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I’ve been a pretty desirous guy for most of my life. I found out about masturbation when I was thirteen, and ever since then I did it at least once daily, often twice as well. Sometimes I’d go on binges where I finished several times in one day (an erotic novel usually set me off). But turning fifty seems to slow things down a bit, and over the last few years I’ve struggled with intimacy towards my wife. No issue when there’s porn nearby, but not so much with her. The Tenga 3D offers such intense sensations that well, my wife just couldn’t measure up.

We have been together for thirty-four years now, married about thirty-two of them, and I love her dearly. I missed being close to her; she had pulled away a little bit. A week or so ago, I slipped up again, saying, “Maybe it’s because I’m doing myself too often.” She replied, suggesting there wasn’t much we could do about that.

Of course, I knew of the Chastity lifestyle (with a capital C), so I looked into it more. Then one evening while washing dishes, after being quite nervous for two days, I brought up the topic and suggested locking my member away. I showed her an image of a Holy Trainer model, and she said yes! I was pleasantly surprised. I had already measured myself for the A ring and ordered one from Kept For Her within the hour. However, they were backordered for about two weeks, and I didn’t want to wait that long. So the next morning, I bought another one on eBay—the exact model in the photo. It arrived yesterday, and we put it on right away.

Naturally, I got hard:rolleyes: and had trouble getting it inside. A stocking turned out to be essential; even though it’s large enough for me, the fit is snug, and I think I might need a bigger ring eventually. Never one to do things halfway, I also ordered a Jailhouse cage. In the meantime, we had a good chat yesterday morning after my wife read some material I’d printed out for her, which she seems to like. Later that afternoon in our bedroom, seeing how wet she was and how quickly she reached climax (and quite vigorously) said it all. I stayed locked up the entire time, and it felt great. Knowing she didn’t have to worry about me going soft or unable to cum allowed her to just enjoy…

We had to head out, then a bug hit me overnight so I wasn’t locked for long, but now that I’ve shaved in the shower this morning, I am back inside again. MUCH easier to get into this time and more comfortable too. She is currently out with the key, marking the first time in months I haven’t taken advantage of her absence to jack off.

I think she will enjoy this arrangement, and some small clues suggest she won’t hesitate to lock me up for longer stretches once we perfect the fit and I get used to the cage. But no more masturbation or sex without her permission. I quite like that.