Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

I’m launching a fresh collection of She-Nanigan Stories right here. These are genuine tales about how I enjoy teasing and tormenting my husband, and how much he appreciates it for me doing so. Feel free to share your own stories and comments in this thread as well. You can find my earlier She-Nanigan entries here: the archived discussion I hope you like them!

Eager to read more of your adventures.

Part 1 – Wicked Wednesday! It all began last Wednesday (it is Saturday night now). As you likely know by now, I enjoy locking my husband in his Stainless Steel Cock Cage before I travel for work since I am a flight attendant. He likes it too, even if he doesn’t show it much. I am usually away for 3-4 days at a time. I always try to keep him wondering whether and when I will lock him up before I leave; he loves that uncertainty. Sometimes I wait until the very last moment, like while getting dressed for work, and other times I secure him the night before, right after we have been active in bed. This week I decided he needed a slightly longer period of confinement. I am not sure if it is because he has been somewhat distracted—I think his job has been stressful lately—or perhaps because I am feeling quite naughty myself. Since I wasn’t departing until Friday, I knew my husband wouldn’t expect me to lock him up as early as Wednesday. We both overslept on Wednesday morning since we had stayed out late the previous night. When we woke up, I asked my hubby to brew some coffee. While he was in the kitchen, I put on some sexy lingerie—a black bustier, little black silk panties, and a sheer black cover-up that lets you see through it. I tied a wide black ribbon around my neck with a large bow at the front. To complete the look, I wore black stilettos. Bustier_zpsfpyujrlj.jpg My husband came back into the room holding two cups of coffee, one for me and one for him. Before he could set them down anywhere, I approached him and started kissing and caressing him, causing him to stop in his tracks. Standing in the middle of our bedroom wearing only his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs, he asked me to take one of the coffee cups—probably wanting at least one hand free so he could touch me. But I refused to take either cup, continuing instead to kiss him, nibbling on his ear and dragging my long fingernails down his body. Unable to respond to my advances, he stood there looking frustrated. I could see his arousal showing through the stretchy fabric of his underwear. After pleading with me several times to please accept one of the coffee cups while I kept refusing, he just stayed put as I worked my magic on him. I moved down his body, kissing him everywhere. Eventually I reached his waist and slowly began lowering his black underwear. He took a deep breath audibly as I pushed his briefs to the floor and guided his feet out of each leg. He stood there motionless, still carefully holding a full coffee cup in each hand. I reached up with my left hand around his balls and my right hand around the base of his cock. I began kissing his shaft while licking his balls. I slid my mouth over the tip, making it very wet with saliva as I moved slowly back and forth. Looking up, I saw him close his eyes and then start to moan as his hands began shaking slightly. High-heels_zpsm7acl3rr.jpg I released my grip on him and slowly stood up in front of him, standing nearly as tall as he was in my 5-inch heels. I took the two coffee cups from his hands and placed them on the dresser. With his hands free and his cock now throbbing thoroughly, he grabbed me with one hand behind my neck and the other around my waist. He pulled me close and kissed my lips passionately. Our tongues wrestled while our mouths pressed tighter together. Then, as if catching a breath of air, he pulled back and looked me up and down; examining every inch of my black lingerie-clad body. He untied my sheer cover-up, lifted it from my shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Next, he pushed me against the wall while lowering the cups of my bustier; exposing my breasts fully but pushing them up and out by the bunched fabric underneath. He carefully kissed each nipple, making them hard again. Then he stepped back slightly, adoring me with his eyes. He untied and unwrapped the ribbon from around my neck; recognizing that it was from a present he had given me for my birthday several weeks earlier—in fact, this very outfit I was wearing just for him. He took the satin ribbon, turned me around, and began tying my arms together right below my elbows. My hands were free but couldn’t reach past the sides of my waist. As I stood there as his captive, he again took me into his arms—kissing me, caressing me, and then slowly lowering me onto a pile of pillows on the bed. I lay there helpless with my arms and hands trapped behind my back. bound_zps6wzt0hmh.jpg Knowing I wasn’t going anywhere, he took his time with me. He kissed me passionately, nibbling on my ear then moving down to my nipples again making sure they were still firm and excited. I arched my head back and started closing my eyes. He grabbed each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers giving them a quick yet firm pinch. He said sternly, “don’t take your eyes off me”. He had my full attention and made it clear he was in charge. He carefully licked each nipple again to cool soothe them from the burn of his unsuspecting pinch. When he sensed that my body had relaxed again, he began moving slowly down toward my waist with his mouth. He kissed around the edges of my panties, teasing me. I wanted them off so