My Wife and I Agree: A Cock Cage Is The Solution!

This journal contains 100% real accounts of our sexual adventures. Enjoy!

We are a happily married couple in the USA, I'm in my 40s, she is in her 30s. After my first few days locked up last August/September, then a long hiatus, then a week-long lockup this winter, we recently decided that she should try locking me up 24x7 again, for a multitude of reasons. First, I'm a chronic masturbator with a raging love for porn, often to the point where it interferes with my work and other duties. Second, I am far more attentive to her needs when I'm locked consistently and continually desperate for even so much as a ruined orgasm from inside my cage. Third, every year when the spring weather gets warm, my libido suddenly becomes unmanageably high and I lose all self control. She also says the sight of a padlock on my package is super hot. That last reason alone is more than enough for me to happily hand over control of my orgasms indefinitely. I love her so much, and I'm utterly thrilled that my being in a cage now excites her. Hell, I would be happy even if she merely tolerated this kink of mine with ill-concealed disgust.

I have long been interested in many femdom-related kinks, including chastity, but it wasn't until last summer that we tried a cock cage. I knew that my chastity would be quite a sweet deal for her...getting regular massages and oral sex on demand, lots more housework out of me, and so forth. However, I didn't realize just how much I would enjoy it. I'm naturally submissive, so that part of it was naturally appealing. But, what I didn't know was that I'd feel so sexually fulfilled by being repeatedly edged, denied orgasm, and locked back up, all while she enjoys frequent orgasms. It's almost scary how much I enjoy the aspect of my tease/denial coupled with her getting off whenever she wants, however she wants. Half of me wants her to lock me up for month or two and require multiple long edging sessions every day. Ok, fine, maybe more than half of me wants that...

So, last Saturday afternoon, we were doing a few things around the house. It had been several weeks since we even talked about chastity, having last worn my cage for a week straight in January. She randomly approached me from behind for a quick flirt, briefly brushing against me with a tender kiss on the neck. She then reached down to check me for a butt plug, as I am sometimes randomly wearing one in secret (usually with the goal of flashing her with it at some point in the day, preferably in public or when a guest is in the house). There was no plug to be found in my ass that day, and so she chuckled and noted, "No plug?" She then grabbed at my cock and asked, "No cage, either?" A devious smile inched across her face as I bashfully said, "no, not today." She paused for a moment, then pointedly said, "Go put them on, whore." Fuck, those words from her mouth, out of the blue, instantly ignited my libido. I obliged and was back downstairs in a flash, caged and plugged for her, and then at her request dropping my pants to show my compliance. "Mmm, what a good slut!" she praised, and we simply got back to our Saturday activities. My whore hole was now being continually held open by a clear glass plug 2.4 inches wide, my cock was cramped inside an iron cage under threat of testicular pain...and my wife was enjoying the weekend, as serene and content as can be.

Right as she was locking me up back in January, I asked her, "how many weeks until I get out?" (my not-so-subtle signaling of my preferred duration ballpark). She answered, "One." She also added that there would be the possibility of a single orgasm around day three or four if I had been well-behaved. But, this time around, she gave me no duration plan at all, and merely told me to lock up. I'm guessing it will be maybe a few weeks this time? I have no good idea, and I'm a little afraid to ask, to be honest. I think this actually may be better, not knowing the duration. I need to be careful not to annoy her with too much begging in such an arrangement. Does it make me a perfect chastity slut that I secretly hope she locks me until summer or perhaps just loses the key? I have hinted many times that I'm ready to try enduring a very long and strict lockup...maybe I've dug my own grave with those hints. I'm simultaneously feeling dread and arousal over the possibilities.

