Part 1:
As I sat in my cage for the second day, I kept reminding myself that I asked for this. It seemed small comfort. I rubbed my aching hand as I reminisced.
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My wife and I had begun our explorations of Femdom many years ago. Before we married, I confessed my desire to wear a chastity device. While initially reluctant, my wife (then girlfriend) humored me. I bought a device, and began wearing it. It wasnt long before I had broken in, and we arranged for her to take charge of the keys. She was a novice at BDSM and Femdom, but willing to learn. She quickly became addicted to my servitude, and my tongue. Within a year, I was locked 24/7, though released quite frequently for sex. She learned to tease and taunt me. In return, I learned to please her, both in the bed, and outside of it. She not only held the keys, but increasingly asserted herself as my Domme. It was wonderful! We were in love. We bought several more devices.
We had been 24/7 in female domination for over a year, when I proposed. By this time, I had spent the majority of our time together in chastity. It seemed only natural to offer her not only my heart, but also my desire for her to keep me in chastity as her submissive for the rest of our lives together. . By saying I do, I said, Ill be saying that every orgasm for the rest of my life will be at your whim whether once per day, or never again. She accepted my proposal with a smile, saying and I promise to hold your keys, keep you chaste, and dominate our marriage completely! Five months later, I said I do in front of family and friends. Few people knew that the necklace around her neck held a key, hidden below her neckline. We had not revealed our private vows, but she wanted me to know the key was there throughout the ceremony, to remind me that she was serious.
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As I now sit in this cage, locked in our basement, I keep thinking of our private vows, and the words never again. At the time, it seemed a wildly romantic thing to say. I didnt really think much of it. She had been letting me out once or twice a week for wonderful sex. She once kept me locked for three weeks. It was mind-blowing. At the time, I had thought that much more than three weeks would KILL me. Besides, she never wanted to be without my cock for that long. Now, on my third MONTH of chastity, Ive discovered just how little I understood.
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Before our marriage, she had begun asserting herself, not only through chastity, but with commands, and even demands. I was thrilled, since I had viewed myself as the more kinky of the two of us. The fact that she was running with it made me so happy. I eagerly complied with her increasing demands. I should have realized that she had been studying up, but honestly, I was somewhat wrapped up in my own career. In the evenings, Id be in front of my computer, catching up on work from home, while she was in her den doing research. As a college professor, she was constantly reading in there. Little did I know that a major focus of her research had become Female Domination.
I didnt discover, until much too late, that she had begun reading about FemDom after we purchased the chastity device, so that she could please me. She was amazed to find a new passion, and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge about chastity, and dominating men. The more she researched, the more she wanted everything she read about. Early in our relationship, I was complying with every simple demand, and giving her endless pleasure. This fueled her passion for a life of Dominance more than ever!
She began keeping me locked for increasing periods, and began experimenting with sadism. First, it was gentle floggers, and slappers. It progressed. Frankly, I was so horny that the attentions and the pain were an aphrodisiac. I fell deeper into her spell, as she became more skilled at sadism. We learned Cock and Ball Torture together. I would safeword when I needed to, but frankly, I could see her joy and thrill at causing me pain. I took it as best I could, striving to please her.
Our basement was converted into a play room with crosses, spanking benches, and the like. My skills at welding, learned during a high school job, were invaluable as she had me build manacles and eventually, a small cage. It was the size of a dog cage perhaps 2 feet on a side, and 4 feet long. I could only fit into it if I curled into a ball. She loved locking me in there, sometimes for a few hours at a time..
After a time, our play changed, and I found that no pleasure came without pain. My releases were only >after< long sessions of flogging or CBT. Still, I was so in her spell that I willingly endured. Needles, hot wax, ice, and the sharp sting of a crop were now foreplay. Still, when climax came, it was so incredible that I could only beg to be locked up, and begin again!
At the same time, she became increasingly dominant, even during the times we were not playing. It became routine that I would spend the evenings and weekends in my manacles, and steel slave collar. I would serve her every need, waiting on my knees at her feet for my next command. She would lock me to a cross or spanking bench, several times per week, and punish me for any infractions to her growing list of rules. In just a few years, I was totally enslaved, and loving every minute of it.
One evening, Mistress was unwinding after some frustrating meetings and a long day at work. As often was the case, I was locked, spread-eagled to a cross. She was putting needles in my nipples, and in a circular pattern of play-piercings down my belly. The needles were coming closer and closer to my groin. This had happened before. She pierced a trail of needles down my pubic bone. She took my penis in hand. I was locked in my Number 3 Lori tube. My PA piercing held it in place, but there was no ring around my balls. My glans was totally exposed. The tube simply prevented me from achieving orgasm.
Mistress took a needle and trailed its point down my shaft, and across the steel tube, as my dick shriveled in her hand. Yellow. I whimpered. I never had the courage to let her stick a needle in my junk. She sighed, and continued rubbing the point of the needle up and down my shaft. Are you sure, slave? Yes, Mistress, Im so sorry. I just. Red Im sorry!
I was SO in love with her at that moment, but couldnt do this one thing. It just frightened me too much. I was angry at myself, and Mistress looked so disappointed. I thought Id try to take her mind off my failure. Only in retrospect, did I realize that this was a REALLY bad time to ask this questionI lay, spread-eagled on a cross, with needles poking through my nipples and decorating my torso. Mistress, our anniversary is in a few weeks. What would you like? She looked at me, seriously for a long moment. I grew still, knowing that she was about to ask for something very important. I want just one thing from you, Slave. The rest I can take, anyway. She paused, and looked me deeply in the eyes. I want your safeword..
