You awaken to the soundless vibrations of a strap releasing gentle tingles through your balls and up the shaft of your dick. Why the strap is on your balls doesn't quite break the surface of your consciousness. You remember allowing it to be put on the night before, but why... you moan softly and roll over in the warm nest of bed sheets and the comforting blackness of the bedroom. There's nothing but the building pleasurable sensation at your groin. The electrical tingles lengthen into pulses and you hold your breath to each one, gasping on the exhale with a heady yearning for the next build up. The current of electricity is strong enough that it feels like you're being manually stimulated by an invisible hand in the dark.
The head of your dick presses against something solid and inflexible. It's a subtle restriction and for a few breaths you don't pay it much attention. The pulses send waves of electricity rolling through your balls. With each crest the sensation deepens. The increase of electrical current perfectly matches your rising stimulation and instead of the pain you'd usually associate with getting your balls jolted, there's only a powerful rush of pleasure. All too suddenly your dick is encased by the inflexible restriction and there's nowhere for your erection to expand. The subtle press you felt before now hurts. It's a familiar hurt, strong enough to wake you up in a jolt of pain if the subtle vibrations on your balls hadn't already done so, and you remember the chastity device with a pang of regret.
The electrical stimulation on your balls and at the base of your dick doesn't care about the chastity device or the lack of space for your crushed erection. What was a rush of pleasure only moments before is the cause of an almost claustrophobic source of pain. Your dick shrinks a little at being packed into so tiny a space, but then the next pulse comes and the momentary relief is gone. The flash of pain is deep and solid. You gasp and grab for your partner asleep in the bed next to you, shaking her awake. "Fuck, Natalia, I need you to give me the key," you say.
It takes several shakes to wake Natalia, but when she does she narrows her eyes as soon as they open.
"Where's the key?!" you practically scream. In the dark you can't see her expression clearly, but you know she isn't moving to get up or go anywhere. Perhaps she's groggy from sleep. The pain continues to build, your dick straining against the confines of the chastity cage.
"Are you serious?" Natalia asks, her tone dripping with annoyance.
You can't believe how rude she's being. You're in serious pain and she's not getting up or helping you. "Yes," you snap. "Where is the key?"
"I put the electrostim remote on the dresser across the room," Natalia says. She still sounds annoyed. What the fuck is her problem?
"The k-"
"Go turn it off," she interrupts you to say.
The argument isn't going anywhere and you can't handle the electrical pulses rolling through your balls and dick so you get out of bed and stumble across the room, groping in the darkness for the controller. As soon as you find it and hit the button the electricity stops and you let out a pained exhale. You can feel precum dripping through the top of the chastity cage. Your dick doesn't seem as concerned about being crushed as your brain is about the whole situation.
"So where's the key?" You don't bother to hide the frustration from your voice. You want out. There's no way you can sleep with an erection and you're tense enough that the only thing that'll calm you down is jerking off.
"I'm not telling you," Natalia says. She sits up in bed. "I gave you a shot." Her voice is steely in its emptiness. She sounds restrained, but you know she's pissed. You rile back in response. She's pissed? You're furious.
"I'm not playing this game. Get the key," you say.
Natalia laughs. It's a forced sound and catches in her throat like she can't get it out past the anger. "I told you the electrostim is an alarm clock. As MY boyfriend you're supposed to bring me coffee and breakfast in bed and wake me up with rimming. Your tongue in my ass. You KNOW that. So you wake up, turn the remote off, and go the fuck downstairs. But you didn't do that. You woke me up. Mistake one."
"I'm not playing. I don't care," you reply.
This time Natalia's laugh is real. "You think I care if you care? Dig yourself deeper idiot. Keep going," she goads you. Natalia lays back down in the bed and rolls over, dragging the covers over her. You clench your hands as you watch her turn her back.
The old chastity device you could have gotten out of on your own, but this one is different. You even remember telling Natalia how cool it would be to get permanent chastity you really couldn't get out of on your own. That was months ago. You regret it now, your dick straining against the cage, just like she said you would. Natalia had always loved a chastity cage specially designed to lock with a prince albert piercing, but she'd loved even more a cage that locked with a steel rod inserted into your urethra. You're so used to the rod lodged inside your dick you can barely feel it, but its mere presence means there's no way you're getting out without the key. Along with the panic and frustration comes a pang of arousal at how crazy hot that is, which just makes your situation even worse than it already is. "Fuck you're so annoying," you mutter at Natalia under your breath.
You leave the bedroom and walk down the hall. The bedroom was completely dark with the blackout shades, but the sun has long risen and streams into the hallway windows. You head for the bathroom where Natalia hangs her jewellery. There's a specific heart necklace she usually wears your chastity key on. Natalia loves wearing it out in public. When asked what they key is she'll usually smirk and say, "it's the key to my boyfriend." Not the key to his heart or anything sappy or romantic. The key to you, as a person. It's not obvious to someone who's never heard about a chastity device, but she's definitely not hiding anything. That kind of casual domming has always got her dripping wet. Her pussy is probably equally wet just from turning her back on you and rolling under the covers.
The thought of her sopping pussy flashes through your mind and you can imagine how amazing it would feel to grab her and shove your dick inside. You'd ram into her before she even knew what was happening and she'd moan in ecstasy. It's just a fantasy, and a pained one at that. You live with your girlfriend and you've never fucked her. No one else has either. Natalia's never had a dick inside her. In the beginning she'd said it hurt, she didn't want to. It wasn't until a year in Natalia admitted she just didn't want to have penetrative sex in that way. It was all that female supremacy porn you watched and read that finally did it. At first she'd recoiled from it, but she eventually watched the porn on her own. She thought about it in regards to your relationship. A dildo, hollow strap on, four fingers, all of that was fine, but a dick? "I'm too good for that," Natalia had said with a shrug. "It hurts because I can't get wet. I don't want it. I never have." You remember she was stroking your dick at the time. She loved that stuff: turning you on just to do nothing about it later. You ached for her touch even if there was a little voice in the back of your head that whispered you'd regret it. Sometimes it was a not so little voice but hers out loud. Natalia also loved grinning while she told you you'd regret it and watching you give in to the pleasure anyways. One of her favourite games was leading you down painful and dark paths willingly when you knew you'd hate what was at the end. "But you can put it in me with a hollow strap on," Natalia had said while pumping her fist on your hardening dick.
"I won't be able to feel it. I won't even get hard," you remember yourself saying.
"So? Why do I care if you're hard for sex?" Entitled wasn't a strong enough word to describe Natalia once she'd started exploring her own desires for real. Not the fantasies you said got you hard that she needed to indulge in to get you in the mood, but her own fantasies. They quickly became a reality, which had been the case with the steel rod running through your urethra and locking you into the chastity device now.
You can't find the heart necklace in the bathroom. The rest of her necklaces are there, but you can't see the heart or the key. You walk back to the hallway and head downstairs. Natalia's purse is by the door and you rifle through it. She sometimes keeps the key in with her change, but you only find money. The memories haven't helped your erection and its straining against the cage with a renewed vigour. You stomp up the stairs and back into the bedroom. "Where's the key? I need it," you tell her.
