A True Males Chastity Story:-
In part I was asked to write this as an assignment for my wife that I love dearly– as she had wanted to know the story of my chastity. In part, I’ve written this with the idea of sharing it to others who may undertake the same journey that I have taken in order to make sure that the journey is a little easier. Chastity is not something that’s spoken about a lot in person, the majority of my knowledge that I started out with was through online sources. I guess, in hindsight that the reason that not a lot of people talk about it in person is the idea that you’re caging up your dick. In a sense, you’re taking away what makes you a man. That’s how some people look at it, but it’s not how I looked at it.
Today, I am in the wonderful position of having a beautiful wife who loves me in chastity, and who enthusiastically and joyfully holds the key to my chastity cage. She has the control to unlock me whenever she chooses, and she relishes the idea of not only keeping me on edge, but she enjoys the changes that have occurred in my behavior and in our relationship. It wasn’t always like this though, when I first started considering the idea of chastity, I didn’t quite know how to bring it up with my wife, and so I hid it. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t the best of moves but in my defense I wasn’t certain that it was going to be something that I enjoyed and I wanted to try it out by myself first so that I could then confidently bring it up.
Saying to your wife,
‘Hey This Is Something I Like Do You Mind If We Give It A Go’
Is A Very Different Thing To Saying
‘Hey, I Was Thinking About Trying This I Don’t Know If I’d Like It Or Not’.
It may not sound like much of a difference, but the difference to me was about confidence, and I always assumed that I was a confident person in life. I was unsure of sharing a fetish that I may or may not be into; what if we tried it and I didn’t like it and she started thinking about all the other weird things in the world that I may or may not like. It’s a whole different kettle of fish.
It began one night when my wife was asleep and I was surfing the internet for porn. I was re-watching some of my favorite porn where there was a mistress and a male slave, and as I would usually get really turned on by this idea. Watching the guys squirm under their ‘wives’ was something that was completely different to anything else that I’d watched. After going through a few videos and I must admit to lubing up and masturbating myself, I stumbled upon one where he was locked in a chastity cage. I was a little confused by this one and I momentarily lost my mojo, but I was hooked on watching it.
It was a strange fascination. She told him that he might be released if he pleased her, and there this guy was, his dick locked away in a cage, as he pleasured his mistress. Confusion turned to arousal and before long I was immensely turned on. Unlike other videos it was all centered on her, on her pleasure, and this I found to be fascinating, and alluring and all things hot. Before I knew it I was stroking to this video watching this woman orgasm again and again as a result of her man. After a few times, she appeared satisfied and I was eager to see him unleashed and to start having sex. But, she walked away and the video ended.
I completely lost it. I was so turned on by this. After that I started looking up chastity cages, why people did it, what their enjoyment was, and what kinds there were. I went through forums, and websites and guides and all sorts of things. The more I searched, the more I thought that this could be something that I was into.
It took a few weeks of research, remembering that I was hiding it from my wife and there were only certain times that I could be sure that I was surfing the internet in privacy. When I first started trying things with chastity cages,I was all alone. I eventually ordered a very simple steel cage from this site, and eagerly waited for it to arrive.
I must admit that it was confusing when I first started out though. Not only was I trying to do it without anyone noticing, but there simply were a huge mix of ring size, lengths, and so on and so forth to look over and it was simply difficult and confusing – but I persevered. The first couple of rings I got were far too generous and way too big. I didn’t know that I could measure myself up and I did it primarily by sight. Big mistake. I didn’t know at the time! I had it delivered to work so that my wife didn’t find out.
Thankfully, I worked in a small office, so I knew that my parcel would be safe. When my first one arrived I was so excited. I went to the bathroom at work and tried to put it on. I couldn’t even wait until I got home! Unfortunately though, id stuffed up and ordered the wrong ring size. I was so disappointed. In hindsight, because I’d used cock rings before id ordered a similar ring size, but what I didn’t take into account was the my cock rings were made of a stretchy material, and this being steel didn’t stretch and thus was a little too small.
Annoyed at myself because I knew I couldn’t return it I immediately went online and tried to buy another one. I was embarrassed that i’d stuffed up and so I ordered from another website. This one told me that I need to measure up, and I chastised myself for letting something so simple escape my attention. Once the new device had arrived (this one turned out to be a lot better), the time had come to truly attempt to see what chastity and not being able to masturbate was about!
When I initially began trying to wear a chastity cage, I was all alone. I found a lot of enjoyment through the act of being bolted up in my chastity device, and to be honest, I also found that there was an immense amount of erotic pleasure in hiding that from my wife. I found it difficult at times, trying to maintain that balance as to when, where and how I could wear it, because at this stage I didn’t want to get caught out. I’d start by wearing it when she wasn’t around for small periods of time at home, and then taking it off before she got back. I found this incredibly helpful in building up my confidence and mastering my self-control, instead of eagerly jerking off while she was out, I’d be stuck in my cock cage until she came back.
