I’m kicking off this thread as my first two weeks in this new lifestyle come to a close. For anyone reading, please excuse the writing style—I’m hardly an author! If you’ve seen my Facebook posts, you know I tend toward one-liners; when I do manage coherent thoughts, they often trail off with ellipses…
Let me give some background on us. We’re a fairly happy couple who have been together for 23 years and are sexually active overall. With four kids (teens and young adults) still living at home, our intimacy ranges from several times a week to nothing for over a month, depending on life’s demands. My wife is mostly vanilla but enjoys some kink and toys. We’ve experimented with bondage for over 20 years without getting too wild—sticking mainly to plastic wrap, belts, arm binders, one spreader bar, maybe a plug or dildo. I suspect she does it more to humor me than because she craves it, though when asked, she admits she likes it. We switch roles… but very rarely!
I’ve never been able to watch full porn movies; after five minutes, either I’m laughing or falling asleep, and so is she. It’s just not our thing. However, a few years ago I started looking at BDSM images more for inspiration on how to tie her up or use her favorite sex swing than anything else. Then I discovered a new hobby: MASTURBATION! Still browsing the internet for ideas, I realized it was easier to masturbate daily than deal with foreplay, intercourse, and cleanup. This definitely improved our sex life somewhat. It desensitized me enough that I could last over two hours during her time until my orgasm triggered via mental imagery or toys—or because she got tired and found a trigger like choking me—leading to the usual roll-over-and-sleep routine.
Things started getting out of hand when I reached the point where I had to masturbate nearly every morning. She isn’t exactly a morning person, so our sex became more routine. I stay awake until she goes to bed; usually lying on her side with her back to me, I reach over to fondle her breasts, work my way down with one or two fingers (maybe one in the bum), and eventually she mounts us. She has several orgasms, triggers mine, we roll over, and…
Our typical discussion about our sex life follows a textbook pattern: “Am I not enough for you?” she’ll ask. I explain that I need more kink; she tries to say she needs more hands-on intimacy, etc. Then comes the complaint, “You’re not hearing me,” and the argument begins… yet we remain happier and more sexually active than most couples we know.
So what happened?
Halloween 2015 found us home alone for the first time in a while. No kids to trick-or-treat, no parties we wanted to attend—just sitting on the couch watching TV, expecting another typical night.
I teased her slightly: “Sure you don’t want to go out?” After a moment, I added that I was going to put my costume on and maybe she’d get into the mood. Leaving her on the couch, I went to the bedroom and locked myself in one of those steel cages I’d bought from the local toy store. It wasn’t strictly for long-term male chastity but more for the idea it might add some spice to our bedroom life.
I called out to her. Too lazy to come into the bedroom, she just shouted back that I should come down there instead. Reluctantly, I appeared in our empty living room. To my surprise, she raised an eyebrow, giggled, and stated (rather than questioned) “You’re going out like that?”
Her next question was what made me do it. I replied that this is how it feels to be me while waiting for her to initiate sex. Maybe… perhaps not the best choice of words…
Clearly my humor didn’t land well enough. This led to a short discussion about whether if I did certain things more often, she might pay me more attention. Of course, as always, it ended with what “I” fail to do for her. Nevertheless, I was determined not to fight; I really wanted this to work and turn her on. The fear that I had failed lingered in the back of my mind.
After sitting and talking for a while with the lock dangling open, she suddenly reached over and clicked it shut. My response: “I was about to take this off—what are you doing?” Her reply: “Oh no, it’s staying on.” I was suddenly aroused… painfully so! She found this amusing enough. After a couple hours of teasing, we headed to the bedroom. For the first time in 23 years, I spent the evening pleasuring her without any intercourse from me. The sensations—throbbing, discomfort—all felt new and pleasing yet painful simultaneously.
After a few hours, I asked if she wasn’t going to take it off. “No…” came the swift, strict answer.
We eventually faded into sleep after some spooning and discussions about what was running through my mind as I adjusted to the device.
I woke up suddenly around 2:30 AM with an intense burning pain in my scrotum. My sack had swollen so much it felt like fire, ready to burst. I got out of bed, tried urinating, then sat on our bedroom couch watching TV for hours trying to find a comfortable position. I just couldn’t take it anymore. Fortunately, she’d left the key on her nightstand. Release! The pain subsided, and I returned to bed around 6 AM for a short nap before we needed to get up.
