Introductions discussion

For me, it all began while I was living in a shared house. I’d been browsing Pornhub for the latest tasty content to help me finish, and with plenty of weed in my system, I stumbled upon male chastity. The first time I encountered chastity porn, it blew my mind; I knew right away I had to give it a shot myself. For the next couple of years, I kept jerking off to those videos before getting into a serious relationship with my current fiancée.

I kept my fetish under wraps but continued dreaming about having my cock locked up while she held the power. It felt like something that could even enhance our sex life. We moved in together and got engaged after two years, during which time my fear and shame slowly melted away. I started thinking about telling her, hoping she’d be interested in joining me on this path because we are partners in life. My focus shifted from fantasizing just about the act of being caged to imagining how she would react when I told her.

I still recall one night while she was asleep; I slipped out of bed, knelt down, and watched chastity porn while pleasuring myself right there beside her. I was 95% sure she’d catch me in the act and force an immediate explanation, leaving no secrets hidden between us. In the end, I waited a few more days to tell her, though every conversation made it harder to keep quiet.

It was Friday night when I finally gathered my courage. We were enjoying a calm evening; she had a couple of drinks, and I smoked a bit to unwind. For weeks beforehand, I’d rehearsed this talk in my head: what she might say, how I would respond, and how I’d read her cues while answering as many questions as possible.

I started by suggesting that since we’re getting married soon, we should share our deepest sexual desires with each other. She admitted to having none, so I spent several minutes gently coaxing something out of her until she realized why I was bringing it up—I had a specific desire to express. While hoping for any comment from her side about her own preferences, the moment felt right; she was asking if there was more coming, and I wanted to speak now.

I took a deep breath and just blurted it out: “I want to lock my cock in a chastity cage.” She looked mostly confused rather than upset. The first few minutes were quiet as her questions focused on the mechanics of the act itself rather than emotion.

I explained that I’d found this online, was intrigued by it, and wanted to try it out. Then I clarified that it’s a submissive practice where I want to surrender control over my orgasms to her. To be clear, she doesn’t typically act like a Domme.

I laid out the terms: I felt I was masturbating too much on my own and wanted to save those pleasures for her. I even bought her two books that I had read myself (mostly written from the wife’s point of view). She asked to see some pictures and videos next. We spent about 30 minutes watching chastity videos together on the couch while I pointed out what I liked or didn’t like in them.

I’m not really into the cuckold dynamic, nor do I ever want to share her with anyone else, but many chastity videos lean that way. Remembering this, I tried to explain clearly and kept checking if she was okay or had more questions. Honestly, this only became the second time I’d asked for something in our bedroom arrangement, so I wasn’t entirely sure how she would receive it.

She listened throughout the evening, keeping an open mind without making me feel bad during our initial discussion. Feeling encouraged, I wanted to take the next step and order a cage. I asked her how she felt about it all and if she’d be willing to try this journey with me.

To my pleasant surprise, she agreed! She mainly asked what her role would look like. I told her there was no pressure; she could do whatever made her comfortable, and I didn’t want to rush her. I even admitted that since it’s new for both of us, maybe I might not love it as much as I thought, but the excitement remained high.

I thanked her and said, “Who knows? Maybe this will become your thing too.” Immediately after, I went on Amazon and ordered a first-timer cage—a CB6000—and luckily it was Prime eligible. The two or three days waiting for delivery felt like Christmas morning from my childhood; I hadn’t been that thrilled in about 20 years.

When the package arrived, I made sure to show her the box, hoping she’d see the excitement in my eyes (though sadly, she didn’t). That night we went to bed as usual. The cage sat in its velvet bag inside the nightstand drawer, waiting for me to put it on.

I knew she wasn’t as pumped as I was, but I hoped soon enough she would ask if I wanted to wear it. I wasn’t going down this road alone; I wanted her to have control over whether or when I wore it. I thought about asking during the upcoming weekend, hoping she might take the lead before then.

That night, as we both got ready for bed, I was still brushing my teeth while she was already in bed. Suddenly, without warning, she asked me: “Do you want to wear your thing tonight?”

My heart skipped a beat. OMG, it was really happening! After realizing that one of my deepest desires was coming true, I fumbled but said yes.

Having watched countless installation videos, I knew exactly how to fit the CB6000. I slid the ring behind my balls, shaking with excitement. My hands struggled a bit due to nervousness, causing her to ask if I was okay. Eventually, I got my shaft into the cage and closed the lock. It felt wonderful.

I felt safe, as though my cock were protected like an iPhone inside its case. I handed her the ring with all three keys attached, and she placed it on her nightstand. She asked how it felt and if there was any pain yet. I told her no pain so far, but we’d see what happened once I tried to sleep.

I climbed into bed, kissed her goodnight, turned off the lights, and settled in. It was happening; I was wearing a cage, and my girlfriend knew about it. This was something I never thought would come to pass for me.

As I drifted off, I kept lifting the sheets just to look at my locked cock. Whenever I got an erection, I felt the chastity cage pushing back against it, spending the next few minutes thinking of other things to help soften the hardness in my caged member. Finally deciding that sleep was more important than checking, I let myself rest on my stomach, which added extra pressure against my cock.

About three hours later, a sharp pain woke me up! I shot out of bed and switched on the lights. My chastity cage had snapped right down the middle; the joint running along the center shaft had come undone.

At that moment, my GF also woke up to see me fumbling with it. Very calmly and quietly, I said, “My cage broke.” Then added, “I need the keys.” Fortunately, she hadn’t put them in a drawer yet—they were just sitting out on the nightstand—so I could have walked around barefoot without turning on lights or waking her fully.

I removed the broken chastity device to inspect how poorly it was made and decided that next time, I wanted a metal one because this plastic model didn’t even last a full single night.

I will keep updating this post.