I asked him politely to “please remove them…” He ignored my request as if reminding me that he was still in control. Then with one hand he pulled my little panties to the side and began licking my clit. He continued arousing me bringing me very close to the edge of orgasm. Pausing for a moment, he opened a drawer in my nightstand got out my Hitachi Magic Wand Vibrator and plugged it in. Returning to focus on my needs, he placed two fingers inside my wet pussy while his mouth sucked and licked my clit best of all pressing the vibrator firmly against my mound. Because of my moans and tightening body he sensed I was about to explode. Suddenly stopping all stimulation--removing his fingers turning off the vibrator. I cried out “DON’T STOP!” He didn’t listen but rolled me over nearly effortlessly. With arms still tied behind back I ended up chest and face down on a pillow. He pulled my hips up so I brought knees forward raising my ass high in air. His cock was still very hard throbbing as he again pulled panties to side carefully slid inside from behind reaching for Magic Wand placing it around me putting it back on pussy began thrusting firmly rhythmically quickly edge coming told wait come until did know control. Began harder faster felt body start tense like right comes couldn’t hold longer both came explosively together. He pulled out slowly untied hands rolled over held caught breath calmed caressing bodies rubbed caressed arms ribbon tied bringing welcome flow blood back elbows arms held about twenty minutes before got up went bathroom prepared warm towel each clean. Upon returning picked Magic Wand placed drawer—right next keep Stainless Steel Cock Cage lock. Without seeing got placed under pillow climbed bed next husband began wipe genitals clean warm towel had prepared did same until both clean refreshed. As lay there together told irresistibly sexy looked walked bedroom coffee “Oh yeah our coffee…” laughed realized probably cold now caressed chest moved hand down crotch Excitedly asked ready round two said maybe reached satin ribbon used tie arms earlier. Told give hands allowed tied not elegantly use lots knots smiled whole time took loose ends tied middle headboard. Luckily enough time hadn’t passed penis still pretty relaxed soft moved top chest sitting backwards facing waist made snarky remark wanting “69 action” laughed Reached back under pillow pulled cock cage quickly apart placed ring part around balls cock Squeezing one hand quickly slid cage part over penis careful pinch. Next took lock told listen carefully sound squeezed shut “CLICK”. Even though knew exactly doing asked Hey what doing down there? Told turn bound teased sat top him backwards didn’t like legs not secured knowing might use against me saw belt sitting chair nearby got wrapped around legs just above knees fastening held tightly together caged cock balls squished between pulled out leaving held upward monument by bound legs. Slowly seductively crawled back top this time sitting mid section ass pressing locked up throbbing cock key cock cage hung necklace around neck leaned forward letting tickle chest nipples sat back pausing moment admire work hands legs securely tied body pinned under mine cock placed securely cage. Now perfect position tease torment liking. Started taking time kissing nibbling ears lightly licking nipples tongue slowly slid down body began kissing entire crotch area careful touch swollen balls tightly caged cock clearly starting get very aroused continued kissing teasing until rock hard throbbing inside cage. Grabbing bulging balls took whole caged cock mouth moaning like getting amazing blowjob however removed mouth began licking cage skin protruding holes moment held looking as deciding do quickly released grip letting return previous position pressed upward out between husbands bound legs Gracefully moved back top sitting waist ass pressed back against cage. Began thrusting hips upward might get satisfaction—got more frustrated begged unlock instead slowly crawled gave long wet kiss left struggling bed all bound up… Standing next bed started caressing body hand squeezing breasts other rubbing crotch entire body squirming bound still trying closer hoping anything even touched continued tease letting hands arms devour entire body became so aroused again grabbed vibrator nightstand plugged Standing legs spread turned high held firmly against black silk panties moaned groaned cried “NO! Please let fuck instead of the vibrator. Not fair! Please, please, please!!!” ignored closed eyes slowly lost another amazing orgasm this time completely Magic Wand. Opened eyes smiled watched bound husband lying there fully frustrated defeated able do anything Regaining composer explained needed take shower Raising eye brow cheekily explained more than welcome join if get untied. Seductively walked around bed keeping eyes locked husband began unfastening bustier. Blew kiss walked bathroom continued removing bustier shoes panties leaving floor climbed into turned hot got very steamy About twenty-five minutes letting water massage body managed untie joined shower Wearing only cock cage asked jokingly good idea get wet saying “what happens gets rusty wont open?” didn’t find joke funny giving technical reasoning can’t rust made stainless steel… said bla, bla, laughed then asked wash backside soaped whole became very aroused begged unlock just 10 minutes saying promise lock soon done. told wouldn’t wise already locked guarantee able again hates reasoning loves same time. Shower_zpszzpaqdcw.jpg Both got shower together dried naked bodies front eyes kept staring bare breasts maybe just key hanging between saw still very aroused cage looked painful pushing out holes fully engorged stiff hard felt bad brief moment wanted unlock quickly remembered enjoys irony sincerely begs released at same time enjoys locked up. Just had remember giving control taking turns most. [Image: 15968-1457628296-3412e01c3613a18bca658031ed78e519.jpg] To be continued…

