Chastity Stories:My Journey with a Chastity Husband
This story is a true personal account that chronicles the author’s sexual exploration with her husband, using a chastity cage to elevate their mundane life and embark on a journey of breaking through sexual climaxes. I hope this helps you.
The Emergence of Chastity
I’m quite open-minded, but only to a certain extent. There are times when I agree to engage in role-playing scenarios, allowing you to unleash your desires and mold me into the person you want me to be. It’s a part of what I enjoy. However, solely focusing on sexual matters feels unnatural and lacks the desired sensuality. In truth, such conversations seem rather foolish and devoid of meaning. I did try it for a while, but eventually, I found it becoming increasingly dull and unappealing. So, let’s set those things aside and focus on other meaningful activities. I’m no longer interested in that sort of role-playing and don’t wish to discuss it further. If you wish to maintain chastity, please refrain from bringing up the topic, as I have lost interest in it.
Has my husband mentioned this topic again? How do I perceive it? Well, he knows my perspective on this matter. While he doesn’t bring it up frequently, every few months he annoyingly resurfaces the subject. It’s enough to dampen my spirits entirely. Eventually, I gave in – once again, albeit reluctantly. I believed that perhaps this time he would either immediately abandon or eventually relinquish the idea after “playing” with it. Does it prove effective? It might yield some results, but not in the way I initially envisioned.
The conditions of our chastity
I have the option to use a chastity cage. You can choose to accept it, or we can stop discussing it altogether. Initially, I thought I would be subjected to something very uncomfortable, but in reality, he hasn’t even considered having me wear it.
You will never bring up the chastity cage proactively. No begging, no sexual discussions – these topics should not be part of our conversations, let alone discussed for consecutive days. I have the sole right to initiate any conversation about it. If you mention it, I will be greatly disturbed, and I assure you, you will regret it.
I will not dress up for your pleasure, and you should not treat me as a sexual object frequently or use me as a substitute for erotic fantasies. This is absolutely prohibited, so please refrain from mentioning it again.
There is no timetable, no so-called “points system,” and no passwords. I have the authority to decide if and when to unlock your penis. This is not open for discussion, and please remember that I no longer wish to talk about it. If I choose to unlock, I will initiate the discussion. In fact, if you bring it up, pester me, or engage in any behavior I dislike, I will punish you in a manner that you won’t find pleasurable, without resorting to any sexual toys or attire.
So, have we reached an agreement?
What happens next?
Alright, my husband enthusiastically agrees, and I start searching for a chastity cage that appears effective yet extremely uncomfortable. I conduct extensive research, but do you know how difficult it is to find genuine information on this topic on the internet? There’s hardly anything reliable. Most content is either pornography, websites offering sexual services, or purely fictional stories. Nonetheless, I do my best and purchase a cage that seems secure but highly uncomfortable. I even measure my husband (which proves to be a challenging endeavor). He is eager to try it on.
However, it turns out I was mistaken. I thought it would be straightforward – just put the cage on his penis, endure a few days, a week, or even a month of discomfort, and we would be done. But the reality is entirely different. Yes, I measured the size. Yes, my husband is excited, finally experiencing the sensation of being restricted. However, a few days later, the cage inexplicably falls into the toilet, completely ineffective in preventing it.
I take this opportunity to point out how absurd and pointless this situation is, but my husband doesn’t want to listen. He insists that I need to find a smaller or different cage. Well, I return to the internet and conduct more research. Oh boy, it’s both foolish and tedious. He provides me with some suggestions and links, but many of them are either custom-made or exorbitantly priced, and they all look incredibly silly.
After weeks of trial and error, I finally find a cage that seems to align with my intentions, albeit with some flaws. As a bonus, it looks genuinely intimidating. During these weeks, I find myself in a strange state of conflict. On one hand, I am dedicated to finding a genuinely effective male chastity cage that he can’t escape from. On the other hand, I hope the cage appears incredibly uncomfortable to the point where he gives up. I’m not sure what outcome I truly desire. Regardless, I have decided to put an end to all of this, whether he gives up or the fantasy turns out to be so terrible in reality. In fact, I might even prefer the latter, so there won’t be 24×7 sexual discussions, role-playing, and sexy costumes every day. Instead, there will be genuine discomfort, a true end to all of this.
