Chapter 1

How it began.

I should state from the outset that my wife Mandy has always relished kinky sex. Mandy is 27 years of age, with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, and she stands at about 5' 6". She has light green eyes, and full pouty lips set upon a sharply featured little fox face. Her figure could best be described as slightly buxom; she has strong, shapely legs; wide hips support a full, pert butt that curve upwards into a narrow waist, and a magnificent pair of 36D breasts. All in all, she could be described as a very desirable lady.

We have been married three years (no kids for now), and we both worked professional jobs; Mandy was a HR manager, and I worked in the IT industry. Mandy has a voracious libido, and our sex life is, if anything, hotter than when we first met. We both delight in exploring the more dark and extreme aspects of our sexuality, and we hold nothing back from each other. Erotic roleplay is a very active part of our love life, and we spend many a night acting out numerous lascivious fantasies. Mandy long since learned what excites me, and she often uses her detailed knowledge of my sexual psyche to devastating effect.

Whilst Mandy isn’t into female domination (Femdom) as a lifestyle choice, she certainly embraces many Femdom tenets and ideals. She tends to be very dominant in the bedroom, and since I have a broad submissive streak and enjoy being sexually dominated, I'm keen to participate. Roleplay with strong Femdom overtones occurs more and more frequently in our bedroom, including pussy and arse worship, corporal punishment, tease and denial, verbal humiliation (which she excelled at, as you will see), foot worship and sometimes golden showers. You get the idea – kinkiness.

Mandy has armed herself with sturdy wrist and ankle cuffs, which she sometimes uses to restrain me in a variety of places and positions. She then forces me to lick and suck her toes, or orally worship her pussy and arse. She freely uses a sturdy leather riding crop on my naked backside if she believes that I'm not licking her nether regions with requisite zeal. If Mandy was feeling particularly kinky, she would make me drink her piss, utilizing a large plastic funnel and clear silicone tubing to facilitate this taboo act.

About six months ago – and at Mandy's urging - we began experimenting with enforced male chastity, using a cheap plastic male chastity device obtained online. I had chosen a rather small unit, since I was concerned that the profile of the device might be visible under my pants when I was at work, or out in public. The devices small size therefore required careful manoeuvring to insert my cock inside the tight plastic tube. It required a few weeks wearing the unit on and off before I became acclimatized to wearing it for long periods, but after that I was quite comfortable wearing it.

Mandy naturally took custody of the keys, and she enjoyed having me 'locked up' for her, and being able to regulate my orgasms. I was soon wearing the plastic device 24/7, and I found that I relished Mandy having this control over me. Enforced chastity, I discovered, was highly effective in focusing all one's sexual energy and desire back to the key-holder, and I found myself gradually becoming more eager to please my naughty wife.

Mandy and I quickly settled on a strategy for our chastity play; I was to wear the device full-time six days a week, from Sunday morning until the following Saturday evening. During this time I would not be allowed to climax, although Mandy could request oral satisfaction from me at any time. She would then release me on Saturday night, and allow me to climax by her either orally pleasing me, or via frenetic intercourse.

Mandy had a ball (or two) with my enforced chastity, and informed me that she delighted in the control she gained over me in this wise. I could see her point; what better way for a woman to show her dominance over a man than to control both his cock and his climaxes?

She began to experiment with ways to titillate and arouse me in my chaste state. I have always had a strong cuckold fantasy, in which I visualized Mandy being eagerly mounted and fucked hard by a well-hung and virile stud. Mandy was well aware of this fantasy of mine, and the chastity device offered her another exquisite avenue in which to verbally tease and taunt me about her enjoying a fictional lover whilst I remained her chaste little cuckold.

Another wicked approach that she began to expand was the verbal humiliation and belittling of my penis size. I actually had a cock that measured over six and a half inches - but Mandy had long ago discovered that she could excite me by telling me how 'small' I was. In fact, she seemed to enjoy making up deliciously evil pet names for me with this theme- starting with subtle tags like ‘little slave’, ‘shorty’, 'pee-wee', and 'little one'. She quickly became more brazen, however, and the formerly mild slurs transformed into 'pin-dick', 'micro-cock', 'tiny tool', ‘needle-dick’, and (worst of all) 'bug-fucker'.

Needless to say, by the time Saturday night rolled around, six days of enforced chastity usually had me in a highly aroused state as I anticipated my weekly release. After spending so many days tightly encased in the plastic tube with no stimulation, my penis become hypersensitive to touch, and Mandy was gratified with how fast I became erect after my penile incarceration. When my wife eventually allowed me to climax, my orgasms were incredibly intense.