**Part 2 – The Plant Girl** Once we were done cleaning up and dressed, we headed to the kitchen for some coffee. We sat there chatting a bit when the doorbell chimed. Suddenly I recalled that Lacey, the young woman who tends to our indoor greenery, had an appointment with me. She’s a striking, lively girl recommended by the plant shop owners where we bought most of our foliage. Some of our specialty plants need more TLC than we can easily give. I opened the door and welcomed her in. I’d previously told her she could grab a house key to come through regularly, even when we’re away. Normally she enters via the side door’s keypad lock, but it’s been acting up lately. I asked Lacey to wait in the living room while I retrieved an extra key from my bedroom closet jewelry box. Right then, as I reached for one of the spare keys on a necklace chain, a wild thought struck me. I clipped that specific key onto the new keychain intended for Lacey and put it back around her neck—minus the cage key. Broken_lock_zps9pmabusz.jpg Back in the living room, Lacey and I chatted about various topics: her part-time job at the nursery, her college studies, and more. She complimented our home decor and expressed fondness for our backyard pool area. I suggested she invite friends over for a pool party someday, provided I’m around to supervise. She seemed pleased with that idea. I mentioned I’d be traveling on Friday and wouldn’t return until the following week. Lacey offered to visit Saturday afternoon since her school schedule was clear. “Great,” I replied, adding that my husband might be home or out running errands; either way worked fine as long as she locked up upon leaving. I called for my husband, who remained in the kitchen sipping coffee and likely checking emails on his laptop. He joined us in the living room where Lacey hadn’t met him before. My husband is quite sociable and had her laughing at his humorous remarks quickly. He teased, “You won’t kill all our plants, will you?” We laughed, and she promised to care for them well. plant_zps44my6fnc.jpg I explained to my husband that I asked Lacey to pick up the keys because of the keypad issue. I cautioned her to handle them carefully since other keys were attached, including one unique piece hard to replace. She wondered if I wanted it removed; I declined, urging caution instead. She pulled a pink lanyard from her purse which held her car keys and promised she’d secure the new ones there too, as she rarely goes anywhere without it. While discussing the keys with Lacey, I kept fidgeting with my necklace to catch my husband’s eye regarding the missing key. The mention of the irreplaceable piece seemed to grab his attention. Watching his face, I saw realization dawning. I told Lacey she could keep those keys until my husband arranges for someone to fix the keypad—a subtle nudge and incentive. Key-Lanyard_zpszocaraxp.jpg My husband, having missed part of our earlier exchange, asked Lacey when she’d return next. I chimed in that it would be Saturday afternoon. Holding the keys out clearly for my husband to see while they were still near Lacey, he spotted “THE KEY” to his cock cage and noticed no key hung from my necklace anymore. She swiftly attached them to her lanyard and mentioned needing to head back to work before being late. With my husband speechless and me grinning broadly, we guided Lacey to the door, watching her walk toward a charming red sports car. The moment she shut the car door, my husband began questioning me about that key… Plant-Lady_zpsamuat6wd.jpg He demanded, “Why did you attach MY KEY to that keychain? What if she loses it? Where is the spare?” I turned toward him, leaned my hips against his, and wrapped an arm around his neck. Pressing a finger gently to his lips, I whispered softly, hoping to soothe him. Delicately, I explained the other key was safely stored in my workplace locker. She’s responsible enough not to misplace it. Plus, he only needed to get that side-door lock fixed so we could reclaim our keys from Lacey. Then, adopting a firm tone signaling control, I declared, “Besides, it’s not YOUR key; it’s MINE!” He took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and shook his head in disbelief at my latest antics. We walked back into the kitchen where he collected his laptop and papers for his bag. With office matters needing attention, he needed to go in. Some days I enjoy having him home, but after this incident, I was glad he left since he looked rather uptight. Was I pushing too hard? It didn’t truly matter; he was heading out, and there wasn’t much more I could do immediately. Hugging and kissing him goodbye, I reassured him everything would resolve nicely. He smiled warmly and replied, “I’m sure it will—you always manage to make things work for the better.” Relieved by his positive attitude, I walked him to his car in the garage. As he drove off, I blew a kiss. Then pointing at him with one hand while grabbing my crotch and scrunching up my face comically—mimicking ‘him’ suffering under the cage—he shook his head again, smiled, flipped me the bird playfully, and kissed back as he pulled away. I smiled knowing that despite himself, he was thoroughly enjoying these She-Nanigans of mine. Crotch-Grab_zpsj9j41qdo.jpg To be continued…

Amazing writing as always! I'm soooo jealous of him!