Yesterday, during my workday she walked by while doing laundry. One quick glance at her legs in tight black pants caused an ocean of lust to ripple through my whole body and being, and like some kind of malfunctioning sex automaton I immediately found myself in the laundry room, my cage pressed against her, my slut mouth begging to be allowed to masturbate. She declined, and I responded, "yes, mistress" and went back to work. A few minutes later I was unable to contain my sexual energy, and I pushed my luck and texted her as she rested upstairs. I again asked politely for release, this time even offering to swallow my cum as tribute. She thought for a bit, and then graciously agreed to allow me to ejaculate, with a few conditions. She was now relaxing on her bed, so I was told to sit in my home office, watch cuckold porn and think about her getting fucked by a stranger, masturbate with my cage on, shoot my load onto the desk, and text her a photo of it. I thanked her profusely, retreated to my office, and about 5 minutes later sent her a photo of a massive pool of fresh cum on my desk just below my dripping cock, still straining and bulging in its unyielding metal home. She had not required it of me, but that load ended up sliding down my cumslut throat moments after sending the photo. Only when I'm at absolute maximum desperation and arousal do I find myself semi-consciously proposing to swallow my own load for her. It's something I hope she trains me to do more of, though it's clearly not that interesting to her. However, it is a bit of a turn on to think of every one of my loads going right into my mouth while she ignores my depravity. I certainly don't need her to get off on my inner cumslut self, I simply need that self to exist and act out re.

Last night, I awoke suddenly, aroused inside my metal enclosure, again. She said it sounded like I was having an orgasm in my dreams just then. I sadly could not recall any sex dreams, but I was indeed engorged and being crushed by an intense need to jack off. So, I begged her to unlock me and let me jerk off a little bit, promising her I would not cum. She agreed, handed me the key, giving me no specific time parameters on this edging session. I rushed to unlock and began furiously stroking my hard cock, not knowing if she would have me edge for ten seconds or for an hour. I must have reached the edge in only ten seconds or so. She looked at her phone a while, reading and texting, occasionally calling me a slut or a whore. Under my heavy panting I coyly asked, "what happens if I accidentally cum right now?" Her response was immediate and automatic: "Two more weeks with no cumming." Upon hearing that while on edge, I seriously contemplated shooting a big, beautiful load all over myself right then and there. I decided against it in hopes of possible rewards I might be granted in the coming days in return for refraining from ejaculation now. After about fifteen minutes of edging, feeling my balls swell with anticipation of release, a stream of precum running down my shaft...my wife silently handed me the key, and that was that. As per usual I scooped up all the precum with my fingers and hungrily licked them clean. A few minutes later I was flaccid and caged again, falling asleep next to my beautiful wife.

Side note: I'm starting to think that going forward, whenever she offers me any kind of orgasm, I should respond by first asking if she would instead reconsider and lock me up longer instead of granting me a release. It just feels the correct thing for a caged slave to do: argue for denial of his granted releases. I suppose this way I will find out when she truly feels that I deserve something, and insists. She's sometimes worried that she is being too harsh on me with her demands, and this will be a way to ensure her that I'm absolutely fine (so to speak) with even more denial and waiting. We shall see how this pans out...probably quite badly for my cock and swollen balls!

And here I am today, restarting this blog, sitting in my home office caged up, balls aching against my seat: my new normal. Just recounting and writing all this has me in a sexual fit yet again, so I'm now off to ask her for a little playtime.

Update: she says "yeah, maybe I'll have you edge in a bit. But get back to work for now." My brain says, "fuck yes!" and my balls say, "fuck!".

 

Update:

Today I did my best to treat my wife, my Queen, as best I could. She took notice a few times, even mentioning how I was working so hard for the possibility of a little future pleasure. When we got to bed she browsed Netflix and asked what to "put on in the background" which perked my ears...hmm, was I about to be allowed some form of pleasure? Maybe get to watch her masturbate? A quick blowjob tease? Vibrator against my cage and balls? I was in such a state of devotion that I would have been happy with just a single slap of my limp cock.

She picked a movie (Training Day) and we began to watch. She occasionally reached over and played with my cage and balls a bit, saying, "just checking if you still have balls, you little bitch." She briefly scolded me for trying to pull my pants off during the first of these short, casual teases. After a few of those, she stopped teasing me, seemed tired and wanting to zone out to the movie.

About 20 minutes later she abruptly turned away from the movie and grabbed her favorite vibrator. There's a scene in which Denzel's character mentions a group of men "running a train on your girlfriend" which instantly made this cuckold slut grin, my imaginination on fucking fire. Unsurprisingly, her sudden interest in her vibrator was just after this scene.

She browsed her favorite porn and moaned to her vibrator while I watched, rubbing my swollen balls and caged dick which was throbbing and bursting from between my cage rings. A few minutes later she tossed me the key and said I could edge myself. I unlocked and we both watched my eager cock quickly spring out and become rock hard in mere seconds. I felt so much relief and gratitude as I grasped my warm stiff cock and began to work myself good, aiming straight towards the point of orgasm.

