Birdlocked discussion

So, my birdlocked hygiene troubles are behind me… My wife and I hired a babysitter on Friday night and went out to see a burlesque show with my drummer and his girlfriend. My wife locked me into the birdlock we’ve been trying to use over the past year, despite some technical glitches. But it was a pleasant evening. The crowd was dense, and we were right in the thick of it, fairly close to the stage. I used my strength to push through to the front for the rest of our party to follow. My wife is short, so she wanted an unobstructed view of the girls writhing on stage. When the performance started, the crowd pressed closer toward the action, and all of us gawkers huddled together tightly. The show was quite stimulating, as my wife was moving her hips while grinding them into my helplessly caged cock. I kept my hands on her waist, watching the dancers strip each other to the music. After having some drinks, we said goodbye to my drummer and his girlfriend and headed home. I got the pleasure of servicing her with mouth, hands, and her favorite thick dildo. Naturally, no release was permitted. By Sunday, as is necessary with birdlocks, it was time to take mine off for a shower and leave it open so the skin could dry out, at least until after The Walking Dead aired, when it would normally go back on. But… She lost the key. We looked everywhere. Probably she dropped it while we were out Friday night. I snipped the birdlock off with scissors. It was a bit of junk anyway, and not suitable for the long-term celebration of female supremacy that I look forward to enjoying once our custom-made jailbird from mature metal arrives. Until then, I’m just a regular unlocked guy. I hate having a free penis and being able to beat off at will now that I’ve glimpsed the blissfulness of letting my wife control me in every way. This has been a female-led relationship since we started dating 8 years ago. But male chastity was the final detail that makes it work perfectly, and commercial devices aren’t capable of delivering what we need. Ho hum… I am growing impatient.