My wife and I woke at about 8 AM; we had to prepare to attend a charity motorcycle ride that morning. She immediately glanced over to see if the device was still attached and asked where it went? I gave her a rundown of the night’s pain and suffering, looking for sympathy. Instead, I received an unexpected response: “It’s going back on,” she said. In turn, I explained there was no way I could ride several hours on a motorcycle that day with that device on—just not happening.
“Then we’re going to have to find another one that fits better,” was her surprising answer. Again, I felt aroused, surprised, even shocked.
Throughout the morning as we got ready, I couldn’t stop talking about what went through my mind while wearing it, asking for her thoughts. I was astounded by her reactions. Of course once on the bike we couldn’t converse easily like in a car; at our destination, I remarked that the soreness was still lingering. Her comment? “It should have stayed on.” Is this really the same submissive vanilla woman I married 23 years ago?
She further informed me, “We’ll stop on the way home to find something that fits better.” Again, I felt fully aroused by her newfound interest in my member. I was different too; I couldn’t take my eyes off all day long. My hands were everywhere touching her, yet I remained free, noticing other biker chicks around us in provocative attire but feeling no real interest—fully infatuated with my wife again as if we’d just met.
Finally, the event ended. Friends asked us to ride the two hours back home in groups with them; we carefully made excuses why we needed to set off on our own, alone.
A quick Google search revealed a toy store just 15 minutes away, so we headed straight there.
I’m sure the lone girl working in that store had seen fully leather-clad biker couples arriving on motorcycles before…
Disappointment would be an understatement as we realized this store carried absolutely everything except chastity products! Back to the bike and another Google search. Bingo—another store about 45 minutes away, on our way home but closing in just 50 minutes! Well, we made it there in about 35 minutes; either Google was wrong or my throttle hand was a bit heavy that day.
Not quite sure what we were even looking for, we finally found a small section with several different products. A male store clerk approached and asked if we needed help. “No,” I responded, but was quickly overruled by my typically quiet and submissive wife who blurted out…”CB-6000?”
The clerk pointed to a couple choices, gave a brief description of each, and ended with “Is there anything else I can do for you?” To which I replied…NO, Thanks—you’ve done more than enough!
Why is my wife so well-informed on
“male chastity devices? Why is she so suddenly assertive with a store clerk, in a toy store of all places? What the hell have I just done runs through my mind as I pay the eerily smiling clerk. After a long ride, a brief stop for dinner, we’re finally home, no kids back yet, wow. Hoping to have some long conversations about the things that have crept into my mind all day long before going any further with this experiment I’m cut short and told to get busy fitting the device. Dutifully, I head to the bedroom/bathroom, read the instructions, start the fitting, and eventually emerge in the living room with the device all but locked. She makes a brief inspection of the package and quickly clicks the lock closed with a giggle, demanding the keys. My only question…“when is it coming off?” to which her reply is when I say! Again…what have I done, is the only thing running through my mind! Instantly aroused by her demeanor, I begin adjusting to the new feelings, pressure, discomforts, and conveying the effects the best I can with words, I also begin asking questions that should have been addressed before I ever let her click the lock closed. To my dismay, the limited responses from her such as, when I feel like it, we’ll see, should have thought about that before you put it on, or no response at all was leaving me very aroused and a bit frightened all at the same time…what have I done? After a few hours of teasing, talking, well me anyways…we eventually made it to bed. The discomfort is now quite intense, I’m doing my best to ignore but slipping away to the loosing side. I continue to tease and pleasure her finally, the key is in the lock! The only comment I hear from her is…“it goes back on in the morning”! Painfully, the device is removed, instantly my erection begins to fade, “oh my gosh” runs through my mind. I have NEVER failed to perform, what is happening! I can feel her disappointment in her body language and sighs, despite our best efforts to no avail, I’m limp! She rolls over, rummages through her extensive toy collection, produces a dildo and I help her reach climax. As we relax, her only comment…“if this happens again, this little experiment is over”. Typically, this is where we each fade off to sleep. Not tonight, I’m frustrated, shocked, disappointed in my self, and confused, trying to gauge her unique reactions throughout the day. Millions of thought running through my head, suddenly 20 or so minutes latter I’m fully erect again. I mention to her, playfully, that I’m ready to go again to which I get no response. Disappointed again I drift off to sleep. Morning arrives, I as typical am the first up, with my typical morning wood this is where I would make coffee, check my email, facebook, then off to some porn for a morning release. Not today! I’m frantically trying to process what happened over the last 36 hours, researching blogs and sites for some answers to my issues, eventually she is up, kids are up, I need to get to work. As I begin getting ready, I’m reminded by her, “don’t forget to put your cage back on…” Oh my gosh…what have I done! I love this woman, whoever she is!”