> CagedAnimal2 said: > Amazing writing as always! I'm soooo jealous of him! > Click to expand... I think sometimes I push it too far... Not sure if you would want to be in his shoes when I get pretty crazy.:p:cool:o_O

I don't know about crazy but I know he will certainly be crazily awaiting your return next week. I just love the way you tweak his mind. Sooooo good.

You should setup a teach others how to come up with these devilish plans.

> chastedolivia said: > You should setup a teach others how to come up with these devilish plans. > Click to expand... A school would be fun... A bunch of like-minded ladies sitting around discussing ways to tease, deny and torment our husbands. Unlike regular schools, my school would allow the consumption of Wine, field trips shopping st the mall and science projects would be performed on chastised males. Tuition can be paid in gift cards to my favorite stores. :):p:D

> bnd2plz said: > I think sometimes I push it too far... Not sure if you would want to be in his shoes when I get pretty crazy.:p:cool:o_O > Click to expand... Don't threaten me with a good time! I'd love it:)

**Part 3 – Dancing in Vegas** Friday arrived, and my husband drove me to the airport just like he always does. I am certain that keeping him locked up over the last two days was quite a struggle for him. Still, I believe he understood he needed to stay occupied, which he mostly did at his job. He also showed great diligence in locating a locksmith who could come out and resolve our keyless entry door issue. He told me that the repair technician would be arriving that afternoon, after which he would be able to retrieve the house keys from Lacey. I recall feeling slightly annoyed by how smoothly he had reclaimed control of everything. I really didn’t want him holding onto those keys until I returned home, but what choice did I have? We reached the airport and he unloaded my luggage from his car's trunk. As we stood there kissing and exchanging our goodbyes, he suggested that perhaps I should retrieve the extra key to his **cock cage** from my work locker and bring it back with me when I returned home. He tried convincing me by pointing out that hiding it somewhere in our house would make it safer than leaving it at my office. He remarked, “at least it will be there if we ever need it.” I replied that I would consider the idea and let him know what I decided later on. He is a wonderful salesman who wanted to keep pressing his case. I interrupted him, saying I needed to head in now, once again assuring him that I was thinking about it. tumblr_inline_nliwk1bXeW1t0seww_500_zps3mtuo17v.jpg Before entering the terminal, I glanced back at my husband, grinned, looked down toward his crotch, and made that same squinted expression I had shown him a couple of days prior. This time, however, I didn’t grab my own crotch because it wouldn’t have seemed very professional while wearing my uniform with so many people around. He understood the message clearly though, simply mouthing the words, “HURRY HOME!” One thing I truly love about my job is that although it’s difficult to leave, the anticipation of returning home to my husband makes it exciting. I think it actually strengthens our relationship considerably. Perhaps that explains why I continue working even though he constantly reminds me that financially, I don’t really need to. I had several flights to catch that day but would eventually spend the night in Las Vegas as a layover. The day passed fairly quickly, and once I reached my hotel, I got comfortable. After pouring myself a glass of wine, I called my husband to ask how his day was going. We usually exchange texts throughout the day when possible; however, these are typically just small courtesies like Emoji hearts or XXOO. Around 8:30 pm that evening, we spoke for over an hour, discussing first my day and then his. He explained that he felt a bit irritated with the locksmith who came to our house. He noted that the technician arrived about an hour late (and my husband despises tardiness), but the worst part was having to order an entirely new lock because the electronics were faulty or something similar. I felt secretly relieved because this meant Lacey would need to keep holding onto the keys until the replacement lock arrives. But then, he told me that he still intended to collect the keys from Lacey the next day after playing golf. He said he would simply tell her that he needed some copies made and could return them to her later on. Once again, I didn’t appreciate his taking charge of my carefully planned tease. Golf-CD_zpsyi7subul.jpg I shifted the topic and asked him what else was happening? He mentioned he had plans to play golf early the next morning with some friends but would be back home by noon or 1:00 at the latest. He confirmed with me that Lacey said she would stop by in the afternoon, noting that it usually takes her over an hour to complete everything. I told him, “Yes, that’s exactly what she said.” It seemed he had all his bases covered, so I pointed out to him, “You know, just because you get the **key** to your cock cage