Putting My Husband In A Penis Cage Until He Begged To Be Freed
So rather than being a great blogger and leaving you guys on the edge of your seat like, “Omg, finally her husband is going to start his chastity training! Now the question is, when is her husband going to beg to take off his penis cage? I just can’t wait to hear this! Cancel all our plans for tonight baby, I am going to be busy reading this blog!” I will let you know, my husband didn’t even last 4 hours. In fact, if it wasn’t for our work day, he wouldn’t even have lasted an hour.
So let me start…
On a whim and for no apparent reason, my husband ordered a penis cage online and decided he wanted to be my fuck boy. Although this wasn’t something we discussed, it’s kind of like at this point, I was like, “Fuck it, why not?” If you don’t know, just check out a few extreme things we have done in the past. This seemed like light work compared to all the things we’ve tried.
So I was laying in bed the night before my husband was caged and massaging his dick while talking dirty to him. We discussed how he would never leave the house again without being caged. We discussed how no person on earth will ever be able to fuck him or even see his dick without my penis cage being locked on it. His dick would be totally useless. Admittedly, I loved this talk. For the record, I have went way beyond caging him, I had him tattoo my name on his dick. So this idea isn’t anything new to us. The only difference is, instead of anyone that sucks his dick having to put my name in their mouth, with a locked cage, it just isn’t possible anymore. His dick is finally all mine forever…
Or a few hours, whatever.
So we wake up in the morning and get ready for work. I remind him that I need to cage him and he already started complaining that he has a morning erection and it won’t be possible. Oh boy, what a wuss. So I wait a few minutes and grab the cage and demand that he sits on the bed. I try to slide the cage on and I admit, it wasn’t that easy. My husband kept saying “ouch” and other various noises. Eventually I told him to quit being a pussy. He snapped back at me to stop and said he will do it himself. So I sat back and watched him use his fingers between the cage bars and slowly slide his penis into his cage.

After what seemed like an eternity I finally had his dick where I wanted it, safely locked in a cage for the rest of my life! I put the lock on and swallowed the key. I looked at him after I swallowed it and said, you will only get this key when they pry it out of my cold dead hands. He yelled back at me, “Did you just really swallow that fucking key?!”
Okay, none of that last part happened but I figured it would spice things up for the readers. I actually just took the key and placed it nicely in my purse because I didn’t want to lose it. I got down on my knees and started licking his dick through the cage and laughed to myself as I saw his dick start expanding inside the cage. He pulled his dick away and told me to stop. I left to work and sent him a text message, “You dick will never be free again.”
At about 10 AM I got a text message from my husband saying his penis was hurting and he couldn’t walk around because his bulge was sticking out too far. Oh gosh, I just didn’t realize my husband couldn’t last a day with his cock locked up. He then texted and said please meet him at home for lunch because his dick was aching. I agreed.
At lunch, I met my husband at home and he was already undressed in the bathroom with his penis dripping. I guess he tried to pee but missed the hole in front of the penis cage and just sprayed the wall like a water hose when you put your finger over the hole and it goes wild.
What the hell have I done?
I told him to calm down and come back into the bedroom. I got down on my knees and licked the urine that was dripping off his penis cage because I knew this would drive him wild. I then licked his dick through the cage again and noticed that his dick could only swell but not get hard. This was so sexy to me. I didn’t realize the cage will literally stop the penis from growing. I then sucked on his balls which were also locked in the cage and followed his taint down to his ass hole. This drove him mad. My husband was so frustrated and annoyed he started begging me to take off the cage so he could fuck me. Although I liked hearing him whine, I am not used to having a dominant role over him. Every bone in my body wanted to take it off immediately so I didn’t get in trouble. But before I did, I reminded him that he should take a few pictures for the blog before I freed his penis.
After he took a few pics with his cage against my ass, I turned around and unlocked his dick. His cock went from thick and soft to rock hard in seconds. The truth is, I have never seen a dick transform so quickly. Unfortunately / fortunately that day I learned I would have to pay with my pussy if I ever tried to dominate him. He snagged me up by my hair and threw me onto the bed and forced my head against the pillow. He shoved his cock in me without lubing me up and fucked my brains out. I don’t remember how many times I came, but I know I was slapped around, choked, and punished for purposely teasing him while he was caged. Although I suppose this was “supposed” to teach me a lesson, all I am trying to figure out is how I can get him in his damn penis cage again! Help!



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8 Weeks Of Growing Out My Bush In Photos
This would make pubic hair in the Japanese culture very important. Even if a Japanese man is with his wife, obviously in real life there is no censor blur in front of her vagina, but since men have been conditioned to only enjoy the site of a pubic hair through porn and photos, why would he ask his woman to remove this aphrodisiac (which we can now call an afrodisiac)? I believe the same can be said for the older generation here in the United States. The younger generations seem to think that the bush is gross or unclean, while the older generations love and appreciate a hairy vagina. When they grew up, all their porn had hairy women. Their first experience was with a woman who had hair. The bush was a sign of womanhood for them. This lust and fetish doesn’t change because women in the 90s started shaving landing patches and bermuda triangles in their crotches. Eventually, getting rid of any sign of hair and going completely bald eagle. Some men absolutely love a thick bush, and I can respect that.
The History of the Bush and Pubic Hair
I have heard of other reasons for pubic hair which I may not agree with, but I suppose are worth noting. It is said that rough hairs in the pubic region help protect the delicate tissues of the genitals. This would explain why the pubic hair is unlike the hair on your head. I am unsure about this theory, as I let Ryan beat my thing up to the point of no return, and within the next few days my “delicate” skin is back and ready to fuck. Hair or no hair, my vagina doesn’t feel more protected from the large penis going in and out of my body. Since I wear clothing and do not walk around nude, I will never know if the bush protected women, or kept them warm when they didn’t have much clothing. I assume the same would be said for the bush being this great protector. I’ve heard that the bush helps keep harmful particles out of the vagina (an argument I’ve heard in defense of actually keeping a bush — people’s misconception of the lack of bush being “cleaner”). Since we wear clothing, again, my vagina is protected from whatever harmful particles it needs to be protected against. I am not a big fan of these reasons for keeping your pubic hair, but nonetheless, they are different theories worthy of this blog.
Enough with History, Let’s Get Into Growing My Asian Bush!