For those who follow me on Twitter or on Facebook, you already know that, as of last night, She has the keys to my lock. How did this happen, i've been asked.
Let me start by setting the stage. My birthday was Friday and it had been almost a month since my Wife and i had been intimate. Frustration and, quite frankly, a touch of sadness had crept into my emotions. As we watched television together, after a nice sushi dinner, i noticed an ankle bracelet around Her ankle. i didn't buy Her an ankle bracelet; it was on my list to buy for a later celebration. Intrigued, i asked where She got the jewelry. She explained that Her mother had given it to Her as a gift. All i could envision was a silver key to my chastity cage dangling from the silver ankle bracelet.
That night, She initiated, maybe as a birthday present of sorts, a night of passionate lovemaking with extended foreplay. As i nuzzled against Her neck, i began to whisper in Her ear about using my chastity device more often. She was moist. i continued to describe in vivid detail the various things She could request of me as i worked to earn freedom from the locked chastity device. She became downright wet and very sexually responsive. Maybe i had touched a nerve? Maybe the honesty was the turn on? Whatever it was, something triggered an amazing reaction in Her.
After an amazing night of sex, better than any in recent memory, i drifted off to sleep. Saturday morning, as soon as Target opened, i walked in to purchase shaving supplies and a silver padlock (all of my padlocks were gold/brass colored, which doesn't match any of Her jewelry). When She left to run errands on Saturday afternoon, i shaved and locked myself into the CB6000s. i spent the rest of the day locked, unbeknownst to Her. i wanted to tell Her all day, but i was afraid of how She might react. She worked on a project late into the evening and, because She knew i had to be awake early on Sunday to drive our son to a sports practice, She encouraged me to go to bed without Her.
Upstairs, by myself, i sat and thought about my predicament: i wanted Her to take control of my keys but i didn't want to turn Her off. i knew that this mental tug of war could go on for years - if i wanted any shot at making enforced chastity a reality, i needed to be honest with Her and ask Her to be involved. i sat and wrote a short letter to Her. The letter explained that i meant everything i said in the heat of the previous evening's lovemaking. The letter explained that, while She was free to refuse, i wanted to be locked into chastity and i wanted Her to hold the keys. When i was satisfied with the letter, i put the signed letter together with the keys on Her bathroom counter; a location She would be sure to visit before bed.
Nervously, i went to bed and turned out the lights. My cock encased in polycarbonate and secured with a padlock. The keys were sitting on Her counter - no longer in my control. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it will turn Her off and upset Her. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it will turn Her on and i will be locked away forever. My heart pounded. My pupils dilated. My throat dried. The physical reactions i was experiencing were nothing compared to the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and the butterflies that took hold as soon as i heard Her feet on the stairs.
This was it. She was coming upstairs. She certainly would go into the bathroom. i had set into motion a chain of events that no longer could be stopped. i closed my eyes and pretended to sleep; pillow positioned over my eyes. My senses fully awakened.
As Her footsteps grew louder, my pulse rate increased. She walked past the bed. i could smell Her perfume. i heard the light switch in the bathroom, then nothing. Silence. Deafening silence. Finally, i heard the clinking of keys. She must have picked them up.
After another moment of silence, She lifted the pillow. "I don't understand," She said. My heart sank. Now i was confused. What in my letter could She not understand? i softly asked, "Don't understand what?". It turns out, She was confused about why i went out and bought a new padlock. Once i explained my reasoning, She seemed to be satisfied and went back downstairs, knowing that i was laying in bed with the chastity cage locked in place. A race resumed between my mind and my pulse rate.
After about a half-hour, She returned. She turned out the lights, crawled onto my side of the bed and snuggled up next to me. She wanted a back rub. She was exploring Her newfound control and sense of authority. i obliged. As i rubbed, She began to become more and more sexually excited. After a 45 minute massage, when invited, my hands, lips and tongue began to massage Her breasts and Her inner thighs. i crawled all over Her. i explored. i nibbled on Her neck and ears. i felt like a teenager again. She whispered questions. "Doesn't it hurt?" "How does it work?" "Are you comfortable?" In response to Her commenting that She didn't always want to be in control in bed, we arrived at a compromise: She could control my cock and when it gets used but i will take control in bed as soon as She asks. Immediately upon settling on that compromise, She asked that i unlock because She wanted to feel me inside of Her.
Sounds great to me...so far.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
|"Hands off tonight. ;) The little guy is locked away for you."|
H: Looks painful. U don't have to do that. I trust u.
H: Love u
m: Actually not too uncomfortable.