The value of patience

Well, it's time to try to tell the story. The journey started a little less than two years ago. We'd been married for 7 years and had a great relationship. It wasn't the first time down the aisle for either of us but that was one of the few similarities in our background. She'd married her first love and I was about as wild as can be. He'd treated her poorly and was a terrible partner......even told her she was frigid.

When we met, it was as close to 'love at first sight' as you can get. I was almost 50 and she was closing in on 40 so it wasn't like we were teenagers. We married and settled down to raising the kids together. One of the guilty pleasures about seconds is the ability to 'time share' the kids with their other parents. It left us 10 to 12 days every month to ourselves. I introduced her to lots of fun things like vibrators, oral and other fundamental things that to her was a brand new world and it was clear that she was far from frigid. Years passed and she became more comfortable with herself and I fell deeper and deeper. She's a very beautiful women (yes that's actually her in the avatar) though, oddly enough like many beautiful women, she doesn't see herself this way.

She discovered she liked being submissive and we had fun with that. For awhile, she loved sleeping in handcuffs and being used for my pleasure. We did the role playing thing and it was great. She gradually became less inclined to be submissive over time. Meahwhile, I'd developed a severe foot fetish. Not feet in general, which I normally think are pretty gross, but hers in particular drove me crazy. It doesn't help that she is one of those women who loves wearing heels and boots and is quite graceful in them. I always feel bad for women who don't have this affinity and only wear them for their mates, complain all the time and walk like gorillas.....

This lead to a period of 6 months or so where we'd take baths together and I'd rub her feet and then started licking them. She loved it and her eyes would roll into her head. This of course led to kissing her feet while she was wearing heels which I really loved. One day, we were in bed and I'd just made her come. When she finnishes, she ususally is so sensitive that she doesn't want any more stimulation. I was still rock hard and started stroking myself, eventually coming on her feet. She got a funny look in her eye and said 'you'd better clean that up'. I started to get a towel and she said 'I didn't say to leave..........lick them till their clean. I was like a bomb going off in my head.

It's funny that I can't remember when the idea of chastity occured. It was definately my idea as was all new adventures. I've always been the one to introduce new things to our relationship and it's always the same journey. It goes from 'that's gross' or 'why would you want that' to go get my vibrator, tease my clit for awhile. Now slide it in and lick me until I come'.

I brought up the idea of a cage and it met with way more resistance than usual. It came close to triggering a rare fight but stopped short. I let it drop and was surprised when a week later, she apologized and said if it was really something that I wanted to try, then it was okay. I shopped on ebay for awhile and decided on a soft plastic affair as for some reason I assumed that would be more comfortable. It arrived a week later and I went through the ritual all of the newbies go through. "How do I get this fucking thing on? Ouch it rubs. Is everyone at the office looking through my pants?"k etc etc. She was really tentative about the whole thing at first, not really wanting to look at it. I could tell she was really just trying to be a good sport.

I did nearly everything wrong at first. Had a spare key in my wallet in case of a one in a million event where I'd have to take it off. I topped from the bottom (before I knew what that was) and would get pouty when things didn't go my way. I was kind of an asshole with a hunk of plastic locked onto my dick. This is why I'm calling this 'the value of patience'.

I'm going to sign off for now but as a glimpse of what's to come, I'm writing this with a steel cage on, no spare key, only ruined orgasms for the last 7 weeks. She's planning a trip to Ireland in May and I may not get to come until she gets back. I don't know for sure as it's all entirely up to her. When I get time, I'll go into more detail about how we got from here to there.

 

Okay, finally a little more time to write. The first weeks in the plastic cage were interesting. It was moderately painful, the metal lock make a clicking noise and I was prettty sure everyone at work was staring at my crotch. My wife was somewhat okay with all this but it was pretty clear that she wasn't excited about it. I was making the plans like 'unlock me in 4 days and let me come'. She'd go along with it but it wasn't that exciting for either of us. While I liked the confinement generally, even though she had the keys, I was generally in control.

I thought about where this was really going and I realized that I had a submissive side that had been dormant for years and years. What I wanted was to cater to her and have her take control. We talked about it a lot and while I think she liked the idea, she was really cautious. We were still having lots of sex though she would always insist that I come. I told her that the thought of her being selfish sexually and not worrying about me was really intoxicating. For a long time, I think she thought I was kidding but slowly, she started to become selfish and it was as exciting as I'd hoped. Lots of interesting things happened. The frequency varied wildly. She would go for a week or two without much of anything and then I'd fuck her and do oral 5 or 6 times in a weekend. She was starting to say 'don't you come, this is for me'. It's hard to adjust to that at first but what I learned through denial is that I wound up in a fairly continual state of excitment and she noticed that I was less moody and more fun to be with.

She also slowly became more adventurous. Years ago, she was into light bondage and I'd handcuff her from time to time. She reallly liked that for some time but then it waned. I was really surprised when one night, while caged, she gave me a viagra (this would become one of her favorite torments). After it took effect, we went to bed and she straddled me, rubbing herself on my cage. Suddenly, she grabbed the cuffs that were under the pillow and handcuffed me to the bed. I was bursting as she slid up and down on me saying 'I bet you'd love to fuck my pussy'. It had been a week or so and I was just reduced to mumbling.

