I'm writing this as a way to vent my frustrations, excitement and thoughts about what I've been experiencing over the past 7 months or so, and maybe give some ideas, or at least entertainment, to some others out there. It's been a wild ride and looking back I don't think there is any way I could have predicted my current situation. I plan on spacing out the "prologue" over multiple posts before I get into current day, so look for this to continue on a (hopefully) regular basis until I get caught up. The Beginning We started as many here seem to do; terrible cages and missteps. We have been together for over five years and I cannot do justice to how incredible our lives have been together or how much in love we are. We are truly best friends, enjoy each others company, respect and admire each other and have the most loving and thrilling physical relationship (we often joke that we are the only teenage forty-somethings we know). We’ve always switched roles in private but in everyday life we are pretty traditional. Our bedroom often swings between intimate and adventurous, but chastity was nowhere on the radar. Honestly neither of us even knew of its existence. That all changed in February of this year. We were on a weekend vacation together, just us and no kids. It was going to be a weekend of relaxation, delicious food and plenty of sex. We had even packed a small bag full of our favorite toys just in case one of us got a taste for something. The very first night my (now) wife accidentally discovered ruined orgasms. She had to sneeze at the worst possible moment and took her mouth off me. I leaked out but remained aroused and ready to go. After we stopped laughing our asses off we got right back into it and afterwards, as we basked following our respective pleasure, I did the usual internet sleuthing I tend to do whenever we discover or hear about something new. We laid in bed reading about various experiences and techniques. She wanted to keep playing with it through the weekend so we did. Once we were home I did some more research. I started to see chastity mentioned alongside ruined orgasms quite often. I mentioned this to her, and she thought it might be fun to lock me up, tease me for a bit, unlock me and then have me ravish her. A kind of restricted foreplay. So I ordered a cheap cage. It was terrible. I got it in March and it was way too thin and took considerable effort to squeeze myself into it. I wore it once for her and we both enjoyed it at first but when she attempted to put a vibrator on it to see what would feel like it caught one of the many bulges of skin sticking out and cut me. Not badly, but it drew a bit of blood and that was enough for the both of us. It went in the trash. After a week or so I asked her if she wanted to try again now that we know girth is as important as length. She was hesitant but decided she enjoyed the little bit of time I was in it so I did some more measuring and found something cheap and close enough. It arrived in the beginning of April and while it was not perfect, it fit way better than the previous one. The only real problem was the hinged ring which I specifically ordered as this was supposed to be just for some foreplay and needed to go on and off quickly and easily. If I wasn’t careful it would pinch, and sometimes even when I was. We played around with it for a while and it was amazing. She thought I looked sexy and masculine in it (it was metal) and commented that locking it felt like caging a tiger. I had such a strong desire for her while wearing it and loved the feeling when it came off and I was unleashed on the world (or her at least). At first it was a just on for maybe 30 minutes max, and then one night we were going out with a group of people and she suggested I should wear it because she thought it would be hot having her man secretly locked up in public. She wasn’t wrong and when we got home and she took it off we both reaped the benefits. That really started changing things. A night out became a few hours, then an entire day which became a couple days in a row (except overnight). It was our sexy little secret, not unlike the ben-wa balls I sometimes have her wear out. It was initially used as we intended; to get my already high sex drive ramped up even more so that when we got some time to ourselves I was insatiable which she loves. At the end of April we were having a discussion and somehow got into the topic of masturbation. I did it multiple times a week which she knew about and didn’t mind as it never interfered in our sex life, instead seeing it as a consequence of my maleness and sex drive. She on the other hand had stopped completely soon after we got together because, as she put it, “it feels like a waste when I could just wait for you and enjoy it so much more”. I admitted to her I was a bit jealous of her self control and how great it must feel after such build up but as it had been a habit ever since I was young and I used it for multiple reasons; arousal, stress, energy, even boredom I honestly didn’t think I had the willpower to stop, especially since it didn’t hurt her or me. We eventually settled on me trying to wear the cage until the next time we were intimate, including overnight, to see if I could do it (we lived apart and generally only saw each other a couple nights a week). I’ve always enjoyed a challenge so I gave it a try starting the following day. She can go a week or more, so certainly a few days wouldn't be that difficult for me. At the time I had no idea April 27th would be the last day I masturbated.