We’d talked about all the things we wanted to experience, but the cuckolding fantasy was a bit different. It turned us both on, and we fantasized together often, but we’d both agreed that it would remain a fantasy only, until we both felt that the time was right.
It had been an incredibly hot long distance relationship for the first four years. It was hard at times, but we always found a way to make it work, get together once in a while, and keep it hot and sexy while we endured the long separations. We kept our love and lust for one another stoked and aflame, by texting and calling often, sharing fantasies, planning for our future both vanilla and kinky/sexy, writing stories and her texting with bulls that she wanted to fuck. After four years, she was finally here, with me, for good. We were engaged to be married.
She’d changed over time. She’d been somewhat demure when we’d first started getting to know one another online. It’d taken months before I even knew her real name. Looking back on it, I can’t believe that I’d tolerated that, but I know it’s because I knew that she was the one. The one woman that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.
When I picked her up at the airport this time, she’d instructed me to bring her the keys. The keys to the chastity device that I’d offered to wear for her occasionally, while she was away during our times apart. At first, I’d wear it for a few days, send her pics, and tell her how swollen and horny for her I was. It made me feel close to her, like she was hugging me from many miles away. It turned her on, knowing that she had control of HER cock. It also turned me on, as well. It was hot. After a few days, I’d make excuses to be let out, and she’d always relent.
Over time, the chastity durations increased, as she became more confident that there would be no health risks or long term effects of keeping me locked and denied for as long as she chose to. When she’d locked me up exactly one month before Valentine’s Day last year, I’d wrongfully assumed that she’d be keeping me locked for one month again. I’d served a 33 day “sentence” before, so I figured that she was going to allow me to unlock after another long, agonizingly frustrating one month lockup. My heart sank at the thought, initially. A month is a very long time. It also turned me on. I’d experimented with chastity before I met her, sure, but I’d never imagined that I’d submit to being locked up for an entire month. She made it happen. I’d do anything for her. She knew I would.
When I handed her the keys at Logan Airport, I had been locked for my wife-to-be for over a year.
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