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Chastity belt story: The Gift That Keeps On... 

Week 1: They tell you to be careful in what you wish for.

As usual, I awoke with an erection. Or, more correctly, my attempt at

an erection woke me; the feeling of my cock trying to grow, to stretch

and swell was hampered by its confinement in a steel cage which was

firmly anchored to my swollen balls by a hinged stainless steel clamp

ring, and secured with a small brass padlock, which was, of course,

securely locked. The constant straining against the cage had woken me,

as it had woken me every morning since my wife had requested that I

wear it.

It started off innocuously enough. We had been experimenting with a

male chastity device, a kind of cage for my cock to heighten the

teasing and denial games that we had been playing. While we typically

played for a few hours to a few days over a long weekend, it usually

ended in one of us removing the cage and indulging in some great sex.

One night, a week or so before my birthday, she mentioned that a neat

present would be to have her lock me up for a few days, just to

heighten the arousal. I thought that she would blow it off, like she

had several times in the past, but the next night found her straddling

my hips, bringing me to the edge of coming, and dangling the cage in

front of me. In an apparent change of attitude, she told me that once I

came, I would have to put on "the cage" until she felt like letting me

out - no argument. When I agreed - I was so horny at that point I would

have agreed to anything - she then told me to beg her to lock me up

("So you won't complain, since it will be your own choice," she

explained). The thought of her keeping me locked up, but continuing to

tease me for a few days was pretty hot - so hot, in fact, that as I was

"begging", I came harder that I'd thought possible. She gave me a few

moments to bask in the afterglow, and surprisingly demanded that I lock

myself up again. Sometimes she teases me just to see me come, but this

time she was serious. So I put it on and locked it, figuring that a few

days of erotic torture leading up to my birthday would be fun. A week

would be the longest time ever, and I actually looked forward to the

buildup of excitement.

The next morning my erection straining at the cage woke me up, and I

teased myself a bit by caressing her as she slept. She woke slowly, and

snaked her hand down to my cock. Sighing and moaning a bit, she moved

my hand to the warm area between her legs. Obligingly, I stroked her,

surprised at how quickly she became wet. Barely a few minutes later she

moaned and arched her hips, and I slowed my stroking to allow her to

come down. She smiled, and opened her eyes for the first time. She

reached up to give me a good-morning kiss, and her hand again slid down

to fondle my caged cock. I whimpered as she shook and stroked the few

bits of flesh that bulged through the bars and firmly squeezed my

balls.

She whispered "Do you have your key? Get it for me, please."

Not needing to be told twice, I hopped out of bed and riffled through

my pants for my keyring. I removed the little silver key from the ring

and sliding back into bed, handed it to her. She placed it firmly on

her nightstand, and turned to see the look of amazement on my face.

"What, did you think that I was going to unlock you so soon?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

She took my face in her hands and said "I want to make sure that you

have a wonderful birthday present. I mean, you suggested it, right?"

"Er, no. You suggested it."

"Whatever. The point is that it's your present and you agreed, right?"

I nodded again, feeling devastated.

"Good," she said, laying back down, "Now, how about making some coffee

while I snooze for a few more minutes."

That was a week before my birthday. I remember that morning well.

The time ever since then has been incredible - for her. For the next

few days she was pampered with massages and pedicures, and of course,

with lots of attention from my fingers and tongue. I rubbed her body

with cream after her shower, massaged her feet and painted her

toenails. I still remember the first night when she rolled over to go

to sleep, completely ignoring the state that I was in. It didn't take

long before I was crazy with desire for her, and I tried to convince

her to unlock me so that I could come. I even told her that she could

lock me back up again after I was done. She anticipated that, however,

and told me that she "accidentally" left the keys at work. I continued

to service her with my tongue each night and with my fingers in the

morning, feeling my cock painfully straining against the cage. She had

all the benefits, except that of feeling my warm cock inside her. She

didn't complain, though, and managed to suffer through it by having me

fuck her with a realistic silicone dildo while I licked and sucked on

her pussy. One night, I wore her strap-on dildo and despite the

maddening feeling of not being able to come, I gave her a nice long

fucking that ended with a shuddering orgasm for her - and an incredibly

frustrated sleepless night for me.

