“I wish we could be together tonight; I want you lying next to me right now!” he sent her.
“In a couple months we will be able to lay with each other every night!” she texted back.
“I just want to feel your body against mine, so badly!” he sent.
“Are you being naughty over there… 😏” she sent him.
“Do you really want to know?” he sent.
“Wait, are you for real, like right now?” she texted.
“Babe, I love you, but I am lying here naked, thinking about you!” he texted.
“Oh wow!” she texted.
“Sorry, was that too much?” he sent her.
There was a pause in the conversation as a few minutes passed before she responded.
Finally, she responded. “I bet if you had a cock cage on, you wouldn’t be over there playing with yourself, 😂🔐😅”
He read her message as a surge of pure excitement filled his body. “OMG, babe, that would be so hot. 🥹”
“You would rather wear a cage than be able to jerk-off?” she texted.
“I’ve honestly thought about it so much, it would be a fun challenge I think.” He said as he felt his cock straining to get even harder.
“We’ve never talked while you’re doing that before, feels so naughty!” she sent him.
Then before he could respond, “wait, have you done that while we have texted or talked before?”
“Haha, um, actually yeah, a few times,” he sent.
“WOW!” she responded. “Aren’t you naughty!”
“Your voice is so sexy, even as I hear your text being spoken in my head, sorry not sorry!” he sent her.
“So, I was thinking about the whole chastity cage thing, do you really want to wear one?” she texted.
“I think it would be fun!” he responded.
“What if you don’t like it?” she asked.
“Well, tbh, I have tried a few cheap cages in the past few months, and I think it would work for its intended purpose.” He sent her.
“Haha, wow, you never cease to surprise me, of course you did!” she sent back.
“There is one I was considering ordering that would work very well, but I didn’t want to order it if you weren’t into it.” He texted.
“Send me the link, let me see!” she responded.
“Okay, seems like the best one from what I have learned about them.” He texted.
He sent her the link and a good 5 minutes passed before she responded.
“Wow, you would wear that, seems uncomfortable and a little small.” She responded.
“I had the knockoff version, it’s really comfortable and that size is recommended.” He sent back.
“Well, if you want it, order it, and then we can talk about it as it is shipped.” She commented.
Five minutes later, it was ordered, and he even splurged on the fastest shipping option. His eager excitement was at an all-time high. Like a women who dreams of wearing an engagement ring, he was dreaming of wearing the cock cage ring. As this whole moment played out, he had quickly finished his little pleasure session. As he cleaned himself up, he found the irony of his excitement hitting its peak to the thought of being denied the ability to do such activity.
Over the next week, they established the understanding of what this new relationship dynamic would look like. They had read many blogs and articles about it and had found themselves agreeing on most things.
First off, they agreed that he should wear it pretty much full-time until the wedding date, with her holding the keys. Emergencies or any adjustments would be considered, but it was understood that he would stop masturbating cold turkey. Starting out though for a few weeks, they would play this all by ear as they both learned how it would all work.
Secondly, he wasn’t allowed to bring it up to her unless it was an emergency. She would bring it up if she wanted to talk about it. Every conversation wouldn’t need to also include the fact that he is wearing a cage.
And thirdly, just because this was happening now, doesn’t mean it will define the relationship forever. This will only be until the wedding day, after that, a whole new conversation will need to happen.
And that was that. The waiting was the most difficult for him. The day the cage arrived was his own version of Christmas day. Once he grabbed it from his mailbox and made it into his apartment, he had barely even made it inside before it was opened and on his cock. He arrived home at 5:30pm and he pulled the key out of the locked cage at 5:37pm. That evening he drove over to her house with eagerness and so many thoughts of desire for her. As she opened the door and let him in, she could tell something had him excited.
“These are for you!” he said as he held out his hand with the two keys.
“Oh, I see!” she said, taking them and giving him a look of, is there anything else.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked seeing her look of disapproval.
“I mean, I was hoping for a more romantic moment, but this works I guess.” She said, giving him a small smile.
“Oh, I guess I could have brought flowers or something, but I was so excited, I just couldn’t wait to start this with you.” He said as he gave her a hug and they kissed.
“Maybe a foot rub would make it all better,” she said with a knowing look. “I was on my feet all day and I would love it if you made them feel better.
As he followed her to the couch…
“Are you sure you want this?” she asked.
“1000%!” he responded.
“Okay!” she responded.
As they lay on the couch for the rest of the evening, watching a few tv shows, her feet stayed in his lap. He slowly massaged her feet while she seemed to pretend like she wasn’t thinking about it. He felt his cock inside the cage, it was a new feeling unlike any other he had ever experienced. It was a feeling of instant denial and frustration as his normal hard cock was being restricted without mercy.
Then as she said she was going to get up for a moment to use the restroom, he lifted both her feet to his face and kissed the bottom, just under her toes. He had always wanted to, but never dared before now. As he looked up at her, all he could see was a huge, amused smile on her face. Then she got up and went to the restroom.
The next morning, he sat at his desk, looking out the window, dreaming of his fiancé. His cock locked away from his own touch, his own desires, and his own ability to quench his sexual lust. He took a deep breath and wondered if he could even do this. He tried to busy himself in work, but every time he would go to the restroom, having to sit just to pee, it bombarded his thoughts. He made it home and could feel the urge in his body to masturbate, but he couldn’t, there was no way for it to happen. It was frustrating but equally exciting. It was only the beginning of their story and at that moment, he had no regrets.
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