Alright, my husband certainly agrees eagerly. So I start searching for a genuinely effective and genuinely uncomfortable chastity cage. I conduct extensive research, but do you know how difficult it is to find authentic information on this topic on the internet? It’s almost non-existent. Most information involves pornography, sex worker-related content, or purely fictional stories. Despite that, I make an effort and purchase a metal cage that appears secure but indeed uncomfortable. I even measure my husband (which was quite a challenging attempt), and he is eager to try it on.
However, it turns out I was wrong. I thought it would be straightforward – just put the chastity cage on his penis, endure a few days, a week, or even a month of discomfort, and we would complete the arrangement. However, the reality is completely different. Yes, I measured the size. Yes, my husband is excited, finally experiencing the sensation of being restricted. But a few days later, the cage inexplicably falls into the toilet, rendering it completely ineffective.
I take this opportunity to highlight how absurd and meaningless this situation is, but my husband doesn’t want to listen. He insists that I need to find a smaller or different cage. So, I go back to the internet for research. Oh my, it’s both stupid and boring. He gives me some suggestions and links, but most of them are custom-made and come with a high price tag. They also look quite foolish.
After weeks of trial and error, I finally find a cage that seems to align with my intentions, although it still has some flaws. As a bonus, it looks genuinely terrifying. During these weeks, I find myself in a strange state of contradiction. On one hand, I’m committed to finding a truly effective male chastity cage that will make it impossible for him to escape. On the other hand, I want the cage to appear incredibly uncomfortable, to the point where he voluntarily gives up. I’m not sure what outcome I truly desire. Nevertheless, I have made up my mind to put an end to all of this, whether he gives up or the fantasy turns out to be horrendous in reality. In fact, I might even prefer the latter, so there won’t be 24×7 discussions about sex, role-playing, and sexy attire every day. Instead, there will be genuine discomfort, bringing a true end to everything.
Oh, my God, my husband was forced chastity
I have put a lot of effort into solving this issue. Initially, I just wanted to find a way for my husband to relinquish his chastity, but now things have taken a bit of a turn beyond my expectations. I realized that this project has become more than just a solution; it has become an obsession for me. I crave to fully understand the nature of chastity.
In the search for the right cage and size, I encountered numerous setbacks and mistakes. However, these setbacks didn’t diminish my interest; instead, they fueled my determination to keep pushing forward. My goal shifted from making my husband give up chastity to a larger project of truly controlling his chastity. I feel somewhat confused as the original intent has gradually blurred.
After finally finding a chastity cage and using it for a week on the same cage, I was somewhat shocked. In reality, this project has been ongoing for several months now. I am essentially enforcing chastity upon my husband. I didn’t anticipate things turning out this way, and I feel a bit lost.
I’m not sure what the next step should be now. The whole situation has become incredibly complex, and I need to rethink my intentions and the goals of this project.
Regarding the adjustments and sizing, we have actually made some physical adjustments and adaptations. Believe it or not, giving his body some rest is crucial (we decided to discuss this issue later). There have been discussions and collaborations regarding the “project” almost every day. Most of the discussions were initiated by me. Sometimes it was initiated by my husband, but not in a role-playing or sexual conversation manner, so I never really paid attention to it violating my terms. In this process, I hold the key to a chastity cage that is now installed on my husband, preventing erections, masturbation, and intercourse.
After about a week and a half, I started to realize (we had been experimenting for a week using the same cage) that the progress in completing this project had come to an end. In fact, I am now in control of my husband’s sexual behavior seven days a week, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year if I so desire. Is he truly powerless? He can only be freed if I unlock him, and he can’t remove it without causing severe harm. In fact, if he were to go to the hospital, I’m unsure how the doctors would handle it. I am confident that the plan can be implemented, but it won’t be quick to accomplish, and it certainly won’t go smoothly.
This realization makes me feel strange yet curious. I actually feel excited, but I don’t know why. I attribute it to my understanding of the satisfaction of control. Then I thought, well, now I’m pleased to prove this fantasy wrong, to prove myself right. We can solve this issue forever now. Really, okay, but what now? I decided to stick to the plan and do almost nothing. So, for approximately another week and a half, there was absolutely no mention of chastity. I never brought it up proactively.
