I've Made A Monster

I picked up the CB6Ks two days back. My wife is really enjoying them and has even started browsing online sites to learn more about the perks of male chastity for men. She usually doesn’t pay much attention to my kinks or sex toys, but this time is different. We’ve been doing our usual T&D routine using an honor system—letting myself climax midweek or anytime during the weekend—but since getting the cage, she’s asked me to skip our Wednesday sex and hold out until Saturday night. I agreed, so by tonight I was feeling quite pent up.

We kicked off date night with a Chinese dinner, then settled in to watch our recorded Victoria’s Secret fashion show while giving each other foot massages. After the program wrapped up, we headed upstairs with plenty of anticipation. My wife might be getting on in years but still looks youthful and definitely turns heads when she walks by. She walked into the bedroom wearing an outfit from VS. Oh man, I knew I was in for a special treat; it had been ages since she dressed like that. We cuddled up, and she mentioned reading somewhere that one of the benefits for her is that she no longer has to perform oral sex on me. She still does it sometimes just because she wants to be nice. I told her the ball was in her court now, though I suspected she might be teasing me into begging.

She also noted that according to what she read, she doesn’t have to let me climax even if we had previously agreed otherwise. I confirmed that her understanding of male chastity is spot on and asked if she felt comfortable taking control of my releases. She said yes. This made me a bit nervous, so I asked if she wanted the CB removed. Her reply was to keep it locked on. While she enjoyed having me touch her with my fingers, she took great pleasure in squeezing my testicles until they hurt and I moaned. My groaning tends to trigger her own release, just like it has countless times before.

After a bit, she asked if I truly wanted to cum. I said yes because she had promised earlier, plus I was stiff as a board thanks to the Viagra I took that morning in preparation for our usual marathon session on Saturday night. She played with me further, drawing out more moans of pleasure from my throat. When she asked again whether I wanted to let go, I croaked out another yes. Then she instructed me to take off the CB and began fondling me until I achieved a rock-hard erection that actually hurt due to its intensity—thanks in large part to the medication. We continued this pattern; she brought me up to the edge several times before stopping when I was nearly mad with desire. She told me to put the cage back on, explaining that since I had already helped her reach climax, she wasn’t feeling particularly horny anymore and might not be until tomorrow. She has always preferred for me to finish first because it helps bring her over the edge too; while my moaning is a decent substitute, it’s only second best.

My wife also mentioned leaving her vibrator in our room (I’m not permitted to sleep with her or have intercourse in her bed) since she hasn’t needed it much since we started these T&D games. Usually, I enjoy amusing myself when she tries something new, but this time I think I’ve discovered something she genuinely loves. She just went back to bed and told me I should look forward to tomorrow night. As she turned her head disappearing into the master bedroom, she simply said, ‘We’ll see.’ That phrase made my heart skip a beat because it reminds me of being careful what you wish for—you might actually get it—and since I am very much an advocate of frequent orgasms (perhaps even their biggest cheerleader), that thought brought some anxiety.