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While I am mostly dominant toward my wife, I have enjoyed many femdom elements for a long time. Ballbusting has always been my greatest turn-on; although I like several other femdom kinks, chastity never really appealed to me until now.

Sunday, April 19: Feeling bored and horny, I started a ballbusting-focused porn blog ( I spent far more time than usual porn blogging during the week that followed.

Friday, April 24: Perhaps inspired by all the chastity content I had been scrolling past, it struck me as an idle thought that my wife could lock me in a cage. It was fun to consider, and while driving to work, I daydreamed about various aspects of it. At one point, I recalled that she would be away for a week this summer, so the idea formed that I would remain locked for that entire period.

This thought produced my strongest reaction in some time. My mind felt simultaneously aroused, afraid, and peaceful. A deep, sudden sinking feeling settled in my stomach, and my testicles retracted rapidly. In that moment, I realized I was onto something significant.

That evening, I proposed the idea to my wife. She was surprised but open-minded, asking a few questions: What are the medical risks according to real physicians rather than just kinksters? Sometimes I agree to follow a rule as part of an allowance and then resent her for enforcing it; will this become another one of those cases? We talked briefly, and I tried not to overwhelm her. She said she needed time to think and asked me to take it slow. I also mentioned my new porn blog, though she didn’t seem interested in looking at it.

Saturday, April 25: When my wife gave me instructions, I began asking myself, What would I say if my penis were locked in a cage where she held the key? This first led to agreeing that we should get a budgeting app and record all our spending. It is something she has wanted for years while I have resisted, because I dislike following strict procedures and prefer to spend money discreetly from time to time. However, as I imagined standing at a cash register with my credit card in hand and my genitals caged by her discretion, recording expenses suddenly didn’t seem so bad.

Later, I suggested that I would tie her up that night; she loves it, even though I usually don’t want to put in the effort. She was excited. We discussed chastity a bit more.

That night, I stayed up too late writing an important email that should have been sent on Friday. When I finally got into bed, I was exhausted. I apologized, but I really wasn’t ready for ropes after all. She gave a disappointed “Oh…” and got up to go to the bathroom.

While she was out of the room, I lay there feeling completely drained and asked myself what I would do if my penis were locked in a cage where she held the key. I pulled myself into a sitting position, retrieved my ropes from the bedside table, and greeted her eagerly when she returned.

My technique was slightly rusty, but I bound her, blindfolded her, and ran the Wartenberg wheel all over her body. She was already gasping and twitching by the time I settled between her legs. When she couldn’t take any more tongue action, I moved up, gave her a toothy kiss on the neck, and slid easily inside. Our sex that night was wilder and more passionate than it had been in over a month, after which we fell asleep together.