“That chastity cage is permanent now. It’ll only come off when I unlock it and that’ll be bloody rare.”
We’re done with this. That chastity cage is permanent now. It’ll only come off when I unlock it and that’ll be bloody rare.
I don’t care what you think, that’s my cock, and don’t you touch it without my permission. It’s for my pleasure, not your selfish enjoyment.
Whilst I wish my wife would dress like this from time to time, I can only dream instead. This picture is perfect to me. A firm, no-nonsense approach to chastity. That said, however:
My wife does seem to like to take ‘ownership’ of my cock, and even refers to me as a whole as ‘her property’ or ‘her plaything’. Heck, she nicknames me her ‘slushy puppy’ – when she’s often finished playing, I’m her ‘mushy puppy’ because she’s fried my brain with a long edging session, or something else that puts me into a babbling, incoherent state.
I’m here and locked for her amusement, not my own selfish needs. It’s well-known I would masturbate frequently for various reasons, and with us having introduced chastity to our marriage it’s changed things massively.
Sure, we loved each other before, even during the ‘dead bedroom’ days but chastity has given us new lease of life in the bedroom department, extending outwards to our home life too – she often requests a ‘servant night’ where I am basically her slave for as long as she needs. Being post-menopause, not a lot of it is sexual for her – her desires are lower, but she delights more in tormenting me afterwards as “a reward”.
I’m pleased to serve her in these times, and even outside of them. Now we’ve established a collar as a means of defining more accurately my slave-like position at times, I’m much more aware of serving her in any way possible.
Not that this would change any chance of unlocking, which, as per the caption, is “bloody rare”. A delight when it happens, but it’s random nature means I never know when the next time is. It could be tonight, next week, next month. I just simply do not know.
And I love it!