tomorrow doesn’t mean you can open it!” He laughed and replied, “Well, since you won’t be here to stop me from doing it, clearly I am free to do what I want.” I quickly reminded him that we could cease playing this chastity game then if he wasn’t going to follow the rules. He responded promptly by saying, “We don’t really have any set rules anyway because you enjoy keeping me guessing about your next move, right?” He was correct; we hadn’t truly established many specific rules other than each of us making it feel as genuine and real as possible. Both of us knew that if he chose not to wear the **chastity** device, he could likely remove it using tools or simply prevent me from putting it on him in the first place. He knows I have the power to switch off my flirty, sexy demeanor and deny him what he loves most: me taking control along with our hot, passionate sex life. Neither of us would ever hesitate to withhold what we offer by using selfish leverage as a tool. We each possess too much value and stand to lose too much if things go wrong. I have my good looks, sexual appeal, and wonderful personality. He has his creatively intelligent mind, kinky approach to sex, and more wealth than either of us could ever spend. While money shouldn't define or destroy a relationship, it certainly provides us with many opportunities we wouldn’t otherwise enjoy. We both recognized that together, we form an incredible couple. I actually understood what my husband was truly doing. He was “topping from the bottom.” He was teaching me that I needed to be very serious about protecting his **key**. He was highlighting that for this dynamic to feel authentic, I need to consider every method of keeping him away from the keys while he simultaneously does the opposite; that is, always trying to gain access to them and thereby control over his **orgasm**. I realized I had to find a way to regain dominance in the situation; I needed to stay two steps ahead. I told him that when he obtained the keys, he would have to FaceTime me using his iPad. This way, I could watch him unlock his cage and direct him on what to do—we could enjoy videophone sex, something we hadn’t really experimented with up until now. He agreed, thinking it might be a fun experience to try. He told me that I better be wearing something sexy when he called. I assured him there would be no problem, but added that he would have to wait until I reached my hotel room. He accepted this condition easily enough. We were both quite excited about the prospect even though I still felt like I wasn’t entirely in full control of everything. We chatted a little longer, exchanged goodnights, and then ended our call. Even though I was thrilled by the idea of videophone sex the following day, I still wanted to make him wait until I returned home before he unlocked himself. I knew what action I needed to take. I sent a message to Lacey asking if there was any possibility she could come over in the morning to handle the plants instead of waiting for the afternoon. I didn’t receive an immediate response from her, so I called directly but her phone went straight to voicemail. It was getting rather late and I worried that I might have missed my chance to retake control. I knew I wouldn't be able to call her in the morning since I had to check in quite early for my first flight. Finally, I decided I would just need to better organize my She-Nanigans next time. I determined that at least in the meantime, I could still tease and torment my husband. I took some pictures of my bare breasts while using my arm and fingers to caress my nipples. Then I sent them to him. Next, I opened the curtains in my hotel room. All the lights were off except for a floor lamp in the corner that provided just enough illumination for video recording. My window overlooked several other hotels here in Las Vegas; all the city lights at night helped brighten up my room sufficiently. I climbed onto my bed and faced toward the window, wearing only a sexy little pair of red and black panties. I recorded the video so it captured me from my chest down, along with half of Las Vegas visible through the glass. I began rubbing my pussy while moaning and groaning out loud, saying, “Oh baby, I want your cock inside me right now. I want you to fuck me HARD!” go-room-view-at-night.jpg I contin "ued," "I know a lot of men here in Las Vegas would love to fuck my pussy right now but I only want you baby… Please baby come here right now and fuck me…" Shortly after I sent the video, my iPad began ringing; “Incoming FaceTime call”. I started laughing hysterically. I pressed the button that said, “voice only”, and said, “May I help you Sir” in my most professional voice. He begged me to turn the video on so he could see me. I said, “but baby, it will only make you hurt in your cock cage. You don’t want me to make you hurt, do you?” He said he didn’t care and to please just let him watch for a moment. I hit the button that said video and soon we were connected. Both cameras were facing our faces and not our bodies. I started moaning and groaning again. He begged me to switch