This story was originally going to be in my Breaking Free set, but after spending some time with the characters, I realized I wanted to showcase a safe and sane story of Chastity play. One where you don't get infuriated at the wife/girlfriend at the end. As many stories are apt to do.
Matt
When he first suggested it, Cindy was cautious. She didn't know if she wanted to try and felt uncomfortable about doing so. He understood it was really fucking out of left field compared to the stuff they normally did. They had an active sex life, sometimes used those little board or card games to spice things up. Maybe every once in a great while he would make half-hearted attempts at tying her up.
They enjoyed it to a degree. That new thrill or rush would make the love-making all that sweeter. That's what he assumed, anyway. He always made sure Cindy enjoyed her time, double-checking that he was 'satisfactory', not that he was bad at it. She claimed he was one of her best lovers, hence why she married him.
He had an above-average penis, nothing insane or porn-worthy, but definitely not something anyone could mistake for 'small' or 'tiny'. Cindy said it was just the perfect fit for her. Which, of course, those words would make any man swell with pride... in more ways than one.
So why on earth did he suggest wearing a chastity device? Mostly, to add some spice to the bedroom, but because Andy from his work claimed it was the best. Being pent up and your wife giving you blue balls for a few days really got your system going, and when she unlocked you and you took her to town? You went for a whole fucking round trip.
At first, the idea made him scoff. He would not lock himself away. What happened if he lost the key?
"They're simple locks, what you don't have a pair of bolt cutters in your garage? Also super easy to lock pick, kinda like how police handcuffs all have the same key, mostly?" Andy explained with a shrug.
"Plus, you can find videos online on how to slip out of em', unless you got one of those really fucked up ones with sounds and piercings? Well, even them you can get around if you're willing to deal with some pain for a few seconds," Andy added, as the two of them relaxed during lunch. He and Andy went back a ways, and he'd long got used to how unfiltered the man spoke about topics like these.
He didn't really want to question for more details on 'sounds' or 'piercings', but decided to just change the subject to other stuff. But in the back of his head, he wondered if what Andy said was true? Did using a cage like that... make sex better?
So in his spare time, he'd incognito and look up stuff. Most of it freaked him out a bit. The way some men talked about being happy, being locked up, having their 'Mistress' and 'Mam's' control them and deny them for MONTHS at a time. Fuck, months? No fucking way would he give up orgasms or cumming for that long.
But, maybe a few days, a WEEK at most, and he would not get a metal one. The clear, cheap plastic one would be fine for him and his wallet. So he ordered one, felt anxious for the next few days, constantly scanning the windows for the mailman or USPS or whatever fucking deliver service people used.
When the box came, he hid it in his closet, too afraid to open it or mention it until he had the time to suggest it to Cindy.
When he finally had the balls to bring it up, his wife had been sitting in the bedroom on her phone, scrolling. Enjoying her evening like she usually did, as they both unwinded from work. She was a receptionist at a law firm. She wanted to be a lawyer but couldn't afford the classes.
"Hey hon, can we chat?" he asked, sitting on the bed. Cindy glanced over at him before noticing his expression and putting her phone away.
"What's up, babe? Is something going on?" Cindy asked, a little worry in her voice. He smiled and reached over, squeezing her hand to assure her everything was fine.
"I just wanted to bring something up. You know how we sometimes try new things in the bedroom?" he asked before slipping into the pre-planned conversation that he may or may not have practiced in a mirror.
When he explained everything and why he wanted to try it. She flat out refused, saying it was too weird and felt rather 'mean' to do that to him. So, he dropped it, thanked her, at least listening, and they moved on with their lives.
They slipped back into their routine and he was fine and happy with it, but a part of him was curious and always thought back to that box tucked away in his closet. His thoughts must have weighed heavily on him because a few weeks later Cindy sat him down and asked him if it was about the 'cage stuff'.
Awkwardly, he nodded, unsure why he was so curious to try it. He even explained it that way, that he was just... curious and didn't want to do it for long, just something to try out.
