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Chastity Games - Part 1: The Cage

This is a work of pure fantasy. While some effort has been made to fit this within a realistic scenario and setting, a few aspects of reality may be ignored for the sake of fun. All the usual rules apply (don’t try this at home, this is not based on a true story, etc.). For explanation of series, click here.

Marlene and I met in our early 20s. Our connection was instant, and we found ourselves tangled naked in each other’s arms by the end of the first week. We barely went three days until we finally moved in together and began building our lives.

Our compatibility was really strong across the map. We had vaguely similar jobs (she was a software programmer for a slot machine company, I a freelance web designer), similar tastes in art and fiction and film, and similar loves of pornography, erotica, and sexuality. While we were definitely monogamous, visiting strip clubs together (or even apart) wasn’t uncommon or discouraged, and we both actively took in any form of sexual stimulation allowed, with our own individually diverse collections of pornagraphy, books, web subscriptions, etc. Walking in on one or the other masturbating at their desk was hardly an uncommon site with barely a burnt cheek to be found. In fact it usually just led to one of us wandering over to see what was getting the other one off and inevitably taking over the work or unzipping and joining in the self-pleasure.

It was on one of these occasions that Marlene came home from work to find me, cock in hand, at my computer.

“What are you looking at?” she asked with a curious smirk on her face.

“Have you heard of chastity play?” I responded, my hand still moving at a relaxed, erection-maintaining pace.

“You mean like those medieval iron belts kings supposedly put on their daughters to keep them from getting deflowered?” she said with a laugh.

“No, no,” I responded, “this stuff’s for guys. They sell these plastic or metal cages that get locked around his cock so he can’t masturbate or have sex.”

“Oh, okay,” she responded nonchalantly. “So is this for guys who cheat, but their wives don’t want to cut them loose?”

“That’s what I assumed at first,” I said, “but it looks like they’re being used as an active part of femdom or play to deny the guys pleasure. Check out this Tumblr tag I found.”

I showed her some of the things I pulled up. Photos of guys in various plastic and metal cages posed for the camera, photos of women with text photoshopped next to them talking about the fun they were having keeping their men locked up, erotic stories, and personal diaries of guys in chastity.

“Huh,” she replied, without much more of a reaction. “Interesting.”

And with that she left me alone to finish up.

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Over the next few weeks I found myself reading a lot more of the posts in that tag. I also found various related forums, blogs, and sites dedicated to selling various devices. I always find my kinks at strange times and become uber-focused for a while, so it was no surprise that most of my masturbation at this point was to this topic. It turned me on a lot.

Not long after that Marlene came home from work and I let her know a package had arrived for her from Hong Kong that I had to sign for. It just said “novelties” on the customs paperwork. She thanked me, retrieved it from her desk and left the room. I thought nothing else of it.

But that evening as she stripped me naked in our bedroom, Marlene told me to close my eyes, as she had a gift for me. Never one to turn down an assumed blow job, I smiled and closed my eyes.

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