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The Progress Continues
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After a minor disappointment, my progress into wife-led chastity is progressing smoother and more quickly than I could ever reasonably expect.
It seems when she "hid" the keys the first day, it was in my dresser drawer. I didn't notice for a couple of days, but it turned out to be only a minor setback.
Like I said in my last post, since I brought my caged cock "out of the closet," so to speak, I've been able to wear it openly in front of my wife. For the first couple of days, she only showed mild curiosity, for instance asking "doesn't that thing make it hard to pee?" I explained to her that it doesn't, since the end has an opening for that, and she dropped it.
Saturday night when we went to bed, I took my time with plenty of foreplay, running my hands all over her body and paying plenty of attention to her breasts with both hands and my mouth before I went down on her.
I ate her pussy through three orgasms, changing up my technique (and what I did with my hands) for each one before I finally came up for air.
As I lay beside her catching my breath, she cupped and fondled my balls, looking at my caged dick as she moved it around to look from different angles. It was really straining in the confines of my cage, my balls were getting a bit blue and I was dripping a steady trail of precum on my leg.
Finally, she asked, "do you want out of this thing, or do you want me to just keep torturing you?"
I answered, "you don't have to unlock me if you don't want to," almost holding my breath for her answer.
"Give me the keys," she answered. I got the keys out of the drawer, both relieved and a little disappointed.
She removed the lock, and looked, unsure of what to do next. I told her to just pull the cage off the end, and took care of the base ring and alignment pins myself.
She massaged my member to life and began a slow, teasing handjob, smiling the whole time. She brought me close and backed off a couple of times, and I asked "do you want it in, or do you want to finish me this way?"
She cheerfully answered, "I'll just do this," and kept up her torturesome stroking. She had me moaning out loud and squirming each time she brought me to the edge and backed off.
She must have gotten me to the verge of cumming 12 or more times before I finally started to erupt when she didn't back off quite in time and I had to beg her not to stop. Her plan had been to take me to the edge several more times before letting me cum.
When I calmed down, I went back to stroking and massaging her body as we lay together. She turned onto her stomach and I rubbed and stroked her legs, butt and back as she cooed. I asked her, "are you ready for more?" but she answered that she was through for the night.
I headed for the bathroom and washed up with a soapy washcloth before locking my cage back on and coming back to bed.
I got up 1/2 hour or so before her on Sunday morning and started the coffee. When she came out, I let her know the coffee was ready as she headed in to check her e-mail.
I brought her a cup of coffee fixed just the way she likes it and handed her the keys. "Put these where I won't find them," I told her.
"I thought the you were supposed to be able to get it off," she told me.
I answered, "I'm not supposed to be able to get out unless you let me out," and left the room.
Fast forward to this evening when I got home from work. I started the dishes, and when my daughter was in her room, went in to where my wife was sitting at her desk and meekly asked, "when I'm done with the dishes, will you unlock me so I can wash and shave?"
"I guess so," she answered, so I went back to washing the dishes. My purpose in asking the way I did was twofold: a) to establish that it was unconditionally her decision whether I was unlocked; and b) to establish conditions for me to earn the privilege.
While I was at it, I cleaned the kitchen table and counters. When I was done, I went back in, and again meekly said, "Okay, the dishes are done and the table's cleaned. Can I be unlocked now, or do you want me to do the [crush the recyclable] cans first?"
This way I did more than agreed, and at the same time, let her know she could demand even more of me before unlocking the padlock.
"No, that's okay," she answered and retrieved the key. I pulled down my trousers and undershorts to let her unlock my cage. She moved to hand me the lock, but I put it back in her hand and pulled up my pants.
I showered, washed the oil from my cock and scrotum, and shaved my balls and shaft smooth again. Then I washed and dried the parts to my CB6000. When I finished, my dick was too engorged to get back into the cage, so I had to sit in a tub of cold water to bring it back down, then stuffed it back in.
I made sure my daughter wasn't around, then presented myself for locking up. My wife stayed in her chair, and I dropped my pants and held up my shirt to give her access. This way, I got her to actually lock me up herself.
That's how, in four days, we've progressed from less than enthusiastic acceptance, to teasing my caged cock, to controlling the keys, to actually locking me away. If this keeps progressing this well, I've got a wild chastity exhibitionist fantasy to spring on her in a couple of months. We'll see how that goes.
On a side note, I worked up the nerve to use the urinal in a store restroom yesterday. Unfortunately, there were dividers between the urinals, so no one saw (yet).
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Posted on : Jun 5, 2012
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