the camera towards my body but I wouldn’t. I said, “What’s the matter babe, don’t you like looking at my face?” I continued moaning and moving as if I was about to come. I could here his frustration in his voice as well as the cries of pain due to his cock hardening in its cage. I told him to point his camera at “my caged up little cock”. He was lying on our bed at home with the side lamps on. He turned the camera so I could see his caged cock up close. It was completely bulging out of its confinement. Also, his balls were swollen big and blue. I knew he was in complete agony, yet loving every bit of it. I turned my camera and continued the show for him, rubbing my pussy vigorously. I stood up and moved closer to the window hoping that the darkness of my room would prevent anybody from seeing in. I turned with my back towards the widow, holding the camera away from me. I leaned against the window and began fingering myself; showing everything on video including Las Vegas at nighttime in the background. I said, “Oh baby, let’s come together. Come on; show me you stroking your big hard cock. I want to see you blow a huge load just for me!” Then giggled and said, “Oh yeah baby, I forgot you can’t come, can you? Your cock is all locked up!” window_zpsx7hsuyqi.jpg He could hardly say a thing. I watched him grab his cock cage and jerk it back and forth but I could tell that only added to his frustration. I moved the camera so that it just showed my mouth. I licked my lips and said, “I want your big hard dick in my mouth right now!” Now showing my whole face, I rolled my eyes back and moaned and groaned like I was having the most wonderful orgasm ever. He was yelling, “show me your body, show me your body again!” I then told him, “Babe I think we have a bad connection, I can’t really hear you… I think I’m losing you…” I purposely disconnected us. Immediately he called back via Facetime, but I didn’t answer. He tried again; and still I didn’t answer. Then he called me on my phone, voice only. I answered in a really sleepy voice and exclaimed, “Babe, I’m so tired now. I have to go to bed—I have to get up early in the morning for work.” He said, “just quit your job and fly home right now. You don’t need to work anymore!” I think he was almost serious. I just laughed and said, “But babe I like working. It gives me time to think of ways to tease and torment you.” Then I told him, “Babe, I’m serious. I really do need to get my sleep”. He thanked me for the erotic show and we both said goodnight and hung up. I closed the drapes, got under my covers and then finished up the business I had started between my legs. In moments, I was completely spent. I knew he couldn’t do the same—I was in control of him at this minute. I was sure every thought of his was about me, and what he had just experienced. In moments, I was just about asleep when I heard my phone ding with an incoming text. I was sure it was from him, hoping to play some more; hoping to get more pleasure from my tormenting. I looked at my phone and the message was from Lacey… it said, “Got ur msg. No prob - I’ll be by in the AM. I smiled, rolled over and snuggled my pillow under my big fluffy covers. Comfortable again! Comfortable I was in full control again; I was happy! -resize%2017_1_zps5f2gkzir.gif To be continued…

I commend your quick thinking to take back your control @bnd2plz

> bnd2plz said: > **Part 3 – Dancing in Vegas**​ > Friday came and my husband drove me to the airport as he usually does. I’m sure, the past two days were very hard for my husband being locked up. However, I think he knew he had to keep himself busy and he did so mostly at work. He was also very diligent in finding a locksmith that could come out and fix our keyless entry door problem. He explained to me that the repairman was coming that afternoon and then the following day he would be able to get the house keys from Lacey. I remember feeling a little perturbed at how easily he had retaken control of the whole situation. I really didn’t want him to have the keys back until I got back home, but what could I do? > We arrived at the airport and he got my bags out of the back of his car. As we stood there kissing and saying our good-byes to each other, he suggested that I should maybe get the extra key to his cock cage out of my work locker and bring it home when I returned. He tried to sell me on the idea that I could hide it somewhere in our house and that would be safer than keeping it at work. He said, “at least it would be there if we ever needed it”. I said, “I would think about it and let him know my decision later”. He’s a great salesman and wanted to keep on going. I cut him off and said I needed to go, again reassuring him that I would think about it. > tumblr_inline_nliwk1bXeW1t0seww_500_zps3mtuo17v.jpg > Before walking into the terminal, I looked back at my husband, grinned, looked down at his crotch and made the same scrunched face I did the other day. This time I did not grab my crotch since it wouldn’t have looked very professional dressed in my uniform with so many people around. He got the message though, and