How I met my wife

When I met my wife, for the first year we were dating, I was locked in a chastity cage, and neither of us had the key.

If you want to know how that came about, read on.

I’d been single almost two years after breaking up with my girlfriend of 10 years. I’d enjoyed single life but realised it wasn’t something I wanted long-term, so I started doing yoga at a local class to improve myself mentally and physically. That’s where I met a massage therapist.

We went for coffee a few times, and we chatted a lot, but we weren’t each other's types. She convinced me that a massage is a great way to enhance the effects of Yoga so we arranged for her to come to my house shortly after the weekly Yoga sessions.

When she arrived I was expecting her to have a massage table but instead, she had a bunch of large towels. We found a spot on the floor in my lounge that was large enough and she laid out the towels.

Whilst she did that she told me to strip off, totally naked.

I questioned it, I suddenly felt very aware of myself, but she said I could keep my underwear on if I really needed to. I decided against it and stripped off.

The massage was amazing. She used hot oil, she literally climbed all over me, and used her knees and elbows to rub away all the tension in me. I’d never experienced anything like it before.

I felt very self-conscious a number of times, not least because I was totally naked and she was a friend, and I was worried that I might get a boner. She didn’t use a towel to hide me either.

After the hour was over, she gave me a list of things I should and shouldn’t do, such as have a big glass of water and don’t shower.

I must say that I felt really energised, really bright and alive. She was right about the benefits of massage…well, until the next day, when I was aching in practically every muscle. It was a good ache, a wholesome ache.

The following week we met at yoga and she asked how I was. I told her it was a great experience and wondered if we could make it a regular thing. It was an easily afforded kindness to myself, so it made sense. She said she would be delighted.

For the next couple of months, she massaged me weekly, after each Yoga session. It was one of the best things I ever treated myself to.

Most of the time we chatted as she massaged me, or more specifically she talked to me about her life, her dogs, her lodger, her ex-husband, her planned vacations, you get the idea.

Then, one day, she was massaging me, and there was a lull in her gossip, and she said “Is that a male chastity cage in the bathroom?”

Shit, I thought, I had become too comfortable with it. I don’t even remember leaving it there. Normally if it’s not on me, then it’s in the drawer beside the bed. Ahh, now I remember taking it off prior to having a shower just before she arrived. I was in a bit of a rush, dammit.

I bought it about a year ago after going through the whole sizing and getting it right phase. It attached to my piercing, was very secure, and fitted perfectly. I would wear it during the week to stop myself from wasting too much time jerking off to porn. It worked really well, and since I wasn’t seeing anyone, I could indulge myself in such things.

“Ummm, maybe. Why do you ask?” I said, somewhat reluctantly.

“Oh, I used to be a key holder for a boyfriend so I knew what they are, and that one looks expensive and difficult to get off. I was just curious,” she replied.

“How was that for you both?”

“It was a lot of fun, mostly for me, of course,” she laughed, “He had to endure a whole month locked, but I was really interested in pushing him to improve himself, but he was a bit of a baby when it came to it.”

She continued massaging me, and as she did, she told me her story of being a key holder, how she really enjoyed the power of it, and how she got him to work on himself and make himself into a better man. She seemed to know what she was talking about.

“That sounds great,” I said as I turned onto my back.

And then she asked the question, “Do you have a keyholder?”

My cock twitched in a way that it hadn’t during any of our previous massages. She noticed.

She continued, “If you don’t have a key holder, I’d be delighted to do it for you, no charge. I’d bring the key with me when we do the massage so you can take the cage off for the massage and have a good wash, and then you can put the cage back on before I leave with the key.”

My cock twitched even more and started to grow, and I became very aware of it.

“C’mon,” she giggled, “your mind might be thinking about it, but your body has already agreed.”

“I don’t have a key holder,” I said, “and I have been thinking about trying to find one, but I don’t want anything to negatively affect us at Yoga, our post-yoga massage, or our friendship. I value all of them greatly.”

She quickly jumped in and said, “Me too, but if you can be mature about it, so can I. How about we try it for a week or two and see how it goes to build trust?”

My cock was pretty much fully hard at this point.

“Okay, after the massage, I’ll put it on and give you the key, and we can try it out for a week or two.”

She beamed, “Brilliant, I am super excited, it will be good for us both, and we’ll have a lot of fun.”

The massage continued as normal, but my mind was busy thinking about her being my key holder. I tried to think of reasons to change my mind, but I had thought about finding a key holder anyway. I knew it would be good for me.

After the massage, I thanked her, put on my gym pants and a t-shirt and went into the bathroom to put on the cage.

