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The mysterious parcel had arrived. Not mysterious to me, of course. I knew well ahead of its content when I made the online purchase. But mysterious to my then-girlfriend. She knew it had arrived, she knew it was addressed towards me, and she knew I was rather lip-sealed about it. And for the time being, I intend to keep things that way. After all, the content was very much meant to be for my entertainment first. I wanted to gain some experience and then decide if I would get her involved or not. But alas, no plan set into action remains uns**thed by the unforgiving claws of reality.
Returning from work earlier than my significant other, I went to receive my parcel, got home, and unpacked it. There it was in its synthetic glory: my very own chastity device. I lost no time and pulled off my pants to install it. Some ‘instructional videos’ had given me a pretty good idea on what to expect and how to proceed. Still, excitement put a larger-than-need-be obstacle in my way. But even a tight fit is still a fit and I eventually managed to install the cage as intended. This particular model does not come with a padlock, so there is no audible click when closing it. Turning the key was still highly satisfactory and I looked down on the result with content.
Time for some experimentation. Comfortable wear? Not quite, but I felt like I could get used to it. Revealing print on the trousers? None to speak of. Going on the toilet? Well, that is a story in and of itself.
I thought I was done for the day with my new toy and would conclude with a shower, then take it off and carry on another day.
Enter the girlfriend.
Curious by nature and suspicious of my clandestine behaviour over the consignment and its content, she could not help but inquire about it. There she lay on my stomach and tried to put the Spanish Inquisition to shame.
‘Can you leash someone with it?’
‘Well, I suppose you could …’
‘Is it a cock ring?’
‘Uhm, not quite.’
‘Is it a chastity belt?’
Spot on. Devious little thing. I hesitated a bit before confirming. Her grin went from ear to ear and a demonic gleam appeared in her eyes.
‘Where is it? Are you wearing it now? No? Why not?’
I mentioned the increased maintenance in the bathroom. Besides, there is absolutely no way to wear it discretely together with your birthday-suit. Rather unfortunate if you intend to take a shower with your partner and keep a certain secret.
‘Put it on.’
Grinning, fingers drumming on my belly, she looked a bit like a predator ready to pounce. I felt a bit steamrolled: according to my plan, we would first establish rules, boundaries, and protocols. If I would have decided to let her participate, that is.
‘Come on, put it on.’
‘Why? What’s in for me?’
I still intended to keep this my game, my play. For the moment.
‘Just consider that I have given you way more orgasms lately than you have given me.’
Fine selling point. Or the fluid that used to supply my brain simply went elsewhere for a second. Arguably, she had offered some good stress relief on numerous occasions preceding this event and I had not returned the favour adequately. I may add, she drew significant pleasure from this; it simply did not always end in her having a climax.
So I caved in. I went to install the cage once again and found the displaced fluid indeed elsewhere. With experience previously gained (at least that part of the plan checked out) and an ice pack, I managed to drive it back to where it belonged. The device sat firmly in place. I presented myself partially undressed and got onto our bed. She joined me with equally less attire on her and started studying the toy.
‘Can you pee in it? Can you have an orgasm in it? Are you going to wear it at work?’
The inquisition was back in session. Intrigue drove her to look up male chastity devices on her phone and barrage me with a number of questions regarding models, sizes, variations, and so on. She undressed completely and changed to a more physical mode of investigation.
‘So, is it tight in there?’
‘A bit, yes’
‘And if I do this?’
‘Uh...’
What drumming on the appliance with her fingernails could not accomplish, a warm embrace by her lips certainly could. Comfortable wear? Well.
‘Come, let’s take a bath.’
Feel the claws of reality, shower-plan.
Now I should mention that in contrast to taking a shower, a joint bath was much more often a prelude to sex to us. I attribute it to the abundance of body contact and the quite revealing posture when seated opposed to each other.
I lost the rest of my garments on the way to the bathroom and we immersed ourselves in hot water. Well aware of the effect, she parted her legs as far as the confined space of the bath tub allowed. There she sat: Facial expression tense from arousal, her full breasts lifting in and out of the water at the pace of her heavy breath, and both sets of lips hospitably opened.
The desire we felt for each other was unambiguously clear; given other circumstances, our bodies would have moulded into one in less than a split-second. Instead, we went into unspoken agreement to savour the situation and see where it led us.
At the very least, it led one of her feet to land on the cage. Applying a circular motion, she forced a long sigh out of me while I struggled to expand deeper into the captivity of the device. We exchanged a few more words, but being preoccupied like this, I hardly recall what was being said. I trust the reader to be forgiving.
