We need more pictures of gentlemen bound by heavy chains, steel shackles, metal collars and cuffs, and stainless steel chastity devices.

A number of interesting things happened when Husband started wearing a chastity cage.  He began focusing less on pleasing his own cock; more on pleasing me.  And me?  I became pretty intensely focused on the cock and balls.  Mainly, I was adamant that the goods needed to be safe and healthy; the whole package also had to be attractive for me to look at, which is why the device is from Mature Metal was our choice after a great deal of research.  (I have two other posts about devices on this tumblr.  Please do check them out.)

And then we found toys!  It seems that when one is fixated upon one’s Husband’s caged bits, one discovers all sorts of delightfully amusing novelties.  If one is also a teensy bit of a sadist, a whole world of agreeable surprises reveals itself.

Over the next several days, I will post pictures and reviews of a few of our favourites, along with websites from where we purchased them.

Let’s play.  ;-)

I look away for a moment from the book I’m reading to glance at my iPad.  The “Find my iPhone” app shows that my wife has just taken the exit from Route 10 on her way home.  She’ll be here in about ten minutes.  I’ve been home from work for almost an hour now; time enough to take a shower, change clothes, and relax for a few minutes with my book.  I finish the page I’m reading and put the book down to go into the bedroom to strip off my clothes and spray on some of my wife’s favorite cologne.  I then head over to the front door, unlock it, and take my customary position — kneeling by the door, eagerly awaiting her arrival.  I am naked save for the steel chastity cage locked tightly onto my cock.  By now that hardly counts; it’s almost a part of me.

My wife first locked up my cock more than two years ago.  Just for a couple of days at a time at first; then a little longer.  By the time we reached a month straight, she remarked how much more attentive I was becoming.  There is no doubt it was true.  The hornier I got, the more I focused my thoughts and energies on her, and the more our love for one another blossomed anew.

I hear the car pull up, then her footsteps on the path.  The door opens and she walks in.  ”Good evening, my Darling”, she says.  I reply, “Good evening, my Love”.  She comes over to me, places her hand around my head, and hugs me to her stomach.  I enjoy the warm softness of the intimate caress.  We remain there motionless for a long moment, quietly enjoying each other’s presence.

She removes her hand and heads into the bedroom.  I follow, alert for opportunities to serve.  She disrobes, and I take each item of clothing from her in turn, folding them carefully and laying them on the bench.  ”I’d like you to wear the blue butt plug this evening”, she says.  I go into the closet to retrieve it, while she has a quick shower.  I spread just a touch of lube on the butt plug - enough to help it slide in, but not enough so that it will slide out again unbidden.  I push it into my ass, feeling the fullness, the pleasant discomfort.

When my wife is finished showering I pass her her robe.  She slips it on, dries herself, and dresses in “something more comfortable”.  We move into the living room, where she settles herself on the couch.  ”A glass of white wine, please, my Darling”, she says.  In the kitchen, I open a bottle that I think she’ll enjoy, and fetch her a glass.  I sit on the floor cushion at her feet, happy to be in my proper place.  ”How was your day?”, she asks.  We talk of this and that - meetings, lunches, traffic, the ups and downs of daily life.

I heat up some leftovers for our dinner, and serve her on the couch.  Once I am sure that she has everything she requires, I bring my own plate over to my place by her feet.  We eat together in quiet companionship.

She drains her glass.  ”Another glass of wine, please, slave.  And get one for yourself.”  I do as she instructs.  On my return I flip on the television.  We sip wine while watching “A Game of Thrones”.  She taps on the keyboard of her laptop, sending teasing messages to the other fortunate gentlemen that she keeps locked up in chastity.  As an online and long-distance keyholder, she provides a valuable service to those who share our love of male chastity but who have not found a real-time keyholder.

When the television show is over, she sets her laptop aside.  ”Fetch my black riding crop”, she says.

I go into the bedroom and return with the requested item, placing it into her hand and waiting patiently for her next instruction.

“Turn around and bend over.”

Following her direction, my legs are spread wide, my genitals vulnerably exposed, as I know she prefers.  She slaps me smartly once on each buttock.

“What do you desire, slave?”

