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.