End Part 1
As I sat in my cage for the second day, I kept reminding myself that I asked for this. It seemed small comfort. I rubbed my aching hand as I reminisced.
---
My wife and I had begun our explorations of Femdom many years ago. Before we married, I confessed my desire to wear a chastity device. While initially reluctant, my wife (then girlfriend) humored me. I bought a device, and began wearing it. It wasnt long before I had broken in, and we arranged for her to take charge of the keys. She was a novice at BDSM and Femdom, but willing to learn. She quickly became addicted to my servitude, and my tongue. Within a year, I was locked 24/7, though released quite frequently for sex. She learned to tease and taunt me. In return, I learned to please her, both in the bed, and outside of it. She not only held the keys, but increasingly asserted herself as my Domme. It was wonderful! We were in love. We bought several more devices.
We had been 24/7 in female domination for over a year, when I proposed. By this time, I had spent the majority of our time together in chastity. It seemed only natural to offer her not only my heart, but also my desire for her to keep me in chastity as her submissive for the rest of our lives together. . By saying I do, I said, Ill be saying that every orgasm for the rest of my life will be at your whim whether once per day, or never again. She accepted my proposal with a smile, saying and I promise to hold your keys, keep you chaste, and dominate our marriage completely! Five months later, I said I do in front of family and friends. Few people knew that the necklace around her neck held a key, hidden below her neckline. We had not revealed our private vows, but she wanted me to know the key was there throughout the ceremony, to remind me that she was serious.
---
As I now sit in this cage, locked in our basement, I keep thinking of our private vows, and the words never again. At the time, it seemed a wildly romantic thing to say. I didnt really think much of it. She had been letting me out once or twice a week for wonderful sex. She once kept me locked for three weeks. It was mind-blowing. At the time, I had thought that much more than three weeks would KILL me. Besides, she never wanted to be without my cock for that long. Now, on my third MONTH of chastity, Ive discovered just how little I understood.
---
Before our marriage, she had begun asserting herself, not only through chastity, but with commands, and even demands. I was thrilled, since I had viewed myself as the more kinky of the two of us. The fact that she was running with it made me so happy. I eagerly complied with her increasing demands. I should have realized that she had been studying up, but honestly, I was somewhat wrapped up in my own career. In the evenings, Id be in front of my computer, catching up on work from home, while she was in her den doing research. As a college professor, she was constantly reading in there. Little did I know that a major focus of her research had become Female Domination.
I didnt discover, until much too late, that she had begun reading about FemDom after we purchased the chastity device, so that she could please me. She was amazed to find a new passion, and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge about chastity, and dominating men. The more she researched, the more she wanted everything she read about. Early in our relationship, I was complying with every simple demand, and giving her endless pleasure. This fueled her passion for a life of Dominance more than ever!
She began keeping me locked for increasing periods, and began experimenting with sadism. First, it was gentle floggers, and slappers. It progressed. Frankly, I was so horny that the attentions and the pain were an aphrodisiac. I fell deeper into her spell, as she became more skilled at sadism. We learned Cock and Ball Torture together. I would safeword when I needed to, but frankly, I could see her joy and thrill at causing me pain. I took it as best I could, striving to please her.
Our basement was converted into a play room with crosses, spanking benches, and the like. My skills at welding, learned during a high school job, were invaluable as she had me build manacles and eventually, a small cage. It was the size of a dog cage perhaps 2 feet on a side, and 4 feet long. I could only fit into it if I curled into a ball. She loved locking me in there, sometimes for a few hours at a time..
After a time, our play changed, and I found that no pleasure came without pain. My releases were only >after< long sessions of flogging or CBT. Still, I was so in her spell that I willingly endured. Needles, hot wax, ice, and the sharp sting of a crop were now foreplay. Still, when climax came, it was so incredible that I could only beg to be locked up, and begin again!
At the same time, she became increasingly dominant, even during the times we were not playing. It became routine that I would spend the evenings and weekends in my manacles, and steel slave collar. I would serve her every need, waiting on my knees at her feet for my next command. She would lock me to a cross or spanking bench, several times per week, and punish me for any infractions to her growing list of rules. In just a few years, I was totally enslaved, and loving every minute of it.
One evening, Mistress was unwinding after some frustrating meetings and a long day at work. As often was the case, I was locked, spread-eagled to a cross. She was putting needles in my nipples, and in a circular pattern of play-piercings down my belly. The needles were coming closer and closer to my groin. This had happened before. She pierced a trail of needles down my pubic bone. She took my penis in hand. I was locked in my Number 3 Lori tube. My PA piercing held it in place, but there was no ring around my balls. My glans was totally exposed. The tube simply prevented me from achieving orgasm.
Mistress took a needle and trailed its point down my shaft, and across the steel tube, as my dick shriveled in her hand. Yellow. I whimpered. I never had the courage to let her stick a needle in my junk. She sighed, and continued rubbing the point of the needle up and down my shaft. Are you sure, slave? Yes, Mistress, Im so sorry. I just. Red Im sorry!
I was SO in love with her at that moment, but couldnt do this one thing. It just frightened me too much. I was angry at myself, and Mistress looked so disappointed. I thought Id try to take her mind off my failure. Only in retrospect, did I realize that this was a REALLY bad time to ask this questionI lay, spread-eagled on a cross, with needles poking through my nipples and decorating my torso. Mistress, our anniversary is in a few weeks. What would you like? She looked at me, seriously for a long moment. I grew still, knowing that she was about to ask for something very important. I want just one thing from you, Slave. The rest I can take, anyway. She paused, and looked me deeply in the eyes. I want your safeword..
End Part 1