just mouthed the words, “HURRY HOME!” That’s one thing I love about my job, It’s hard to leave but exciting thinking about my return home to my husband. I think it actually makes our relationship a lot better. Maybe that’s why I keep working even though he keeps telling me, financially I don’t need to. > I had to fly to several cities that day but would eventually end up laying over in Las Vegas for the night. The day went by pretty quickly and eventually I got to my hotel and I settled in. I poured myself a glass of wine then called my husband to see how his day had gone. We text throughout the day when I can; but, usually it’s just little niceties, like Emoji hearts or XXOO. So I called him around 8:30pm and we talked for over an hour, first about my day and then his. He was explaining how he was a little bit upset at the locksmith that came to the house. He explained how he arrived about an hour late (my husband hates it when people are not punctual) but the worst part was that he would have to order a whole new lock because the electronics were bad or something like that. I was secretly relieved because now Lacey would need to keep the keys until the new lock arrives. But then, my husband told me he still planned to get the keys from Lacey the next day after golf. He said he would just tell her that he needs to get some copies made and then could get the keys back to her later. Again, I didn’t appreciate that he was taking control of my well planned out tease. > Golf-CD_zpsyi7subul.jpg > I changed the subject and asked him what else was going on? He said he had plans to play golf the next morning with some friends, but would be back home around noon or 1:00 at the latest. He verified with me that Lacey said she would be by in the afternoon and that it usually takes her over an hour to get everything done. I told him, “Yes, that’s what she said”. He seemed to have everything planned out so I said to him, “You know just because you get the key to your cock cage tomorrow doesn’t’ mean you can open it!” He laughed, and said, “Well, you won’t be here to keep me from it so clearly I can do what I want”. I quickly reminded him that, “We can stop playing the chastity game then if you aren’t going to play by the rules”. He quickly responded, “We don’t really have any rules since you like to keep me guessing what you will do next, right?” He was right; we hadn’t really ever established any rules other than each of us would make it feel as real as we possibly could. > We each knew that if he didn’t want to wear the cock cage he could probably remove it with tools or just never allow me to put it on him in the first place. He knows I could shut off my flirty sexy nature and deny him what he loves most, me taking control, and hot passionate sex. Neither of us would ever venture into denying the other anything we had to offer using selfish leverage. We each had too much to offer and too much too lose. I had my good looks, sex appeal and fabulous personality. He has his creatively intelligent mind, kinky sex practices, and more money than either of us could ever spend. Not that money should ever make or break a relationship but it does offer us many opportunities we wouldn’t have otherwise. We both knew that together we made an amazing couple. > I actually knew what my husband was really doing. He was “topping from the bottom”. He was teaching me that I needed to be very serious about safeguarding the keys to his chastity device. He was pointing out that for all this to feel real, I need to think of every way to keep the keys from him while he is doing the opposite; that is always trying to get access to the keys and in turn, control of his orgasms. > I knew I had to find a way to regain control of the situation; I needed to be two steps ahead of him. I told him that when he got the keys, he had to FaceTime me from his iPad. That way, I could watch him unlock his cage and direct him what to do—we could have videophone sex, something we hadn’t really tried up to this point. He agreed, thinking that might be something fun to try. He told me I had better be wearing something sexy when he called. I told him, “no problem, but you will have to wait until I get to my hotel room”. He agreed he could do that. We were both pretty excited about it even though I still felt like I wasn’t in full control of the situation. We talked a little while longer, said our goodnights, and then hung up the phone. > Even though I was excited about the idea of videophone sex the next day, I still wanted to make him wait until I got back home to unlock himself. I knew what I had to do. I sent a message to Lacey and asked her if there was any way she could go by the house in the morning to take care of the plants rather than the afternoon. I didn’t get a response from her, so I called but her phone went directly to voice-mail. It was already getting late and was worried I had missed an opportunity to retake control. I knew I wouldn’t be able to call her in the morning since I had to sign in quite early for my first flight. I finally decided I would just have to better organize my