“To serve you, Madame.”  It is the truth.  That is what I most desire.

I feel the crop strike my exposed ass several more times, creating a pleasant sting.

“What else do you desire, slave?”

“To please you, Madame.”

My beloved wife believes that these ritualized interrogations help to reinforce the essentials of our relationship.  She is quite correct, of course.

Another few good whacks with the crop.  Harder this time.

“What else do you desire, slave?”

“Nothing else, Madame.”  Again, it is the simple truth.  I am devoted to her.

“Nothing?”, she asks in mock surprise.  ”Nothing else at all?”

“No, Madame.  Nothing else.”

“That’s why you’re such a good slave”, she says, tapping me affectionately with the crop.  ”And this cock and balls that hang here between your legs?”  She nudges my steel encased genitals.  ”Whose are those?”

“They’re yours, Madame”, I reply.

“Not yours?”, she asks.  ”Are you sure?”

“Quite sure, Madame.  They’re entirely yours.”

“How many times could I whack them then… with my riding crop I mean?”

“As many times as pleases you, Madame.”

“Ten?  Twenty?  A hundred?”

“Yes, Madame.  If you wish.”

A moment passes.  Then, without warning, she gives my balls three hard whacks.  I struggle to retain my balance gasping for breath.

“That’s good to know”, she says.  There is a quiet pause while I slowly recover my composure.

“I think that will be enough for today, slave”, she says.  ”Put this away.”

Having gratefully returned the crop it to its place in the bedroom, I return to sit at her feet, acutely aware of the burning sensation on my balls and ass.

We watch a little more television.  Abruptly she stands up, and walks into the bedroom.  I follow.  She strips naked, picks up her iPhone, and lies face down on the bed.  I know what is required — I lie behind her and bury my face between her ass cheeks.  For a long time neither of us moves.  I rejoice in the sweet submission of the moment, lying there naked with my face in her ass.  She fiddles with the phone.  Time passes. 

“Lick my ass, slave.”

This is what I have been hoping for.  I eagerly thrust my tongue into her asshole.

“Gently!” she admonishes me.  ”Control yourself!”

I settle myself into gentle rhythm, licking her ass cheeks all over, and then her sweet asshole.  I smell the unmistakable, wonderful scent of her.  All else fades away as I sink deeply into a sea of submissive bliss.  Is it hours, or only a few minutes?  ”Enough now, slave,” she says.  I break out of my trance.

She walks into the bathroom to take another shower.  After drying herself, she settles onto the bed, lying on her back with her legs apart.  There is no question what is required of me now.  I recline between her thighs, and use my teeth to tug gently at the steel rings that pierce her labia.  She sighs contentedly as I lick all around her glorious pussy, building anticipation, until I thrust my tongue deeply inside her.  I wrap my whole mouth over her warm, wet vulva, and suck hard.  She moans happily.  I alternately bite gently and lick furiously, eliciting ever louder evocations from my Beloved.  My cock is now straining painfully within its confines.  The scent, taste, feel, sound of her excite me to my core.  She erupts in a shuddering, screaming orgasm.  When her storm finally subsides, she begins thrusting urgently at my face, and I re-double my efforts to bring her quickly to a second climax.  I start to lick again, but she pushes her thighs gently yet firmly together, a sign that she is finished for the night.  Reluctantly I pull myself away.

In that moment I want to beg her to pull off my cock cage, wrap her hand around my cock, and yank me to a glorious orgasm, wanting nothing more than to fulfill my own urgent desire.  I take several deep breaths, and remind myself, “Her pleasure is enough for me”.  I say it again.  And again.  The moment passes.  Still longing for sweet release, I know that I serve my Madame better when I orgasm less, so I am ashamed of my momentary weakness, of my unseemly selfishness.  I am her slave.  It is only her pleasure that matters.  Yes.  All is well.

I roll over on the bed, floating happily in submissive elation.  ”Have I served you well today, Madame?” I ask.

“Yes, my Darling,” comes the reply.  ”You have served me very well.  I am pleased with you.”

That is all I require.  The day is well spent.

“Goodnight, my Sweetheart,” I say.  ”I love you.”

“Goodnight, my Darling.  I love you too.”