Finally my birthday arrived. She continued to tease me all evening, and

by bedtime, I was a wreck. Then she did something that really blew my

mind. My cock was literally swollen out of the cage after an evening of

pleasuring her. Crazy with desire, I lay on top of her, kissing and

caressing her when my caged cock brushed her still wet pussy. Thrusting

and twisting, I managed to push it a short way into her. The feeling

was incredible; she had never seemed so tight or hot. Yet even as I

carefully thrust into her, she began to moan and squirm. Unbelievably,

she was coming. Here I was, frustrated and caged, my the skin of my

cock bulging like a sausage through the bars of the cage; and she was

coming! The thought was too much for me, and right after she came, I

could feel the incredible pressure building up inside me as well.

Unable to hold back, I desperately tried to come, but the cage left me

unable to flex my semi-erect shaft. Disappointingly, I had no

satisfying spasms, just a few meager dribbles and suddenly, before it

had even begun, it was over. It was worse than nothing. I was more

frustrated than ever. My wife, perversely enjoying my lack of release,

pushed my head down between her legs so that I could satisfy her.

As usual, when she was finished she rolled over to go to sleep, again

leaving me caged and horny.

The next morning after my birthday I awoke horny, frustrated, sore, and

still caged. My wife didn't seem very eager to unlock me, so I asked

her to let me out so that we might have a quickie before work. She grew

quiet and looked away for a moment. Sensing that something was up, I

nudged her. Pushing me onto my back, she gave me a kiss and explained

that she had been getting many more benefits from having me locked up

than she would have realized. She said that she liked that I was

attentive, always ready to please her, and she never had any mess to

clean up afterward. She started to explain that although she missed my

cock inside her, she was willing to put up with it for a while. It

began to dawn on me that she was enjoying the situation more than I had

anticipated. She reminded me that since it was my wish to be caged in

the first place, she had no intention to unlock me anytime soon.

Week 2: Sometimes it's hard to remember that this was supposed to be my

present.

Even though I've been taking care of her well - very well - with my

mouth and fingers and the dildo, she insists that she misses the feel

of my cock inside her. The problem is that the longer I'm caged, the

hornier I become. And the hornier I become, the tougher it is for me to

last long enough to satisfy her. Since then, I've been let out only

about once a week so that she could enjoy the feeling of my cock,

swollen from my constant caged erections. Sometimes it's at night just

before she goes to sleep, but usually it's on her day off.

The first time that she let me out was wonderful. After being caged up

for over a week, I fucked her wildly. Pushing her onto her side, I

entered her deeply. It felt so good, I barely noticed how many times

she came. Finally she decided that she wanted to ride my cock. She

moaned a little as I pulled out, but wasted no time in straddling my

hips and lowering herself onto me. I tried to hold back, but watching

her come so strongly sent my already overloaded libido over the edge

and I came hard - over a week's worth of desire and frustration

suddenly released. My throat was sore from moaning, and I could barely

move my legs.

"That was the best sex we've had in I don't know when," I told her when

I could catch my breath.

She nodded, rubbing a washcloth over my cock. "Obviously to me," she

said, "all that saving up just made it so much better." She dangled the

cage over my cock and added, "Hurry up and put this on. I want to go to

sleep." I started to complain but she stopped me, "Do I have to remind

you that this is your birthday present?"

"Um, yeah," I answered, "but I was thinking it was just going to be a

few days, or a week tops."

"Oh, stop complaining," she told me, "it's only been a few days, like

what, nine or ten days? So a few extra days should be a good thing for

you, right? Besides, it's been pretty good for me."

"Sure, that's because you've been getting some sex every other day."

She just smiled. "Uh huh, just how it should be. Besides, it was your

idea, wasn't it?"

I had to admit that I had begged for it. So she snuggled up in my arms

and soon we fell asleep, tired but well sated.

Week 3: So far, I think I can live with this.

The next time was about a week later. It was her day off, so I arranged

to go in late. Instead of handing me the key, she had me warm her up by

licking and rubbing her until she had come a few times. Naturally my

cock was so swollen that it was pressing through the cage, making it

impossible to be removed. I had to put a cold washcloth over it to make

the swelling go down enough. She undid the lock and helped me take it

off, eager to feel me inside of her.

