I introduced my wife to chastity several years ago. She was definitely reluctant and remains so to this day really, but she indulges me by letting me wear it as an extended form of foreplay every few months. The longest I think I’ve gone in the cage is 7-8 days (and that was only because we put the key in our safe and the batteries to the safe died and we couldn’t locate the emergency key 😂). Usually our lock-ups are around 2-5 days, often on the shorter side.

I think one of the biggest barriers is that she doesn’t like talking about it in any real depth. I’m sure a large part about it is that I’m in a constant state of horniness when I’m wearing it. I fully understand that this horniness will never fully go away, but that it should subside to a low buzz after a period. How long of a period is that typically?

Also would appreciate some insight on how to talk to her about this without her feeling like it’s becoming a nuisance.

Edit: the title question was supposed to be “initial horniness to subside”, not “hormones”. Got autocorrected without realizing it.

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Ok, I'm Asian and I live in Asia, and it seems like most of the time when people talk about male chastity here, it's usually single or young men with Sissy tendencies. But many of the FAQs and testimonials I've seen on reddit, it seems like the chastity stories are mainly for married couples.

I'd like to know where this difference is really coming from, or if there are more couples or subs who are not getting married.

The alarm clock just went off, she hit snooze, and rolled over to cuddle. Her first words were “you’ve made it a whole month.”

Then nothing. Silence. A few seconds later a gentle snore…

Whaddaya think? Sounds to me like she’s content leaving things as they are.

I could be in for a while yet. Wish me luck.

For all those weak, eager to play with their clits, you deserve 2 more weeks locked. Tell me, why did you fail? Why are you trying to deny your sissy like future?

Holy Jesus, it was absolutely amazing and more intimate than anything in a long time. Locked up till next time, but she said she's not going a month again without, lol. I definitely learned a lot about self control, not only physically, but more importantly, verbally. Hope all your journeys are going well too

Hey, everyone! Can’t believe we’re at the end of Locktober. It’s been a wild month of exploring, teasing, and some serious self-control! Brax and I (Addy here!) have had so much fun connecting with you all along the way.

Now the real question: who’s hopping on board for No Nut November? I managed to get Brax to take on the challenge… might be a tough one, but he’s up for trying! So, who’s locking in for NNN, and who’s saying, “maybe next year”?

Whatever you decide, we’re all here for a month of fun, support, and the next adventure! 🗝️ #Locktober #NoNutNovember

I have been told we are continuing onto the new year with no release lots of people seem to be getting a release on the 31st then back for November. Not for me though.

Edit update: I spoke to my KH / wife and asked her what the plan was, lots of people seem to be celebrating by cumming. I was told I'm not lots of people I'm staying locked, denied, desperate as she likes how attentive and affectionate I have become and she will under no circumstances be changing that.

I then got her off twice and she reminded me I wanted to cum women need to cum, we don't with my cage in her arse crack and she fell asleep.

Hi everybody, hope you are enjoying the last few days of locktober before the real torture begins. Thanks for all the love and support through it all. Much appreciated!

We woke up late, wrapped in the soft glow of a lazy Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, filling the room with a calm warmth, though nothing about me felt calm.

My cock was already hard, straining uncomfortably in its small cage, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Addy had driven me to release last night—pulsing helplessly against the steel, feeling her control with every twitch. She leaned over, her hair falling around us, and kissed me, soft and quick, before lowering her mouth to the tip of my caged cock to catch a bead of precum that had already formed. Flashing me a playful grin, she slid out of bed, pulling on my oversized t-shirt, and I heard the coffee machine start as I made my way to the shower.

The water was almost torture, the sensation heightening every ache, each drop hitting the steel cage and reminding me of my denial. I tried to shower quickly, but every move seemed to intensify the ache, and when I finally made my way out to the kitchen, I found Addy in the middle of unloading the dishwasher, her back to me, the shirt rising up just enough to reveal the perfect curve of her bare ass. I couldn’t help myself.

Moving quietly, I bent down, lifting the hem, and planted a kiss right between her legs. She gasped but stayed still, arching slightly as my tongue flicked out, tracing small circles over her clit.

She let me work her like that for a moment, then turned to face me with a smirk. I lifted her onto the counter, dropping to my knees, savoring her taste as I took her in, deep and slow, drawing out every sound I could. I felt her legs tense, her grip on the countertop tighten, and with one last swirl of my tongue, she let out a shuddering moan, releasing against me. I stood, feeling the ache in my cage harder than ever.

“Good morning,” I managed, voice thick with need. “It is now,” she replied, giving me a lazy smile. I took a sip of coffee to ground myself, the strong flavor helping distract me—if only for a moment—as I took over the dishwasher, trying to regain some semblance of control.

The rest of the morning was filled with chores, and though I tried to get her to relax, Addy insisted on helping. She’d hand me things that needed to go low while she stretched up to put other items on the higher shelves, each reach giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her bare skin beneath the shirt. My cock was straining, leaking, desperate as I tried and failed to sneak a few more tastes here and there, each attempt thwarted by Addy’s mischievous smile and a light shove, reminding me we had to finish up. I could barely think straight by the time I was hanging out the last load of laundry, her teasing lingering in every step.

