Saturday morning. I am feeling cozy and warm in my small bed in my small room emerging from the night's sleep. As I become more aware I notice the pain in my balls and the head of my cock. As usual, my morning erection has caused my chastity device to pull on my scrotum and the head of my cock is pressing itself firmly against the end of its plastic prison. My little woody is straining against the device and some of my penis skin is protruding through the ventilation holes of my cage. My plastic cage is the "short" size so the fact that my erection is filling it is not a sign of my endowment, only a sign that, when flaccid, my weenie fits in a very small cage and still basically fits when erect. I stumble to the bathroom and sit on the toilet and struggle to pee with my erection and my cage. Typically, once I have peed, my hard cock shrinks and once again rattles around in its little house. Then I can take a cotton swab and wipe away any urine that stayed in the tube. Today my erection won't go down.
There is a reason I remain hard. Today is the day. Today is day 365, well technically day 366. It is also my birthday. My chastity device was last year's birthday present from my wife and it hasn't been off since. But today, today is the day. Today my penis will be free, at least for a little while. Today, my wife will unlock me. Today I will feel the breeze on my dick. My penis has not felt a human touch in an entire year, not even my own touch, only the benign touch of the cotton swab. I have ejaculated 3 times in the last year. These ejaculations occurred as wet dreams in the middle of the night alone in my little bed. It is difficult to clean semen out of the cage.
This year has been difficult. It was very hard to adjust to the cage. I missed masturbating. My wife, Laurel has always had other lovers and we never really had sex together very much. Sometimes she would let me fuck her on a holiday. I would usually get a Christmas fuck and sometimes on our wedding anniversary. But mostly, she'd let me masturbate while I licked her pussy or her ass. Sometimes she would let me hump her leg like a puppy. She would let me come on her body as long as I licked her clean. I especially liked to masturbate when she was out on a date. After helping her get ready for her man and cleaning the kitchen or whatever other domestic chores I had to do, I liked to get a pair of her panties out of her hamper. I would smell them, and as I did, my little penis would grow a little and get hard. I would put the panties on my head with the crotch over my nose and smell as I rubbed myself. Some of the panties were crusty and smelled of a man's cum. Sometimes I would suck on the crusty crotch and taste her and her lover as I imagined what they were doing together at that moment.
This was also the year I moved from the master bedroom to the little guest room down the hall and out of the roomy king-sized bed to my current little twin. When I still shared her bed, it seems I had difficulty respecting boundaries. Some nights I would wake up and find myself spooning her with my little erection rubbing against her ass. Twice I came this way, shooting my little load on her panties. The cold wetness on my ejaculate on her ass woke her up. She touched her ass and felt my cold semen on her underwear, still half asleep. When she realized what sticky substance she was touching she said, "Ewwwwwww. Seriously? That's so disgusting!" She had me clean her up and change the sheets. She told me that must never happen again. When I explained that the entire thing was done unconsciously it did not calm her. I slept on the sofa the rest of that night.
Unfortunately for me, the same thing happened again and this time there were serious consequences. My birthday was a week away and that little nighttime ass hump inspired her to get me the birthday present which has become a daily reminder of my behavior. Even after I was locked in chastity I would still sometimes find myself humping her ass or her leg in my sleep. The padlock of my cage was cold against her skin and would wake her up and annoy her. That, of course, was the reason I was moved to my little room. I think it also had a lot to do with her boyfriend, Robert, wanting to be able to stay the night so they could have morning sex. Also, without me in the room, he could keep things in the closet, nightstand and master bathroom.
As I continued to feel the ache caused by my swollen penis I remembered my last birthday. We had gone out to dinner. Although I am a vegan, we had gone to a steak house at Robert's suggestion. I had a salad and a baked potato while they shared a huge porterhouse. When the plates were cleared the waitress delivered a desert with a candle in it. I made a wish and blew the candle out. I had silently wished that Laurel would be giving me a birthday fuck that night. Robert looked at the desert and asked to try it. I handed him the plate he tried it and said it was amazing. He passed it to Laurel who loved it as well. In a short time the empty plate was passed back to me. "Sorry you didn't get to try that, Honey. You would have loved it," Laurel said. Robert got the waitress' attention and ordered cognac for the two of them and an Earl Grey tea for me. Then it was time for my present.
I have never expected much in the way of gifts from my wife, although she is a generous woman who sometimes goes way over the top with gifts. In fact, last Christmas she gave Robert new golf clubs. She had been asking me lots of questions about different clubs and I did think that she might be getting new clubs for me. Still, I was happy with what she did give me, 3 rolls of plastic string for my garden trimmer. Even though it didn't actually fit my trimmer, I thought it was a very considerate gift, and she obviously put a lot of thought into it. She clearly wanted me to have something I could use. I hardly ever had time for golf anyway between my job and my housework.
That night, she had carried a sparkly gift bag into the restaurant. She handed the bag to me with a smile and a sweet sounding "Happy Birthday Honey." I was filled with excitement as I took the gift bag from her. It was a medium-sized bag and not very heavy. There was tissue paper covering the gift. I asked if I should open it there in the restaurant. They both said I should. I pulled out the tissue and found a card inside. It read, "To my devoted husband on his birthday. I hope you like your gift. It is something you need very badly and something I think will make us both much happier! With love, Laurel." I pulled out the box and began to tear the wrapping paper off. Inside was a box that had a tab on the top so it could be hung on a display rack. On the tab were the words, "Lock Him Up". On the front of the box was a picture of a clear plastic penis-shaped tube with a ring behind it and a padlock. "CB 6000S," it said. Beneath the picture were the words, "Male Chastity Device."
I looked at Laurel and said, "I don't understand."
"You don't? You don't understand the words 'male chastity device'? It's a lock for your penis. With this on you won't be able to touch your cock. You won't be able to play with it or fuck anyone or stimulate it in any way," she said.
She reached across the table and took both my hands in hers and looked at me with a mixture of love and pity and said, "Look Paul, you are just obsessed with sex. It seems like it's all you ever think about. You even dream about it to the extent that you ejaculate on me when I'm trying to sleep. Once the possibility of sexual gratification is taken off the table, you'll be a much calmer person. You'll be able to focus your attention on more useful things. Seriously, how much time do you think you waste smelling my dirty underwear and masturbating? Don't you think you'll be a happier person when you don't have to worry about your little weenie all the time."
She went on, "And as for me, I DO NOT want to ever wake up again with your cold cum on me. That is gross beyond belief. And, Paul, you knew when you married me that sexually I prefer a different kind of man than you. I like much bigger men, taller and more muscular and hung. I have let you masturbate in my presence and I have even let you fuck me on occasion, but that's over now. You will be able to lick me when I say you can, especially after I've been with Robert, but now your attention will be focused on me, not your peepee."
"So, am I expected to wear this all the time?"
"Yes Honey, all the time"
"For how long?"