Leaving It To Fate

Like most women, I guess, when my husband first brought up the idea of 'chastity' I was a little freaked out. I didn't understand why he wanted to be teased and left frustrated and I really didn't get the appeal of keeping his cock locked up. But after much talking and much reassurance on his part I eventually agreed to try it. At first it was weird, though I did kind of like having his key around my neck and it was fun to wear low cut tops so he could see it dangling between my heavy breasts.

After a while I warmed to it and I loved how eager he was to please me. But of course being a good wife I was always a little too eager to return the favour, so I could never keep him locked or frustrated for long. Gradually however I started to get used to the idea of teasing him and locking him back up without release. He seemed even happier when I did this than when I let him cum, which was confusing at first... but okay. I went with it, but I did feel a bit guilty about it, especially after he would go down on me over and over again until I begged him to stop.

Bill sensed that I felt weird about it and one night we sat down and discussed things. He said he understood that I felt guilt but that I shouldn't. After all it was his idea in the first place. The next day he sent me a meme which showed a woman sitting on a bed looking over her shoulder, the text on it read 'He didn't just want to be in chastity, he wanted me to want him in chastity'. That night he explained that just being locked up is only half of the story. What makes it fun is knowing that your keyholder enjoys keeping you locked and holding that power over you.

This helped put me at ease and I did start to enjoy the power I had, sometimes I would even use it to my advantage in every day life. Like, say I thought the lawn needed cutting, I would say something like 'You know, that cage would probably come off a lot sooner if the lawn was mowed.' He would look at me all offended, but by the end of the day the lawn would be perfectly mown.

Of course at first I was too eager and would let him out that night, but eventually I realised that wasn't really what he wanted. So I would let him eat me to an orgasm or three and then tell him, 'Thank you, that was wonderful... but I'm still not letting you out tonight'.

The first time I did that he looked a little disappointed but he quickly rebounded, realising that I was taking the initiative just like he'd asked me to and snuggling against me until I was ready to go to sleep. As I got used to my 'power' things progressed and I would make him wait a few weeks between orgasms, though I must admit sometimes I did miss seeing him cum.

Then one day Bill came to me and suggested we try something new. He said that he loved being made to wait as long as I liked, but that he was also intrigued by the idea of having his orgasms ruined. I honestly didn't know what the hell he was talking about and he explained that the idea was to bring him to the edge (once or maybe several times) and then stroke him just past the point of no return before letting go and letting his cum drip out.

I must admit I wasn't really on board with this at first, because again I didn't understand why he would want me to do this. After a few months had gone by Bill brought it up again and I said I hadn't done it because I didn't think he really wanted that and I didn't understand why he would want me to make him wait so long and then ruin it for him.

Bill patiently explained that often after he had been allowed to cum he lost interest in sex for a while, and though he enjoyed the moment of orgasm afterwards he hated feeling 'satisfied', in fact he said he couldn't wait for the first week to pass so he could start to feel desperate to cum again. He told me that a ruined orgasm was just a way to empty his balls without setting him back to zero... and actually once he told me that I thought back and there was definitely a change in him after I allowed him to cum properly; he wasn't as eager to please me as usual and he was right it would take about a week before things got back to normal.

I must admit, the first few times I ruined his orgasm were weird. I had to fight the urge to keep pumping his cock, and even once I'd let go I still had to stop myself grabbing it again and finishing him properly. However, it certainly did the trick as far as keeping Bill frustrated and eager to please me, sometimes his cock would even stay rock hard afterwards, which I must admit I loved seeing.

Eventually I got used to ruining him and I settled into a pattern of maybe ruining him three or four times before I would finally let him cum. Bill was grateful but suggested it would be fun if things were a little more random. He told me he loved the idea of never knowing what was going to happen, he loved that I didn't always let him out of his cage every time and he loved that I had started ruining him. He said he didn't mind if I made him wait longer for a real orgasm he just wanted it to be unpredictable. I thought about this for a while and eventually I hit on the idea of leaving it to fate.

