How to Have Sex While He's Locked in Chastity

The cage doesn’t cancel sex — it changes the rules. Intimacy happens only when you truly want it: not because of his hints or because “it’s been a while.” His job is to serve and wait, not to beg; anything begged for stops being your decision. Unlock the cage when you feel like it: let him warm you up, enter you if you allow. And the moment you’ve had yours, have him lock himself back up with his own hands. That final click matters more than everything before it: he returns himself to denial, and it cuts deeper than any words.

The first time is hard for him — his body wants more, yet he’s sent back into the cage. But with each time after, something shifts: he starts wanting your finish, not his own. Aroused and unfinished, he leaves your closeness not short-changed but filled — his goddess got what she wanted, and the goal is met. Compersion stops being a rare insight and becomes his normal state: he lives on your pleasure all the time, not his own now and then.

After your orgasm he cleans you with his tongue — not a chore, but a gift you let him give; the same tongue tidies the toys you used. You don’t even have to open the cage: on some evenings a vibrator and his tongue are all you need, and all he needs is one line afterward: “You worked hard tonight. With your tongue. The rest wasn’t required.” Penetration is only when you want it: if you choose, you let him in; if not, he stays outside. Whether he comes or not is yours to decide, and it isn’t up for discussion.

Every three to five such evenings give him a ruined orgasm, milking, or pegging — not as a reward, but for health: the prostate needs relief. Emptying the body without sweetness leaves desire untouched, so he still reaches for you.

Between those evenings keep a running account: a day added to his time in the cage for a slip, a day taken off for effort. Let him save them not for his own orgasm — let him aim high for things that please you.

And so the account never turns into negotiation, set a ratio rule — simple arithmetic that decides everything for both of you. Say, three to one: for every three orgasms of yours comes one of his — and under no circumstances sooner. Each of yours gets written down — a notebook, your phone, anywhere; his turn arrives not when he has earned it, begged for it or “it’s been a while”, but when the count says so. The number is yours to choose — start at two to one and tighten as it becomes habit: three to one, five to one. It can only ever be revised in one direction, and he knows which.

The rule works three ways at once. He has nothing left to ask for — it is not that you “won’t give it”, the count simply isn’t there yet, and no one argues with arithmetic; meanwhile every offer of his to please you starts looking suspiciously generous, and let it — it is good for him to want your orgasms more than his own. For you it removes the whole question of “is it time yet” — the decision was made once and works for years. And for your dynamic it gives the main thing: the ratio says out loud whose pleasure in this house is the principal one — and whose is a rare derivative of it. Coming outside the count is not “he slipped” — it is a breach of the most important rule there is, and the price should match.

Does denying him his orgasm feel cruel? Remember how it was for you.

Women fake orgasms for years. In surveys — more than half. Nearly all of them early in a relationship, when it was “awkward to say.” The script is always the same: he went in, sped up, came. Done. Lights off, he’s asleep. You lie there wondering whether to reach for yourself quietly. Nobody called that orgasm denial. It was called normal sex. His finish was mandatory. Yours — if you made it in time.

Now look at what you are doing to him. The same thing — only honestly and out loud. His orgasm is no longer required. Yours is the only one everything happens for. One difference: he was told, it was written into the contract, and the key was hung around your neck. Nobody ever told you. You are not taking anything new from him. You are collecting a debt. And one more thing: nobody said “thank you” to you back then. He will — tonight, out loud, on his knees. For being allowed to enjoy your orgasm.

And be ready for one request — it will come, usually in the second or third month, when he has settled and started to feel comfortable: "let's do it the old way tonight." Ordinary sex, him on top, him leading, him coming inside you like a husband. Sometimes it is a longing for closeness — then it is your decision and your gift, more on that below. But more often it is an attempt to take back what he handed you — through the bedroom, where he imagines you are softer. If you don't want it, don't explain and don't soften. Put him in his place hard, in one sentence, looking him in the eye: "I do the fucking here. You included — literally and otherwise." And that evening — nothing: no sex, no tenderness, no discussion of it. Let him fall asleep with that sentence.

Back-talk in words is cured with a spanking; back-talk in bed is cured only by the bed staying yours.

An orgasm isn’t a gift — it’s a purchase. Introduce a currency. The cleanest way to make his submission continuous is to turn release into something he has to earn. You introduce points: he banks them through service — completed tasks, a flawless day, obedience, chores — and only with them can he “buy” an orgasm. Release gets a price, and every act of his gets a direction: now he serves toward something, and you hold the exchange rate.

This kills the begging. No more “can I today?” — instead “I’ve saved up, will you let me spend it?” The difference is huge: he no longer whines for mercy, he presents what he earned — and you decide whether to accept. You change the price at will: raise it when you want to keep him longer; declare a “sale” as a rare reward; for an offence, a fine — points deducted, and he’s further from the goal again.

Three rules the system falls apart without: you set the price; he can only spend with your approval — what he’s saved is the right to ask, not the right to receive; and points oblige you to nothing — you can refuse even if he’s “saved enough”, and that’s not cheating, it’s a reminder of who holds the rate. Want to go easy — grant a ruined orgasm at a “discount”: he spends and barely gets anything. Keep the tally anywhere — a notebook, notes, an app; what matters isn’t the form but that you know the balance, not him.

The point: in chastity, sex stops being a trade and becomes service. You take what’s yours, he stays wanting — and each time binds him more tightly to the one whose pleasure he exists for.