‘I could not find your chastity belt among the models I saw earlier. You made a good choice. Looking good on you.’
‘Thank you’
‘Speaking of looks: I think I can do better. Hold on.’
She stood up to reach for her shaving kit and meticulously removed any hair that would obstruct the view on the treasure between her thighs. A sight she very well knew would not fail to have an effect on me.
After she had finished, we dried ourselves off and went to the bed. I noticed on the way that the chastity device stood now considerably apart from my body, supported by something that would otherwise be a full-grown erection. What would usually be meant to pleasure myself and others submitted to its prison and made the cage feel like it consisted of tightness, and frustration. But also lust, and anticipation. Sweet agony.
We started to make out heavily in bed, touching each other wherever it was possible to be touched. After a while, she moved her head slowly down towards the device and started licking it. She then proceeded to lick everything surrounded but not covered by it. Not a spot that was not spared. A moment later, she gave me a deep look into the eyes as she enveloped the cage with her breasts. I moaned as the cage sought to distance itself further from my body.
‘If it were possible, I would have you enter me with that thing on,’ she said as she caressed me with her stiff nipple through one of the recesses. She suddenly stopped and got on all fours.
‘Come and spank me. I know how much you like it,’ she said grinning. An offer I would never turn down, so I spanked her thoroughly for a bit.
‘That does not make you a credible authority,’ she chuckled after a while pointing between my legs. I slapped her bottom two more times in response before she got up and produced her most favourite vibrator. Legs apart and making sure I had the best possible view on her already amply flowing juices, she started to pleasure herself. Unable to do anything else I made myself comfortable on the bed, took the cage in my hand and started to shake it.
‘This does not actually do anything to me,’ I said after a while. ‘It just gets me more aroused.’
She stopped short before she climaxed, took the key to the chastity device from the night stand and lubed it in her liquid lust.
‘We do not want the lock to block, do we? That would be such a pity. Go unlock yourself,’ she said as she handed me the key. I gladly obliged her and freed myself. The moment the cage came off, she helped herself on me and started to ride me ferociously. It was most obvious that neither of us would last long.
‘Tomorrow you are going to locked up before you go to work. I am going to touch and pleasure myself wherever and whenever I can and let you know about it. And there is nothing you will be able to do.’
The very moment she finished the last sentence, I erupted violently in her while she was shaking from her own climax.
Returning from work earlier than my significant other, I went to receive my parcel, got home, and unpacked it. There it was in its synthetic glory: my very own chastity device. I lost no time and pulled off my pants to install it. Some ‘instructional videos’ had given me a pretty good idea on what to expect and how to proceed. Still, excitement put a larger-than-need-be obstacle in my way. But even a tight fit is still a fit and I eventually managed to install the cage as intended. This particular model does not come with a padlock, so there is no audible click when closing it. Turning the key was still highly satisfactory and I looked down on the result with content.
Time for some experimentation. Comfortable wear? Not quite, but I felt like I could get used to it. Revealing print on the trousers? None to speak of. Going on the toilet? Well, that is a story in and of itself.
I thought I was done for the day with my new toy and would conclude with a shower, then take it off and carry on another day.
Enter the girlfriend.
Curious by nature and suspicious of my clandestine behaviour over the consignment and its content, she could not help but inquire about it. There she lay on my stomach and tried to put the Spanish Inquisition to shame.
‘Can you leash someone with it?’
‘Well, I suppose you could …’
‘Is it a cock ring?’
‘Uhm, not quite.’
‘Is it a chastity belt?’
Spot on. Devious little thing. I hesitated a bit before confirming. Her grin went from ear to ear and a demonic gleam appeared in her eyes.
‘Where is it? Are you wearing it now? No? Why not?’
I mentioned the increased maintenance in the bathroom. Besides, there is absolutely no way to wear it discretely together with your birthday-suit. Rather unfortunate if you intend to take a shower with your partner and keep a certain secret.
‘Put it on.’
Grinning, fingers drumming on my belly, she looked a bit like a predator ready to pounce. I felt a bit steamrolled: according to my plan, we would first establish rules, boundaries, and protocols. If I would have decided to let her participate, that is.
‘Come on, put it on.’
‘Why? What’s in for me?’
I still intended to keep this my game, my play. For the moment.
‘Just consider that I have given you way more orgasms lately than you have given me.’
