It all started with a letter. Beth got a letter in the mail. She opened the enveloped and a pair of keys fell on the table. Her fiancé lived a few towns away and with work and kids, they didn't always get to see each other as often as they would like. Due to busy work schedules, she knew that it would be a full week until they could get together again. Just thinking about how long it would be made her want to reach for the magic wand in her nightstand.
They sex they had was amazing and recently they had been exploring each other's fantasies more and more. It was fulfilling in more ways than one. Recently, she had seen Jason's toy chest. It was expansive to say the least. It would be an understatement to say that he had an interest in BDSM. There were all sorts of restraints, from ropes, to handcuffs, to metal spreader bars, as well as other toys that might come in handy. The vibrator and the strap-on both got thorough workouts on a regular basis. There was one other item that caught her eye. It was a chastity cage. They didn't talk about it specifically that much, but Beth was nothing if not thorough. She had looked up what it was and why some people were into them.
Damn,
she thought, looking at the keys she knew were to the chastity cage that must at that moment be confining his penis.
Can he really go a whole week without coming? Why would he want to?
She bit her lip and took out her phone.
***
The previous evening, Jason had hatched a plan. He normal 5-minute shower took nearly 45 minutes as he tried his best to shave around his cock, his testicles, and his ass. He took his time, not wanting to have a cut if it could be avoided. He liked the way it looked. Beth was always perfectly clean-shaven. He loved the way that it felt on his hand and especially on his tongue. He hoped she would like it, but wasn't sure. More than anything else, having his pubic hair shaved made Jason feel submissive and he had resolved to make this a week where he felt submissive.
Getting out of the shower, he walked naked to the toy chest. He tried to think about work tomorrow intentionally. Since he had bought the chastity cage, he had only worn it to get the sizing right. He had realized that there was a bit of a catch-22 with chastity. The idea of his fiancé being in complete control of his most private part was extremely arousing. The problem was that when he tried to put on the cage, he would think of her and get an erection that made it very difficult to put the cage on. The manufacture said that it was made of bio-sourced resin and was supposed to be nearly indestructible. It was clear, so he could still see what he couldn't touch. He slowly pulled his balls through then ring, only 1.5 inches in diameter, one at a time and then his penis. He managed to make his erection go down enough to get into the tube. Normally, he was about 6 inches when erect and the tube that would be his prison for the next week was only 1.75 inches long.
Finally, he took a deep breath, turned the locked, and then sealed the keys in an envelope. He needed to move quickly before he lost his nerve. It was near midnight, but he was so turned on he knew sleep wouldn't come easily. He got in the car and drove the 30 minutes to Beth's house. He knew she was sleeping. In fact, that was part of the point. If he had to ask her in person he might back out. He lowered his car windows, opened the mailbox, and took a minute to say goodbye to something he had always been able to do without a second thought. For the next week, at minimum, he wouldn't be able to masturbate or touch himself in any way. There was no guarantee Beth would want to have any part of it, but he had an idea she might.
***
Jason's phone lit up as just as he was leaving a morning budget meeting. He saw Beth's name pop up on his watch, but waited until he got back to his office by himself to read the text. He didn't want his face to give him away to his colleagues.
I guess she checked her mail
, he thought.
Beth had thought for quite a while before texting. Her mind was racing with questions. She realized after a few minutes though that she shouldn't be uncomfortable. She wasn't wearing a cage and it didn't have to affect her if she didn't want it to. She decided to go simple and let him squirm a little bit. She just texted "Why?"
That's it
? He thought. He had expected more questions or maybe even outage, but this was so open-ended he was caught off-guard and not sure what to write.
"The keys are for my cock cage. I was hoping you might be willing to hold onto them for me?"
"Why?"
Damnit. I have no idea what she's thinking. She could be pissed, she could have her hand rubbing her clit, or she could be doing her taxes. I'm not sure if this is a sext, a conversation, or a negotiation
. Jason's mind spun, a condition that would become all too common over the next week.
"I've never gone more than 2 or 3 days without an orgasm and we're not going to see each other for a week. I really want to save coming for when I'm with you, to focus all of my sexual energy on you. I'm not sure I trust myself to do that on will power alone though."
"Hmmm. Well, I really don't like the idea of you masturbating. I might be able to get onboard. Is that the only reason?"
