My Dominant Husband as Keyholder

I had a morning experience to share.

A bit of context: For the past three years, I’ve been wearing my Holy Trainer v2, mostly locked in with occasional breaks. My husband and Dom decided that perhaps it was time for me (really) to step up to a metal chastity device. After some research, we chose the Looker 01 Titanium.

We switched from a closed cage to an open-barred design featuring a urethra insert. He really enjoys being able to see my cock and tease it through those bars—a feat he couldn’t manage with the HT.

Now for the experience: Sunday Morning Sex.

As we were waking up, he became quite hands-on, and I was eager for his attention since he had been away for five days. I was massaging his increasingly hard cock while he alternated between my two nipples. My own cock grew hard and strained against the cage bars until it squeezed out slightly.

He turned me onto my side with my back to him, entered me with his cock, and wrapped both hands around us, stimulating both of my nipples simultaneously—my absolute kryptonite. He wins this round. I drifted into a trance while he reaped all the benefits; he knew exactly what he was doing.

I began thrusting backward against his cock. My erection felt so intense it seemed ready to burst from the metal cage. If I weren’t locked, I would have started jerking off and likely cummed within moments. But that isn’t how things work with a device in place.

Then he had an idea to drive me mad. He took my hand, placed it on my cage, and signaled for me to jerk off. Clearly impossible due to the hardware, yet something neither of us had considered: because enough skin protrudes between the bars, I could technically “jerk off” while wearing it.

The catch? While he allowed this new freedom, what really happened was that I edged myself into a frenzy. The contact against my cock wasn’t quite sufficient to allow me to reach climax.

So there I lay: him inside me, me thrusting back and trying to jerk off simultaneously. It dawned on me then—I was being thoroughly used and humiliated. I did all the heavy lifting while he just lay there. I frantically rode his cock and stroked myself, chasing a climax that he knew wouldn’t come, all for him to simply watch.

Well played, Sir. Well played indeed. I love you dearly and can’t help but smile at what I’ve brought upon myself. We must be careful what we wish for.

We both learned another positive trait of the Looker 01—well, mostly a positive one from his perspective. As for me? Not so sure.;)