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Well, it’s time to try to tell the story. The journey started a little less than two years ago. We’d been married for 7 years and had a great relationship. It wasn’t the first time down the aisle for either of us but that was one of the few similarities in our background. She’d married her first love and I was about as wild as can be. He’d treated her poorly and was a terrible partner…even told her she was frigid. When we met, it was as close to ‘love at first sight’ as you can get. I was almost 50 and she was closing in on 40 so it wasn’t like we were teenagers. We married and settled down to raising the kids together. One of the guilty pleasures about seconds is the ability to ‘time share’ the kids with their other parents. It left us 10 to 12 days every month to ourselves. I introduced her to lots of fun things like vibrators, oral and other fundamental things that to her was a brand new world and it was clear that she was far from frigid. Years passed and she became more comfortable with herself and I fell deeper and deeper. She’s a very beautiful women (yes that’s actually her in the avatar) though, oddly enough like many beautiful women, she doesn’t see herself this way. She discovered she liked being submissive and we had fun with that. For awhile, she loved sleeping in handcuffs and being used for my pleasure. We did the role playing thing and it was great. She gradually became less inclined to be submissive over time. Meahwhile, I’d developed a severe foot fetish. Not feet in general, which I normally think are pretty gross, but hers in particular drove me crazy. It doesn’t help that she is one of those women who loves wearing heels and boots and is quite graceful in them. I always feel bad for women who don’t have this affinity and only wear them for their mates, complain all the time and walk like gorillas… This lead to a period of 6 months or so where we’d take baths together and I’d rub her feet and then started licking them. She loved it and her eyes would roll into her head. This of course led to kissing her feet while she was wearing heels which I really loved. One day, we were in bed and I’d just made her come. When she finnishes, she ususally is so sensitive that she doesn’t want any more stimulation. I was still rock hard and started stroking myself, eventually coming on her feet. She got a funny look in her eye and said ‘you’d better clean that up’. I started to get a towel and she said ‘I didn’t say to leave…lick them till their clean. I was like a bomb going off in my head. It’s funny that I can’t remember when the idea of chastity occured. It was definately my idea as was all new adventures. I’ve always been the one to introduce new things to our relationship and it’s always the same journey. It goes from ‘that’s gross’ or ‘why would you want that’ to go get my vibrator, tease my clit for awhile. Now slide it in and lick me until I come’. I brought up the idea of a cage and it met with way more resistance than usual. It came close to triggering a rare fight but stopped short. I let it drop and was surprised when a week later, she apologized and said if it was really something that I wanted to try, then it was okay. I shopped on ebay for awhile and decided on a soft plastic affair as for some reason I assumed that would be more comfortable. It arrived a week later and I went through the ritual all of the newbies go through. “How do I get this fucking thing on? Ouch it rubs. Is everyone at the office looking through my pants?“k etc etc. She was really tentative about the whole thing at first, not really wanting to look at it. I could tell she was really just trying to be a good sport. I did nearly everything wrong at first. Had a spare key in my wallet in case of a one in a million event where I’d have to take it off. I topped from the bottom (before I knew what that was) and would get pouty when things didn’t go my way. I was kind of an asshole with a hunk of plastic locked onto my dick. This is why I’m calling this ‘the value of patience’. I’m going to sign off for now but as a glimpse of what’s to come, I’m writing this with a steel cage on, no spare key, only ruined orgasms for the last 7 weeks. She’s planning a trip to Ireland in May and I may not get to come until she gets back. I don’t know for sure as it’s all entirely up to her. When I get time, I’ll go into more detail about how we got from here to there.