Everlasting locking in chastity

Hi, I’m a 24-year-old virgin guy. The idea of being permanently locked in chastity appeals to me greatly. Here is a story I want to share:

Luke was a virgin boy during his first year of college. He was the typical good boy. Although very shy, he made some new friends there. One of them was a girl who was cute, slim, and small but most importantly possessed a powerful character; her name was Mary.

They became increasingly close friends, evolving through that classic friendzone dynamic. After several weeks, she decided to give him a chance, and he became her boyfriend. Soon after, Luke realized his feelings were growing stronger than hers. They would kiss with tongues and have sex together, yet often they talked like best friends rather than lovers. Eventually, he stopped trying so hard, and their love story ended implicitly.

One day she asked if he wanted to try chastity. They started slowly using the honor system and some plastic cages just to see how it felt having something around his penis. After two years, they opted for a piercing with a metal device. For Luke, this was paradise; the idea of total loss of control drove him wild.

His girlfriend behaved like a good girl initially, not being too strict at first. He gradually learned to wear the cage 24/7. When she left college, she made him an offer: they could marry and he would be permanently locked in. She promised to cuckold him (as she had done until that time). Once married, there was no going back; she held all the cards for blackmail.

She gave him a year to decide. During this time spent with her, he became increasingly addicted to her influence. When the moment arrived, he accepted. Her words were: “You can change your mind until you are officially my husband; after that, there is no escape.” He was so excited. He would never feel pussy in his life.

The wedding day finally came. He said ‘yes’ and couldn’t do anything else. She kissed him and whispered, “Click,” smiling. The rules were clear: one ruined orgasm per month and only one full orgasm per year. On their first night, he cried both from despair and happiness. She told him he would get his first orgasm that very night. She used a vibrator, and after just a few seconds, a lot of cum flowed out. It had been seven months since the last time.

She said this was her gift to him and explained that regardless, he would receive his next full orgasm in five months. His balls were swollen, but he got used to wearing the device, and his cock no longer felt hard inside it anymore. He thought about what he had given up: never feeling pussy again—not with his cock or even by finger.

He could only kiss her wife on the cheek now. Never would he feel her tongue against him. Some days when depression hit, she watched porn with him to cheer him up. She didn’t like humiliating him too much and did what she did to keep him happy. Even if he felt regret sometimes, she knew his true desires. She had many photos and videos ready to show everyone he knew to ensure the blackmail worked.

He would be hers forever. One day while watching porn, she hugged him tightly, smelling hot in her pajamas, and whispered: “You’re so nice; if you weren’t my hubby, I could make you feel my pussy.”