a friend, so we left it on while I was home. After a couple hours I drove to pick her up. She’d forgotten I had it on and quite frankly didn’t give a shit. We got home and she told me to take it off. A month or two later we went to the movies. Before we left the house I asked if she wanted to “do the cage thing?” She said whatever, fine. I put it on, we went, I felt stupid. We came home, I took it off. Done. I hated that cage so I tossed it. Too heavy. But I order another, a black CB6000s knock off. When it came she got a bit annoyed that I ordered another. Some time passes and the cage sits in the bag. But one night, as we’re getting ready to go out to dinner, my wife tells me that I should wear the cage to dinner. Okay, we’ll that’s different. I do as she asks, we go to dinner, come home, take the cage off and fuck. That’s it. More time goes by and that’s it. One day when my wife wasn’t home I put the black cage on and, it being a cheap knock off, it snapped. The next cage I ordered was a clear plastic holy trainer knock off. Great quality, surprisingly. And the most comfortable of all. One day I decide to broach the subject and ask if she’d think it were hot if I wore the cage all day on a Sunday. “Okay.” Still not really into it, but Sunday is usually the day we clean the house, and I told her that since my dick is locked and she has the keys, she has the power. I offered to do all the chores if she’d unlock me later. She liked the sound of that. We’d do every so often, granted it wasn’t all that often. But then I started to make her realize that if I’m really horny, I’m more inclined to do more and be sweeter and be at her beck and call. Which was true. In fact, when we fuck and I finish, my attitude changes and she started to notice. More time goes by, a few more cleanings in the cage happen, but it’s really not escalating. We did spend one Saturday running errands with me caged, but once we went to bed, she wanted it off. But then, in January this year, she thought it would be interesting if I wore the cage to work. So I did, all the while being nervous as hell! I came home, we took it off and banged. Then the cage started going on more during the weekend. She started calling me her slave. Things were taking a turn, but then I had to go on a work trip for eight weeks, and all the air went out of the sails. But the last few weeks have been promising. More so than ever and they’re why I finally spoke up and said “hi” here. The weekend Sunday caging started happening. Then, she wanted me to wear it to work. I’ve worn the cage three times to work this week. And today, I put the cage on when she was in the shower this morning. I didn’t tell her I did. When she got out, I was kissing her and she told me to put on the cage. I told her there wasn’t enough time, and she was bummed. So she drives me to work, and just as I get out, I reach in my pocket and hand her the keys. She literally squealed with joy. She texted me saying she left the keys out on her desk for anyone to see all day. When I got home, she said she left the keys at work and didn’t know where they were. But eventually she gave the keys back and told me to take it off. I think we’re really headed in a great direction.
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