My Cruel Keyholding Wife(True story)

I initially posted this as my personal intro, but I figured I should post here as well. This is a true story(with some embellishments) about my first experiences with chastity.

Chapter 1
So, I discovered chastity a while back and it's become a big fantasy for me. I don't even remember where I first came across it, I suppose it was just going down the various porn rabbit holes you fall into when it's late and you're bored and horny.

I do remember being utterly fascinated by the idea, though. I'd heard of medieval chastity belts for women, of course, but never something equivalent for men.

As I dug deeper into the kink, I became immediately hooked on the idea. I'd always had a thing for powerful women, and the notion of giving up complete control of my cock and its pleasure was a huge turn-on for me. One of the main reasons I fell in love with my wife was due to her assertive nature and bold personality.

We've been married nearly four years now, and a couple for more than ten. She's a gorgeous, curvy brunette with pouty lips, large breasts, and a plump, round ass. Our sex life was great at first, but, as with many marriages it had begun to grow stale. She'd also softened on her dominate nature a bit over the years, becoming more meek than when we'd first met. Those are the reasons why I found myself diving into new genres of porn, jerking off to whatever interesting thing I could find nearly every night after she'd gone to sleep.

We still had sex, but it was no longer a frequent occurrence and was always rather vanilla. We experimented with a few different things, such as her wanting me to dominate her. But I'm just not that type of guy, never have been, and my heart just wasn't in it.

The farther I fell into my new chastity obsession, the more I began considering how to bring up the idea to my wife. She's no prude, but I was certain she'd never heard of anything like this.

I finally worked up the courage to buy a cage a couple months ago while she was out of town with one of her girlfriends. I browsed a number of local sex shops before setting on a cage that was a reasonable price. The clear plastic cage was far too big for my undersized cock, but I bought it anyways, deciding that I had to try it now while she was a way to see if I could even handle it. Then I would just have to muster the balls to talk to her about it. Somehow...

It still took me a couple of weeks after she'd returned before I found the right night and forced myself to just give it a shot, no matter the consequences. I'm still not sure how I worked up the courage. I must have been driven by pure lust and a desire to spice up our marriage once and for all.

It was a weekend and my wife had gone to lie down for the night, waiting for me to tuck her in and kiss her goodnight. I retrieved the cage from its hiding spot it the closet of my game room, went into the attached restroom and put it on.

My heart was pounding as I approached our bedroom, my cock alternately cowering and straining in the cage from fear and arousal. She was lying face down across our bed on top of the duvet. She was clothed in just a comfortable night gown, playing a game on her phone.

"So." I began, my voice quaking with nerves as I walked through the doorway. "You remember how we talked about trying out new sex toys and things a while back?"

She stopped and looked up from her phone. "Yeah?" She said in a quizzical, almost worried voice.

"Well, while you were out of town I bought something I'd like us to try." I said, trying to steel myself.

"What is it?" She asked, clearly confused and a bit frightened, her posture rising in a defensive manner, forcing her large tits together into a canyon of tempting cleavage.

I handed her the tiny metal key for the padlock. "I want you to own my cock." I said as I pulled down the front of my sleep shorts, revealing my caged member.

"Oh my god!" She said before burying her face in the mattress.

A few tense moments past which, to me, felt like an eternity. My penis pushed the oversized cage forward in an attempt to harden. Then, I heard her giggle.

She finally raised her head up, a curious and amused smile creating her plump lips. "Babe." She said. "What the fuck?"

I sat down with her that night and explained the fetish to her. She had loads of questions for me. "Why?" "How did I get into this?" "Is it safe for my dick?" I answered everything as best I could and we also watched a few videos and read some articles together on the subject. Ultimately she agreed to give it a try.

However, after a few days of light, occasional teasing, we got into an argument. Not about my kink, just about your typical life/relationship stuff. During the fight, though, she did bring up my chastity device and told me she wasn't into it and thought it was too weird. My wife told me to take "that thing" off. I did, putting back in its hiding spot in my closet, but in the weeks since I had hoped she'd give it another shot some time.

Today, it happened. She'd been acting quite dominant towards me this weekend and then told me she wanted to try edging me after she'd read up on the kink. She sat me down on our bed and read me an entire article about the practice. I grew erect just listening to her talk about such a dirty idea.

Then she gave me a long, slow handjob, stopping every time I got close to cumming. After probably 15 minutes of this, she laid down and started masturbating with her vibrator while sucking my dick, but only after telling me that I wasn't going to touch her.

