Last week my wife and I had a great conversation about what turns me on sexually. Since our marriage, we’ve struggled to connect in that way. We do have sex and enjoy it, but it happens rarely—once a month is typical, maybe even stretching the truth sometimes. I really like bondage, and several of my interests are fetishes; however, I usually keep these hidden from her because I worry she’ll drift further away if we discuss them.
But for some reason, this week we both started opening up more. I told her why I appreciate being bound and having her take charge sexually. I had begun experimenting with chastity devices, sometimes knowing she was aware as I stayed at home while letting her top me from the bottom position. Other times I kept it private on my own. I even went so far as to tell her that if she gave me a blow job, I would be willing to swallow my own seed. She isn’t fond of receiving oral sex and swallowing can upset her stomach, so I suggested that if she is okay with sucking me off, I wouldn’t mind kissing her afterward and letting her get rid of the cum naturally in that way.
I also mentioned a dream she had ages ago about me wearing her lingerie. When I asked if it excited her, she said no; she thought she would just laugh uncontrollably if we tried it. I explained that there are two specific items of women’s clothing that pair perfectly with bondage and my preferences: really high heels and a corset. Most things I like about bondage work because they force me to act differently than usual. For instance, when wearing a posture collar, she can connect my wrists tightly to the collar while making me do chores (always my idea of topping from the bottom). This forces me to bend over closely for whatever task is at hand and increases how much I have to hunch just to reach things. A corset stops me from bending easily and restricts my breathing, which adds restriction, while high heels change my perspective by making me taller and altering my gait.
Anyway, it was wonderful to open up and for her to be receptive.
Then last week I put myself into a chastity device and handed the key over to her. After being locked for part of that period, I had some days off work and emailed her with two fantasies I wanted to experience during my time away. I made it clear she was in charge, but noted that if she didn’t unlock me until the final day, it would have been nine days since I last touched myself and over three weeks since we had sex or an orgasm.
We’ve done something like this before with chastity, but this time she seemed to understand that while I wanted to be locked up, I also desired her sexual pleasure without worrying about my own release. In the letter, I asked her to tie me up every night in bed.
So on the first night, I was spread-eagled and tied down, with all my cuffs secured. I had a sensory deprivation hood over my head as well as the chastity device. She held five keys total that controlled my freedom, meaning nothing could happen without her permission. Funny enough, our female friend got evacuated from her apartment due to a fire on this very night. At 4 AM, she rang our doorbell twice. I was tied to the bed with no escape route, had limited hearing and speech, and couldn’t see at all. I wasn’t sure if it was day or night or how long I’d been bound. When the bell rang again, my wife went to check on her friend. She let our guest in, and I only heard two women’s voices talking. This really got my mind racing because deep down, inside my fetish brain, I would love being tied up and displayed publicly. There is also a fantasy of my wife inviting friends over so she can show off the power she holds over me and humiliate me before her female companions.
Needless to say, when my wife returned to bed, I had many questions but couldn’t voice them. Eventually, I fell back asleep and dreamed about our friends seeing me naked, locked in chastity, and under my wife’s control. The next morning, she woke up partially on top of me and began using her dildo to satisfy herself sexually. This really turned me on because she knows it would; I want her to be very horny and enjoy plenty of pleasure while keeping my dick secured in its cage. As I tried to get hard inside the device, she went into a full-blown orgasm.
Afterward, she untied and unlocked everything except for my chastity, since our friend was still over and we wanted her to feel safe. So I wasn’t back in bondage until later that evening. Once home again, she had me naked with all four cuffs locked on plus the collar. Now I am controlled by six locks, which she holds the keys to. Most of the time I have full freedom around the house regarding movement, but I know at any moment she can easily tie and restrain me. My cock is locked up, so not only do I lack sex with her, I also cannot get hard much less touch it myself. Since we arrived home in the evening, it was essentially bedtime, so she tied me to the bed once more.
When she woke up the next day, she was horny again and had me eat her out before finishing off using her dildo a second time. My wife rarely gets that hung over back-to-back like this. She said it felt nice being able just to get off without worrying about my pleasure getting in the way; it “freed” her up a bit. She could quickly climax and move on with her day.
The following day, she kept me in an arm binder for several hours and actually had lunch while bound, so I ate like a dog—which was quite arousing. We lounged around most of the day watching a movie before playing board games. Once again, I ended up tied to the bed this time inside a sleep sack.
On the last day later on, she unlocked my cage in the shower and started giving me a blow job. We moved it to the bed, but unfortunately, she decided not to let me go into her mouth that round (I had hoped she would try sharing my cum with me since we discussed it earlier, but her stomach was already sensitive). So we proceeded to actual sex instead. It felt amazing being inside her pussy after nearly two weeks without having my dick touched.
She is now more open to the idea of me wearing chastity when I wish and taking control, as well as helping tie me up if I desire it, even on days she isn’t particularly involved herself. If I need bondage, she will complete a tying that I start and let me stay bound until I’m ready.
Anyway, I was glad to open up more to my wife this time; her receptiveness has been much higher than before (previously when we discussed it, she wasn’t nearly as understanding).