Me, myself and her

At the time of this post I had my current cage cut down so the diameter didn’t change. The newest (and smallest) cage is brand new, my wife ordered it as a “surprise” and it is also the same diameter. When I initially measured for my first cage I left a little extra room to avoid any issues with edema. I used their sizing rings and chose the one that would easily go on the thickest part of me so I was never trying to stuff myself in. With my current cage although it’s definitely not long enough the girth still fits, but barely. If you’re already really tight now you might need a little extra room going smaller. Maybe try compressing yourself down to the length you’re considering and do a diameter measurement? Then you’d know for sure if you’d need a new cage or could just do an adjustment.

 

Not nosey at all. We do enjoy it from time to time but it's a rare part of our sex life and usually I'm the one tying her up. Now that I'm thinking about it I don't know why she didn't include it. It could be that leaving me physically able to get up but having to sit there and take it is a mental part of the punishment, she didn't want or need me restrained or even something as simple as she didn't think about it. It's not unheard of for her to expand on ideas as time goes on so if it is something she thinks about and wants to add in she eventually will. I'm certainly not going to ask her though, she gets enough ideas without my help.

 

I don't think a full on FLR would work for either of us. We are very different people from the roles we play around chastity. She doesn't have any interest in being in charge of our marriage and I am not the type of person to fall into a secondary role full time. Part of the fun is we get to be different people for a little while. She's not naturally dominant and I am far from submissive and those are traits I don't think we could, or would want to, change. It's not who we really are and not what we found attractive in one another in the first place. Outside of that chastity is enjoyable for us because it's separate and different from our "real" lives. We spend most of our life in a traditional marriage with traditional roles so when the time comes it's exciting and different, like putting on a costume. She has always said the big draw for her is the feeling that she is caging a beast and she means that both literally and figuratively, the penis and the man. I am not the type of person to be controlled, honestly I can be a little arrogant and obstinate. However I am also a man of my word so when I promised my wife I would let her take the reigns with chastity she knows I'd hold myself to that no matter what, so long as it doesn't overstep our agreed upon limits. And I do whether I like it or not. But if things started to spread outside of the bedroom there would be no challenge for me or feeling of accomplishment for her. It would just become our normal life. I obviously don't know what the future holds but for the moment I do know we both are happy getting to live two very different, and separate, lives together.

 

Round Two


This past weekend was the second of the monthly punishments I’m now receiving. The day started exactly the way she had decided; we were having a lazy morning coffee, my calendar alert popped up and I told her it was the chosen day, she said “thanks for reminding me” and we went back to having a normal day. She didn’t mention it again. No teasing, no veiled comments. I even forgot about it most of the day and when it did creep into my mind there was obviously apprehension but also some hope. Maybe she’s not saying anything because she forgot, or better yet she changed her mind and decided it really wasn’t something she’s interested in doing.

After dinner I was finishing up with the dishes and my wife went upstairs to change into some pajamas. By this time I had completely forgotten about anything to do with punishment. We had already talked about pouring a drink after dinner and settling down to watch some tv and relax. I walked up to the bedroom to get changed myself and immediately noticed one of our folding chairs in the middle of the room, and asked her if she needed help reaching something (I’ve got quite a few inches on her). She said “that’s not for me, that’s for you.” I gave her a puzzled look and she said “I don’t want my chair associated with punishment. When you see it I don’t want it to remind you of that, I want it to remind you of giving me pleasure and orgasms. And a folding chair is much less comfortable to sit in and this isn’t supposed to be comfortable for you, is it?” She had remembered and was still committed. Very committed. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I said the first thing that came to my mind. “But what about our plan to have a drink and watch a show?” It was stupid but all I could blurt out. She replied “I’m still going to have a drink and relax. You’re going to sit in that chair until I tell you otherwise.”

