I’m not really aiming to write erotica, just sharing how we’re moving forward and handling things:
To keep our dynamic fresh, we paused chastity play. She kept her dominance in the bedroom but stopped controlling my orgasms or access to my penis. However, she continued teasing me subtly by randomly groping me and expecting nothing less from me. More than once, while I was stepping out of the shower, she slid a finger up my butt crack, hinting that something larger would fit well there. Additionally, it became routine for her not to let me see her nude; at 62 inches tall, weighing 122 lbs with 34 C cups, this constituted significant denial.
Three weeks ago, she ramped up the intensity more than usual. There was plenty of nipple play but my cock was largely ignored. She enjoyed herself orally and then instructed me to clean up and shave because it was time for lock down. I felt thrilled yet shocked and frustrated simultaneously. Her taking such control is a huge turn-on, and knowing that this frustration will eventually lead to an incredible orgasm (at least within our specific chastity dynamic where she loves me deeply) makes the confinement easier.
Previously, we usually did periods of one to two weeks at a time, but we’ve now passed the 30-day mark twice. This past Saturday, she granted permission for me to clean and shave my area. I let out an audible groan in the shower while washing my dick, which made her laugh when she heard it. After toweling off, she showed no interest in sex and simply handed back the cock cage so I could continue my morning locked up. An hour later, she pulled me into the bedroom for more pleasure on her part, but sent me right back to the cage without a release.
Sunday began much like Saturday. After a few minutes of sex—mostly just holding still in the correct position so she had full access—I reached an orgasm and remarked that I wasn’t sure if another one was possible. She continued riding me for a bit, and when I hesitantly asked if I could come this time, she chuckled and said naturally not. A few minutes later, she finished, and back into the cage I went.
I’ve learned to stop asking how long the lock-up will last or begging for release. Last night was particularly difficult as we near that 30-day milestone again. When I asked her for release this morning, she barely responded at first. I hardly slept, suspecting she is waiting specifically for the 30-day mark once more. Each time we sustain such a long duration, I notice subtle shifts in our relationship.
Undressing in front of one another was never problematic as you’d expect in a marriage. Now, however, she challenges me not to stare at her body when I’m out of chastity, and while locked, I can’t be near her nudity unless I am servicing her. While cooking or doing dishes, she often pinches my bottom or nipples or slides her fingers deep into my crack.
She finally replied to my request for release this morning. She noted that in the past, I had initiated chastity play, but going forward, she will decide when the cage goes on and comes off. A medical reason would be final though. She doesn’t want permanent chastity, but how it happens and when is entirely her choice. In our early years, she was submissive; she tolerated spankings, anal, and rough sex without issue, but that phase has passed. She still loves me and says so often, but it’s evident she holds the reins. As far as sex goes, it depends on what gives her physical or emotional satisfaction. I am her toy both mentally and physically. What began as my dark fantasy is clearly something she enjoys as the sole keeper of the keys.