Three weeks have passed, and this time has been completely different from the previous weeks of trial and experimentation. These three weeks feel real compared to the previous on-and-off days and the previous week. Perhaps it became real during the first complete workweek. I might have just started to feel its reality, whereas the previous weeks were not fully real. Although my husband didn’t bring it up proactively, I can sense that he wants to. My terms have been effective. Interestingly, I also have the impulse to bring it up, but I refrain from doing so.
What’s truly surprising is that after three weeks, it has seamlessly integrated into everyday life, and my thoughts and his every day are completely different from before. Another surprising thing is that something I never thought would happen has actually happened — when I genuinely contemplate it, I feel aroused. Guess what? I feel excited about enforcing his chastity, not just to prove myself right. I’m actually experiencing sexual arousal. It’s not just about the fetish or kink aspects. Perhaps that’s a small part of it, but when these strange thoughts flash through my mind, I genuinely feel sexual desire. I can’t recall when it last happened years ago. Despite not taking any concrete action yet, I yearn to do something. I’m not sure exactly what, but I want to explore. I decided to wait for another week, maybe a month would be better. By then, I should be able to figure out my feelings, shouldn’t I?
The feeling of chastity teasing is so great
I find myself unable to stop thinking about it. Every day, it keeps coming back to my mind, frequently and disturbingly. I have spent an entire month here, and despite setting a timetable, I still don’t know what to do. My sexual desires have been awakened, and they are even starting to surge. Finally, at around 8 p.m. after dinner, I took some action. I asked my husband if he would be willing to perform oral sex on me. Wow, where did that come from? I’ve never made such a request before. Of course, we have engaged in oral sex before, but it was always as part of his fantasies or as a form of foreplay. This was the first time I initiated it. Without hesitation, he replied, “Of course, please.” This made me even more excited. I told him to clean up the kitchen first, and then I would see if I’m in the mood after he finishes. I’m glad he has been complying with my requests so far, and it’s only now that I realize a whole month has passed. I can hardly believe the words that came out of my mouth. I don’t know why I did it. While he was cleaning the kitchen, I felt both anxious and excited. There was no grand plan. I was wearing a skirt slightly above the knees when I took off my panties in the living room, waiting for him to finish cleaning. I sat on a chair, and time felt eternal. Did I really just do that? I didn’t feel embarrassed, but rather anxious. I still can’t believe I just made him lick me. When he walked into the living room, I lifted my skirt, pushed my buttocks to the edge of the chair, and spread my legs. I didn’t know what to say, in fact, I didn’t say anything at all. My husband knelt in front of me and began his actions. I explicitly told him what I wanted, without any pornographic moans, just a straightforward expression of my desires. I didn’t speak like some terrifying porn star. Honestly, I reached the best orgasm I can remember. I don’t know why that image flashes in my mind. Was there anything different about my husband’s performance? Perhaps it was because I made some adjustments. Is it because of the sense of enforcement of chastity? It’s hard to say. It certainly has nothing to do with waiting for a month because I’ve gone without sex for longer periods before. Obviously, when I reached climax, my husband stopped, but he remained kneeling between my legs until I relaxed. I don’t know how long it took, but when my husband finally spoke, it felt like a long time had passed. I was relieved by his silence because at this moment, I started to feel a bit awkward. He asked me if I wanted to unlock his chastity. I didn’t take the time to answer. No, I hadn’t even considered unlocking him; the thought never crossed my mind. I didn’t even pretend to think about it; I simply blurted out a “no.” What he said next surprised me even more. I told you not to bring it up. I stood up, pulled down my skirt, and handed him the panties I had placed on the chair, telling him to put them in the laundry room.
Write at the end
After going through this period of time, I started to reflect on my initial goals and realized that I couldn’t simply categorize this experience as an occasional game. It has become a more complex and profound experience, and I have come to accept that fact. I understand now that enforcing chastity means more for men; it is a commitment and a responsibility, not just a source of sexual pleasure. Therefore, I have decided to approach this experience in a different way and let go of my initial goals. I admit that I once mistakenly thought of chastity enforcement as just a game, but now I understand its complexity and significance. I apologize for my previous misconception and I am willing to continue this experience with a new perspective, cherishing and respecting the meaning of male chastity enforcement.