longing4it A Promising Start

My wife and I were chatting yesterday afternoon, and for some reason she spontaneously complained that I’d not yet taken her to Italy. She knows that I want to take her, but she teaches, and that leaves only the Summer. Have you been to Rome in August? After reminding her of this, she told me, “Get your cage!” While I’ve been wanking away reading erotic stories about male chastity and female dominance for a while now, I was anxious about sharing this with my wife. In general, our sex life had been fairly dull, and much too infrequent. I have erectile dysfunction issues, and believe me, it took me a long time to get over that and learn to appreciate how many other ways there were for us to share intimacy besides slamming a piece of meat into her. A month ago I told her I’d bought a cock cage. She giggled, and teased me a little, and then went about her business. I was relieved that the “cat was out of the bag”, as it were, but was very careful not to press. I hoped that she’d desensitize to the idea. I played down the BDSM aspects, emphasizing that this was just role playing. Since then, from time to time, she’d jokingly remark about my needing to be caged, and once had me put it on and show her. On another occasion, I put the cage on, and secreted the key in her handbag. After she’ left for work, I texted her what I’d done. When she came home she then teased me by leaving it on for a couple of hours. She’d ask if I wanted to be release from the cage, and I would tell her it was about what she wanted. Nevertheless, she hadn’t taken the initiative to instigate a “session”, until yesterday, that is. I was stunned for a second, then almost leapt out of my chair in my haste to retrieve the cage. She asked me where I’d put it, saying that she hadn’t seen it in the pouch I keep my toys. Had she actually been looking for it earlier? Did she instigate the Italy talk to set me up? I eagerly retrieved the cage. I’d bought an inexpensive bird cage design to see how it would feel (I have a Mature Metal JailBird on order.) She told me to strip, and started to put the base ring on. While she had only a vague idea how to put it on, I was enjoying the experience, and she commented on how trusting I was with her handling my family jewels. Eventually I suggested that I take over, and she watched intently as I started pulling scrotal skin and tissue through the rather small ring, and stepped back as first one, and then the other testicle, mushroomed through the ring. I jumped a little with my second ball, but this only added to her interest. In short order I’d pushed and pulled my penis through, leaving her the cage to fit on me. It took her some time to get the holding pins in place, but her perseverance paid off. After securing the lock, She mused upon what would happen if the keys were lost. I told her she might want to hide one in a safe place. I’ll be damned if She then didn’t promptly do so. Then She told me to get dressed, and left the room. A few minutes later She returned and had me look at her. She wanted to know why I had given her a vibrator on Valentines Day, when I should have given her the keys to the cage. Then She told me that I’d be locked up again on Thursday of this week before She left for a conference in San Diego. She’ll be home on Sunday.