When I found her again, she was in the shower, steam filling the bathroom as she finished shaving. She invited me in with that smirk, pulling me under the warm spray, her body pressed against mine, hands sliding up to cradle my face as she kissed me, deep and consuming.

Her hands found their way to my shoulders, gently guiding me down until I was on my knees. She lifted one leg over my shoulder, leaning back against the cold tiles, gasping as I took her in. Her taste was intoxicating, and I lost myself completely, pressing my tongue to her, each flick and swirl sending her higher. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she ground against my mouth, her body shivering as her orgasm crested, her moans echoing around us.

Once she’d caught her breath, her eyes met mine, filled with that spark of wicked satisfaction. Her hand reached down, fingers grazing over my caged cock, giving it a light squeeze that had me groaning involuntarily. She finished rinsing off, leaving me in the shower to pull myself together, though I could only watch as she toweled off, every motion a calculated tease. Before she left, she tossed a pair of black lace panties onto the counter, her eyes glinting. “You know what to do,” she said with a wink.

I slipped into her thong, feeling the lace press against my aching cock, and stepped into the bedroom where she lay on the bed, completely bare, her legs spread just enough to make my mouth water. I moved toward her, but she closed her legs, tilting her head toward the dresser. I followed her gaze, spotting her favorite black dildo strapped into the harness, and though disappointment flickered through me, the thrill of serving her took over. I buckled up and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs, guiding the toy to her entrance. Slowly, I pushed in, her wetness making it easy, and she let out a deep moan, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“It’s so fucking hot when you take the dildo without lube,” I growled into her ear, my voice thick with lust as I started moving, feeling her pulse around me. She clung to me, her hands moving from my neck to my shoulders as I picked up the pace, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. The sound of our bodies filled the room, her moans rising with every stroke until, with a scream, she came, her body clenching around the toy. I slowed, leaning down to kiss her, savoring the way her body softened beneath me as she relaxed into the afterglow. Reaching between us, I rubbed her clit gently, watching as another orgasm rippled through her.

Finally, I rolled onto my back, breathless and content, only for her to lean over, her voice a husky whisper. “Your turn.” Her hand found my balls, giving them a squeeze that had me gasping, every nerve already on fire from the day’s teasing. She moved down, taking my caged cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the swollen skin, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as she pulled back. Reaching into her nightstand, she retrieved my favorite dildo, strapping it onto herself before guiding me to the edge of the bed.

Slowly, she pressed the head inside, the pressure sending waves of pleasure through me as she eased in deeper, each thrust bringing her just close enough to my prostate to make me shiver.

She started moving in slow, deep strokes, one hand gripping my cage, her fingers tracing circles over the swollen skin. The pleasure built quickly, my body coiling as she pushed me further, driving me past my limits. With one final thrust, she hit my prostate, the sensation sending me over the edge as my orgasm tore through me, the cage pulsing as she held me close, milking every last drop from me. My body went limp, completely spent as she released me, every bit of tension gone.

As I lay there, catching my breath, she unbuckled the harness and slid into bed beside me, wrapping her arms around me, her lips brushing my shoulder. We cleaned up afterward, and she ordered our favorite Chinese takeout, both of us lounging on the couch, laughing and eating, savoring the warmth and intimacy. We ended the day, satisfied, wrapped up in each other, completely in love and ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.

Brax -

My Locktober ended early - our 15 year anniversary was last week, so I got released. But this afternoon, out of nowhere, my wife says, “Go upstairs. Get naked. Put on your cage. I want a back rub.” I responded the only possible way, “Yes, Princess.” And she got the massage she wanted.*

So now, I’m locked. No idea for how long. In the past, we’ve used chastity as an extended foreplay, but today felt different. I feel like she’s finally getting her head around the fact that I enjoy being submissive. I enjoy the denial. I enjoy being her plaything.

*yes, she got a happy ending.

Update: First Release

I (cross) posted recently about my new found situation of being in chastity with my gf as the key holder and my thoughts on it. I was prepared for it to be a long time before I got out but I got very lucky last night. After a little more than 6 days full time locked with no release my gf let me out last night to kick, step on, and stomp my balls in her chucks, then gave me a hj. Unbelievably large finish if you know what I mean. I went right back into my cage.

On a long driving job today thinking about getting out of this cage at the end of locktober

I was dreaming, last night’s memory wrapped around me like a blanket, so vivid I could feel Brax’s release on my hand, his desperate squirming as I pushed him right over the edge in his cage. The way he filled my hand, throbbing and helpless, had me melting all over again.

I felt a warm hand gently move my wrist aside. The next sensation was the heat of Brax’s mouth as his tongue and lips found my clit, drawing me out of sleep with the kind of attention that made my skin hum. I opened my eyes to the soft light of dawn and his face between my legs, determined, devouring me like he couldn’t get enough.