When I returned, she was all packed up and ready to go. She held out her hand, and I paid her, and then she just continued holding her hand out. “C’mon,” she said, “don’t be shy. Hand over the keys, all of them.”

I handed over all three keys. She smiled, turned to the door, opened it and said, “I hope you have a great week, see you at Yoga!” and closed the door behind her.

I suddenly felt very vulnerable and horny. I’d managed a full week a couple of times in the past, but never with someone else holding the key. This was uncharted territory.

Since I had been wearing the cage for a while, it was okay for sleeping in and for day wear. I focused on work, and everything was normal. Horny, but normal.

Yoga and massage day arrived. Yoga was uneventful. Headed home and was just about to jump in the shower when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to “Hey, I thought I would come a little early to help you.”

I opened the door and beckoned her in.

“When I was my boyfriend's key holder, I would watch him shower to make sure he didn’t masturbate. I thought we should start off as we mean to continue,” she said.

“Um, okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t going to masturbate anyway,” I said. She smiled at me and said, “Sure, but this way, we know for sure.”

We went to the bathroom, I stripped and showered, and then she handed me the key so I could finish off. Once I was dry she told me to wash and dry the cage and bring it into the lounge.

During the first part of the massage, she gossiped about all manner of stuff, but when I turned onto my back, she started talking about chastity. Telling me how much she enjoys it, telling me how she kept her boyfriend locked, how she wondered how long a man can go without an orgasm. She asked me questions about my expectations and fantasies regarding chastity.

As we talked, my cock twitched and started to get hard. I couldn’t stop myself. Normally, before a massage, I would jerk off just to avoid getting a boner because it was my normal weekly orgasm, but this time I hadn’t had the chance.

She smiled and said, “At least I am getting to know what you like, you give away your secrets easily,” as my cock twitched again.

It was the horniest massage so far.

Once done, she told me to put the cage back on. She watched carefully as I put the piercing attachment in. She handed me the lock and key. I locked the cage and gave her the key back.

The next week I was distracted. I’d never gone more than a week without an orgasm before.

I realised I didn’t have her number, in case of emergency, and became a little frantic about it.

Yoga day came, and everything was normal. Headed home, but unlike the previous week, she arrived on time.

She set up all of the gear and told me we weren’t taking the cage off this week, just to see how I handled it. Plus, it will prevent those pesky erections from getting in the way.

Fuck, I thought. My cock was already straining in the cage, and she could tell. She giggled a little and said, “Look, the cage is working well.”

The massage was great, but my mind was swirling around the plughole of horniness, and it was physically obvious that I was aroused. She talked about hygiene, staying properly clean, things to look out for, etc. Her talking about it made my cock strain against the cage, and I think she liked it.

After the massage, I asked for her number, which she gave me, but told me not to pester her or be whiney.

I didn’t get released, and boy, was I off-the-charts horny.

The next week was a blur. I could barely focus on work, and I was getting behind.

When she arrived for the massage, she said she wanted me to go a whole month without unlocks, she told me it would be difficult, but if I could manage a month, then she will give me a free massage.

So that’s what we did.

I spent the next month without being unlocked.

It was intense, but towards the end I really started to settle into it, and started feeling quite good about myself and my achievement. I hadn’t masturbated or had an orgasm in 6 weeks and while I had been insanely horny I had managed to get a grip on it.

When release day came she told me she would take the cage off and that I needed to be blindfolded and handcuffed. I was a little nervous but I trusted her.

We went to the bathroom, I put on the blindfold and she put on the handcuffs. She then ran a basin of warm water, took the cage off and cleaned it. She told me I had been doing a great job of staying clean. Then, she cleaned my cock with her warm soapy hands. Oh it felt so good, I felt almost weak-kneed. I begged her, “Please let me stay out of the cage for a few minutes,” but she said no, she has plans for me.

I got a raging hardon whilst she was washing and drying me so we had to wait for it to subside before she could put the cage back on. She struggled a little but it went on just fine eventually, and then she massaged me.

During the massage, she reiterated that I had been doing a great job of maintaining hygiene and that she was really impressed with me for going 6 weeks without an orgasm or masturbating.

I asked when she thought the next release will be, and she said she hadn’t decided yet, that we’ll take it one month at a time.

“Does that mean you don’t intend to release me weekly?” I asked. “Oh no,” she said ”we don’t need to since you can manage at least a month.”

That was around the time I met Susan.

Stupidly horny, no keys to the cage, and at least another month until the next release. Possibly the worst time to meet someone.

It was a beautifully warm summer, I was at the coffee shop, reading outside in the shade. When she asked if she could also sit at my table since there weren’t any free. “Of course,” I said, as I stood up and welcomed her.

