My life took a huge turn on November 15th, 2017. I was overwhelmed by guilt over my constant masturbation. It felt like cheating on my great wife, and in a way it was because I wasn’t meeting her sexual needs.
I searched for answers and decided that wearing a chastity cage seemed to be the right path. After about a week of shopping around, I purchased one.
When it arrived, I watched an instructional video on how to use it, figured out the mechanism, and locked it in place. Keep in mind this wasn’t just some random fantasy; it was a practical step to save my marriage.
That evening after dinner, my wife and I went out onto the back porch for a cigarette. The keys were in my pocket with the cage secure. I took them out and handed them to her. Naturally, she asked what they were for, so I told her everything. She looked hurt at first, but when I explained that it was my issue, not hers, she got angry about the whole thing and told me to get used to it. She stood up, took the keys from me, and put them in her pocket. That moment marked the end of my control over my sexual desires.
I started focusing more on giving her pleasure. During that first week, she had more orgasms than she did all year combined. One night, she asked if I wanted to cum, and I told her it was up to her. She left the room and went to watch TV in the den, leaving me without a release. The next week, she bought a prostate massager and announced she was going to milk me! Apparently, she had been reading about male chastity and decided she wanted to drain my semen without letting me orgasm. I protested having something inserted into my back passage until she warned that if I ever wanted the cage off again, I’d have to do it her way. So there I went with my first milking, followed by several more, happening once a week hoping this time would be different.
She definitely earns credit for keeping me locked up tight. She let me take it out for cleaning under her watchful eye until I asked what she’d do if I refused to put it back on. Her answer was that she couldn’t force me if I didn’t want to lock it again. The following week, she asked if I wanted to play along—of course I did. She told me to close my eyes. I complied as she pulled my arms behind my back, handcuffed them, and chained me to a floor shackle near the bed. When I opened my eyes, she had left. She returned with baby wipes and oil, took out her keys, unlocked my cage, and removed it. After cleaning both the device and my penis, she oiled up down there. Before I could object, she re-locked my manhood.
I asked about our “playtime,” and she replied that we had just done it. Wow! I was speechless. She explained that if I want my penis cleaned from now on, this is the new routine. She doesn’t trust me to clean and lock it back up properly, so this is how it will be.
One day during a doctor’s appointment, I asked to be unlocked temporarily. Surprisingly, she said no, insisting I explain my chastity status to him myself. Embarrassed as I was, I went in and discussed why I wore the cage. He was a bit surprised but assured me it wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d seen. After examining around my genitals, he confirmed everything looked healthy and fine.
I ordered a custom cage from RED Chili at my wife’s suggestion (or command). It arrived a few weeks ago, and I’ve been wearing it 24/7 since. A few days after putting on the new device, I came home to find my wife in my workshop using a grinder on several keys. When I asked what she was doing, she replied that she was grinding off the teeth because they weren’t needed with the new cage design; cleaning could be done without removing it entirely.
I asked if those were all her keys, and she said maybe or maybe not. Since then, I haven’t seen a key nor had my cage removed. It has been 161 days since that first lock-up on my penis. My wife has changed significantly in that time. When I asked her recently if she liked having me locked up, she admitted that while she wasn’t sure at first, seeing how it transformed me won her over. She likes it more every day. She never worried about infidelity with another woman before, but now that I’m caged, it’s guaranteed.
The transformation in my wife has been surprising. Honestly, I expected to be released within a couple of days at most. I was wrong.
I definitely deserve everything she is doing for me. I cheated by masturbating instead of focusing on her. I have at least 13 years before I can complain about anything. She is number one in my life again. Did I create a monster? No, I say no. What do you think?