Betterthansmith A Final Farewell

About three years ago around this time of year, I casually brought up the idea of a chastity cage to my wife. She didn’t faint or run away; she just mumbled something like ‘oh ok, if you want…’ Our life is fairly standard. We are in our early 40s with three children. While she is content with vanilla sex and routine, I have spent the last decade battling an urge for more—feeling that there must be a deeper satisfaction than this everyday normality… Just over three years back, my wife caught me masturbating in the shower. She knew it was happening generally, but seeing it happen surprised her. One of my reasons for introducing the chastity cage was to help curb that habit; she understood but suggested I shouldn’t need a device to stop myself—I could simply choose not to do it. The cage arrived. She was interested but only slightly concerned. She worried it wasn’t right or natural, that it must be painful, and so on. I tried to reassure her, though she remained uncertain. Usually, I initiated the locking periods with questions like ‘how are you going to stop me from doing X, Y, or Z?’ I ordered a JailBird, then bought another when the fit wasn’t quite perfect. Every couple of months, after I annoyed her sufficiently, she would lock me up. The longest stretch was three weeks, and occasionally there were small signs that she actually enjoyed having this control over me. The first time I helped her reach an orgasm while locked up, she asked ‘and what about you?’ I replied ‘you’ll have to unlock me,’ and she nervously said ‘I don’t think so; I’m going to sleep.’ She was surprised when I thanked her and kissed her goodnight. She seemed content (as did I), but she still didn’t quite grasp it. As always happens, the next day felt like nothing had changed. We used a strap-on over the cage several times, which was wonderful. She experimented with different toys both alone and while wearing me to achieve an orgasm. She even started texting me from work when she came at home. All these great fantasies. But they were mostly my ideas. Yes, she enjoyed herself, but everything stemmed from my suggestions one way or another. Her frequency increased from 1-2 orgasms a month to 4-5, which was fine for her, though it wasn’t something she felt strongly about locking me up for. She likes watching me masturbate and cum on her chest while she plays with herself, so why should she lock me? (Yes, I explained the options, but they didn’t quite land.) A couple of months ago, I sold my last JailBird. There is no chastity cage sitting unused in the cupboard anymore. Keeping it there felt like having money burning a hole in my pocket, so I got rid of it. I can stop asking those leading questions and avoid being disappointed when the answer isn’t what I hoped for. It makes me sad. I miss it—there were some incredibly frustrating yet fun times. When I told her the cage was gone, she was almost emotionless; not bothered either way. We are back to ‘normal.’ Birthdays, Valentines Day, and mid-cycle vanilla routine return. She tells me I should be happy because ‘other couples don’t do it as often as us’… So that is my story. My first and last journal post here. I never kept a diary on this site—I suppose deep down I wasn’t convinced the experience would last. I didn’t want to be one of those people who claim everything is awesome for six months before disappearing. So why write it? To say thanks for having my questions answered when I was an excited beginner, and perhaps to hold onto the idea a little longer. If you are trying it, good luck; if you are in it, I realize how lucky you are.