It didn’t take your wife long to recognize that your marriage had two significant issues that were closely tied together. The first was your inadequate cock and the second was your inability to keep your hands off of it.
You were just too focused on your dick and your orgasms. You weren’t focused nearly enough on her needs. That’s how you ended up locked in your chastity cage.
There wasn’t any negotiation. Your wife presented the chastity device, she put your small cock in it, and she locked it. That was it. There was no escape for you. There was no argument. It just happened, and you did nothing about it. You accepted your fate.
“This is the best thing for both of us, honey,” she explained. “I think we both know that you masturbate too much and that you don’t make me cum nearly enough, and this is a perfect solution to that. Now I control your orgasms.”
She took pride in her property. She enjoyed having you stay naked for long parts of the day while you were at home. She enjoyed playing with your locked cock and teasing you. She enjoyed driving you crazy with lust and ensuring that you were always ready to do as she desired.
She would grab your cock and balls and kiss you. She would hug you while her fingers danced over your cage. She would make you moan and groan in pure delight. She would make you beg for release and then deny you.
She would demand that you go down on her before she’d even consider releasing you. She would make you worship her pussy until she came, and then she’d make you wait a few minutes and do it all over again.
Soon, things had shifted. Soon, your wife was cumming far more than you were. Soon, she had trained you to think about her orgasms before your own.
“Doesn’t this feel right?” she asked during one teasing session. “Don’t you like the insane desire you feel? Don’t you like how often you’re getting to make me cum? Don’t you like making me happy?”
She looked up at your as her fingers moved over your smooth balls and she played with the little bit of flesh that pushed out of the tip of your chastity device.
“It does,” you admitted. It did feel right. It felt good. It felt so good to forget about your orgasms and concentrate solely on her pleasure.
It was after three months of chastity play that your wife said something that would change your marriage forever. She was riding your eager tongue with her smooth pussy. Your cock was locked tightly in its cage and straining against the confines.
“I’m going to take a lover,” was what she uttered.
She lifted her pussy off of your face and you said, “What?”
“Yes dear, I’m going to take a lover. I want to have sex again but I don’t want your cock inside me. You’re not nearly good enough at fucking me and I prefer you chaste and submissive, not begging to fuck me all the time like it was before I locked you up.”
That’s how another man ended up in your bed. That was it. As with your chastity, there was no discussion. There was simply your wife deciding she wanted something and it becoming a reality. There was no fight from you. There was simply submission.
You found it more pleasurable than you thought you would, though. You liked watching her ride another man’s cock. You liked seeing the pleasure on her face. You liked watching her cum while your cock remained locked in its cage.
You liked seeing that your wife had an incredible sex drive, and that she really was getting her needs met by someone that could provide her with a far more pleasurable experience than you could. You liked that another man was cumming while fucking her and you couldn’t even get hard.
“This is better, isn’t it?” she would frequently ask. “Doesn’t it feel right to have your cock locked up while I get to enjoy another man? Doesn’t it feel right to think about my pleasure above everything else?”
You always agreed. It did feel right. It was right. She deserved to experience the pleasure she craved. She deserved to have the marriage of her dreams.