“Good morning,” I breathed out, voice thick with pleasure as I felt him smile against me, his breath warm, teasing.

“Good dream?” His voice was that soft mix of mischief and knowing, and he resumed, lips and tongue dedicated to every inch of me.

“Mmm, you could say that…” He slid two fingers into me, curling them just right, and in seconds, I came apart, his pace perfectly slowing down to let me ride each wave. Just as I caught my breath, he picked up speed again, his mouth back on my clit as his fingers curled deep, making my vision blur as another climax hit. He didn’t stop, gently licking and teasing, letting me come down slowly. God he was good at this.

“Watching you play with yourself in your sleep—so damn hot” He started kissing his way up my body, stopping to take my nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. I squirmed, needing friction, his body hard against me. He shifted just enough, and I pressed myself against his caged cock, grinding slowly, feeling him bulging and slick with precum. His mouth moved to my other, more sensitive nipple, sending a spark straight to my core as I ground harder against him, another climax crashing over me.

With a deep, lingering kiss, he rolled onto his back, pulling me into the crook of his arm. He traced slow circles along my arm, brushing his lips over the top of my head as I drifted in that post-orgasmic haze. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere, and I couldn’t help but feel perfectly content, perfectly satisfied.

The alarm pulled me back to reality, and as I watched him get up, I couldn’t help but notice the struggle his cock was putting up against the cage, bulging and dripping precum. I jumped in the shower, and as I toweled off, he brought in our coffees. When he slipped his boxers off for his shower, I couldn’t resist. Kneeling down, I took his caged cock into my mouth, licking the precum off the tip, my hand massaging his full, sensitive balls until his moan told me I’d driven him to the edge.

“You’re killing me,” he muttered, exasperated and flushed, as I grinned and got up, leaving him wanting more.

Throughout the workday, I couldn’t resist keeping Brax on edge. I sent a teasing text, a subtle photo, or asked him to check his cage—each message making him squirm, knowing he was leaking a little more with every tease. Just to keep things interesting, I dropped a few hints about what I had planned for him later. I even slipped in a mention of NNN, teasing him with the thought of edging him every single day.

“Day 1 should be easy,” he replied, trying to sound casual, but I could tell he was already unraveling at the idea. That was one of the things I loved most about Brax—he’d try anything once, even if it meant enduring a month of relentless teasing and absolutely no release. We both knew he’d go along with it, whatever it took, and that anticipation kept us both fired up throughout the day.

Getting home first, I set up for a surprise. After a quick shower, I spread the waterproof blanket over the couch, grabbed my favorite dildo and vibrator, and settled myself in, thinking of last night and this morning. My hands found their way down, lazily circling my clit, and every thought about Brax—the feel of him beneath me, the way he gives me all the control, the sounds he makes when he surrenders—made the need surge even higher. I dipped my fingers in, feeling my own wetness, as I heard the familiar sound of his car in the driveway. Grabbing the dildo, I slid it deep, hearing him enter just in time to catch me, spread out, with my black dildo buried inside me.

His sharp intake of breath told me everything. “Sit down,” I ordered, pulling the dildo out slowly, teasing him as I went faster, grabbing my vibrator and returning to those perfect circles on my clit. Watching him lean forward, his eyes tracking every move made the intensity build even more. With a scream, I came hard, squirting all over him, my body shuddering and pulsing as I rode out the waves.

When I opened my eyes, he was there, kneeling between my legs, my release dripping down his face, smirking. “Now that was hotter than this morning,” he said, his eyes pleading, and I nodded, letting him clean me up with his mouth, savoring every drop.

I cooked dinner while Brax showered, and after he finished cleaning the kitchen, we settled in for a movie. Twister was one of our childhood favorites, so I hired Twisters for us. I snuggled up against him with my head on his stomach and let my hand drift over the red lace thong, tracing his caged cock, watching it struggle and strain against the bars, precum soaking through the fabric. By the end of the movie Brax was practically trembling, his balls drawn up tight, face flushed and needy.

Leading him to bed, I pulled out my wand vibrator, the quiet in the room amplifying his gulp. Climbing on top, I hovered my pussy over his face, just out of reach, and turned on the wand. The vibrations were intense and unrelenting making my breath hitch as my orgasm came fast and hard, squirting all over him for the second time that day.

Catching my breath, I leaned forward, licking his straining cock through the lace, his breath catching as I turned the wand on him, watching his body jolt as the vibrations pulsed through the cage. I lowered myself onto his mouth, his tongue feverishly working me, hands gripping my hips as he growled, grinding his face into me.

We both found release at the same time, my scream mingling with his roar as his cock pulsed in its cage, spilling through the soaked lace panties, completely ruining them. I rolled off, smiling, wondering if I could sell these panties with all the reminders of our night. We cleaned up and drifted off, tangled together, both fully satisfied.

Addy ❣️