I rode the edge fairly well, though not my best work...it was very difficult with all her moaning in pleasure. My Queen flashed the porn on her phone at me a couple times. After maybe 15 minutes of this, she said, "I need you to put a condom on now." A few moments later I was in absolute heaven, fucking her missionary.

She increasingly demanded I pound her harder and harder...knowing exactly how that kind of talk makes me explode. I had to take a couple small breaks to avoid going over the edge. She flipped over and fucked me doggystyle, our mutual favorite. Every time I looked down and saw my condom-wrapped cock piercing into her wet pussy, I couldn't help but imagining it was another man fucking her in front of me. For this reason, I really had to avoid looking down at the terrific sex I was being allowed to participate in, I had to tune out from my fantasies...it felt like I was on edge with every thrust. Too much gazing at her cock-filled pussy filled would have surely made this a short session followed by perhaps some bad consequences for me.

At one point during some very hard doggystyle I asked her, "do I fuck you better while caged up like this?" Between moans she gasped, "yes!" I asked her, "a lot better?" "So much better!” she replied. I told her, "well, I guess I'm fucked then!" She didn't respond, only smiled and ordered some deeper dicking. I now knew this was going to be the new normal. Why would she ever go back to a "so much worse" version of her husband's sex?

We fucked a while more before she said the delightful words, "you can cum outside of me, into your slutty condom." I had decided earlier today that my first response to any of her offers of pleasure or release should always be me begging for more time in my cage, more time before release. Amidst deep penetrations of her wet pussy, I responded, "please keep me locked longer, please don't let me cum yet, I don't deserve it." Visibly shocked at my proposed self-denial, she assured me, "it's OK, whore, you deserve it." I was so worked up on edge that I again offered to refrain, pleading that it would be best for me to remain in this heightened state of devotion to her. I could see on her face that my reasoning made total sense to her, she smiled and just slid right back into enjoying my hard cock, eyes closed and fully in la la land...hopefully imagining her ideal bull.

She let me take a break for about five minutes, she vibed herself some more, before another short round of incredibly satisfying doggystyle. She tried hard to push me over the edge but I resisted just well enough. We were soon exhausted, my balls were so sore from all the edging and slapping into her, the ache overcame my erection, so we fell back on our pillows and finally relaxed. I thanked her for allowing me to penetrate her. She said she couldn't believe I begged her to reconsider letting me cum. I said I really couldn't believe it either, being offered and then refusing what was sure to be a thrillingly huge ejaculation. She even had called me a cumslut a bit earlier during dirty talk...I wondered, was she intending to have me cum in that condom and then pour it into my mouth? Fuck, I may have missed some cumslut training!

She left to grab some water and I locked myself back into the cage. She soon fell asleep and I started writing this post. Writing here and recounting tonight's hottest moments meant an additional round of straining against the inside of my cage, but why not...I think this was the best night of sex in my life thus far. Maybe I'll do her even prouder and go fall asleep to the sound of cuckold/chastity hypnosis porn.

My balls, now even more swollen, all thanks to my gracious Queen:

 

I am beyond thrilled to be in this arrangement. The further we go, the more she seems to be falling in love with it, perhaps it will become our new status quo.

We got started last summer when we bought our first cage. We have a long history of dom/sub play in both directions, and we had each occasionally mentioned chastity cages as a curiosity. Eventually my uncontrollable libido became a real daily problem, and so I decided to order a cage and ask her to lock me up, hoping it would curtail my runaway sex drive. It did that to some degree, but also came with all the other benefits that neither of us had realized would be so apparent.

My wife now loves to chat with me about which of our friends we think is most likely in chastity, or has been. She even mentions how she should suggest it to her female friends that have cocky husbands/boyfriends.

Thanks for the reply!

 

Yep, I only meant curtail as in...freeing up all the time I would normally be wasting jerking off to porn late at night. It had become a major issue, I would be up until 3am and be a tired wreck all the next day. Neither of us are interested in reducing my desires, so edging is perfect. And now I'm focused so much on her pleasure, too. She mentioned this morning that she wished we had started this years ago...and I have to agree. It's exhilarating!

