After practicing through the weekend, I’ve now spent two full days in chastity. My only release was for inspection and cleaning during two brief, supervised intervals. I’m currently on my commuter train into London, feeling a mix of excitement and fear—excited that my KH has embraced this month-long ‘trial,’ but scared because I won’t be close to her throughout the workday…and without the key!
I have to admit, for such a chunk of metal it’s incredibly comfortable! I can feel my balls are slightly squished, yet my penis gives no sensation suggesting it is firmly behind bars.
A week ago, my KH and I had a long conversation about our relationship and sex—I think perhaps I was too honest. Anyway, four days ago I mentioned that I’d ordered a cock cage for myself and a “Guide to Keyholding” book for her. We ended the evening with a lovely hand job from her.
Then there were three private wanks laid next to her sleeping body overnight, one in the shower followed by three more at work—I know, deceitful and wrong, but testosterone ‘owned’ me!
So, when Friday evening arrived, we chatted again. I admitted that the whole cage conversation had sent me into overdrive, leading to all those times I’d ‘self-abused’. She was highly shocked and asked when the cage would arrive—I told her “tomorrow”. She smiled.
We had sex afterwards. She wanted me to come on my boobs, and I didn’t let her down—gallons of it after that freeing myself conversation. That was my NINTH orgasm in 24 hours, each one with more distance behind it than I’d experienced for years. NINE orgasms!!! …I’m 61 years old!!!!!
She realized the problem and I think is/was grateful that I’m so keen to keep all orgasms for her and am prepared to do something about it.
I’ve often said to her, “Those balls are working hard to produce Sperm just for you.” But until today, in truth, they have been callously discarded into tissues across the country.
But not anymore—the jiggles of the train remind me that I’m locked, but definitely not loaded!
My KH has done some reading and she’s grasped it well! All day yesterday there were suggestions we’d be having fun tonight.
I’d showered whilst caged; then she showered and shaved and arrived naked in the bedroom. She pretty much told me straight away that my mouth should be on her pussy—and then it was!
It was lovely, tasted good, and I relished the minutes tonguing her when my lungs were filled with pure pussy-flavored air. I love her!
Anyway, she had a mind-blowing orgasm and then we cuddled for a while. Then, rightly or wrongly, I asked if she was going to get the key—she smiled, “Not tonight darling. Maybe during the week if you’re good”. Good heavens!! I think I said “Why?” And she replied, “I think your Friday masturbation should see you through at least a few days.”
I felt gutted, yet somehow pleased that a) she’s ‘got’ it! and b) It would surely be more enjoyable the longer I have to wait? Yes? No? But I was genuinely disappointed.
It seemed ridiculously easy actually to turn out the light and go to sleep, which I did. She released me this morning to shower, unsupervised (no, I didn’t), and then the cage was replaced. Shirt suit and tie on—a ‘first day at school’ picture taken—and now I’m sitting on the train surrounded by people who would be amazed if they knew my secret.
The cage is comfortable, my KH sends me key emojis to remind me she controls my cock, balls, and orgasms—oh, and she’d like a key charm for her bracelet.
I hope this does the trick. My masturbation and enjoyment of porn had been way over the top in recent years. I’m so pleased I can now be open and honest and give my lady all of me—and I DO mean ALL.
Wish me luck in the office today!