Hello all! It’s been a good while since I last posted and I wanted to share an update. My husband and I have been exploring Male Chastity since late last year, and we’re enjoying it even more now than when we began.
Hubby is comfortably locked in his Lori’s device, with me holding the only two keys. Over the past few months, he’s shown a clear preference for female chastity as well. So, I let him pick one out for me this Christmas. I figured I could use it to amp up his arousal even further.
I have to admit, I was quite turned on when I finally held it in my hands. It felt heavy and erotic. The rubber covering the shield seemed to invite me to press it against my body. We wrapped the waistband around my waist, and it was plenty snug. However, the shield sat a bit too low for optimal function. At first glance, I thought this might just be a decorative piece. But Hubby had prepared by removing some screws and adjusting the fit. After his tweaks, the device fitted much tighter than expected. It’s a unique sensation wearing one of these. I didn’t think it would stop me from touching my clit, but it is tight enough that I can barely reach my little toy, which drives me crazy. I can feel myself through the holes in the shield, and while it feels good, it only adds to the frustration. Fortunately, I hold the keys to this contraption unlike him.
Then he threw down a challenge… He found this idea online and wanted us to try it together.
We would play a game where we were both locked up, facing each other in chairs. Our ankles were tied to the chair legs, hands cuffed behind our backs. We were naked except for belts and my thigh-high boots. The handcuff keys were frozen inside ice cubes or suspended upside down from cups with holes poked through them, so they would drop out once melted, dangling within reach.
The rules were straightforward: when your ice cube melts, the weighted key drops. The first person to unlock their cuffs and untie themselves wins a full week of orgasms, however we choose.
It was a close race. We were both blowing on our ice cubes to speed up the melting, cold water spraying onto our naked skin, threads twisting as we reached for our keys hanging above us with our tongues. Stretching, bending, struggling. I love seeing my husband naked with that device locked on, though it wasn’t helping me right now. Adrenaline was pumping. We kept catching glances at each other’s progress, gauging whether success or defeat lay ahead.
Well, actually, I lost. I am stuck in this darn belt for an entire week while he gloats. The hypnosis he uses continues to work; it keeps him putting the device back on after every orgasm, but he can ask me to remove it anytime if he wants, and he is taking full advantage of his victory. He isn’t choosing sex right now, which I know is intentional so that little turkey doesn’t get any pleasure that way either. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted penetration this badly as I do right now. It’s a unique feeling; I truly want what I can’t have in this regard, and yet I desire to please him because I am turned on.
He might regret it next week when he realizes how horny I’m becoming from all of this and how he’ll return the favor tenfold.
More to come soon.