Jason squirmed in his chair, feeling his cock hanging heavier than normal between his legs.
"I really am turned on by the idea of you being in control. This gives you as much control as you want. I can't even touch myself without your permission right now."
"You're not afraid I might lose the keys? 😉"
A winking emoji! If she can joke, she's not mad.
"Oh god, please don't!"
"I tell you what. I'll hold your keys, but I decide when you get them back. Monday was your idea not mine. Maybe I'll unlock you on Monday, maybe not. Deal?" Beth hadn't told Jason that she was naked in her bed with the vibrator on low. Just because he couldn't have fun didn't mean she had to do the same.
Jason gulped. This seemed like a dream come true, but it was a bit intimidating. He started to wonder what he had gotten himself into; if it would be too much. It wasn't the last time he would think that this week.
"Absolutely! Thank you so much."
"lol. It's not like you have much of a choice. I'm holding your only way out. Remember that later if I send you another message." With that, she turned her phone off. Chuckling a little, she closed the laptop that had been open to a website on male chastity. She turned the vibrator up thinking of what the next week would bring.
***
Beth's mind raced with possibilities. Her research, always thorough, had given her a lot to ponder. Working from home, she didn't have to worry about what she looked up on the computer. This gave her plenty of time to think about what to do. She knew that Jason could still get aroused; he just couldn't do anything about it. In one sense, it was like a week-long edging session and she wanted to keep him on edge as much as possible. She had recovered from her first orgasm of the day. It didn't take long to recover as an hour of research was not dissimilar to reading erotica and she pictured her fiancé in every story. She took a picture of her ass in a tight, lacy, dark green thong that hugged her ass in all the right places. She took another of her cleavage in her matching bra. By the end, she had 10 pictures in all. They started with lingerie but ended with her fingers in her pussy, massaging her clit, and pinching her nipples.
Beth set a timer. She sent one picture, starting with the least racy, every fifteen minutes for two and a half hours. She had a newer iPhone, so they were "Live" photos. The last picture was animated and showed her hand rubbing her clit. She heard her phone ring very soon after the last picture was delivered.
"Those pictures are amazing, but you're killing me." Jason moaned in the phone. His voice was a lot huskier than normal.
"That's the point. How are you handling your confinement?" Beth asked, keeping her voice intentionally light.
"I have my lights off. Someone knocked on my door and I had to pretend I wasn't here because I can't stand up."
"Oh, that's too bad. You didn't like the pictures?" Beth asked jokingly.
"You know I loved them. You just might be a little distracting. I've gotten nothing done all day."
"Well, I'm glad you like them. It's your turn. Send me a picture in the next ten minutes to show me you really are in your cage." Beth's voice was suddenly more commanding than he was used to hearing.
"I'm at work...?" He stuttered confused.
"That's not my problem. You have 9:30 left. If you don't play the game, then I won't unlock you on Monday. 2 more things. 1 - Make sure you are completely naked in the picture. 2 - Take a sharpie from desk and write the date and time on your chest. That way, I know the picture isn't already in your phone."
Jason heard the line click and go dead. His face flushed and his heart race rose. Normally, being told he had to take a dirty picture at work would have given him an erection, but that couldn't happen today. He walked to the bathroom, much more quickly than normal. He wasn't making eye contact with anyone in the hallway. Suddenly he was convinced that everyone knew he was in chastity. They must, right?
When he got to the bathroom, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He splashed some water on his face. He took out his phone and sharpie, then put them on the counter. Thankfully, it was a nice office so the bathroom was private instead of a stall where someone could see something. He stripped as quickly as he could and hung his clothes off the wall hook. He carefully wrote the date and time (3/26, 12:15PM) over his heart and above his chest hair. As he was about to take the picture, a knock on the door made him drop the phone. Thankfully, he caught it before it could hit the floor and make a noise. He mumbled, "One minute," then took the picture and got dressed as quickly as possible. '
This may be a long week,'
he thought
.
Beth smirked as she opened and saved the picture. She thought, '
This week is going to be a lot of fun.'
***
Jason was usually up long before the dawn, but he was feeling groggy on his second full day of chastity and hit the snooze button again. Before he could lay back down, his phone went off. He shook the cobwebs from his head, realizing it was a text and hoping everything was ok. No one texted him at this hour unless something was wrong.
