Back from the honeymoon.
The day after we got back, and the day before I went back to work, we were laying on the bed together. Liz pulled out a chastity device and showed it to me. "I got something new for you," she said.
For some reason, the instant she showed me that device, my cock got hard. There is something about being threatened with chastity, or being in chastity, that is appealing or arousing to me. It's weird, because I hate being locked up in one of those things. The best I can think is that somehow I like that Liz has that control over me, that she is commanding and demanding and controlling my sexual activity.
"I think it is time for you to go back into your cage, Ethan." she said. "We had a really nice honeymoon, and you dumped enough semen out of those balls of yours. They must ache."
She had a point. We had sex more frequently in Hawaii than I ever had in my life. Probably twice a day on average, more than that at times. And then there was that foursome, which was incredible in addition to being humiliating. I came four times total during that one session.
But going back into chastity? Not what I had looked forward to. "Liz, what are you talking about? You don't actually intend for me to keep wearing that thing?"
"Yes, Ethan, I do. I think it enhances our relationship and our sex. Not only have you been a better boyfriend when you were caged, I think the sex was better when you got out, as well. It's good for you to control yourself, don't you think?"
"No! I don't think it is better to control myself! I like sex, I like orgasms, I like being inside you!"
Liz had a very matter of fact approach, one that communicated she was not going to take no for an answer.
"I know you do, and that is part of the problem. You are constantly masturbating, constantly trying to exert control and authority over me, and that just isn't going to work. You need this." She waved the metal cock cage. "Don't worry, I will be letting you out plenty, whenever the time is appropriate. But remember our vows; you are to love, honor and obey. It's core to our relationship, the basis of our marriage. I am in control."
My stomach turned over and I felt like I was sinking. I was lucky to have Liz, but our relationship really had turned rather kinky and weird over its history. This seemed like just the next step.
I was wearing nothing but underwear when we were talking about this, and she had nothing on but her panties. She looked so sexy that way. She reached over and pulled down my own underwear to expose my cock (which was hard), and took some lube and started rubbing it over my flesh.
Looking at the new cock cage, I saw it was different. I couldn't imagine how it would work. I could see a main ring with a latch for locking. It was way too small, it was going to crush my scrotum if she put that on. The cage part was bent somewhat, but there were some extra pieces I didn't understand.
"Spread your legs so I can work," Liz said. I obeyed without thinking. She picked up the chastity device and worked the base around my scrotum, behind my balls. But the cage part wasn't on yet, which was a little strange.
There was a rod that extended out from the base, it ran along the length of my cock and then seemed to look back, I couldn't see how this would work until she put some lube on the end of the thing and began working it into my peehole.
"Ahhh! AGH! What are you doing, what is that, that can't be right!"
"Ethan, this is a new kind of chastity device I want you to try. It includes a urethral sound. It's hollow, so you will be able to pee through it just fine. But it really helps keep your cock short and rigid, there's no way you will have an erection with this thing in you."
She was working it in as she spoke and I was whimpering and complaining. The metal tube was thin, but still stretched my urethra as it went in and felt incredibly weird. It was bent down to keep my cock in a short, flaccid state, and she pushed hard to get the whole thing in place and finally latched the outside part to the scrotum ring.
"Oh, fuck, Liz, that is wicked... "
Liz seemed really, really happy. "Technically we could leave it like this, because with that thing inside you there is no way you are going to get erect. But I think the cage accessory will give a little extra edge, that reminder that you are under my control, don't you think?"
She slipped the cage over my cock, latched it with the tight scrotum ring, and then clicked the tiny padlock in place.
I was once again locked up, unable to get an erection. I whimpered, almost cried. "How long, Liz, how long this time?"
"Well, we shall see. I am thinking two weeks, though that depends on your behavior. If you mess up, make me unhappy, I could very easily increase the time."
This made my heart sink. She was saying there was no commitment, no set time I had to wear the cock cage.
"Oh, and by the way, since you are going to be locked up for a while, I'm going to invite Lamar over this Saturday. I really, really liked his cock last time. It's a lot bigger than yours, and he really knows how to fuck a woman."
Lamar. The big black guy that got to fuck my wife on my wedding night while I watched. I didn't know whether to be completely outraged, or humiliated and crawl under a rock.
"You can watch, too, if you'd like," Liz said kindly.
"Damn it, Liz, this just isn't fair. You are my wife, and you can't go locking up my cock and then because I am locked up you decide you are going to fuck some other guy! I get we have a kinky sex life, but really, this--"
"Ethan! This is exactly what I meant! You start throwing your weight around, trying to take control again and you will be looking at four weeks in chastity instead of two? Got it?"
I shut my mouth. I could feel the weirdness of the cock cage with the pipe inside right that moment, and the ring around the base was so tight I knew I could never get it off.
"OK," I said.
So I guess I get to watch BBC slide inside my wife's pussy again and Saturday.
