On Saturday morning I told my wife that an erotic moment was something I really wanted soon. She answered sweetly, saying it certainly could happen. As we settled into a quiet night in with no plans to venture out, my mind naturally drifted to what you might expect. She was moving about without much sexual energy showing, and I felt the frustration building up inside me.
Then came the first miracle. I accepted that sex probably wasn’t going to happen that night and realized it didn’t matter. I could have chosen resentment, but I chose not to.
My wife has never been comfortable experimenting with any kind of BDSM, which disappointed me greatly. The second miracle happened on Sunday morning. It’s not exactly what you might think, or what I had hoped for. While we were cuddling in bed, I asked her again if she would spank me. Once more, the answer was no; she said she’d need to be angry at me to want to hit me, and since she loved me, she didn’t feel like hitting me.
I felt disappointed but accepted it, saying “That’s okay.” Then I repeated it with genuine feeling: “It’s okay.” We went on to enjoy a wonderful time in bed. I stayed locked in my cage while giving her two great orgasms, and as things calmed down afterward, I felt deeply satisfied.
This Monday morning, I woke up with hard morning wood inside my chastity cage. I spooned against her butt, stroking her smooth thigh, filled with loving thoughts. She woke up and said, “I really want to sleep more.”
I kept stroking her and mentioned that I wanted to chat.
“Roll over on your back,” she instructed, giving me a gentle nudge.
As we lay there, she played with me while I spoke, drifting her hands from my balls up to my chest and down to my caged cock.
I listed for her the events described above and explained how if impatience had been in charge, we wouldn’t have enjoyed those great times so much.
- If I had let my impatience build on Saturday night, it would have ruined the mood.
- If I had felt slighted by not getting the spanking I wanted, we might not have frolicked as freely in bed.
- If I hadn’t been caged and had an orgasm … well, that outcome would have been fine too, but then I wouldn’t have been so affectionate this morning.
“Who would have thought that my fetishy little chastity cage could have such a positive effect?” I asked rhetorically.
“You’re right,” she replied as she rolled over and went back to sleep.