I’m an fit 40-something man, and my wife is very fit, trim, petite, sexy, and fun.
This interest in chastity started while browsing an adult toy store about two years ago. I saw the subheading for chastity devices, and was rolled over by the CB3000. I did some regular investigation into this and came across Lori’s website, plus her ‘orgasm denial’ article. That lit me up. Fantasy took over, and I spent nights thinking about how my wife could take charge.
I think it was about nine months before I sat her down and told her I wanted her to ‘own my penis’. She wasn’t sure how to take this at first, but I handed her the book “Male Chastity: A Guide for Keyholders” and asked her to read it. She agreed to become my keyholder, and we spent some time working out a contract. It was interesting as the negotiation let us each understand what the other was looking for.
I then went about finding a device I could not get out of easily. This is no small feat. I started with the CB line, and after our contract was signed, we began our first chastity trial. I was excited at first, thinking this would be cool. That first night I woke up with a raging hard-on, oh, the pain! I am pretty sure that next night, I split the device. After three days, we put chastity behind us as a fun failed attempt.
I tried the exobelt next but could slip out easily, and then went to Lori for a 12B. Now almost six months had passed when I re-approached my wife and said let’s try again! She happily accepted; I think she was doing research on chastity during that initial phase and got some excitement from it. I went into the Lori 12, spending better part of a week locked and teased. It wasn’t a secure device though, so when we got tired of the play, I took it off and explained my problems to Lori.
Over the next five months, I worked with Lori to find a device that was comfortable and secure. I ended up with a perfectly fitting 12B, with five studs; time to try again.
This time, my wife locked me up and hid the keys. A few nights in, we decided to unlock me for sleep because those spikes were killing me at night. With five days gone, I was out and disappointed.
You see, although my wife tried to be the best keyholder she could be, she really just let me out anytime I asked. And when I said enough, she tossed me the key and that was that. I had had enough of chastity.
What this whole episode did for us is give my wife a better understanding of my masturbation habits, and we started having regular sex where before it would be months apart. To tell you the truth, this chastity bug never really goes away, does it?
I decided a few weeks ago to retry the Lori 12B. I adjusted some of the spikes and put surgical rubber over them to ease contact with my skin. A few days ago, I hugged my wife and said “I’m ready to be locked up.” She smiled and said, put it on.
So here we go again!
Initially, it’s the same. It feels exciting being locked up, but I know in a matter of time, I’m going to want out. By wanting out, I can tell my wife “I really want out,” and she’ll let me. There is no dynamic of being out of control. If you can get out anytime you just by asking, it isn’t true chastity, is it? And then it happened. On my second locked day, I woke up in the middle of the night with spikes digging in (Lori’s device punishes an erection). I needed to be out, I wanted to be out, but realized I was stuck inside until morning. It was quite a feeling of “I can’t get out of this”, very out of control and it hung with me throughout yesterday. I liked it.
I thought about that feeling all day despite my key being locked away behind a combination safe; there is absolutely no escape from Lori’s 12B, yet I couldn’t get back in because I know if I tell my wife I want out—seriously honey—she’ll let me out.
Last night, my wife and I roleplayed the conversation where she took on my role, and I took on hers. “Honey, I want out,” she said. “No, and don’t ask me again,” I replied. “No Dammit, this game is over, give me the key,” she shouted raising her voice. “I said no, and you just bought yourself a week locked up with no release,” I countered. It was then that she paused; I could see her mind thinking. “Fuck you,” she shouted as if roleplaying how I might act back at her. “Get me the fuck out of this thing now!”
In a calm voice, I mimicked what I’d wanted her to say: “That just cost 10 hard wacks to the balls and a month lockup. You can stay locked up in that thing until you present your balls for punishment.” It clicked into place. She understood; she smiled.
Today is another day. A different day. I’m locked up in a steel device where erections are met with dull pain, and not knowing what my wife has in mind, it could be weeks or even years before she grows tired of this. This feels very different than before. Hard to explain, but I don’t honestly know when I am going to get out.