Male chastity: the cage, the key, the days

Male chastity is the simplest and strongest thing in our marriage: my husband wears a cage, and I am the keyholder. Not for a scene — around the clock, for years now. The key hangs on a chain on my neck; he sees it every morning when I check the lock.

People imagine chastity as cruelty. In practice it is mostly attention. A locked husband doesn't drift after orgasm, doesn't go quiet for a day, doesn't forget. He is pointed at me — and I decide when that changes. Below: the first month, sleeping in the chastity cage, tease and denial, ruined orgasms, milking, the one night in three weeks when I say yes — and the ten minutes after, when he locks himself back up and hands me the key.