[Becoming acquainted with chastity and learning to enjoy keeping my partner in his cage. Tell me what you think and what you did while reading. If there’s enough response, I’ll continue…]
The doors open to the chamber, the organ begins to play, and Emily steps inside, a shiver of nervous excitement running through her body. The small gathering of strangers, here to bear witness, turn to watch her as she enters the room and walks down the aisle. They are dressed formally for the occasion, and as is the custom, Emily is wearing far less; a thin white corset attached to thigh-high lace stockings and a pair of thong panties. In her hands, she holds a bouquet.
She reaches the front of the room, where her fiancé, Adam, stands waiting in his tuxedo. He eyes her with longing, his hands trembling. Behind him, his five groomsmen stand with their clothes removed, except for black leather collars around each of their necks. And because they are all married men, each one has his penis locked tight inside a chastity cage.
Across from the groomsmen, Emily’s five bridesmaids wait in corsets and stockings similar to hers, but in a light shade of pink. Three of the women wear necklaces with small keys hanging off them. The keys, of course, open their husbands’ cages.
As the music concludes, an older woman standing in a black hooded robe at the front of the room says, “let us begin.”
The bridesmaids cross the room and surround Adam as the groomsmen pull a padded chair up behind him. One of the women unbuttons Adam’s pants and pulls them down to his knees, exposing his swollen cock. The sight of it sends a jolt of energy into the room. While caged men are a common sight, it’s a rare and special thing to see a man in a state of unrestrained arousal. It’s even more special knowing the life-altering transition he’s about to undergo.
For as long as anyone could remember, the bonds of matrimony have been sealed with the literal caging of the man. A specially fitted device grips behind his testicles and encases his shaft, preventing it from becoming erect and denying his ability to touch or pleasure himself directly. Urination is possible through a small hole at the tip, and he is able to clean himself with soap and water through small gaps, but he spends the majority of each day and night locked in his cage.
Each cage has only one key, belonging to his wife, or, in many cases, his husband (married men are both caged and hold the other’s key). Release from the cage can only be granted by the partner or someone entrusted by that partner with the key. Men are let out when and only when their penises are desired for sex. Often times, a wife will keep her husband caged and use only his mouth or his hands for pleasure, while his penis pushes and strains inside his device. She experiences orgasm after orgasm until she is satisfied, then leaves him in his excited state.
Chastity cages became commonplace once the psychological benefits became fully understood. When caged, it was learned, the man is freed from the cycle of brain chemistry that otherwise governs his existence. His near-constant impulse for the dopamine spike that accompanies orgasm is replaced with the slightly elevated dopamine levels of sustained arousal. Put simply, men were turned on all the time, which made them happy and obedient, but they avoided the crash that came immediately after, when prolactin levels surged, making them feel lethargic and depressed until the next period of arousal. It was an addiction cycle that caused all sorts of problems for men in less civilized times. Their relentless desire to ejaculate led to destructive behavior and ruined countless relationships. All of that is in the past now.
Adam is lowered into the chair and restrained at his ankles and wrists by the bridal party. His shirt is opened and his jacket pulled over his shoulders, leaving him almost entirely naked. The smell of the beautiful women all around him — touching him, restraining him — makes him dizzy.
When they finish, Beatrice, the matron of honor, presents a small wooden box to Emily and exchanges it for Emily’s bouquet. Emily opens the box and shows its contents to Adam. He was measured and fitted by the craftsman who made it, but this is the first time he’s seen the cage he’ll be wearing for the rest of his life. The short shaft is molded in clear plastic, with a thick black ring at the base that pushes his balls forward and presses them against the shaft casing. The bridesmaids giggle when they notice his cock spasm and twitch against his belly. Emily smiles too. She places the box at his feet for when he’s soft enough to be caged again, but that moment will now be delayed for as long as Emily can manage.
Beatrice takes her husband, Eric, out of the groom’s party by his leash, and walks him over to Emily. She removes her necklace and hands it to Emily. Emily takes the key dangling from the chain and drops to her knees. She removes the lock from Eric’s cage and carefully slides the covering from his shaft. She holds Eric’s rapidly growing cock in her hand, caressing it as it thickens, all in plain view of Adam. Eric moans as Emily begins sucking on him.
There is no notion of female infidelity. All men and women are available to her sexually, if both parties are willing. Her husband has no say in her activities, and can be involved only at her discretion. Women often share their keys with each other. When one woman has grown bored with her husband, she may borrow another. Conversely, when she feels her husband deserves a reward, she may loan him out to a friend. Sexual contact doesn’t violate the bonds of matrimony as long as the husband’s penis remains caged when not in use, and the key remains with the wife or someone she entrusts with it, as Beatrice has just entrusted Emily.
