I started wearing a chastity device, off and on, about 6 years ago. Like most chastised males, it was my idea and it was for the usual reason, chronic ************. My beautiful wife didn’t think much of the idea at first but, without any enthusiasm, she went along with it. Gradually she began to see how my being chastised benefited her and then my life really began to get interesting.
I guess you have to understand my wife. She is a perfectionist. She is very uncomfortable unless she is in total control of her entire world. My chastity added a whole new dimension to her idea of control and she started getting into it. The first thing she did was to make me get my Curve shortened to the shortest possible length so I couldn’t get an erection. She was not only going to control my ************, she was going to control my arousal.
She held the keys and I was released often enough that I couldn’t complain. My ************ was finally under control and as a result we were making love more often. It seemed like a win-win situation. Then she got sick – really sick. She developed a serious case of fibroid tumors in her uterus. She began the endless period. We stopped having sex. She forgot about my chastity device. I was locked up without any release for 117 days. I didn’t say anything to her about my problem she was too sick to be bothered until the 117th day. I told her that after 117 days of complete chastity I had finally come to terms with permanent chastity, or at least for the duration of her illness, and said I had no problem continuing. She laughed, it was the first time in a while, and said that I was much too proud of myself, so she unlocked me.
Surgery was eventually required to cure the tumors and our lives returned to normal. Today she keeps me locked whenever we are apart and whenever I’m not at the office. She takes it off of me on weekday mornings to shower and sends me to work without it. She knows I don’t have any opportunity there to ********** and then relocks me when I come home at night. If she isn’t there I lock myself.
My ************ habit is cured and I have adjusted to my strange routine. I can hardly remember what life was like before. I know that this device is easily defeated in any number of ways but I no longer want to defeat it. I asked my wife to take control and she did. What more could I ask for.