She-Nanigans the next time. > I decided that at least in the mean time I could still tease and torture my husband. I took some pictures of my naked breasts with my arm and fingers caressing my nipples. I sent him the pictures. Next I opened the curtains in my hotel room. All the lights were off in the room except for a floor lamp in the corner that supplied just enough light to take a video. My window overlooked several other hotels in Las Vegas; all the lights of the night helped lighten my room. I got on my bed and faced the window, wearing only a sexy little pair of red and black panties. I took the video so it showed me from my tits down; and, half of Las Vegas in the window. I started rubbing my pussy and moaning and groaning saying, “Oh baby, I want your cock in me right now. I want you to fuck me HARD!” > go-room-view-at-night.jpg > I continued, “I know a lot of men here in Las Vegas would love to fuck my pussy right now but I only want you baby… Please baby come here right now and fuck me…” > Shortly after I sent the video, my iPad began ringing; “Incoming FaceTime call”. I started laughing hysterically. I pressed the button that said, “voice only”, and said, “May I help you Sir” in my most professional voice. He begged me to turn the video on so he could see me. I said, “but baby, it will only make you hurt in your cock cage. You don’t want me to make you hurt, do you?” He said he didn’t care and to please just let him watch for a moment. I hit the button that said video and soon we were connected. Both cameras were facing our faces and not our bodies. I started moaning and groaning again. He begged me to switch the camera towards my body but I wouldn’t. I said, “What’s the matter babe, don’t you like looking at my face?” I continued moaning and moving as if I was about to come. I could here his frustration in his voice as well as the cries of pain due to his cock hardening in its cage. I told him to point his camera at “my caged up little cock”. He was lying on our bed at home with the side lamps on. He turned the camera so I could see his caged cock up close. It was completely bulging out of its confinement. Also, his balls were swollen big and blue. I knew he was in complete agony, yet loving every bit of it. I turned my camera and continued the show for him, rubbing my pussy vigorously. I stood up and moved closer to the window hoping that the darkness of my room would prevent anybody from seeing in. I turned with my back towards the widow, holding the camera away from me. I leaned against the window and began fingering myself; showing everything on video including Las Vegas at nighttime in the background. I said, “Oh baby, let’s come together. Come on; show me you stroking your big hard cock. I want to see you blow a huge load just for me!” Then giggled and said, “Oh yeah baby, I forgot you can’t come, can you? Your cock is all locked up!” > window_zpsx7hsuyqi.jpg > He could hardly say a thing. I watched him grab his cock cage and jerk it back and forth but I could tell that only added to his frustration. I moved the camera so that it just showed my mouth. I licked my lips and said, “I want your big hard dick in my mouth right now!” Now showing my whole face, I rolled my eyes back and moaned and groaned like I was having the most wonderful orgasm ever. He was yelling, “show me your body, show me your body again!” I then told him, “Babe I think we have a bad connection, I can’t really hear you… I think I’m losing you…” > I purposely disconnected us. Immediately he called back via Facetime, but I didn’t answer. He tried again; and still I didn’t answer. Then he called me on my phone, voice only. I answered in a really sleepy voice and exclaimed, “Babe, I’m so tired now. I have to go to bed—I have to get up early in the morning for work.” He said, “just quit your job and fly home right now. You don’t need to work anymore!” I think he was almost serious. I just laughed and said, “But babe I like working. It gives me time to think of ways to tease and torment you.” Then I told him, “Babe, I’m serious. I really do need to get my sleep”. He thanked me for the erotic show and we both said goodnight and hung up. I closed the drapes, got under my covers and then finished up the business I had started between my legs. In moments, I was completely spent. I knew he couldn’t do the same—I was in control of him at this minute. I was sure every thought of his was about me, and what he had just experienced. > In moments, I was just about asleep when I heard my phone ding with an incoming text. I was sure it was from him, hoping to play some more; hoping to get more pleasure from my tormenting. I looked at my phone and the message was from Lacey… it said, > “Got ur msg. No prob - I’ll be by in the AM. > I smiled, rolled over and snuggled my pillow under my big fluffy covers. Comfortable again! Comfortable I was in full control again; I was happy! > -resize%2017_1_zps5f2gkzir.gif > To be continued… > Click to expand... You could make a spare set of keys for a different lock so when you give keys away and he figures out how to get them back they won't work