the choice

I had been thinking about that day with increasing anticipation for 28 days. It wasn't the longest I'd ever been continuously locked up but it was sure as hell the most difficult. A full week prior I reached a level of frustration I'd not known was possible. Every waking moment was filled with lust and love for my wife. Work was a strange relief. For almost an hour at a time, I could forget how horny I was. By mid-afternoon however, I was looking at the clock every ten minutes. Tonight is the night.

The drive home took. for. ever. It seemed like the traffic was conspiring against me, preventing me from getting home to see my wife and start our romantic evening together. I took every shortcut I know, trying hard to not speed but I was in a *hurry* dammit! By the time I pulled into the driveway, my heart was beating faster and I was giddy like a teenager whose parents are out of town for the weekend. I looked at my watch. The eternal drive home had taken all of 17 minutes.

My wife typically works later than me and on most days I arrive home about an hour before she does. I kind of enjoy having that little bit of time to myself at home in the evening. Not infrequently, I would use this time to surf some porn, catch up on the male chastity blogs and more often than not, end up breaking out a toy or two and masturbating.

That was until my wife caught on and put the question to me directly. "What have you been doing at home when I'm not there?" I did my best to avoid the question or change the subject, and gave some serious thought to outright lying about it. Problem was, she already knew the answer (this was not the first time) and just wanted to hear me say it. I realized that I was just going to have to swallow the embarrassment and fess-up.

"I masturbate." I mumbled.

"What? I couldn't hear what you said."

"I masturbate." I said as my cheeks flushed.

"What else?"

"Sometimes I play with some of our toys, but that's all! I just get worked surfing and then can't help myself." I stammered.

"Go get your chastity device and put it on." she said flatly. "And bring me the key when you're done."

That was four weeks ago. FOUR WEEKS had gone by since I'd seen, let alone touched my cock. My wife made sure I thought about it every day too. After the first several days, when the horniness really started to set in, she began wearing her sexiest lingerie, making sure I caught a glimpse as she got dressed and undressed every day. Little whispers from her in my ear about how long I might have to wait and what she would be doing to me when I finally got out, became part of our routine.

Tonight was to be the night. She likes it when I'm "squeaky clean" so as soon as I got home, I jumped in the shower, shaved myself smooth and cleaned my chastity device thoroughly. (There's nothing like finally getting your chastity device taken off only to be met with the smell of urine to kill the mood.) I put on some sexy underwear she gave me and some pants that made the bulge of my chastity device almost obscenely obvious.

After getting dressed, I got dinner started, put out some fresh flowers, and checked in with her online to see when she would be home. I had about 40 minutes. Perfect.

Dinner was ready just as she walked in the door. I met her with a chilled glass of wine and some none-to-subtle pawing before collecting her bags and escorting her inside. She reached down and gave my package a little squeeze and asked "What's for dinner?"

Honestly, I don't remember much else of dinner. Having her home...finally, flirting with me, leaning over just so and then catching me staring at her cleavage, the intoxicating smell of her skin...it was all too much. My world was visible only through a lust-soaked fog.

"Why don't you go run me a bath and get dinner cleaned up? Be in the bed and ready for me by the time I get out of the bath." she added after thanking me for the meal and planting a lingering kiss.

The kitchen was clean in no time and I literally sprinted up the stairs, nearly tripping over my own feet in anticipation.

I'm always a little reluctant to put out toys when we're getting ready for some play time. I don't know why really. I think it's because I'm the one who usually brings them home and I'm concerned that she sees them as all about me. Tonight however, I took the liberty of getting out my favorite wrist restraints and fastened them on as best I could by myself. I wanted to feel helpless, in her control, when she took my chastity device off.

She emerged from the bath completely nude. After a brief pause to let me drink it all in, she came over to the bed without speaking and fastened my free hand.

Without missing a beat she straddled me on the bed with her knees up by my arm pits and her pussy inches from my face. "Is this what you want?" I actually shuddered. "Oh god yes...Please." I could feel the warmth of her radiating and just caught a faint smell of her as a single drop of her juices descended, landing on my chest.

She looked down and spread her lips with two fingers, collecting more of her natural lubricant, and watched intently as it began to run down her finger. Glancing back at me she said "Mmmmm. You look delicious."

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, my attention darting between her face, her pussy and her hand. I thought she was going to stick her fingers in my mouth. Instead she just barely touched my lips. I leaned forward in anticipation, reaching for her hand with my mouth. "Noooooo...you don't get this. Not yet." She stuck her fingers in her own mouth, licking them clean. I nearly lost my mind.

"Tonight you're going to get a choice." she said. "Or more accurately, a false choice. I want you to remember tonight next time you want to masturbate. Understand?"

"yes."

"You're so much more agreeable when you're locked up.", she grinned.

From somewhere, I don't know where, the key appeared and I was unlocked. My cock sprang from the tube and thwacked against my stomach. My wife giggled and said "Oh I see! One would think you're anticipating something. Would you really like to come tonight?"