Beatrice drops down to join Emily. She pulls Emily’s head off her husband’s cock and takes her in a passionate kiss, stroking Eric slowly while their tongues intertwine. They turn back to him and now both women are sucking on Eric while Adam, and everyone else in the room, watches.
Another bridesmaid, Karen, moves in and lowers Emily onto all fours. Beatrice pulls Eric down to his knees so Emily can continue sucking on him. Karen reaches down to Emily’s panties and begins sliding them over her ass and down to her knees. The crack of Emily’s ass is now perfectly framed by the white suspenders that attach her stockings to her corset, and from his vantage, Adam can see how flushed and thick her pussy lips have already become. Emily is loving all the eyes on her body. She feels the audience admiring her tits as they swing gently beneath her, she hears them whisper about the way she savors the cock in her mouth, complimenting the sweet little pucker of her asshole between her soft, round cheeks, and the trimmed patch of fur just visible between her parted thighs. She feels adored and lusted after, and that turns her on all the more.
Women experience the same hormone and neurotransmitter fluctuations as men during sex, but without the sharp surges and crashes that men endure. Women don’t crave the rush of orgasm in the same way, and can instead fully savor the buildup, then enjoy one orgasm after another without the tidal shifts in mood and behavior. Recognizing this, women are encouraged to experience uninhibited sexual pleasure whenever they desire it.
Karen lowers her husband, Tyler, to his hands and knees behind Emily. Keeping him in his cage, Karen pushes his head into Emily’s bottom and has him slowly lick her pussy and asshole with his tongue. Emily lets out a moan of ecstasy and turns around to see who’s been chosen to eat her out. She’s enjoyed Karen’s husband many times, usually trading him back and forth while she and Karen talk and make out a bit. Karen’s husband never has his cage removed. She’s only seen him orgasm once, when Karen took pity on him and milked his prostate with her finger until he emptied himself through his cage. She feels Tyler’s wet tongue spread her little asshole open and gasps. She grinds her ass into his face, letting his tongue penetrate her deeper, then puts Eric back in her mouth to muffle her blissful moans.
Adam watches this with his cock standing straight up in the air. He longs to put his face where Tyler’s is so he can smell Emily’s arousal up close, but his eyes keep drifting back to Tyler’s little cage flapping back and forth while he fucks Emily with his tongue. He imagines how it will feel; the pride of having his cock owned by someone else.
Some men find that they rarely, if ever, need to orgasm, once caged. They pleasure their partners when told to, or simply watch while she fucks other men. Some prefer not to be present and simply hear the details of how their wives were fucked afterward. Adam didn’t think he’d be one of those men. He enjoyed being inside Emily and filling her with his cum. He always accepted sharing her with other men, but hoped she’d still allow him to fuck her once they were married.
Adam notices Karen’s hand on her husband’s ball sack while he tongues Emily’s ass. Karen is squeezing and tugging, squeezing and tugging, gently reminding him that his owner remains firmly in control.
Emily takes her mouth off Eric and leans on the floor to catch her breath. It’s clear the tongue in her ass is already moving her toward her first orgasm. Beatrice takes the opportunity to move Eric around to Emily’s back side. Beatrice and Karen smile at each other, and without discussion, Karen moves her husband’s mouth out of Emily’s ass crack and onto Eric’s cock to keep him hard while Emily recovers. Tyler licks Eric’s cock as eagerly as he did Emily’s ass, and Eric clearly enjoys the experienced cocksucker now pleasuring him. When Emily rises back up on all floors, Eric is swiftly moved into place, and Beatrice guides his cock into Emily’s awaiting cunt.
Adam watches and listens as Eric begins pounding his finance’s ass in front of him. He’s watched her fuck many men, but always while stroking himself from the sidelines, waiting for his turn. His hands are strapped down now, and soon his erection will be suppressed. He thinks back to the many school lectures about oxytocin and its effect on mood; how he would feel intensely affectionate and generous toward her once he was caged, caring only about serving her and providing her with pleasure. Right now, his mind is still clouded by longing and the slightest bit of jealousy. He wants to be the one pounding his finance’s ass, and for just a moment he wishes it was him and no one else who could pleasure her. Strangely, that thought only makes his cock stand straighter and harder than before. He thinks he might cum right one the spot without anyone touching him, but then this would all be over.
And he wants more…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5snvqz/caged_in_matrimony_part_1_bi_mmmfff_cuck_chastity