Before I got into chastity, my wife and I were trying to strengthen our bond. Our sex life had turned routine, and I was ending up with a hand job almost daily—a big issue for both of us. One solution we tried was her donning a long cotton nightgown that stayed on except during intercourse.
Now that I’m locked in my chastity cage, she’s kept the gown going. This adds to her control over when and how we connect through teasing and denial; since the dress only lifts for sex, I miss out on seeing or touching her private parts most of the time. It heightens the frustration because even during playtime, there are strict no go zones for my hands.
It effectively doubles the denial aspect.