Finally, she relented and said she would try it for him because that is what a marriage is. It's a partnership, compromises happen.
"But I will not hold the key. It's your thing. You wear it and just challenge yourself, okay?" she explained, crossing her arms. He nodded and the two of them agreed to do this for just a few days, waiting for the weekend. Besides, it was only three days.
So he went to the bathroom, moisturized himself, and slipped the plastic cage on. It took him some time to figure it out, but once he got it on it felt... weird. But a kind of good weird? But also unsettling too.
He 'locked' himself in with the cheap little lock and he scoffed at how pathetic the device looked. Oh well, it's just a toy it was never meant to be anything more. So he took the key and put it on the bare silver cord necklace that came with the package. He slid it over his head and the key was now settled on his sternum. Safely hidden beneath his shirt.
He felt awkward walking out with the device on and just his shirt, but Cindy had padded into the room to just 'take a look'. She glanced over at him and the two of them laughed at his expense, but it was a genuine moment and he couldn't help but drag her into a gentle kiss before she tentatively touched the plastic tip.
His cock made a half-hearted twitch, and he felt his first pang of discomfort at being in the cage. He hoped this was safe and wasn't made from Chinese plastic that had a bunch of chemicals in it that would give him cancer or some shit. Cause glancing down at it, that's what it felt like.
"It looks... weird babe, not going to lie. Are you sure there aren't any health issues with it? Like ED or whatever?" She asked with concern. He shook his head. "Only if you go for a really long time and don't clean. There are dudes online who say they go for months at a time and love it... but I'm pretty sure they're lying through their asses," He stated and both of them shook their heads at the statement.
After that, it was... back to normal again, just with a plastic toy on his cock. Mornings weren't bad. He had to wake up at 4:30 every day for his construction job, so he was exhausted and didn't even notice if he had morning wood straining against the cage or not.
He downed his Redbull and Tylenol, grabbed his shit, and went to work. Worked like a dog, came home tired, showered, made sure his cage was clean and maintained, then crashed for his nap until dinner.
Cindy never asked about his cage, never asked if he was still wearing it. They talked about other things before finishing dinner than cuddling on the couch and falling to sleep watching a movie.
Then finally the weekend was on them. That Saturday morning he woke up after sleeping in late and he finally got to 'feel' the cage and its effects on him. It had only been three days and yet he felt...swollen, his balls felt full and he had this... sexual energy to him he could not deny made him feel good. Like a real alpha male.
Immediately, he turned over to his wife sleeping beside him. She was strewn amongst the blankets in her usual attire, pajama pants and an old T-shirt, her hair in a messy bun. She even snored slightly, her delicate soft pink lips partially parted, and he felt ravenous to kiss them.
So he did gentle soft pecks before he moved to the sides of her face and cheeks, then to her neck. Peppering his lovely wife with as many kisses as he could until he got her to slip into consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, chocolate-brown lashes framing her sage-green eyes. She was so beautiful; he didn't care if her shirt was faded or that her pants were Tweetie-Bird. She just looked... exquisite. His heart beat harder in his chest as he felt so much love and adoration for her swell. She had this aura to her that his restrained body begged for thirsted for, craved.
He kissed her fully, their lips moving in tandem against one another before he slid his tongue into her mouth. She moaned in appreciation, a thrill settling across her face as she smiled up at him before she strung her hands over his shoulders and through his shaved hair. He always liked to wear his hair as short as he could go without being bald, just safer on the job, and it fit his face better.
He moved from her mouth, sliding down to nibble on her earlobe, eliciting a soft giggle from her as she carefully worked her way out of her shirt. He immediately rose ‌unto his knees, framing her with his body as he gently put her hands aside and did it himself. With ease, he pulled her clothing off. Her T-shirt went flying behind his shoulder as he shoved her Tweetie-Bird fleece pants to the side of the bed.
Immediately, he leaned down and kissed her, lingering over the top of her. Her legs parted to accept him in.
