butlover3 A Story of a Butt Lover's Long-Distance Chastity Journey

This is still being written. As my wife is new to this, I welcome any suggestions on how she can torment me further.

My wife has been away for several weeks; her work and family health issues meant she left in mid-February and won’t return until the end of May. I visited her for a week in early April but am now back home because of my job.

We have experimented with chastity before, though she hadn’t really gotten into it until now. During that first period of separation, there was some tension when an ex-girlfriend wanted to come over. Jealousy surfaced as my wife is secretly very jealous. To ease the strain and add a bit of humor, I offered to dust off the old CB6000 and lock myself up. She agreed reluctantly.

I got through the weekend without issue, which reminded me how much I enjoy being locked up. While I was in confinement, I felt a strong connection to my wife. Despite her tendency to seek attention and show off, I had no desire to mess around with my ex while she stayed over; I just kept thinking about how lucky I am to have a wife who accepts my kinkiness.

After the ex left, I was allowed to unlock myself, but it left me tingling with excitement and ideas that might later cause regret. When I traveled to see my wife in April, we made love many times, and I gave her powerful orgasms. As often happens, she likes me to share a fantasy while we are intimate, so I told her one involving me being locked up until she returned home, then used as a sex slave until she felt ready to let me out—and if I was lucky, allowing me to come. Throughout the story, I had to give her pleasure and received little in return. I had to lick her and use dildos on her but wasn’t allowed to enter her with my penis while it remained locked.

I am not sure why she did this, but during our post-coital cuddle, she commented on my fantasy and suggested we might try it. I felt so excited. We discussed it a few more times before I left, but the real excitement hit me when I returned home. It was nearly a week before I could gather the courage to put on the cage, partly due to a medical appointment and mostly due to some fear. Finally, I plucked up my courage. I trimmed my pubes with clippers, slipped on the cock ring, squeezed my dick into the cage, and locked myself in with a numbered tag. The click of the lock closing made me wonder how long I would be confined—nearly six weeks—and that was when my wife was due to return. There was no guarantee she would let me out then or if she might stretch it further. The suspense was immediately arousing; my dick grew hard and strained against the plastic, and I slept little that night.

Throughout the week, I became hornier and hornier. My cock seemed permanently dripping with precum. By the end of each day, there was a snail trail of dried fluid in my underwear. Every time I noticed my cage, I thought of my wife. I love the feeling of belonging to her, of having control over my orgasms.

I sent photos via email almost daily to show she still had me locked with the same numbered tag. I also found some online advice for key holders and sent it to her. I did this with a little trepidation; while it excited me that it might help my wife make life more interesting for me, I was scared of how she would react to the inspiration. I sent her a guide on teasing and denial as well as several suggestions gleaned from online cruel mistresses. These ranged from edging techniques and ruined orgasms to advice about prostate massage and anal sex. What turned me on most were the suggestions focused on giving the woman pleasure. The idea of being an oral slave was great, but the special one was a man in chastity fucking his owner with a strapon. She received all the pleasure while he got none except the warm satisfaction of pleasing his wife. This idea excited and appalled me simultaneously. Would I regret sharing this information? Possibly. Would I enjoy it? Probably.

Mid-week, she told me to stand naked before a mirror for 10 minutes and write back with my experience. I wrote a detailed account of how the cage’s incongruity against my naked body made me feel closer to her, how my erection tried to grow, and how turned on I became. I described vocalizing and moaning aloud, along with the frustration and futile attempts to stimulate my penis through the chastity device.

After a week, I wanted everything cleaned out. I asked my wife if I could remove the cage for cleaning. She understood the need for hygiene but worried I might pleasure myself to an orgasm. I suggested making a video of the whole process: unlock, wash, lock. She thought it was a good idea and instructed me to edge several times under no circumstances coming; everything had to be filmed.

Last night, I followed her instructions. As soon as I removed the lock, my cock started throbbing. By the time I began sliding the cage off, it was straining so hard against the sides that once out, it immediately went hard again. I stepped into the shower and inspected myself (no damage) before washing. Drying off, I got comfortable in front of the camera with my penis quivering in anticipation. Applying some lotion, I started to stroke; after all that confinement, it felt so good. Everything was sensitive and sensitized. Slowly, my orgasm began building, so I held back. After calming down, I started again, stroking while pulling my balls with my other hand. Each stroke was incredible—much better than the quick wanks I usually have. Imagining my wife key holder stroking me took me to the edge. I felt the surge build like a dam about to break. Just at the last moment, I stopped. At first, I thought I might have been too late and would come, but I managed to hold on. I waited until calm, contemplating my large, hard, throbbing member, all red with prominent veins; I don’t remember being so hard in years. Then I started again. This time, I came close many times, held off, and resumed until I was about to burst, each stroke a delightful torture. I wanted to continue spurting but knew that if I did, I would disappoint my wife and myself. Reluctantly, I stopped. My penis bobbed and throbbed on the verge of coming. I took deep breaths, hoping for the best as I desperately tried not to come. After a minute or so, I started to relax.

Then it dawned on me that I would now have to lock myself up again. I reached for the clean cage and a new locking tag. Squeezing on the ring, I waited another few torturous minutes until my erection subsided enough to get the cage back on. The lock clicked shut. I don’t know when she will let me out again, but she won’t be home for four weeks.

All night, I dreamed of kinky things: being her slave, pleasing her as often as she wanted, being beaten, getting fucked in the anal, and being fisted. I dreamt of her enjoying my locked state and keeping me there constantly. I woke up happy with a dripping dick.

Any suggestions for teases, punishments, or other recommendations are warmly welcomed, though with some nervousness.:)