On Saturday midday I told my wife how much I’d like to get into some erotic action soon. She gave a sweet reply saying it was quite possible. So, as we settled into a quiet Saturday evening with no other plans, my mind naturally drifted to that subject. She was just going about her business without much sexual energy around, and I felt the frustration creeping up.
Then came the first miracle. I made peace with the idea that sex probably wasn’t happening that night and realized it didn’t matter. I could have let resentment build, but I chose not to.
My wife has always been uneasy even trying out any form of BDSM, which has frustrated me deeply. The second miracle arrived on Sunday morning. No, it’s not the obvious answer, nor exactly what I hoped for. While we were cuddled in bed, I asked her again if she’d spank me, and once more she declined, explaining that she needed to be angry at me to want to hit me, but since she loved me, she didn’t feel like striking.
I was let down a bit but accepted it with another “That’s okay.” This time I meant it. We went on to enjoy ourselves wonderfully in bed; I remained locked in my cage while giving her two excellent orgasms, and as the excitement died down, I felt truly content.
This Monday morning, I woke up with hard morning wood trapped inside my chastity device. I lay spooned against her backside, stroking her smooth thigh, filled with love. She stirred and murmured, “I really want to sleep a bit more.” I kept stroking her and mentioned I wanted to chat. “Roll over onto your back,” she said, nudging me gently. As we lay there, she played with me while I spoke, her hands drifting from my balls up to my chest and then down to the cock encased in its cage.
I listed out for her what had happened above and explained how if impatience had taken charge, we wouldn’t have enjoyed those wonderful moments as much.
- If I’d let my impatiance grow Saturday night, it would have ruined the mood.
- If I’d been upset about missing the spanking I wanted, we might not have frolicked in bed together.
- If I hadn’t worn the cage and had an orgasm …well, that would have worked too, but then I wouldn’t be feeling so affectionate this morning.
“Who would have guessed my fetishy little chastity cage could make such a positive difference?” I asked rhetorically. “You’re right,” she said as she rolled over and drifted back to sleep.