Being Cuckolded #1 The Caging Process

So a few people have suggested I blog about my experience as a cuckold. I'm not sure how entertaining they will be or if anybody will want to read them but I may as well get the ball rolling.

This all started in January 2007, after seven years of no intercourse, my wife expressed how disappointed she felt at not feeling like a woman anymore. For six years we tried to fix my impotency but despite many humiliating chats with doctors and disappointing trials with Viagra and Cialis eventually we gave up.

In Feb 2012 my wife bought me a valentines gift which was particularly poignant. She bough me a surgical steel chastity cage with a padlock. While I hadn't had an erection for the past six years, I still kept trying, the symbol of the chastity cage was intended to free me from this futile effort. With the cage permanently locked on I no longer had to try.

Initially I agreed to wear it for a couple of days, she was pleased and we had some fun fitting it on and snapping the lock shut. Of particular note is a steel catheter rod which had to be inserted up my little shrunken penis in order to fit the cage. The rod itself was longer than the cage and is inserted deep into my penis, within my crotch.

I'd never experienced a catheter before and to have one permanently locked inside me took some getting used to. My wife was quite pleased with the look and we played for the next couple of days as she teased me and I stimulated her body. Mock chastity for both of us I suppose.

On the third day I asked to be unlocked and this was when she refused. We argued about it and with some reluctance and persuasion I eventually agreed to spend the week in the cage. Which quickly became two weeks, then a month and now a year later I'm still locked up.

I never get an erection, not waking or sleeping, I can't masturbate and so approximately once every couple of months my balls get full and I have a wet dream, my limp penis drooling semen all over the bed sheets and waking up in a sticky mess. I still get very horny, which makes it frustrating for me since I can't do anything about it.

It took a lot of getting used to at first, especially wearing it at work or when out in public. For a while I was convinced people could see through my trousers. Over time this fear subsided and eventually wearing the cage became a part of me.

My wife unlocks me for ten minutes each week, then under supervision I wash myself thoroughly and then she fits me back inside my cage. I wash myself daily within the cage since it is surgical steel it won't rust but we decided it was best to be sure hence the weekly unlock routine.

For the year I was caged we had some fun play, stroking, kissing, dirty talk, sharing fantasies. Me playing with my wife, exploring her body, kissing, licking and rubbing her to fantastic orgasms as I remained caged. It was a big turn on for my wife to keep my like that and it showed in her responsiveness whenever we played.

Ultimately though, the one thing she missed, the one thing that would make her feel a woman, was the one thing I could no longer give her. She tried her best to hide her frustrations and explore alternative ways to enjoy sex with me, but it wasn't pushing the right buttons and my next blog post will discuss how my cuckolding began.