 

Update:

I underestimated the depth of last night's edging session. I'm aching so hard this morning.

My Queen said she was going shopping for a while. I playfully encouraged her, "Have fun, I hope you see a few cute guys...maybe even a flirt?" She smiled wide and responded, "Mmm, yeah, hopefully!”

We have only recently discussed my cuckold fetish in any detail. Last year sometime I had mentioned it was one category of porn I frequented. She had never heard that term but was curious about my interest in it.

This week she randomly mentioned how hot it is that I get off to the thought of her fucking another man. Was she conditioning me to eventually trying this for real? We talked about it, and both had some reservations. She told me if we ever played with another man, it would have to be a stranger, and ideally take place somewhere far from our city. The fact she initiated this conversation and continued with her conditions...clearly she wants it. My cock throbbed incredibly hard at her obvious interest.

Its surreal how I've come full circle... Early in our relationship I was a jealous mess, insecure and distrusting, hating to hear any mention of her past lovers. A few of them are still close friends of hers, and so I had to overcome these emotions fast or live in constant jealousy. Now, I'm literally planning how to help her fuck another man. I'm still very nervous about it, but would agree to it with the right person and circumstance.

Just texted with my Queen on her shopping trip. I asked if any guys had been checking her out (she is very busty and has amazing legs and smile). She replied, "The guys at the gas station. They couldn't have been more obvious about it." And drip drip drip went my locked dick yet again...

 

Update:

Today Queen was resting in her bed while I worked in my office, and she texted me that she would be picking out some panties tonight for me to order. OMG, I'm reeling with excitement to see what she wants to view me in. Or perhaps it's what she wants others to see me in. I'm not 100% sure.

We have been looking for a bigger house lately. She sent a link to a house listing she liked, and texted, "So much yard privacy with those trees. I'd make you walk around naked with your cock cage on, and some lacey panties, maybe a ball gag..." Unnngh those waves of lust again... I instinctively snapped this photo and sent it to her, to show my interest:



I asked earlier this morning if I would be allowed out today for edging or whatever she wanted. She said, "we'll see how the day goes." It's almost dinner time now and I think I have been quite good today, but perhaps I'm mistaken. It's been only occasional teasing the rest of the day, no further talk of being granted anything at all. I must continue to serve patiently with full trust and no expectations.

My cramped dick, my edged-for-days balls, and my whole subconscious are all screaming to me that I must work diligently to please her, in all the ways she wants, and more.

 

Update:

Queen is now asleep for the night. I earned no play today, nor was I edged. I'm hoping and dreading she'll do another 3am wake up and edge session. Perhaps I'll be allowed more fun as well. Or perhaps I still have days left before anything pleasurable comes my way. It matters not: my unknown next orgasm is at best an ancillary concern for her...as it should be.

 

Yep, before chastity I was a complete porn whore, sometimes masturbating for over four hours, often three orgasms per day. Pathetic and a waste of valuable time indeed!

 

Update:

Queen had me do a bunch of vacuuming this morning, wearing a skimpy white thong with a diamond heart pendant hanging from one side of the waistband, my caged package scarcely half covered. She watched from the couch, thoroughly enjoying the latte I had made her, and perhaps only slightly pleased with my slutty maid work. The large front window curtains were all pulled aside: I was in plain view of 3-4 houses just across the street, and about 60 apartments in a 12-story building on the next block.

I realized just how many apartments over there had line of sight to us. I fell into a quick daydream fantasy/idea for a surprise gift to my Queen. I could anonymously ship a pair of binoculars to each apartment with line of sight to our house, with a mysterious note containing only a date, a time, and a direction to look. Then I would simply gift my Queen a note describing the anonymous mailings and chosen date and time, and ask her to have me put on whatever kind of show she sees fit. I could only hope that such a sight might sexually inspire a few of those voyeurs.

Today in the afternoon she granted me 10 minutes of edging alone in the basement with whatever porn I chose. We had a guest in the house at the time, too, which of course magnified my arousal. I ended up watching a hotwife suck a big cock, and finished on a compilation of femdom handjob cumshots. The edge felt super razor thin today, very sensitive. I have never in my life expelled that much precum in 10 minutes... I must have swallowed about a dozen fingerfuls wiped from throbbing glans (pictured below was the first of them). By the time I had swallowed one precum stream, another was almost ready to be scooped up...it was unreal and unforgettable. God, I truly love the taste of my precum, and that was easily 10x larger that any amount I've ever swallowed at once. Queen is so very good to me.