Fine selling point. Or the fluid that used to supply my brain simply went elsewhere for a second. Arguably, she had offered some good stress relief on numerous occasions preceding this event and I had not returned the favour adequately. I may add, she drew significant pleasure from this; it simply did not always end in her having a climax.
So I caved in. I went to install the cage once again and found the displaced fluid indeed elsewhere. With experience previously gained (at least that part of the plan checked out) and an ice pack, I managed to drive it back to where it belonged. The device sat firmly in place. I presented myself partially undressed and got onto our bed. She joined me with equally less attire on her and started studying the toy.
‘Can you pee in it? Can you have an orgasm in it? Are you going to wear it at work?’
The inquisition was back in session. Intrigue drove her to look up male chastity devices on her phone and barrage me with a number of questions regarding models, sizes, variations, and so on. She undressed completely and changed to a more physical mode of investigation.
‘So, is it tight in there?’
‘A bit, yes’
‘And if I do this?’
‘Uh...’
What drumming on the appliance with her fingernails could not accomplish, a warm embrace by her lips certainly could. Comfortable wear? Well.
‘Come, let’s take a bath.’
Feel the claws of reality, shower-plan.
Now I should mention that in contrast to taking a shower, a joint bath was much more often a prelude to sex to us. I attribute it to the abundance of body contact and the quite revealing posture when seated opposed to each other.
I lost the rest of my garments on the way to the bathroom and we immersed ourselves in hot water. Well aware of the effect, she parted her legs as far as the confined space of the bath tub allowed. There she sat: Facial expression tense from arousal, her full breasts lifting in and out of the water at the pace of her heavy breath, and both sets of lips hospitably opened.
The desire we felt for each other was unambiguously clear; given other circumstances, our bodies would have moulded into one in less than a split-second. Instead, we went into unspoken agreement to savour the situation and see where it led us.
At the very least, it led one of her feet to land on the cage. Applying a circular motion, she forced a long sigh out of me while I struggled to expand deeper into the captivity of the device. We exchanged a few more words, but being preoccupied like this, I hardly recall what was being said. I trust the reader to be forgiving.
‘I could not find your chastity belt among the models I saw earlier. You made a good choice. Looking good on you.’
‘Thank you’
‘Speaking of looks: I think I can do better. Hold on.’
She stood up to reach for her shaving kit and meticulously removed any hair that would obstruct the view on the treasure between her thighs. A sight she very well knew would not fail to have an effect on me.
After she had finished, we dried ourselves off and went to the bed. I noticed on the way that the chastity device stood now considerably apart from my body, supported by something that would otherwise be a full-grown erection. What would usually be meant to pleasure myself and others submitted to its prison and made the cage feel like it consisted of tightness, and frustration. But also lust, and anticipation. Sweet agony.
We started to make out heavily in bed, touching each other wherever it was possible to be touched. After a while, she moved her head slowly down towards the device and started licking it. She then proceeded to lick everything surrounded but not covered by it. Not a spot that was not spared. A moment later, she gave me a deep look into the eyes as she enveloped the cage with her breasts. I moaned as the cage sought to distance itself further from my body.
‘If it were possible, I would have you enter me with that thing on,’ she said as she caressed me with her stiff nipple through one of the recesses. She suddenly stopped and got on all fours.
‘Come and spank me. I know how much you like it,’ she said grinning. An offer I would never turn down, so I spanked her thoroughly for a bit.
‘That does not make you a credible authority,’ she chuckled after a while pointing between my legs. I slapped her bottom two more times in response before she got up and produced her most favourite vibrator. Legs apart and making sure I had the best possible view on her already amply flowing juices, she started to pleasure herself. Unable to do anything else I made myself comfortable on the bed, took the cage in my hand and started to shake it.
‘This does not actually do anything to me,’ I said after a while. ‘It just gets me more aroused.’
She stopped short before she climaxed, took the key to the chastity device from the night stand and lubed it in her liquid lust.
‘We do not want the lock to block, do we? That would be such a pity. Go unlock yourself,’ she said as she handed me the key. I gladly obliged her and freed myself. The moment the cage came off, she helped herself on me and started to ride me ferociously. It was most obvious that neither of us would last long.
‘Tomorrow you are going to locked up before you go to work. I am going to touch and pleasure myself wherever and whenever I can and let you know about it. And there is nothing you will be able to do.’
The very moment she finished the last sentence, I erupted violently in her while she was shaking from her own climax.
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