The cage that I wear is a modified version of the ones that you can buy

at "adult toy" stores, but since I own a machine shop, it's more secure

than the plastic models on the market. It has a hinged stainless steel

ring that encircles my cock and balls. It stretches my balls out from

my body a little, so I'm always just a tiny bit aware that it's on. I

expect that after a while my balls will stretch enough to be just a bit

more comfortable, but it hasn't happened yet. The cage itself is held

on by two thin plastic-coated stainless steel bands fastened to the

cock ring. When soft, the end of my cock just about reaches the end of

the cage, and just about fills the sides. That means that as soon as I

get excited, my cock swells to the point where I'm exceedingly

uncomfortable. Naturally, it can't extend any further, so the skin

bulges out from the metal. It stops just short of being painful. The

problem is that when I'm aroused, the feeling of constriction itself

becomes even more arousing, and I'm trapped in a vicious cycle. You'd

think that since I had designed and built it myself that I'd have been

more aware of the comfort factor, but wearing something for a few hours

is nothing like wearing it for a few weeks.

Another one of the benefits for my wife is that once I take off the

cage, my cock is swollen wider than normal. I suspect that this is part

of the reason that she likes me so confined. I teased my head into her,

just the tip at first. I love to hear her gasp as my head slides in and

rubs under her pubic bone. In, then slowly out, and in less than a

minute she was coming. Even though I was excited myself, I managed to

give her some slow, deep strokes. I like to pull out just about all the

way, and then plunge back in, my head dragging her lips. She gets very

wet, and I like to fuck her this way until she's come quite a few

times. This time was no exception, and after she had come four or five

times, I pressed my hips tightly against her and hugged her body close

to mine. My head was still swollen, and when I angled my hips up, she

responded by scratching my back with her nails. Gradually I sped up my

tempo, and in another minute she was biting my shoulder, and I heard

her moan lightly as she came.

Seeing that she was still excited, I turned her on her side. She loves

to have me fill her this way, and she was so wet that I slipped right

in. I pushed my hips up to hers so hard that her eyes popped open in

surprise.

"Too hard?" I asked, "Want me to stop?"

She shook her head, barely able to speak. "Just, umm... a little...

ooohhhh," she moaned.

I love to watch her in the daylight, so I continued to fuck her this

way for a few more minutes. My balls were swollen and sore, and as they

dragged on her thigh I became more stimulated. I again pushed deeply.

"Oh, honey, I want to come this way. Can I come yet?" I asked her

feverishly.

She nodded, "Come for me." and pushed her hips back to meet mine.

I closed my eyes for a moment and gripped her side and her thigh.

Quickly, I thrust into her, feeling my sore balls rubbing her thigh.

Suddenly, I felt my hot come gushing out, so much that it squished out

of her before I had even finished. Wave after wave of pleasure

propelled my hips forward until my cock was sore from pulsing. Weakly I

leaned over her to kiss her neck, and then without pulling out, settled

down to snuggle, spoon-style.

"That sounded nice," she said, her arm lazily caressing my leg.

"Mmmm," I moaned, "that's because I finally got to stretch the love

muscle." I hugged her tightly, enjoying her warm back against my chest

and warm ass against my groin. "When I'm locked up, I can't stretch, so

all those spasms get backed up, you know." I kissed her neck. "Of

course, I don't understand why you wouldn't want to do this more

often."

She playfully pushed me away, "Because then it wouldn't feel so special

to you. I'm just trying to give you what you asked for." She turned to

face me, and gave me a long, deep kiss. "And doesn't it feel good when

we finally get to have some?" I couldn't argue with her, so we lay

there for a few more minutes until I had to leave for work. She watched

me squeeze myself back into the chastity cage and lock it up. I got

dressed, and remembered the morning for the rest of the week.

Week 5: I almost forgot that I was wearing it - sometimes.

I swear that she started going out of her way to touch me, tease me in

a vary casual ways; although she didn't ask me to "take care of her" as

often. The first week we had sex almost every day. The second week it

was more like every other day, but the warm weather allowed her to

sleep in just a light nightgown, and the feel of her skin so close to

me was a nightly reminder of what I couldn't have. I was every bit as

excited, and my cock still woke me up in the morning.

