This blog/journal will track my path as my wife and I explore chastity and submission in our relationship. A bit of background on us: We are both around thirty years old and have been married just over four years. I have always been very submissive, which she enjoys, but she is pretty vanilla, so she has been reluctant to take the reigns.
We have done some light bondage and tease/denial in the past, but not a ton, and she always seemed to leave it up to me to top from the bottom. Basically she let me live out my fantasies through her, as long as I was calling the shots. I was just happy that she would oblige me, and didn’t think I was too strange for wanting to do the things I wanted, and tried not to push too far or hard with her.
Things changed recently for us after my wife took a trip to visit family with our young son. She had given me a list of chores/projects to do while she was gone. The idea was that I should be more productive since I didn’t have a toddler running around to keep me from working. I failed her in that while she was gone I drank, watched movies, and didn’t get even half of the list done. I knew that I was failing her but couldn’t seem to get myself motivated and off my lazy ass… I had been thinking about buying a chastity device for a long time, but hadn’t even talked to my wife about it, and had no idea if she would even be okay with the idea of chastity. I took a risk and ordered a cb6000s from Kept for Her. On a side note, the people at KFH are extremely helpful and nice people. I would highly recommend them to anybody.
The night my wife returned we were cuddling on the couch and she told me how disappointed she was in me, and that I let her down. I could tell she was not just complaining, but that I genuinely hurt her. That crushed me. I told her I had a way that she could control me and I would do everything I could to be a better husband to her, if she was interested. She said she was. So I told her about the cage I bought, and how I thought it would help. I reminded her of how devoted I usually was after not coming for a few days, and told her that she could have absolute control over when I was able to come. She was intrigued, but initially very hesitant. She was concerned that it would be uncomfortable, dirty, and most of all, that it would somehow make me impotent. We discussed it quite a bit, and came to the following agreement:
During the first week or two I could ask her to unlock me at any time to adjust the rings and spacers, and to get used to wearing it. The first week she would unlock me in the morning before work, and lock me up again after. Before I would be allowed to come I would have to complete all of the jobs I failed to do while she was gone, in addition to anything else she commanded. I was also given a spanking each night and teased several times mercilessly. I was also told that I would have to swallow my cum once for each job I did not complete. This means that for the next 5 orgasms I have she gets to collect it in a shot glass and feed it to me. I am not allowed to swallow it until she tells me to. I am also responsible for doing the dishes daily and cleaning the kitchen, letting the dogs out at might and locking the house, making sure all the clothes are picked up and in the hamper, as well as anything else she commands.
When I feel like I deserve to be able to come I have to put in a butt plug before I can ask if she will allow me to have an orgasm. When I am released from the cage for teasing I am to have my hands tied up so that I can not touch myself and can’t come without permission. It took me a full week to complete all the jobs required to come. That night I put in my plug, which felt incredibly weird considering I had the cage on still, and asked her if I could come. We went into the bedroom where she tied my hands to the headboard before removing my cage. She asked me why she should let me come. I pleaded my case as she started to tease me. It didn’t take long before I was on the edge, and seriously started begging her to let me come. As she was teasing me she said she hadn’t made up her mind yet. After about 15 minutes of constant edging I was blabbering and begging for release. She ordered me to stop whining and sounding pathetic, which got me to shut my mouth. Right when I thought she was going to let me come she stopped, rolled over and said… Goodnight!
I almost started crying!!! After a few seconds she laughed and started teasing me again. After about 25-30 minutes of mind-bending torture she finally gave me permission to blow my load. I thought I was never going to stop coming, but in the back of my head knew all that come was going to be fed right back to me, which I can’t stand…
She had me sit up and told me not to spill a single drop as she started to pour it into my mouth. I gagged a little bit and she burst out in laughter. She reminded me not to swallow until told to do so She then had me swish the salty mess around in my mouth. Apparently I didn’t do it vigorously enough the first time because she had me do it again… harder. After laughing a bit more she commanded me to swallow. I choked it all down and just when I thought it was over she said there was a little left in the bottom of the shot glass. She poured the rest in my mouth and had me swallow it right away. Then it was right back into the cage. That was last Saturday, July 11.
I have been locked up since then, and have no idea when I will be released again. My wife is again out of town, and once again left me with a chore list. I won’t let her down again! So here I am, sitting on the couch typing this out as I am locked my by my CB6KS, wishing she were here right now. I hope you found my story entertaining so far, and I will update you as it continues. We have agreed to try chastity for 2 months to see how she likes it, and will continue from there if she chooses.