several months ago my wife told me she’d lost interest in the chastity lifestyle. She wasn’t fond of it and was growing tired of it. As time passed, our relationship had its ups and downs. Recently I felt a strong urge to wear my cage again. I put mine on and kept it hidden from her for a couple of days before letting on. It felt wonderful to have the device back in place. My wife did pick up on some shifts in how I acted and brought it up more than once. One evening, while we were lounging on the sofa with her feet resting on my thighs, she seemed curious, testing whether I was still wearing it. I wasn’t sure if she had figured it out or not. Later that night in bed, she asked me if there was a key for her to hold onto. I said no and told her not to worry about it too much. She insisted on having the key and gave me a kiss. So I stayed locked for roughly 7 days (while she had her period). When she finally took off my lock we went at it, and she didn’t bring up the cage again afterward. I was left wondering if she’d just let things return to normal or if this would rekindle some interest in me going back into chastity. A few days passed, and maybe because my mood wasn’t as cheerful as usual, she approached me quietly and said, “I can hardly believe you’re choosing to live inside your cage so I won’t have to put up with you.” I replied that it was no such thing (hoping for her belief). She pondered the idea.
Last night though, she declared I needed to be locked nearly constantly. She kissed me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders saying she wanted a submissive little helper during the holiday season. I told her yes, absolutely. We debated whether I should get some release before being put away or if it was better for both of us to wait until after. In the end we decided that locking up without satisfaction first made more sense. It was entirely hers to decide as I lay there rubbing her and kissing her neck. She eventually let me go but said this arrangement suited her needs far better than mine. Her passion seemed heightened, much stronger than usual; normally she loves sex intensely but pays less attention to the act of loving me. Last night however she wouldn’t stop peppering my face with kisses while we made love! Wrapping herself tightly against every part of me that touched hers was beautiful beyond words—I felt overwhelmed by her beauty and attentiveness. Our orgasms were powerful, mutual peaks together—and only then did she tell me to get back into the cage again. She’d already fallen asleep when I returned home after locking myself up once more; kissing and caressing her sleeping form filled my heart with gratitude.
Now comes nervousness because this is new territory: never before has she said something like “you must stay locked all the time.” Usually, whenever possible, she prefers me free outside. My record longest stint in total confinement was just ten days—but now I think she realizes how much joy it brings her seeing me caged.
Also worth noting, she’s grown very fond of that 9-inch black cock toy which I purchased for her recently—it stretches open her body so wonderfully; even calls him Jamaal sometimes when begging playfully. Damn but don’t I adore my wife!