Can a book change your life?

Especially if it’s not a particularly great book?

I review books for a couple of different websites. A few weeks ago, I was sent Toybox: Cage which is a collection of three short stories that feature the common theme of men with their cocks in “cages.” The stories were fair, but the whole notion of locking up someone’s cock and denying them orgasms intrigued me. The middle story, The Feel of Steel, was the one I liked best. In this one, the first person narrator is eagerly waiting for Friday evening when his Master, Big Boy, lets his cock go free before another week of being locked up. On this particular Friday, Big Boy has a treat for his sub: a brand new cage—a beautiful, shiny metal sheath which is far superior to the plastic one he had been wearing previously.

Even though the story was just okay, the description of his sheath intrigued me and I found myself surfing the web and looking at pictures of various types of various cages, which I quickly learned are more commonly known as male chastity devices (a nicer name, I think).

I couldn’t get the story out of my head and kept thinking about my own husband. Would this be something he’d be interested in? Would he consider wearing a chastity device?

On Friday evening, after a glass or two of wine, I pulled up the Extreme Restraints website and showed him the picture of the Birdcage chastity device. I picked this one because it reminded me of the story, being metal. I also liked the vertical lines.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“It looks a little scary…but it’s also hot.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” I replied.

I told him about the stories and some of the reading I had done about chastity and orgasm denial. This wasn’t a totally new idea (which I will elaborate on in later posts) but the idea of using a device for this purpose was intriguing…and like I said before, seriously hot for both of us.

Somewhat impetuously, we clicked on the order button. No returns, no refunds…did we just throw away $150? Well, maybe we did but in the big scheme of things, it’s not that much money.

Flash forward to Monday. I work late on Mondays and Thursdays, usually arriving home at about 9 pm. My darling Ab always comes out to the car to greet me and carry in my bags. On this Monday, he handed me two tiny keys. “Don’t lose these,” he said.

At first I was puzzled. “What’s this?” I asked.

“It arrived today,” he said, looking down at his crotch.

Whoa! Order late Friday night and it arrives on Monday? I guess the $15 I paid for shipping was worth worth it.

“You’re wearing it already?”

He nodded. “I hope you don’t mind…I opened the box to look at it and when I got out of the shower…well, it seemed like a good time to put it on.”

“All right then,” I said. “And these are the keys…” My voice trailed off.

Ab nodded. He peeked open his fly and showed me the little Masterlock glinting against the metal.

I was seriously turned on, right there in the driveway.

I asked a bunch of questions: how hard was it to put on? How did it feel? Was it heavy? Uncomfortable? The answers: it was a little bit hard to put on but once he figured out the mechanics, it was fine. It feels a little strange, but not a bad strange. Yes, it’s heavy, but not uncomfortable. His summary, “After five hours of being locked up, I’m liking this…”

That was Monday, August 16th. Except for a very brief 30 minute period on Thursday, August 19th he has been wearing it continuously—he is on his twelfth day of confinement. And if I may say, he is loving it. As am I.

To be continued…