I Have Just Locked My Hubby In A Chastity CageLast friday I made the momentus decision that the coming weekend would be the one where I take the big step of putting hubby into some sort of chastity device. I knew that I could trust my favourite website (from which I've taken my EP name), Pampered Diva Gifts, and sure enough they didn't let me down. They have currently a choice of three cages, the CB3000 which I think might be too small, the Spiked Cage, which seems rather cruel, although it got me wet imaginning keeping him in that for a week! Finally I settled on The Curve, which seemed ideal.
Friday night, as I was giving my husband his weekly discipline session, with the love paddle, I asked him whether he had *********** during the week. Ar first he started to lie, but I could tell straight away and gave him a wild volley of blows, and screamed over and over 'Don't Lie!!'. He started blubbering and confessing that he'd had a quick **** one morning when I'd had to leave early.
I thanked him for being honest and informed him that Sunday evening he will face a serious session with the cane, and when I'm too exhausted to hit him again, I'm going to give him something to help him with his ************ addiction. He looked horrified, but decided not to press me. I think he was hoping that I would let him off.
We had a fairly uneventful weekend, with hubby being an angel, massaging me, licking me to *******, buying me gifts. it was all so lovely, and completely wasted. I had a firm resolve to cane him until his arse was on fire, and then lock him up for at least a week.
On Sunday evening I instructed my rather nervous husband to go and shower and wait for me naked in the bedroom. I let him wait there for about half an hour, then I entered and handcuffed his hands behind his back, to stop him fighting me, and tied his feet to a bed post to stop him running around. I got out the curve, and placed it on the bed in front of him, then got the cane and stood behind and to the side of him.
I swished it a bit and asked him if he knew why he was being punished, and he replied that he did, and that it was for ************ without permission. I then started to cane him. Not raining down blows as I had with the paddle, but methodically, and with a steady rhythm, counting to two between each blow, and hitting as hard as I possibly could. His bum was pretty red all over, and now I was adding a pattern of bright red weals, which I thought looked rather artistic and fetching. Hubby, of course, was screaming and pleading and crying the whole time, but I was enjoying myself and wasn't about to stop any time soon.
I realise that I actually got a bit carried away, I was so aroused by the pain I was inflicting, and carried on for much longer than I had intended, but hey ho, I was in charge!
When I calmed down a bit I put down the cane and picked up the cage. It took a bit of fiddling to get the fit right, but he was finally in the thing, and he was still crying. I kissed his lips and told him that the cage was his protection against being caned like he just had, as he now couldn't **********, even if he wanted to. I was pretty sure that within a few days he was really going to want to.
Anyway, all this caning and locking had got me so worked up that I untied my newly chaste husband and had him use his tongue on me until I couldn't possibly *** any more. What a wonderful weekend it was, for me anyway!!