Although the plastic device worked reasonably well, I soon found that the totally enclosed tube could cause hygiene problems. I also discovered that it was possible to escape the device if one was determined to do so; with a little effort, I could eventually ease my penis out of the tube, since there was no means to anchor it inside. This wasn't really an issue for me, since I relished the bittersweet sensation of enforced chastity, so I never tried to surreptitiously remove the device when Mandy had locked me into it. But it still irked me that it wasn't totally secure.

In addition, I found that it was possible to 'jerk' the tube and stimulate myself to considerable extent even when my penis was still completely inside it. Although I never climaxed by doing this, I was certain that I could if I wanted to – and this somewhat negated the efficacy of the device; its main purpose was to prevent orgasm - not allow it to occur.

I found myself wondering if there were other chastity devices on the market that were more effective, more hygienic, and completely escape-proof. I outlined the downsides of the plastic device to Mandy one day, and she told me to search for alternatives to my current device, adding that she would be far happier knowing that I was wearing a device which was both totally secure and rendered me unable to stimulate myself to illicit climaxes.

After some research online, I discovered some chastity devices made from medical-grade stainless steel for sale on Ebay. Several of these steel models utilized a long and rigid urethral catheter welded to the cock tube itself to ensure that escaping the device was impossible; the hollow insert was slid inside the urethra, and extended a considerable distance past the main locking ring, rendering it impossible to withdraw the penis from the encasing cock tube without it being unlocked and removed. In addition, many of these steel units used an open cage-type enclosure rather than a tube with solid walls; this meant that hygiene would also cease to be an issue.

Mandy was immediately intrigued when I showed her these devices. She commented how exquisite it would be to have her 'little slave' – me - encased in a hard, unyielding metal device instead of a plastic 'toy'. Her only concern was how I would handle the urethral catheter – but if that issue proved to be unfounded, then she would love to have me wear such a device; the urethral insert was touted to take the security of the unit up to a whole new level. The more I thought about the notion, the more turned on I became myself.

Mandy spent some time browsing pictures of the devices as she trawled through Ebay. “Jeeze, some of them are really short, babe,” she said, squinting at the screen. “Not a lotta room in them.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “About half the length of the one I have now, I'd say. Would make it really inconspicuous under clothing, though. The plastic one can sometimes show a little under my pants, which really bugs me.”

Mandy nodded. “Yeah, I can understand that. Well, babe, if you wanna get one of these metal ones and see if it works for you, then go ahead. As I said, I really like the idea of you not being able to escape when I lock up your little pecker.” She gave me a grin. “I know you could get outta that plastic tube without much trouble if you wanted to. But these?” she gestured towards a photo of one of the steel urethral catheter units onscreen. “These would obviously be far, far harder to escape from.”

I duly ordered such a device, a reasonably short unit that I hoped would not show under my clothing. When it arrived about two weeks later, I was startled at how small it actually was; the cage itself was perhaps just over two inches long, and it was slightly narrower than my original plastic device. It would indeed keep my cock tightly confined, and I was a little apprehensive about what would occur when I became erect.

It also removed the need for a stand-alone padlock, since it utilized a small barrel-type lock that slid inside a hollow housing on the main locking ring. This had two advantages; sometime when I walked whilst wearing the plastic device, the external padlock would flap around slightly, making a conspicuous 'clack clack clack' noises as it tapped against the plastic tube in sync with my strides – which, of course, was far from desirable. The new device also eliminated the faintly visible outline of a traditional square padlock pressing against my pants that occurred when I sometimes wore my original unit.

I sterilized the new unit in boiling water, and in due course carefully fitted the device. The narrow urethral catheter felt very strange as I gingerly slid it inside my urethra. The insert itself was hollow, obviously, and when I urinated the stream flowed through the urethral tube, meaning I could urinate standing up if I wished. On dedicated online male chastity forums, I had read that many men wore this type of device often, and some for extended periods. They simply advised that the unit must be properly sterilized before use, and as long as good hygiene was practised there should be no issues.

Although the unit was a very tight fit, I was actually very surprised to find that within hours I was totally comfortable wearing it. The short construction meant that it didn't rub or show under clothing, and as long as I wore snug-fitting briefs, its weight was totally supported. There was no sharp outline of a regular padlock, and the urethral tube caused no issues whatsoever – I couldn't even feel it. Erections could cause some slight discomfort (usually caused by the good ol' nocturnal 'woody'), but it was no more serious than when I'd worn the old plastic device; urinating usually fixed that problem.

Mandy was delighted when she saw me wearing the steel device for the first time. She loved how it looked, but advised wearing it for a few days, just to see how it went, and ensure that the catheter didn't irritate my urethra. Mandy added that she hoped it would work out fine, since she enjoyed seeing her 'little slave' encased in impervious steel.

After several days wearing it, I made a timid attempt to withdraw my cock from the device – and found that the urethral catheter was totally effective in making the device escape-proof; there was no way I could withdraw my penis far back enough so that it cleared the insert. I realized that once Mandy had custody of both keys, I would for the first time experience totally secure enforced chastity. The thought made my stomach flutter in apprehensive delight.