I was reading RD Laing’s The Politics of Experience and she commented on it, saying how difficult it was to get into but really worth the effort.

We ended up chatting for a couple of hours before she had to dash.

“I’ve really enjoyed our chat,” she said, “maybe we could exchange numbers and do this again?”

We swapped numbers and she left.

A few days later, she messaged me and asked how I was getting on with the book and whether I fancied having lunch. I agreed.

I texted my massage therapist/keyholder to ask if I could have an early release as I had met someone and was going to have lunch. She replied, “You don’t eat with your penis so no need to unlock you early,” and added, “It will probably be nice for a woman to have lunch with a man who isn’t desperate to rush to have sex.”

I could sense her giggling.

So we had lunch, and I stayed locked. It was great. I was super attentive, I asked questions, and we discussed some deep topics. I felt like my eyes were locked on her the entire time.

Susan and I had lunch a few times over the next few weeks, and I could feel something happening between us. I again texted my key holder, and she again said no. I was gutted. I was very horny, but I was quite comfortable with it. I really wanted to go to the next stage with Susan, and that was simply not possible with my cock in a cage.

All this while, I had continued to go to Yoga and had my weekly massages, but the answer to the one question I always had was always “no, there is no need to rush.

When unlock day came, she said she wasn’t going to unlock me since I was dating Susan, and it would feel like cheating to her if she touched my cock. She said I needed to bring the subject up with Susan so she could hand over the key.

This seemed unreal to me, I really liked Susan, like really a lot, and this could ruin our relationship.

Over the next few weeks I thought long and hard about how I could introduce chastity to Susan and how I could explain my predicament.

I decided to invite her to dinner at my place the following Friday. This was the first time we would be in one of our homes. I’m pretty sure she thought she knew how this might be.

When she arrived, she looked fabulous and wore a beautiful little black dress and heels. I had never seen her this way before.

I invited her in and showed her through to the kitchen. I’m a big foodie, and I love cooking, so I have a well-designed kitchen. I offered her a seat and some wine, and we chatted while I cooked.

I served her a candlelit dinner in the kitchen, it was lovely. After dinner, we stayed there and chatted some more. She put her hand on my knee several times.

“Susan, there is something personal I need to tell you, and I don’t want you to freak out or anything. I need to tell you as I feel we are getting close.”

“Oh god,” she said, “You’re married?”

I laughed, “No, it’s not that.”

I explained that I practice chastity, which means until I am married, I won’t have sex or masturbate. I said that it means I am not distracted by anything or anyone else and that I am dedicated to my partner.

To facilitate this, I wear a device that prevents me from having erections, masturbating, or having orgasms, and a friend holds the key to the device, and that friend will hand the key over to my partner when the time is right.

She sat back in her chair, looked into her wine, took a large sip, and said, “That explains why you didn’t want to jump into bed with me when we first met and why you haven’t tried it over the last few weeks”.

She leaned over to me, held my hand, and said, “You have been the sweetest man, so attentive, so genuine, that I have met. If that’s because of your choices, then I support them. When the time is right, I will happily take the key.”

She pulled me closer and kissed me.

My cock bulged in the cage like it hadn’t for weeks.

As she stood up, still holding my hand, she said, “So, why don’t you show me to your bedroom so I can take a look at this device, and we can get to know each other better.”

We lay on the bed, kissing, running our hands all over each other, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping each other. She reached down to my crotch and found my caged cock.

She asked lots of questions, does it hurt, how do you pee, how often is the cage taken off, she was fascinated. Mostly she wanted to know how I managed to not go crazy.

We kissed and groped each other for hours before she asked me to tongue her. I immediately complied, lapping her up to a powerful orgasm. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was perfect.

In the morning I brought her coffee and we sat in bed chatting about things. I told her some more backstory regarding chastity, what led to it and why, she said she would like to meet my keyholder.

I texted my keyholder and she agreed, she thought it was great.

We met at my place, I made coffee while they chatted in the lounge.

When I sat down there was a moment of silence.

Susan said, “We have agreed on what to do.”

“Oh?” I asked, “will you tell me?”

My keyholder said that Susan and her had swapped numbers and for now she will keep the key and when Susan wants it, if Susan and I get serious, then she will hand over the key.

I objected, of course, I said it had been a long time since I was unlocked, but they both just giggled and said it will be a bit longer yet.

It was a lot longer. Susan got the keys a week before we were married, almost a year to the day that we met.

She didn’t release me for another month, and when she did we made love for hours.

I didn’t cum, I still haven’t.

We’re both really happy together, and we both enjoy a massage from time to time.