I iced my swollen clit down and caged back up, returning her key promptly. She asked, "well, do you feel better or worse?" with a knowing smile. I paused, searching for response, then simply nodded, "yes, Queen, thank you."

And now back to work until we have a few more guests tonight for dinner. My Queen has instructed me that I must always keep my thong back and waistband exposed above my pants, but can be barely covered by my shirt. In other words, slutty panties should always be just a slight bend at the waist away from being in plain sight. I'm assuming at some point tonight she'll have me try to "accidentally" reveal to our friends. I'm totally unsure what kind of reaction that might illicit. Will they quietly blush and later gossip about it on their way home? Or will my Queen order me to undress and present myself fully to them? Fuck, I would be so aroused and embarrassed by that. Just the possibility will likely keep my cock dripping with precum during the entire party.

I look forward to every moment in service of Queen.

 

No worries, no bubble was burst. I can't say I find anything morally wrong with being visible in my underwear doing housework. Thanks for the comment, though!

 

Update:

The small dinner party we hosted last night was so much fun! As instructed, I kept my white thong back above my jeans, and tried to make it visible to our guests on a couple occasions. I can only hope one of them caught a glimpse. Funny how they would just be seeing the tip of our fetish iceberg...

I refilled Queen's wine when she was low, served the food to the guests, and cleaned up afterwards. We all sat outside and chatted after dinner, hoping the stars would eventually poke through the cloud cover. At one point I caught one guest glancing at Queen's ample chest. I can't blame him, her tits are amazing. I wondered what his reaction would be if I had then whispered to him, "you wanna come upstairs and titty fuck her later?" Having that thought made my cage suddenly shrink.

After several hours of good drinks and great conversation, everyone left, and we decided to watch some TV on the couch. Queen got all comfortable on the chaise and had me fetch her a blanket and a refilled drink. She had me strip down to just cage and thong, and lay on my side on the couch with my ass on display for her. She talked a bit about how much she was really enjoying my panty-wearing, far more than she ever thought she would. I could only hope it might earn me some pleasure someday.

At one point I asked when I might earn ejaculation. She said, "hard to say, could be three days or three weeks." Without thought I replied, "please, Queen, at least three weeks." She laughed and simply called me a whore. I massaged her thoroughly as usual and then we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke at 5am thinking I should prep some coffee/breakfast for her before she awakens. I craved giving her surprise morning oral sex as well, but gone are the days when it was acceptable for me to wake her up with my tongue without permission. Instead I now must politely request to be granted the privilege of tasting her sweet pussy.

Weekends are the best: I have no commitments at all outside of the work week, and so I can be put to use around the clock. I will happily spend my entire weekend on chores and anything else she wants. Queen is so kind to allow me to clean her house, I love her deeply.

 

Update:

I could write a book about today, but I'm spent and can only write a summary before I pass out.

Today I served Queen so well all day, chores and cooking and fetching her things. She is absolutely loving this arrangement. This evening she warned me to be careful treating her so well in chastity, lest she lock me for life.

This evening she had me massage her feet and legs while she told me her plans to get us started doing paid online sex chat and camming. I said, "sounds like a nice first step towards someday cuckolding me for real." She nodded yes.

I had done so well all day that Queen said I could be let out for 10 minutes of edging next to her while she ignored me. I bursted out of my cage and grabbed my cock and stroked myself silly. I was floating into subspace during this edge, it was really nice. All of the sudden I hear, "three minutes left. I'll let you cum under one condition: you shoot it into your slutty mouth." Without thought or hesitation I assumed the position. Seconds later I was releasing five days worth of edging, hungrily catching multiple ropes of cum on my face and open cumwhore mouth. I waited for the last drops and I then swallowed my prize as I looked in her eyes with pure appreciation.

I've never felt so slutty and spent.

 

Hard to say but I'm guessing nobody noticed. Surely next time I will be made to try harder.

Oh, and more new panties arrive today! I hope Queen lets me post some pics here later.