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- Jan 1970
DAY ONE My hands are trembling. I’m also completely bare, standing right in front of my wife. She’s perched on an ottoman with a stainless steel chastity cage, its lock and key in hand. I’d already slipped the 2” steel ring onto myself because getting everything through that ring in the correct sequence is tricky. If she tried to do it alone, I doubt I’d ever fit.
She studied me for a moment before saying, “I’m not really sure why you want to do this.” She adds some lube inside the cage and starts sliding it over my shaft. As I start to get hard again, she pushes me in further. Once everything is seated, she manages to slide the cage past the locking pin. It takes a bit of fiddling for her to align the holes perfectly so the lock can pass through.
Watching her slender fingers guide that polished metal into place and insert the lock creates one of the most erotic images I’ve ever seen. She succeeds in securing the lock, meets my gaze, and clicks it shut. After checking its fit by gently lifting it and moving it side to side as well as up and down, she gives a small tug. Then her eyes find mine again before her fingertips trace paths up and down my thighs. I close them. A warm, wet tongue begins tickling my balls, and I experience my first erection while locked in the chastity cage.
She pats me lightly and declares, “Ok, you’re done.” As I turn to leave and glance back at her one last time, she’s holding up the keys.