Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

I’d like to open this space for us ladies to swap our teasing stories. The weekend before I headed out of town for work (I’m a flight attendant), I locked my husband in his cock cage. He wore it Saturday and Sunday with no release. On Sunday evening, I suggested he sleep in those adorable red zipper-front briefs over the device—he agreed. The following morning, while wearing nothing else himself, he ironed my work uniform and shirt for me. He also brewed coffee, prepared a light breakfast, made our bed, and tidied up both the bedroom and bathroom.

He was very compliant, likely hoping I’d let him out before departing so we could enjoy sex as usual.

After getting himself ready, he approached me to ask if there was anything else. I slowly undressed right in front of him, watching his cock swell within its cage. I instructed him to keep his eyes shut until further notice. Then, I unzipped those red briefs and pulled the entire device—cage and testicles—out from underneath them. He made soft noises as I stroked his balls.

Next, I attached a short chain to the end of the cock cage and used it to guide him toward the corner by the bed. I rubbed his chest and the skin around his groin. At this point, he was fairly certain we were about to get intimate, assuming he would be freed to penetrate me.

Instead, I took the other end of that short chain and secured the cage to the bedpost. I told him he could open his eyes now. I walked away, leaving him standing there for almost two hours while I watched my back as I showered, styled my hair, and applied makeup.

I returned to the bed and had him massage lotion over my whole body before stepping out of reach again. I put on a bra, panties, and pantyhose—looking sexy but staying just beyond his grasp—and then dressed in the uniform he’d ironed earlier. He looked increasingly frustrated as it became clear I was leaving for work without releasing him. It seemed he realized he wasn’t getting out of the cage at all, let alone having sex. He kept asking how long my trip would last, but I just smiled and wouldn’t say.

He looked so defeated that I almost pitied him.

While pulling on the pantyhose, I snagged one pair, handed them to him, and dared him to wear them under his trousers for the day. He accepted the challenge. At least he was wearing them when he drove me to the airport. They might still be there… who knows? But I’m certain that he remains locked in his cock cage and quite frustrated. I suppose tomorrow I’ll tell him my trip is four days long. …I bet he misses me!

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