I’ve been lurking around here for a while and have recently started contributing more. I figured it was time to share my story. Obviously, this won’t fit into just one post, so I’ll start now and add updates as I find the time. The timeline might be out of order.
I’m a chronic masturbator. If left to myself, I beat off every day, whenever my little dick can get hard enough. Even with all my sexual quirks, I realized that constant jerking off was creating distance between me and my wife. Our sex life had pretty much disappeared.
Skipping ahead a bit: last October, I brought up the issue of my chronic masturbation to my wife. She admitted she knew what I was doing. In fact, she even confessed she was afraid to come downstairs to where I sit at the computer because she didn’t want to catch me jacking off again. I truly believe you can’t have a great marriage without an active sex life for the couple.
I had met another couple on a different forum site. No, I wasn’t trying to find someone else; I just took a survey there and got contacted by one of the women. She basically told me that my constant masturbation was ruining our marriage. Over the course of a week of emails, she explained how male chastity and wearing a cock cage could help revitalize things. Eventually, between an email from her husband and more detailed ones from her wife, I felt convinced enough to bring this idea home.
So I told K (I’ll call my wife K in this story) that we needed to talk. At first, she was shocked and quite upset. Why would I want to cage myself? Why should she have control? I don’t remember every detail, but it took several days of stress and tears for us to get past the initial reaction. Eventually, she agreed to give it a try, becoming Mistress K in the process.
It is now July, and I have been caged on and off since last October. The inexpensive hardware available online was tricky; my avatar wears a cage that is way too big for my little guy, allowing too much erection room. But we kept going with me wearing it. I just couldn’t bring myself to spend the money on what an MM-quality cage costs. We aren’t wealthy people, so it’s hard to justify.
Eventually, I asked if we could take a break from chastity for a while. My balls were achy, and wearing it constantly was difficult. So we stopped; that was back in February. I thought I had learned my lesson—that as long as I didn’t jack off, things would be fine. But that didn’t last. I’m weak by nature and somewhat of a sex addict, so soon I was back to beating off whenever I could.
We tried the cage again. I quickly begged to be let out because I just couldn’t handle it anymore. After a few more attempts at wearing it, it became obvious to both of us that chastity might be failing for me.
Fast forward to two weeks ago: we were trying the cage on me once more. Mistress K holds the key, but I did have an emergency key available. Honestly, I never used it to cheat the system, though I did use it a few times just to relieve pain caused by wearing it.
So I started searching again. My Google skills are weak; internet searches aren’t my strong suit. But eventually, I found a smaller-sized cage. It came in various lengths and ring sizes. From my bad experience with the larger one, I knew what size ring I needed and made an educated guess on the length.
I bought the Attica steel cage: 1.5-inch cage body and a 1.75-inch ring. With a small modification, it fits perfectly. All I did was squeeze that single ring of the cage into where my helmet part goes in, and it instantly fit like a glove. It’s super comfortable most of the time, and I haven’t been out since putting this one on last week.
We’ve had sex twice while it has been on. When I say “had sex,” I mean I am satisfying her needs because she hasn’t allowed me to take it off. My balls are achy from being teased. She gets all the orgasms she wants; I stay locked up.
Last night was no exception. I’m locked in the Attica and no longer have access to any key. I feel comfortable enough knowing that getting out requires her permission, so my Emergency Key is likely somewhere unknown right now.
I think Mistress K turned a corner as a mistress last night. She had one orgasm after another, leading me to believe she would let me out for some relief. Then she announced she forgot her key. I knew then that I was going to be left swollen, sore, and frustrated. I genuinely believe that by the time she had me begging to release while she stroked my balls as I whimpered, she was getting more turned on by my state of distress. Moments before this, she said she was done and couldn’t take any more play from her pussy. Now, as I whimper, she is lying spread-eagle and playing with her own pussy herself—something she hardly ever does. I reached over and inserted two fingers into her super creamy, wet pussy. I worked her clit and G-spot until she gushed everywhere. Then she patted my engorged package and said goodnight.
I texted her this morning asking if she would be naked and in bed when I get home from work tonight (my hours are roughly 2-10; hers are mornings, 6-2). I’m pretty sure she’ll be there, but I’m not optimistic that she will unlock me.
I’ll come back to this later when I have time. There is more to tell.