"oh yes. yes please"

She scooted back and lowered herself until her lips were just touching the tip of my cock which was slick with pre-cum. Without any further warning, she dropped her hips quickly, thrusting me deep inside. I gasped. Oh my god she felt good. The warmth of her pussy around my cock was, without question, the most amazing feeling I'd ever experienced. The rational side of my brain, what was left of it, tried to object but was silenced when she ever so slowly raised herself back up until my cock was free. I was blind with lust. At that moment I would have done anything she asked, promised whatever she wanted.

That was when she gave me the choice.

"Do you want to come tonight?" she asked.

"Oh god yes. Please. Please let me come tonight."

"How about I make you wait another week? Would you like that better?"

My eyes went wide. "Please no. Please don't make me wait!"

"We'll see if you stick to that story. Here's what's going to happen. I'll make you come tonight. And it will be good. I know how horny you've been and I know how to make you beg. It will be very good."

I couldn't take my eyes off of her face as she spoke.

"But if I do, I'm going to lock you up immediately afterwards for a *minimum* of eight weeks. Do you understand?"

It felt like an electric shock went through my cock. Before I could answer she added, "Or. I can lock you back up right now and next weekend, I'll finish what I started."

"You decide."

today is the day

Flowers. A cute card, Betty Boop with-a-whip action figure. What could possibly go wrong?

Truth be told, I'd been increasingly agonizing about that night for the past several days. And I did a great job thank you very much. Dinner was prepared, wine was chilled and 100% of my attention was on 100% of her. I was delirious. All I wanted was for her to float through the evening on air, letting herself be pampered.

And for the most part it worked out that way. Except for all the things I forgot. ...I wanted it to be perfect...she kept having to get up to get this and do that...instead of realizing that she needed to be told to relax and let me do it for her...I kept chiding myself. I wanted perfection.

We both work long days and reality dictates that our time together is limited so anything less than perfect simply wouldn't do. I almost missed a really wonderful evening together.

four

The die came up four.

Immediately, my attention heightened, though the reality of what I'd agreed to had not quite dawned.

This was the same day I got an email from my wife that said simply "careful what you wish for."

my first promise

I'd been wearing my chastity belt for only about 48 hours and was already hungry.  I've gone for far longer on my own in the past, but the strangest thing happens when you give up the choice.  For the previous 48 hours at every idle moment, my brain immediately turned to sex, specifically my lack thereof.  And tonight was to be the end of a brief lockup.

Later on the second day, through my lust fogged consciousness, it slowly occurred to me who holds the keys to satisfying that constant, unyielding need.  So I cleaned the house.  It happened just like that.  I went from having a chastity fetish to having a sincere desire to treat my wife like a queen.  Apparently this had something to do with my cock being encased in plastic.  Go figure.

When she came home from work, I did my meager best to "act casual" and not reveal just how much consternation I was enduring.  The evening seemed to drag on forever until my wife keenly deciphered my behavior and asked "so *that's* why you've been so attentive tonight?!"  "Go upstairs and get ready."  I did my level best to not sprint up the stairs but I could feel her smile on my back, enjoying my discomfort.

She followed shortly, stripped, laid down on the bed and signaled me over.  I jumped on top, realizing now more than ever the level of control I had given up, willingly, gleefully.  I could think of nothing other than making her happy, and despite my ever-growing discomfort, how badly at that moment I wanted to make her cum.  I wanted to make her cum with one of those orgasms that leaves her twitching in my arms well after the orgasm subsides.

The next thing I remember is her hands on the sides of my head, guiding my tongue to just the right spot on her clit and holding it there, moving me only slightly as the orgasm began to build.  My excitement built with hers and pretty soon she came, not quite with the earth shattering orgasm for which I'd hoped but with what looked a deeply satisfying, much-needed orgasm.  I want to make her feel that way every day.

She rolled me over, and after we removed my chastity belt, sitting on my legs she coated my cock with some lube and brought it to immediate attention.  Lifting herself up on her knees, she scooted forward slowly lowered herself on to me.  The warmth and texture of her, and the faint lingering odor of orgasm on her pussy rolled my eyes back into my head.  (we typically use condoms as our form of birth control so it's a rare treat indeed to feel her touch without that latex barrier)  Slowly and mercilessly she fucked me, never quite going fast enough to get me off and just slow enough to keep my cock achingly hard.

And then she stopped. Abruptly she pulled herself off of me, leaving my cock yearning.  At this point, the rest of my consciousness was along for the ride.  My whole world centered around the needs of my cock.  I opened my eyes and caught her smiling at me as she took a handful of lube and reached down...

....

The next thing I clearly recall is being told what I'd promised.

the gory details

The new steelheart's here!  The new steelheart's here!

my steelheart arrived

After exhaustive testing here at Chastity Fetish Labs, we've decided to give our 2010 endorsement to the Steelheart from steelworxx.de.  It arrived yesterday.

I tried it on, I took it off.  I showed it to my wife when she arrived home.

"Just tell me when you want me to put it on..."

"Go put it on."

starting in the middle

I kept thinking that my first post should be some exhaustive history of my "journey into chastity."  Then I remembered that I could paint outside the lines I'd apparently drawn myself into.  So fuck it.  We're starting in the middle.