Finally, after more than a week since the last time, she surprised me

by simply handing me the key as I was getting into my nightly shower.

You'd think I would have rushed through the shower, but instead I took

my time, trying to stop the trembling. When I slid into bed, she was

completely nude. She didn't want me to waste any time eating her,

though. Quickly she pushed me onto my back and engulfed my already

stiff cock with her warm mouth. The shock nearly made me jump off the

bed. Less than a minute later I was begging her to stop because I was

so close to coming. Sensing an opportunity, she rolled onto her back

and pulled me on top of her. We kissed, our bodies touching, but I was

careful to keep my hips from rubbing her too much so as not to get over

stimulated. When I thought I had settled down, I pushed my cock head

toward her pussy. It was already wet, and I slid in easily. She bit her

lip and pulled me closer. My cock was swollen from over two straight

weeks in the cage, and she seemed so tight that I knew I would not last

long. I tried to fuck her slowly, pacing myself, but my overly swollen

cock made her come several times in a row. Each time she came I had to

force myself to hold back.

Then she wanted to ride me. Normally I love that position, but I was

afraid that I would come too quickly. I wanted to make it good for her,

but since I had to wait so long, I wanted as much time as possible to

enjoy it myself. She wouldn't wait, though, so I lay back and she

quickly slid onto my shaft. I could tell that she was really enjoying

the feeling of my cock swollen more than normal, and she came quickly.

Unfortunately, watching her come on top of me was so exciting that

moments after she came, so did I.

She was a bit upset about that, almost disappointed. "You're supposed

to wait until I tell you," she hissed at me "I wasn't done yet."

I apologized, "But it just felt so good, and I was so horny, waiting

all that time... "

She just grunted and rolled over, muttering, "You couldn't do that one

little thing for me. Well, see if I'm nice to you anytime soon."

She couldn't have been too frustrated, because she was sleeping in a

few minutes. My own desire somewhat abated, I curled up against her

back and held her closely.

I woke up early with a rock-hard erection. It was the first time in

weeks that I had been able to have full-blown morning erection, and I

was anxious not to waste the opportunity. I realized that she had

forgotten to cage me before we went to sleep, so I fondled her,

enjoying her warmth as much as I enjoyed the feeling of an unfettered

hardness. Soon I had her legs parted, and I was again entering her,

more gently now. She was just barely awake, but certainly awake enough

to enjoy a nice slow fucking. Soon her hands tightened around my waist,

pulling me closer. I listened to her soft moans, her eyes closed in

sleepy pleasure. She came softly and I continued to pump into her.

Quickly she came again, and I gave her a moment to catch her breath.

I saw that she was more awake, so I asked her if she wanted to roll

onto her side. She just nodded and threw her legs over to allow me to

enter her. This is one of her favorite positions, and I wasted no time

in giving her something she really enjoyed. Pushing hard against her

hips, I could hear her groaning, no, grunting with pleasure. I wasn't

as wild as last night, just firm, constant thrusting, pressing up hard

against her hips. She gripped my hand, eyes closed as she came several

more times. At last she drew a deep breath and I slowly pulled out.

She now pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. This is my

favorite position, but since I had already come last night, I knew I'd

be able to hold out for a while. She again closed her eyes as she rode

my cock. She must have been fully awake by this point, because she

barely noticed me; she just put her hands on my shoulders and thrust

her hips toward mine. Again and again she pushed and rocked, scratching

my chest with her nails. She pushed down on me, as I raised my hips to

deepen my thrusting. She came hard, and moments later I felt my own

cock pulsing and spurting inside her. She collapsed on my chest, and I

hugged her for a moment, kissing her neck. Slowly she sat up. My cock

was slowly softening, and I pulsed it inside her. She reached behind

her and grabbed hold of my swollen balls. "You're very naughty," she

said, suppressing a smile, "I didn't give you permission for that."

"What, for giving you some nice hard cock?" I asked, "Besides, you sure

enjoyed it." I nuzzled her shoulders.

"No, that was nice," she replied, "I meant I didn't give you permission

to come. Good thing I'm about to take a shower, so your punishment

won't be too bad - this time."

author:  Tom Allen

The Edge of Vanilla