She rolled off me and said 'too bad. You can watch though' and started vibrating her clit. Now this is fairly normal for most women but for her, it was a first. I introduced her to vibrators in her late thirties. She's never owned one before and her ex always told her she was frigid.

I was transfixed watching her masturbate, my cock exploding and my hands useless. It didn't take long and her body twitched and eyes rolled into her head. When she was done, she looked at me and said 'You said you liked selfish. Good night and good luck with your hardon.

I was both frustrated and euphoric. We talked about what was going on and she was starting to like our new arraingments. She hated the look of the plastic cage and said if we were going to do this, to get sometning different. This led to a month of experimenting with various steel chineese cages. Some were a little too big and I could escape from fairly easilly. I got an a276 that I thought would be good but it wound up being too small. Due to teasing etc, I wound up abrading the tip of my cock which resulted in painful and slightly bloody urination. This was no good so I kept searching till I found one that was pretty comfortable. A lot of comfort issues were solved by a little vaseline around the ring which allow it to slid around and not pinch. For those of you just starting with these, this is one of my few pro tips.

At this point, she started teasing me nearly every morning in the shower. She became enthralled with playing with my cock. She's stroke furiously while squeezing my balls. She got pretty good at knowing when I was about to come. Sometimes she's let me and some times she's stop. I never knew what she was going to do. She was still making me come about 3 or 4 times a week (though there were some stretches where I wouldn't get any). The not knowing was fun but I noticed what others here figured out is that after an orgasm, it takes awhile to get back into the groove. She noticed it too and it was the next chapter that we had to work on.

All for now. Cheers.

 

"you're not coming for a week' she announced one day. I was shocked and excited at the same time. I started to learn what you all know. Waiting can be so delicious. I think she was surprised that I didn't whine or complain. We talked about it and I tried to explain how exciting it was for her to be in control. This really was the point where the transfer of power started. Prior to this, she was more or less along for the ride. She started to demand oral services out of the blue. "Come here an lick me. Hurry up cause the family will be here for dinner soon." I loved it though I don't think she believed me. I drives me crazy when she is sexually selfish but she still felt guilty about it and would ask at times, 'what about you'?

I'm really writing this part for new keyholders. I've learned what most of the men here know. It's great to be under lock and key. For me, orgasm denial isn't denial of sex, in fact it's nearly the opposite. Currently, I'm 10 weeks in to what might be a very long time of denial (by my standards). I've been inside her twice this weekend, and she's come 5 times. What happens to me is I'm in a fairly constant state of arousal. Even just touching her shoulders send lighning bolts to the brain. It's great. I think a lot of women here are somewhat reluctant accomplises at first. My point is, enjoy and explore. Don't worry that we aren't coming. It's the idea of you getting whatever you want that is exciting. I apologize as I know not everyone here feels this way, but it does seem more common than not.

Back to the story. We got into a phase where the lock up time would be scheduled. It's hard to remember but I think I had a lot to do with this. It's kind of a total guy thing I think. "At 430 pm on Sunday you will be allowed one orgasm". I see a lot of this stuff in chastity contracts and I'm assuming they are mostly written by men (or strongly coached women). While we never had a contract until much later (It was her idea and completely different than above) my periods of denial were scripted. It was a step. This led to a rollercoaster of emotions. I loved the denial, looked forward to the release but really hit the dumps afterwards. Our patterns started to change as well. Normally after foreplay, I'd fuck her for awhile and then make her come orally. She loves being fucked hard after she starts coming and in the old days, I'd finish inside. Though I'd done it occasionally in the past, I started pulling out and coming on her breasts.

At first she was just okay with that but she started to get more interested. I asked her what she liked about it and she said she like to watch my face and feel the hot cum on her breasts. It started to click the submissive tumblers in my brain and it became more and more common. I started to get excited thinking about licking it all up afterwards and she would let me. The problem was, though it seems really exciting before coming, it's not as alluring afterwards. To her credit, she started to insist that I keep my promise.

I'm not sure but I think this was the first time she's slapped me. I had just come a lot and hesitated for a second or two as it was all over the place. Out of the blue, she slapped me hard across the face and said 'clean me up.......now'. That set off explosions in my head and I happily took to the task at hand. This led to a period where when I was allowed to come, it was almost always on her body. My wife loves high heels and wears them all the time. I'd developed a foot fetish as a result. It's weird because it's only hers that set me off. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing women in heels but the only ones I want to worship is my wife's. Below is a picture I took for a black and white photo challenge of a pair of her favs (the closet is full of heels and boots and we even have a pair of 'shower shoes' (basically pole dancer platforms) for when she wants me to fuck her in the shower. They are actually necessary as my wife is very petit and I'm 6 4. Anyway, that's all for now. I hope you're enjoying the journey. Still a ways to go and I'm not sure where we are going but it's been great and our relationship is better than ever. It's not a game anymore and I don't think either of us is interested in going back.