The cadence was similar the first time. She had me strip completely naked and held the dildo in place for me. This time she made me lube the dildo myself though as promised (less work for her). I did notice she was holding it backwards and mentioned it. She said “I know. I thought if it’s like this it’ll put pressure on your prostate so maybe you’ll come out of it fuller than when you went in and it’ll add to the challenge for the next month.” I scoffed at the smirk on her face and she called me over to begin. Once the tip was in she stood back and waited until I was all the way down which took a little longer this time. I think actually knowing what I was about to experience made me tense up more than the first time and it didn’t make the process any easier. She again asked if I was just uncomfortable or in real pain, I said very uncomfortable and without a response she walked away and left the room, locking the door behind her.

The folding chair definitely added to the punishment. It was hard and lacked armrests so I couldn’t find a comfortable position at all. This required me to constantly shift my weight which in turn made it impossible to get forget about the discomfort in my ass. It ramped up the torture considerably. The rotation of the dildo, so that the bend in it was pointing towards my prostate instead of away from it, had an almost instantaneous effect. I started leaking pretty much immediately. There obviously was some kind of stimulation going on but without any sexual component I wasn’t aware of it, just the after effects building up on my cage and the chair. It was odd to see the constant dripping without actually feeling any arousal, those things usually always go hand in hand. I didn’t know how long I was sitting there (she had placed the chair in a such way that I couldn’t see the clock) but I could make out sounds in the house, and like the last time I felt some jealousy around her freedom to move about and enjoy herself while I was stuck enduring the predicament I was in. It was incredibly boring and having no distractions meant all my focus was on my discomfort. Unlike the first time where I think there was a bit of shock at the whole situation this time I was fully aware of what I would be feeling, and as time went on it only got worse. I’m really hating this punishment. I suppose that’s the whole point.

Finally after an eternity she came upstairs. She walked over, inspected my cage and said “wow, I didn’t think it would work so well, that’s quite a puddle. How are you feeling?” I chuckled and said fine except for some reason my ass was killing me. She said “I bet. It’s supposed to. You can get up now. Clean everything up and put it away and then come downstairs and we’ll talk.” She left the room and I pulled the dildo out (by this time the lube had worn off slightly so it was a slow process), cleaned up and packed everything away then threw on my clothes and walked downstairs. She was waiting at the kitchen table with a drink she made for me and said “sit and we’ll chat for a minute.” I ignored the smug grin as she watched me try to sit down. As soon as I was as comfortable I asked “so how long was that?” and she answered flatly “that was one hour.” I knew it was a long time but hearing it was that long was eye opening. I commented that I must have been worse this time than the last and she said “no, you were actually a little better. Still lots of room for improvement but better. I told you before the first time I went very easy on you. This time it was the full punishment.” I asked her if I can get any feedback on what it was that got me an hour and she replied “no. This is for you to learn, not for me to teach. Whether you’re up there for 15 minutes or three hours has zero effect on me, just on you. So you’re the one who has to figure out how to get less time.” Direct and to the point. At the end of the day she doesn’t care how long I’m punished for. She gets to mete out what she feels is appropriate for a months worth of behavior without any effort on her part or disruption to her day. It really is perfect for her.

She then said “pick your next day and then let’s go sit on the couch. It’ll be more comfortable for your butt and I really want to cuddle with my husband.” That’s something I really appreciate about my wife. She can be a no nonsense keyholder but when it’s done it’s back to normal. It’s never drawn out longer than needed. I took my lumps and served my time and she wasn’t going to rub it in my face. Even her tone changed. There’s a good chance I won’t hear about it again until next month. We spent the final hours of our night cuddling and talking, not about chastity but about the rest of the life we live. It was a nice way to end it.

I was sore for a couple days, even more than last time due to the length of time I had, but I knew that would eventually go away. My main focus now is on getting my time down to that 15 minute minimum. It sucks that I can’t get it down to zero at the moment but who knows, maybe one day I’ll get to the point where she finds punishment unnecessary. I’m sure that’s her goal as well as mine since she’s not doing it because she’s a sadist or wants to hurt me. If that was the case she’d probably sit there the entire time and watch me squirm, instead she distances herself from it completely. She just wants me to do better and this is the way that works best for her. I’m going to try to do a better job. Really, really hard. My goal is to get to the point where this is not a permanent part of our dynamic, just a vague memory.

 

Something tells me I’ll have quite a long time to try to achieve my goal. Even if I don’t at least I know I’m entertaining. Lol