She came hard on her toy, then looked to me and told me to fuck her, but I wasn't allowed to cum. We had deep, passionate sex, and I got her off three times while she used her vibrator on her clit as I slammed my eager cock into her wanting hole. After her fourth explosive orgasm of the night, her expression suddenly changed.

She pushed me away by my chest. "Alright, get off of me." She said, sternly. "You don't get to cum today."

As my throbbing cock slid out of her tight, wet pussy, I wanted nothing more that to thrust it back in and finish. But I did as I was told and got up off of the bed.

"Go shower now. You're filthy." She said, a look of mock disgust on her face. "But I don't want you touching that cock of yours. So, after you get out, I want it locked up in your cage and then you will bring me the key." My balls nearly exploded their load in that moment, I was so blown away and turned on by her assertive attitude.

I did exactly as I was told, struggling not to finish myself off in the shower before locking up my manhood and handing her the keys. I spent the rest of the night locked and aching, and it was one of the hottest experiences of my life.


Chapter 2

After my gorgeous wife had me lock my cock away I ordered a new cage online. Something that would better fit my small penis. It arrived a couple days later and my wife allowed me to change my cage out for the new one.

The workweek went by without much to report. She would tease me a bit occasionally, but nothing too intense. With it being my first week in chastity I assumed that she'd finally let me cum this weekend, not wanting to deny me too long. I was very wrong.

To my surprise, on Friday my sexy wife told me to take my cage off, but I wasn't allowed to touch myself. She looked deep into my eyes as she said, "At some point this weekend, I'm going to suck your dick. But you won't be allowed to cum, then you're going back in your cage."

I strained in my cage just processing her cruel words. Blowjobs had become a special occasion in our marriage; only occurring once every few months if I was lucky. The thought of receiving one without being allowed to finish sounded like delicious torture.

I spent the whole weekend anticipating the moment she would call me over to her, and it took all my willpower to not jerk myself off thinking about it. However, the last thing I wanted to do at this point was ruin this for us now that she'd finally started to embrace my fetish, so I restrained myself.

Last night, on Sunday, now a full week since my initial lockup, she beckoned me over to her on the couch, pulled my shorts down, and started blowing me like there was no tomorrow.

After a minute or so she pulled my cock from her lips, the head making a loud pop as it made its exit. "You better fucking warn me when you're getting close." She said firmly before wrapping her warm, thick lips around my cock once more.

I took this warning very seriously and I moaned and pulled away every time I felt myself approaching the edge.

Each time I did she would take my throbbing cock out of her mouth and glare at me, disappointed with my lack of stamina. "God, already?" She asked sarcastically. "I thought you could last longer than that, babe. Kinda pathetic, if I'm being honest."
She mocked me for not being able to last over and over again, becoming more and more cruel each time.

After about the fifth time I was on the edge, I pulled back, but as soon as my cock left her lips, my wife angrily growled, "I don't believe you!" Before she grabbed me by the hips and thrust me deep into her mouth. My meager cock slammed towards the back of her throat again and again as I desperately tried to hold my load while she face-fucked herself with my rod.

"Oh God! Babe, please!" I howled on the verge of exploding in her mouth.
At the last possible moment she pushed me away, my engorged prick soaked with her saliva finally leaving the welcoming confines of her silky mouth.

"Go get your cage, I want to watch you put it on." She ordered, pointing towards the bathroom where I'd left my cage on Friday night.

Pre-cum dribbled from the head of my tortured cock as I breathlessly wobbled towards the restroom to retrieve my device.

I returned with all the pieces quickly, but had to wait for my erection to subside. The wait was made no easier by my wife who started emotionless at my slowly wilting manhood, arms crossed, waiting for it to shrink back to its pathetic limp size. She made no bones about reminding me how pathetic and sad my performance was while she waited.

Eventually I became limp enough to fit the cage and get it locked up again properly.

After the lock clicked and I was sealed once more my wife's face changed again, as a wide, mischievous smile creeped across her lips. She beckoned me back over, lifted my cage with her thumb and forefinger, and started sucking and licking my aching balls. I LOVE having my balls played with! It was the one thing that turned me on more than anything else, and my wife damn well knew it.

I groaned deeply as the torturous pleasure continued. "I love watching you strain inside that thing." She said after letting one testicle fall from her mouth before moving on to the other.

After several brutal minutes of this excruciating treatment, she finally sat back. "Go make the bed, I need to sleep." She casually commanded me.

I once again did as I was told, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight. My blue balls have never ached so badly in my life, and I couldn't be more satisfyingly frustrated.