I got a small notebook and wrote down my plan. I decided I would use a dice to decide how things would unfold. So the first throw would decide whether his next orgasm would be full or ruined. If the dice showed a '1' that meant his next orgasm would be a full orgasm, but if he got any other number that meant it would be ruined, and in addition told me how many times he would be ruined before I threw the dice again.

Furthermore, if the dice did show a '1' I would throw the dice again and that would tell me how many orgasms he would need to give me before I let him enjoy that orgasm. This worked great for a while, I never even told him about my little game, but he was happy because he could never predict what was going to happen and that was exactly what he asked for.

But then came the day when I threw the dice and I threw a 1 straight after I'd just pumped his cock hard and drained his balls. To my surprise I wasn't so happy about that. By now I'd come to like keeping him denied, so I thought about throwing the dice again and forgetting that one. But then I thought, no... if I was trusting fate then I should stick to the game.

So the next night, I unlocked Bill's cock and teased him until he was hard, before straddling him and sliding down on his pole. Bill certainly wasn't expecting this and he loved looking up at me riding his cock as his hands cupped my ample breasts. For some reason I was feeling really naughty that night and I urged him to pinch and pull on my nipples. Bill was happy to oblige and soon I was getting close to cumming... I told him I was getting close and warned him he better not come in me.

Bill looked worried, he was clearly holding back already and I don't know where it came from but I told him straight 'If you cum in me I'm going to sit on your face and you are going to clean my cum-filled pussy'. Poor Bill, he didn't stand a chance after that... I slammed myself down on him several more times as I felt my climax start and Bill gave in to the inevitable and pumped his load deep inside me.

Regretfully, I didn't sit on his face and make him clean me. To me it was just something that popped into my head in the heat of the moment, I didn't actually mean it, I was just talking dirty. However afterwards I sensed that something was up with Bill, he seemed disappointed. At first I figured it was just that he had been set back to zero after just one day, but eventually he confessed to me that he had been super turned on by what I had said, but hated that I hadn't followed through with my threat.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, once I had let him cum of course I had to throw the dice again. But before I did I took out my little notebook and made a correction. In future after a full orgasm is allowed, the next throw of the dice would only decide how many ruins before the next throw. Perfect!

Over time our little game has evolved... though of course Bill is none the wiser, he's just happy to be kept on his toes. One thing that changed was that I learned how to make Bill ruin without removing his cage by massaging his prostate. This was challenging at first and I really didn't think it would work, but after a few goes I got the hang of it. It was so weird how he didn't even get hard, I thought his cock would be trying to break out of the cage, but no... he just breathed really deep and then I watched as his cum just leaked out.

Once I figured out how to do that I incorporated that into my game too, so first I would throw to see how many ruins he would have to have, and then I would throw again to see how many would be in and how many out of the cage. Of course Bill was totally oblivious to all of this, which made it even better.

And the next time I told Bill not to cum in me I did sit on his face and made him lick me clean. He loved it ... he said it was even worth going back to zero for. I thought it was hot as hell too and I made him keep going until I came all over his face.

I have to say, I was reluctant to try chastity, but I'm so glad I did. We've never been closer and as time has gone on I've become more willing to try other things. Mostly of course it's been Bill coming to me with something new, and of course every time I've started out by stressing about it being weird, but once I've tried it, it doesn't seem so weird... you know.

Like Bill came to me and said he had been fantasizing constantly about eating my ass. I was like not at all keen on that, but eventually he begged so much that I agreed to try it and oh my God I loved it. Now I'll have him do it at least once a week while I use my fingers or my vibrator on my clit. He loves it too... even when I shut out the light straight after and tell him to go to sleep.

I mean, I don't always do that... sometimes I will lick and suck on his balls a little first or something, just to make it even harder for him to go to sleep. Hehe. It's fun to be the one in control... and I don't feel guilty about anything any more. After all Bill is happy and he loves me more than ever, so why on Earth would I ever feel guilty?