Male chastity from two points of view.
THE WIFE
I'm not a dominatrix, nor a controlling bitch. But my husband wears a cock cage and is only let out when I decide, which is not often.
Believe me, it was his idea!
The trouble was, he couldn't be trusted to keep his cock in his pants, even after we were married for more than ten years.
He's an engineer for a company making industrial safety equipment, part selling, part technical advice, so he's often away from home for days, sometimes a week or more. There was opportunity, and he took it. (I'm not sure how many times.)
Eventually he admitted it. I forgave him, but it happened again.
I won't go through the excuses, but I ended up crying (again) and said something like "What can I do apart from locking you up?"
He came back the next day and told me about cock cages.
I was a bit shocked at the idea, but desperate for a solution. And he actually said "Let's buy one!"
That's an engineer's answer - trust in technology, not people. He spent a long time researching (like he does when we buy any domestic appliance) and telling me enthusiastically about each one. That was obviously interesting for him, but not me, and rather distasteful, actually.
He measured himself carefully, and I sent off for the recommended model.
It was stainless steel, keeping his cock small and pointing downwards. It was locked to a solid ring behind his balls, and only I would have the key. It looked terrible, but I realised the gleaming metal would appeal to an engineer.
We carefully went through what he called the recommended installation procedure, which means it takes time for the genitals to get used to it over a couple of weeks. Only thirty minutes to start with, and checking for any chafing. I didn't like doing it, but I was worried he might hurt himself.
Then an hour, then three hours, twelve hours and finally a day. That was when there was a bit of a pause as the night was difficult for him, both in lying on it, and getting painful erections when he needed to pee, but eventually he managed it.
He was like a kid learning to ride a bicycle - eager to succeed despite falling off. I didn't understand it, but I didn't have to.
Finally it was on for three days, and there was no soreness at the end. He gave me the key then I locked him for three more days.
He'd written a sort of contract, transferring ownership of his cock and balls to me except for peeing, and for the cage to be used entirely at my discretion with no time limit, and we signed it.
Again a typical engineer!
Then I unlocked him, we went to bed and he was very loving, and it was good.
There was a spare key which I sent to my sister, saying it was for a security box, and should only be handed to him in case of my death or hospitalization.
I was a bit worried that it would show through his clothes. It certainly gave a bigger bulge, but he seemed happy with that.
It started with him being caged just during the working week.
When I sent for the cage, the company offered something else which I bought at the same time.
Handcuffs.
When I took it off to check there was no damage midweek, he first had his hands cuffed behind him so he couldn't fiddle with himself until I'd put it back on. Eventually it seemed that he could keep things clean enough for a week, and I sent him off with it on a work trip. When he came back, I checked him and put it back on for another week, which he wasn't expecting, but took it like a good sport.
The leaflet said that denial could actually increase pleasure, and recommended that the key-holder should only allow penetration when she actually wanted it, not when he did. So that's exactly what I did. Well, I gave in a few times at the beginning, but he actually seemed happier when I said no. Eventually he stopped begging, and I relaxed.
It's been several years now, and things are looking good. He's been away for ten days at a time, and I have kept him caged for a month. Baby oil helps.
I wondered at first if he had some secret way of getting out, but now I believe he doesn't. He's actually tried to defeat himself, by getting the best security!
He was interested to try others, so we now have six! Some metal, some plastic. Some are easier to keep clean than others, and some hardly show at all inside his pants (not more than a cock and balls, anyway). I sent the keys to my sister and told her exactly what they were for. She told me 'well done', and wished she had the courage to do the same.
(But it was my husband's idea. I didn't force it on him.)
I take the cage off at least once a week, and clean it hygienically, as well as checking for soreness. The metal ones can be boiled. It's usually a weekend, which is either a fuck one or no-fuck one. If it's fuck, then it stays off till I've had enough penetration. Otherwise it's only as long as necessary. When he was caged for a month, I checked more frequently for the last two weeks, but handcuffed him behind, as he was getting desperate.
I think I might do a month again, but add an extra two weeks when he thinks it's over!
We sleep in separate beds, and we literally only have sex when I want it. He says it is better when he finally does it, and he's more attentive and loving at other times. A kiss and a cuddle are often all I want, but otherwise I'll encourage him to do some foreplay (with nothing after!) I'm getting a lot of breast stimulation and he's got quite good at oral. Even when I'm going to let him out for a fuck he has to give me an orgasm first, so that I'm ready.
He gets frustrated (which is the point, I suppose) but
my
sex life couldn't be better!
By the way, I've read that some women tease and try to make him hard in the cage, but I don't. I don't want to torture him: it's not my style. I don't punish him or dominate him in any way. I just keep my property locked away whenever I'm not using it.
It's funny, really. I suppose I was a bit of a prude. He bought me a vibrator years ago, but I was too embarrassed to try it, even when I was on my own. And I certainly avoided thinking about sex toys, though it's been a bit difficult to ignore the shops and the way they talk about them in the media.
In our love life I never came anywhere near an orgasm, but I didn't mind, it wasn't something I worried about. There was a bit of foreplay, but never enough to get me going. I still enjoyed sex, and I liked how good it was for him. Married life was fine, and I would never have asked for anything else.
But I couldn't bear the thought of him with other women. That's the only reason I went along with something so kinky.
I never expected what happened. He gives me a lot of attention - almost making out like teenagers, and then I get oral sex and an orgasm several times a week. We've both learned. His technique has improved, but it's mainly that I just give myself up to the pleasure. I think I might be getting addicted! I certainly miss it when he's away, which I really didn't before.
To be honest, it's much better than fucking. But I do like to be penetrated occasionally, and I do love him. Actually I would be very happy to have both, and just cage him when he goes away, but I can see he needs the denial. And it's really a gadget, which men always like.
I think the way he loves me is what he wants. It was just his cock which stopped him. Taking it out of the equation has liberated us both, and channelled his desire into real lovemaking instead of a quick fuck. It's really lovely how much he wants me, and his satisfaction in my pleasure instead of his.
