The whole thing began earlier in the week during intimacy; my wife mentioned she wanted to put me back into chastity. I fell asleep after we had sex and didn’t bring it up again for a couple of days.
Looking back at our first time locking me, I enjoyed it but I didn’t let her have full control, which kind of spoiled the experience for her. I was overly enthusiastic; you can try to excuse my actions, but instead of simply obeying, I claimed she controlled my locked penis while actually “suggesting” or dictating what should happen. She wasn’t happy about that, and I’ve apologized. Hopefully, she forgives me, as this next time will be different.
I had picked up on her hints regarding wanting to lock me again during our conversations on Wednesday. I offered her a massage and foot rub in the bath after work. When she arrived home, we chatted on the porch, and she stated clearly that she just wanted a bath and a massage before bed with no sex involved. I agreed but admitted I couldn’t guarantee my self-control unless I was secured.
She instructed me to prepare the bath and lock him up in her stainless steel cage (she adores jewelry and had ordered it for me recently). I replied, “Yes mistress,” and followed orders precisely. While we were talking on the porch, I also promised not to complain at all about being locked up this time; she holds the reins now. I fully intend to keep that promise and let her decide how and when I am allowed any release.
The bath was wonderful—she looked incredibly sexy naked, surrounded by bubbles. She relaxed with a glass of wine in peace. When she asked for another drink, I stood up right in front of her, catching the corner of my eye see a sly smile as she gazed at her cage secured on her cock.
Following the bath, I gave her a thorough massage using the oil we purchased from that sex toy shop during our first locking experience (a tale for another time). Even though sex was off the table, I loved touching her. Her back felt so smooth, and the lotion had such a delightful scent; it contained pheromones which drove me absolutely crazy.
During the massage, she told me to put on my boxers. Out of respect, I kept him inside my pants. It was difficult because I desperately wanted to rub my locked cock against her sexy backside, but she has all the authority here, and I need to wait for her instructions.
Having that control rest entirely with her is deeply satisfying yet challenging. I really want her to come home, strip off, and let me attend to her—using her vibrator on her, kissing her, massaging her back—and so forth. But it isn’t about my desires anymore; it’s about what she wants. If any of those things are desired by her, all she needs do is snap her fingers.
I am thrilled that I’m locked up again and hope to have the patience to let her flourish and accept this new power dynamic. Only time will tell.