I also discovered that the urethral insert was also an effective deterrent against any attempts to furtively masturbate; endeavouring to do so resulted in the insert chaffing inside my urethra, which was a most unpleasant sensation. Several men posting on online chastity forums also warned that trying to jerk off when wearing such devices risked irritation, possible internal tissue damage and infection – which were definite reasons to refrain from the attempt in addition to the uncomfortable chaffing it caused.

After two weeks wearing it with no issues at all, I announced to Mandy that the new device was good to go. I explained it was completely escape-proof, and that it was not possible to pseudo-masturbate whilst wearing it, adding that I could also clean my penis easily due to the open cage design and that it was totally invisible under my clothes.

“Excellent!” she beamed, giving me a lascivious smile. “So – all the issues with your old plastic device have been fixed?”

I nodded.

“Woot!” Mandy yipped. “I love knowing you can't take it off, and that you can't cum inside it either. Drop your pants, and show me again, babe.”

I did as she asked.

“Oh, yes,” Mandy murmured as she gazed at the shiny device locked to my genitals. She reached out and cupped the cage. “Now that's what I call a chastity cage! Nice strong steel rather than flimsy plastic.” She smiled and held out her hand. “And now, little one – all the keys, please.”

With my stomach fluttering I placed both keys into her palm. One of the them was soon dangling from her necklace, and Mandy hid the other key somewhere in the house. This was in case she wasn’t present and I needed to take the cage off quickly; I could call her and ask for the location of the hidden key, and thus be able to free myself. I had to admit that knowing my cock was now imprisoned in totally inescapable steel and having Mandy in complete control over my releases and climaxes would take our chastity play to a whole new level.

Mandy was also enthralled with the new device. She never tired of sliding her hand down to it as we lay in bed, loving the smooth, hard feel of metal imprisoning my cock, and knowing she controlled the keys. She would lay back, smile sweetly, and say something like: “Mmm, your pecker's all securely locked now, honey. Why don’t you get down there and lick my pussy, seeing that you won’t be doing anything with that little dick of yours for another few days.”

Naturally I would eagerly oblige her, licking her to climax as my imprisoned cock hardened and throbbed in impotent titillation within the metal cage. After she had climaxed, Mandy enjoyed taunting me further, saying things like: “Thank you, baby. That was sooo nice! Just four more days until you come out of your cage, and then maybe I'll give your poor locked cock a little suck as a reward!” She would giggle at my soft moan of frustration.

In many ways the new chastity device added a new dimension to our roleplay. Mandy said it was a turn on for her to see my own impotent craving and frustration compel me to sexually serve her with ever increasing fervour. I freely admit that I, too, relished the control my wife had over me when I was 'locked' for her. I noticed that the new steel device caused the submissive aspects of my sexual psyche to become increasingly paramount; Mandy took note this, and her dominant persona began to take full advantage of my flourishing servile demeanour.

She would often have me strip naked in the evenings, and cuff my wrists behind my back, and I would then spend an hour or more kneeling in front of her as she lay sprawled on the couch, legs spread lewdly wide, and my lips and tongue gently caressing her labia, clitoris and anus. She loved to peer down and see that the steel cage had arisen as my hard penis throbbed inside of it, my balls tightly ballooned as they hung under the steel cage like two ripe plums ready for plucking. She would softly giggle, and then instruct me to lick her with greater zeal until she climaxed several times. By the end of the evening, my face would be thoroughly coated in her delicious juices, which she salaciously forbade me to wash off.

If Mandy was feeling particularly frolicsome, she would march me naked to our garage, where I would be tied in a standing position, my cuffed wrists suspended over my head, and my ankles tied together. She would then apply her light whip to my naked backside until it glowed red. When she was finished, I would be untied and commanded to perform cunnilingus on her until she had several deep and satisfying orgasms.

At other times, Mandy would cuff my wrists behind me, and order me into the bathroom. Out would come her plastic funnel with the clear silicone tube attached to the tapering nozzle. My wife would compel me to take the other end of the tube in my mouth, and she would then proceed to piss into the funnel – thereby forcing me to drink every drop of her freshet. I am somewhat chagrined to admit that I relished being forcefully made to drink Mandy's piss in this fashion; watching her piss flowing through the transparent tube en route to my mouth aroused me greatly.

She also made me perform numerous other demeaning and humiliating acts, which I won't fully detail, since I think you get the idea. Suffice to say that Mandy allowed her dominant side free reign.

I guess that this form of intense roleplay wasn’t for everyone – but I relished being Mandy’s ‘little slave’ for six days a week. If I had known where it was all leading, I may have approached the matter with a bit more caution.

Or maybe I wouldn’t have.

Revised (2019)