Both Hubby and I have our own male chastity fantasies. Like most of our kink, we don’t have the typical BDSM chastity desires. Instead, we want to use it as a form of foreplay. A tool of sorts, to help our play time last longer.
When Hubby first brought up the subject of a cock cage, I wasn’t very hesitant. Intrigued by how sexy he would look all caged up, it didn’t take long too convince me that we needed one. Because Hubby loves feeling restricted while it tries to get hard, a cage seemed like the perfect thing to spice up our play time more.
We waited a while before finally ordering Hubby’s cock cage. When he tried to put it on for the first time it took a bit of MacGyver ingenuity to make Hubby’s thick cock and the cage work together. Now, it works like a charm. Quickly becoming a regular part of our sex games, I can’t fathom why we waited so long to order one.
Using Hubby’s cage has truly let us experience a whole new aspect of kink; denial. I never realized the how denial can heighten your sexual sensitivity. Everything seems more exciting and intense.
That first night with Hubby caged was explosive, much more fun than I’d ever imagined. I enjoyed being his Dominatrix, teasing him and reminding him that he couldn’t get out until I said. His cock was swelling and squeezing out through the metal everywhere it could. Delightful to look at, I could tell it was working. All of the sudden something shifted. Like a wave it came over me. After getting him all hot and bothered, I was now craving his cock more than I ever had. My mouth was watering and my lady bits too. All I could think was how much I longed to taste it, to feel it growing big inside my mouth.
I wanted to feel it in my mouth, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get it. The cage stood in the way. As I reached up to unsnap the harness that held it securely in place, I felt his hand grab my wrist. “No, you’re not getting it” he said. Looking at the sparkle in his eyes, I knew it was going to be challenge; one that I was sure to love.
Using the cage to his advantage, Hubby began to tease me. Not being able to get to it, added a new dimension to everything. Honestly, the more I couldn’t get to it, the more I wanted it. I even found myself longing just to feel its heat in my hand. Knowing that he was caged up and I was unable to feel it, made things more intense. Even while being spanked, I kept longing to feel him inside of my mouth. Fantasizing about it filled me with anticipation. When the time finally came for me to feel it inside of me, I was wetter than I typically get and the orgasm that followed what explosive.
After that night, I couldn’t wait to play again. When we first ordered Hubby’s cage, I didn’t think that we would use it much. Let alone, that Hubby would be wearing it throughout the day. Boy was I wrong. Now he enjoys caging himself up and dropping hints throughout the day that I can’t get to it. He knows just how to push my buttons. I never thought being locked up would have such an effect on me. Nothing like I ever expected, I’ve love Hubby’s cage more than he does.