We’re in our mid-30s and have been married for ten years. I’ve always had a fetish for this topic, as well as female domination in general. There’s something about enforced chastity that just seems like the sexiest thing to me. Our relationship has evolved over time. Before now, the longest period I ever stayed locked up was around three weeks. Even then, it felt like I almost had to dare her to keep me through it. On those previous occasions, I could’ve easily “sneaked one in” many times. So, while it was a turn-on for sure, I always managed to manipulate the situation to get out of it, even if just by complaining a little bit. It felt like I had to use reverse psychology to make her keep me locked up because she didn’t seem fully committed; it wasn’t “real”.
It has been a few years since we last played around with this dynamic back then. She would tease me for a day on the weekend, letting me orgasm before the weekend ended. That was our standard sex life during weekends when we actually did anything together.
Several months ago, we started trying for kids. The first month it felt very vanilla: we tried when she was fertile and barely made an effort when she wasn’t, while I just took care of myself. Then it hit me that maybe it would be more fun if she put in the effort to deny me until her time of the month rolled around again. We gave that a try, found it definitely more interesting, and decided to make it our new routine. She now has incentive to take it more seriously, which keeps me interested when it’s time to try for baby number two midway through the next cycle. About halfway through that following month, we realized we had some vacations coming up. It seemed sensible to hold off on trying for kids for about three months so we could drink and enjoy our trips. No big deal, or at least I thought so back then. I kind of figured we’d set this chastity stuff aside until it was time to try again.
It didn’t happen. Not only did she want to keep going, but every trick in the book that I used to pull to get out of it is no longer working. The most startling thing for me is that in the past, this wasn’t natural for her; she’d get excited on occasion, but not more than usual. Now, though, she’ll unlock me just to tease me. She slides her pussy all over and around my dick without letting it inside, getting wetter than I’ve ever seen her—dripping almost. The first time that happened, it blew my mind that she was genuinely turned on. She even fucks me once in a while being very careful not to let me orgasm. Every single time though, no matter how much I beg or complain, the cage goes back on. I’m allowed out for work, but when I come home, she’s all over me and makes me put it back on (NOTE: To avoid confusion based on initial responses to my post, this is 100% consensual. She commands me to put the device back on, and I comply). Given her intensity and the fact that she would kick my ass if I tried otherwise, I don’t care enough to try sneaking one in when out of the house, but it’s really starting to ache now.
I think I can truly say at this point, it has kind of gone too far. It’s hot as hell and as intense as anything I’ve ever experienced sexually. At the same time, though, it’s maddening. Like I seriously get fired up when she isn’t paying attention to me, but when she does pay attention, it just makes it worse. I’m more moody, craving sex all the time, which she exploits. I went on one trip with her to a warm climate and saw girls in bikinis everywhere. I’ve been to a strip club. She chains me to the bed and makes me watch porn. She gets off using her dildo right in my face and then sits on it. I haven’t had a single orgasm, and the pressure builds and builds. She gets wetter and wetter as she tells me that I’m going to be locked up for a long time.
Bottom line: I WANT OUT, but CAN’T GET OUT! (Clarification: This is only how I feel during intense moments of interaction and denial. I would take an orgasm in those specific moments if I could, but once the moment passes, I’m either back in chastity or at least in a place where it’s 100% clear I shouldn’t do anything about my urges.) I’ve asked for a bitch in the bedroom for years, and now I have one. Careful what you wish for, I guess? Has anybody been in a situation where they wanted it to end but just couldn’t make it happen? I feel like I’m going insane, and every time I lash out at her about it, she uses it as an excuse to add more time to my sentence. My feelings are so mixed. It’s so hot, but I just want to come so freakin’ bad, and I can’t even think straight at work anymore. The feeling of blue balls won’t go away, and the thought of what is happening enters my mind at the worst times occasionally. It’s a legitimate distraction. I’m about a month in now, which is as long as I’ve ever gone.
Has anybody experienced anything similar? How do you cope? I fear this could continue on for quite a while.