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My fiancée and I have been exploring male chastity for some time now. After I introduced the concept to her, she eventually decided that she enjoyed it. She has always had a fairly controlling nature in bed, so I wasn’t surprised by this outcome. Soon after, I purchased a CB-2000 device, and we experimented with it on several occasions. While she doesn’t keep me locked up around the clock every day or night, her usual routine is to leave me secured for about seven or eight days before letting me out again. She does this because she prefers that I don’t become too accustomed to being confined.

I have quite a few stories from previous periods of chastity, but I decided to begin my journal entry last night when she locked me in once more.

She knows how much I adore corsets. I had been requesting that she wear one for my benefit, and luckily, she owned one in a lingerie style. That evening (unfortunately, since we don’t live together yet…), as we were heading out to go somewhere, she slipped into the corset and wore my favorite dress over it just for me. In my view, she had never looked better; I found myself staring at her perfect silhouette and beautifully shaped breasts.

Later that night, back at my place, she wanted some fun but had just started her menstrual cycle, which meant we couldn’t engage in the usual activities.

First came the kissing and making out. As always, she trailed her tongue along the roof of my mouth, sending shivers through me. I held her close, running my hands up and down over her corset, hugging the back where the laces made me feel even more aroused. She rolled on top of me and began grinding against me while playing with my nipples—licking and sucking them gently. Then she moved to my neck, lightly biting, sucking, and licking there as well, which drove me wild.

I hadn’t been able to ejaculate in a week because we had been away visiting family last week, so I started begging her to let me come. She kept refusing. I pulled her hand down toward my penis several times, but she firmly told me to stop before laying on her back and starting to stroke me.

However, she stopped again. So this time, I looked at her and rolled over onto the top position. I began humping her leg and crotch until the intensity built up more than ever, leading to a particularly powerful release for me. After shuddering through it, she asked me to clean her up, which I did.

I lay back down beside her, and we just sat there talking romantically for a bit. Then she rolled over with a smirk and announced that it was time for me to be locked away again. I winced at the thought because she had already retrieved the device. The pink CB-2000 seemed to call my name once more…

She separated the parts, guided my scrotum through the ring, followed by my flaccid penis… She pulled it snug and inserted the pin through the back hole, along with the spacer on the pin… Then she held my shaft steady while sliding the cage over it. She giggled as she secured everything tightly, placed the lock spacer in position, looked at me, and asked if I was ready.

I said no, but she replied simply, “Oh well,” and clicked the lock shut.

But her teasing wasn’t done. Knowing that I tend to crash after an orgasm and that she would need to arouse me again eventually, she decided to crawl on top of me. Staring down at me while wearing her beautiful corset, she talked about how my penis belonged entirely to her and promised to tease me ruthlessly throughout the week. She even mentioned that she wouldn’t tell me exactly when I’d be unlocked; if I asked too often, it would just add another day.

She stayed on top of me for a while before lying back down again, continuing to grind against the device, which led us into more kissing and her sucking on my nipples once more. Within about five minutes, she had made me intensely horny all over again. She then announced that she was going to bed because she was tired.

I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes, and she agreed I could spoon her since the cage felt nice against her buttocks—but that was it.

I helped her unlace the corset as she put on her nightgown. Meanwhile, I donned my boxers, snuggled up in bed with an aching erection once more, feeling desperate to be released. I asked if she might change her mind, pointing out how unfair it was that I couldn’t ejaculate whenever I pleased like other men do.

Her response was simple: “Most guys own their cock. You don’t. It’s all mine. I own the body part that defines you as a male. I decide when and how it is used. You don’t get to orgasm unless I feel like allowing it. So, consider yourself out of luck. Good night, sweetie, sweet dreams. Love you.”

She got comfortable while I curled up beside her, spooning her with my cage pressing into her back, our feet crossed… thinking that this is going to be a very difficult week.