Returned To the Caging

I’m finally back inside the cage! Since I started my chastity journey, shaving issues kept me out of it for longer than usual—roughly a month. At first, I constantly felt its absence, but gradually it settled into being my standard state. It wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, I missed that sensation enough to wear just a base ring on several occasions to enjoy its soft pressure. Yesterday morning, right before heading out, my wife beckoned me to the bed. As we cuddled and things turned intimate, she unbuttoned my trousers and lowered my underwear, playing with my cock while I focused on her, using my hands to bring her quickly to completion. She wondered if there was anything she could do for me, or if there was something specific I desired—yes, an orgasm was in the offer. It had been over two weeks since my last one; the idea of having it felt wonderful, yet I replied, “Lock me up.” I suspect this didn’t shock her too much, as I’d been hinting for a while that I wanted to be secured again. She understands how chastity has benefited our relationship, even if she remains somewhat unsure about my being caged all the time. While she doesn’t always utilize it, she mentions enjoying easy access to my penis whenever she wishes without having fiddle with locks or keys. That makes sense to me, though I truly do prefer wearing the cage. After a moment, she asked, “Which one?” The black one,” I answered. She retrieved it from the drawer, took off her necklace chain, and handed over the key. After unlocking it, I put on the base ring; lube was necessary since my excitement had me quite aroused already. She held onto the key, slid the lock into position, and secured it tight. “I’ll release you when the mood strikes.” The familiar hold of the cage felt absolutely perfect. Early this morning, still drowsy in bed, I curled up against her, savoring the sensation of my cock expanding within the confines.