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My story began with the first CB Curve I bought years back. I held it for a couple of days before showing my stunning wife. When I gave her the keys and presented the device, she was amazed yet confused; curious but uninterested. Time went by and I brought up the idea several more times without success. In October 2008, I decided to buy another CB6000. This model fit much better, wasn’t as bulky, and didn’t show too clearly under clothes. I wore it for a few days while my wife remained unaware, even keeping it on continuously through the night. She finally spotted it one evening in bed; she was disgusted and turned off from me. After an argument, I kindly took it out, and she hid it away for several months.

Meanwhile, I found the Kept for Her website and became intrigued. On Tuesday, March 10, 2009, I sent a lengthy email detailing other important items and concluded by explaining my perspective while sharing the site link. She replied later that day—interested but uncertain. We discussed her concerns over the phone; she assured me once more that she wasn’t interested. Our call ended amicably. My tone wasn’t hostile, though slightly downcast. She apologized before we hung up.

When I got home, we exchanged our usual greetings and small talk during our daily chat. As I went to change out of my work clothes into shorts and a T-shirt, she followed me to the bedroom. Unusually for her, since she typically avoids this kind of discussion, she brought it up. She apologized for being selfish, explaining that she needed to stop protecting us so much and let go. She had read an article on the site written by a woman who kept her man locked for a year and seemed pleased with those results. I asked if she wanted to try it—a modest chance rather than anything crazy. She agreed but remained unsure.

Later that evening, as I got ready for a meeting, I tried putting in the CB6000 again. She was nearby, but my excitement was too much; even getting ice didn’t help calm things down. She warned me that if I didn’t get it installed properly this time, she wouldn’t want anything to do with me later. I left feeling a bit frustrated and worried that my chastity journey might be over.

Upon returning home later, she was waiting for me. But instead of installing the CB, we had a long night filled with touching, teasing, hugging, and intercourse. Little did I know this would be one of the last times I’d be allowed inside her for quite some time. The next morning, I found myself locked up.

And so, my journey begins.

Some time has passed since we started experimenting with me wearing the device full-time. My wife has grown accustomed to this lifestyle and really enjoys my attitude while I am locked. She says I become more attentive and loving when I have 'that thing' on. It hasn't been a constant lockdown, which frustrates me occasionally because she is very lenient and generous about letting me out for exercise without asking me to put the device back in immediately. As an endurance athlete competing in triathlons, marathons, and shorter road races, I appreciate this flexibility. She doesn't mind unlocking me since she knows I am faithful and won't masturbate in public. Besides, it's quite difficult to cycle or swim while wearing a CB. The CB6000 does create an outline—a noticeable bulge especially in Speedos and bike shorts—and riding a bicycle can be uncomfortable or potentially damaging if worn for extended periods. She is cautious about preventing any harm. She hadn't yet commanded me to 'lock it up,' but that may have changed this past Saturday when we ran a short 5k road race together with our son. I was unlocked during the event. That afternoon, as she prepared to drop our son off at an activity and go shopping, I approached her in our dressing area. The CB6000 was already installed. I told her I was feeling very horny and might take matters into my own hands while she was away if she didn't lock me up. A fierce look crossed her face as she asked if that's what I do when she leaves. I replied that sometimes a man must do what a man has to do. She wasn't entirely satisfied with the explanation, grabbed the key, and clicked it shut. Wow! That sent a shiver through me; I had never seen her act like that before. With a smirk, she turned and left for the afternoon. Home alone and locked up, I felt frustrated yet resigned—I suppose I got what I asked for. Later that evening, we hosted guests for dinner as part of an early Cinco De Mayo celebration on May 2nd. After they departed, while embracing in the driveway, she felt the CB against her leg. She asked if I still had 'that thing' on. I simply said since she held the key, how could I remove it? Then she promised that once Junior went to bed and we tidied up, she would take care of me. This immediately aroused me. I offered to do the dishes if she put our son to sleep first. I finished my chores before her, took a shower, and got ready for bed. She came in shortly after saying she was tired. Lying next to me, we held each other close with plenty of touching that proved quite arousing until she fell asleep in my arms. Again, still locked and slightly frustrated—just as I suspected. Sunday morning followed our routine: early rise, church attendance, then she went out for lunch with her sister before returning for a long nap. I cleaned the garage and handled some other 'Honey Dos.' She woke up somewhat grumpy due to my noise in the kitchen while preparing dinner. We exchanged a few unkind words, but I retreated as I reflected on my current predicament. Our evening was relatively quiet; Junior went to bed, then we did too. While watching TV together in bed, I started rubbing her head—a thing she loves—and soon enough, she began touching me. The contact escalated into erotic teasing until my encaged package strained for release. She looked at my straining member and laughed. She continued stroking my legs, groin area, and exposed genitals, occasionally reaching up to stroke my nipples before returning lower down. Her nails tickled between my spread legs, around my buttocks, and under my testicles. I was on the edge of exploding. She paused briefly to let me catch my breath and relax. Once she saw I had settled somewhat, she resumed her slow teasing, focusing heavily around my testicles and near my bottom with varying speeds. Her touch pushed me over the edge into a climax within the CB6000—a first for me as it has never happened before in this specific predicament. It was an intense orgasm, though frustrating because my penis remained encased in plastic and untouchable. She asked nothing of me since she was on her period herself. She told me to go clean up, then rolled over and went back to sleep. What a gracious wife indeed!

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