I purchased my cage roughly eight months back and mentioned to my girlfriend that I wanted to give it a try. She liked seeing me wear it, but typically after about twelve hours of use by bedtime, she would get very aroused knowing I had been caged all day. Often, she’d ask me to remove it so she could help me reach climax. Of course, I enjoyed coming too, but I felt that frequent release undermined the purpose of wearing a cage.
This pattern continued for about three months. Most days were similar: I wore it until my gf wanted me to cum. The longest I ever kept it on was just over a day before she insisted on removal.
I bought her Georgia Ivey’s book on chastity, but only I ended up reading it.
After leaving the book and cage in my nightstand drawer for five months (typo: 5@5), I finally had to take the cage out last Saturday. I knew I couldn’t resist jerking off anymore. Before we started dating seriously, I used to masturbate quite a bit—sometimes twice a day—but once we got together, she gave me handjobs or blowjobs at least five days a week, so my need decreased. Fast forward four years: now we either play around or have sex about once every ten days. Lately, I’ve been sneaking off to jerk off in the shower, bathroom, or while she naps on weekends, meaning I’m likely masturbating three or four times a week. She dislikes knowing that I do it alone and considers it cheating unless she’s watching.
Back to last Saturday night: It had been about a week since our last sexual encounter, and I was extremely horny. At 1 AM, I got out of bed and headed to the spare room. I stripped naked on the floor and started rubbing myself. I was dripping heavily, browsing photos online of girls in thigh-highs, when I stumbled upon a video of a man pleasuring his partner while wearing a chastity cage. I asked myself, “What am I doing?”
I stopped touching myself, crept back into our dark bedroom where my gf was asleep, and retrieved the cage from the drawer. I rushed to the bathroom to reapply it. Then I returned to bed.
That night, I slept only two hours because of constant dripping like a leaky faucet and about nine attempts at getting an erection that failed due to discomfort. We woke up at 8 AM the next morning.