The rush of trying to get it off before she came in the door was always exhilarating, and interestingly I found a renewed sense of passion in the sense that I would usually attack her the minute that she walked into the door. It wasn’t always fun and games though, and while I was building up my confidence and getting more emboldened there was more that I was missing out on. It was difficult, very difficult, because I always knew which spot the keys where and it was only a simple matter of getting them and letting myself out at whatever point I felt like it. However, that defeated the purpose of it and every time I did, I’d feel guilty and shit. I’d really trained myself well on this I think.
Over the first few weeks I was always experimenting and over time I gradually became more accustomed to the feeling of the chastity cage. I’d started off with perhaps a few hours at home, so that I could get a feel of it. I’d read in some of the forums that you should gradually work your way into it, just to ensure that it was a comfortable fit and that there wasn’t any dramas in the feeling. I began wearing it out of the house for little bits at once until I felt safe – it’s quite erotic to think about the fact that no-one else knows that you’re wearing something underneath! It’s also quite scary. When I first started venturing out of the house with my device, I’d be thinking that everyone would discover my secret.
It took some logistics and cleverness to rearrange my pants, or satisfy an itch in public when wearing a chastity device. That was the key in venturing outside, it was an active effort in building up my confidence, I had to change my mentality and learn to realize that no-one was staring at me because I was wearing a chastity cage, nor could they magically see it. The frown on their face wasn’t them judging me at all, maybe they were simply having a bad day, or were deep in concentration. It’s amazing the things you notice on people’s faces when you think that the whole world is against you. It really was all in my head. The idea was confusing because I found it both arousing and scary to have my limits and boundaries stretched. But again, that nagging feeling came back in the sense that I was missing out on something. That I could take this a step further. The safety of always knowing where the key was, was comforting. But as I grew more confident, knowing where the key was became a hindrance.
So, I took it further in the only way that I knew how. With my new found confidence I began keeping myself in chastity for longer periods of time, in part to test my limits, and in part to continue pushing my levels of comfort, to continually seek that buzz. I wasn’t all that confident at first, I’d always keep a spare key in my sock in the unlikely event of an emergency. Knowing that I could feel it under my foot was both a blessing and a curse, and I alternated between keeping it in my pocket and my shoe.
In my shoe, I could feel it there and since I could feel it, I knew that I had the power to undo it at any point in time throughout the day. You can’t feel the key in your pocket, and the first few times you go out because the key is so small you feel that you’ve lost it and you freak yourself out. Eventually I started getting enough courage to take it to work. Which at first was quite distracting, but over time I’d learnt to just ignore the fact that it was there. It was actually kind of thrilling to have something there that my co-workers knew nothing about – which was strangely erotic.
My whole attitude was beginning to change. Even my wife had noticed that I was happier and more content, and we were making love like never before. Over time, with more courage and comfort I began to leave the keys at home. It began at first just for some small trips to the store, getting the groceries, at work and eventually for out of town trips – the first trip was a nightmare. But I managed it, survived and here I am! Eventually though – it became a little boring and I really wanted the sensation and feeling of not having any access to the keys at all!
Then one day, I slipped up. I had left the chastity device in my side table and she had gone through my drawer looking for a spare charger. She comes back out holding it in her hand, and she asks what it is. I’m not going to go into all the details, as there was some serious conversation, but in short I opened up. I told her that I had seen a video, that it looked like fun and that I was turned on by it. She seemed a bit shocked at first, but after telling her some of the benefits that I’d been having and the ways in which my attitude had changed, I think she calmed down.
She took it to heart in the beginning and she was a little confused and upset. She didn’t quite understand the idea of locking up someone in a cage and what this meant. I offered to talk things through with her but she gently refused, saying that she was a little upset and confused about why Ididn’t tell her before. In hindsight, I was freaking out about the idea that she didn’t like chastity and the discussion was centered on this. As such, I was missing her point where she felt upset because I didn’t tell her, and instead she had to find out herself.
She took a few days to calm down, I’d given her a few websites that she could look up and asked her to go an adult shop, which she did, and then one day she just came along and said
‘I’d Like You To Wear This Now’
And I did. I don’t know where the keys are, I don’t think I ever will. But there is an enormous relief in her accepting this. We had some discussions about it, and the rules (she had really done her research), and I told her that I liked the idea of being dominated and from there it just, blossomed. She enjoyed it. I could tell that she was enjoying it. It was like, overnight, our relationship had changed, that we were closer and that we were more together. I think the hardest thing from this point that I had to deal with, and I’m not going to sugar coat it – but sleeping with chastity devices was both hard and painful and it took a long time for me to get used to them.
Most people have no idea just how often they get erections at night and there were numerous times when I just couldn’t take it anymore and I begged to be let out. But i wasn’t. I never was. She felt bad at first, i could tell that she did. But over time that response hardened, and grew and the guilt went away. This was the hardest part about wearing them, and getting used to this took the longest.
It’s now been several months since we started chastity together as a couple. As I’m writing this, it’s been twenty four days since my last sexual release, though my wife has enjoyed her orgasm on three separate occasions this week alone. I’m now wearing my chastity full time and I can tell that my wife is loving it, and honestly, I am too.