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I wanted to share how I ended up locked away because it has completely turned my life around in numerous ways. Not too long ago, I was living a pretty wild existence. I had been with my girlfriend for ten years and have now married her just over a year ago. She always knew about my submissive nature and implicitly understood that I did plenty of mistress/slave play with my former partner. My current wife doesn’t care much for that lifestyle but has indulged me on occasion. Through our 11+ year relationship, I cheated almost continuously. Without boasting too much, I believe I slept with more women during these years than when I was single. I never got caught, came close a few times but always managed to slip away. As they say, lies eventually catch up; she became very suspicious that I was cheating and finally confronted me. Again, I sweet-talked my way out of being cornered. But as a sign of sincerity and trustworthiness, I half-joked that she should put me in chastity. It was only half joking because part of me was really turned on by the idea; I thought the worst outcome would be wearing it for just a couple of days. As it turns out, although my wife says she stepped outside her comfort zone, she truly enjoys having me locked up. She likes the caring and attentive husband I become when denied, and has actually come to dislike the personality I adopt after release; but so far she is being kind enough to give me regular orgasms (since we are both very new to this). Her rules are simple: whenever I am out of the house or home alone, I must be locked up. When with her, if she allows it, I can be free. There are certain exemptions which I won’t detail further, but for the most part, my cock is secured. My life as a serial cheater is behind me. It is simply impossible to do that anymore now, and my attention is firmly fixed on my wife, who has really developed extra confidence after taking charge. Last night, she surprised me by climbing on top of me and rubbing herself against my cock, leading me to think we were going to have sex. Wrong! She was the one having sex. After getting me suitably fired up, she told me to get on top of her. I then had to slide the tip inside her and hold it there while she finished off. It was torturous but really hot. This from a woman who, when we met, couldn’t even go from the bedroom to the bathroom without putting on a dressing gown. But you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.