I had a conversation with a friend of mine - she knows all about my love for keeping my fella under lock and key. So far she has shied away from doing anything and her concern was about altering the dynamic of her marriage. If your relationship is working, I fully understand not wanting to rock the boat. We chatted through it and I explained that a cage can be a relationship changer or just a sex toy to keep things interesting. I suggested that she try just locking him up for date night. If he is a good date, he gets unlocked. Just a bit of a power transfer similar to a very vanilla version of pegging. Here is her story recounted by me from a conversation that we had. I really am a bad influence.
I was getting ready to go out; hair, makeup the whole nine yards. I watched my husband as he did his absolute minimum effort to get ready, he didn't even bother to shave. Then I remembered the conversation I had with Emma about the lock. She lent me one of her boyfriend's locks with several sizes of tubes and rings when we met for lunch about a week prior. I fiddled with it when she lent it to me but I couldn't quite figure out how it worked and how it all fit together with the anatomy inside of it. I put it all back in the zip lock baggie and stuck it in my purse and forgot about it.
I was a bit annoyed that there wasn't much self-care required for my husband to get ready, so I figured this was a good time to give it a shot. He brushed his teeth but didn't even take the time to shave or cut his fingernails.
I told him that I wanted him to try something different for date night. A little sexual role playing. His eyes perked up when he heard that sentence and he looked at me with full attention. I told him that I've got an idea that puts me in control of his penis and he only gets to use his penis tonight if I tell him that he can. He scoffed and said something about it being the same as any other night. I looked at him sternly and said you better think twice before any more comments like that. I reached into my purse and produced the zip lock baggie and handed it to him.
I acted as if I knew exactly how to put it together, handing the pieces to my husband. This ring goes around your balls, find one that is snug but not uncomfortable - you might be wearing this for a while if you don't behave. Then your penis goes into this tube, you can use some lotion to slide it into the tube if you need to. He asked me who's tube it was and if it was washed. I had no idea, Emma and I hadn't discussed it so I just repeated "Do it." he complied and started fiddling around with it. About the time he had it figured out, he started getting hard and the tube slid off his penis. I laughed a bit and told him so snap the lock and bring the key with him. I would be waiting for him in the kitchen. He looked up at me while still fiddling with his apparatus and nodded in acknowledgement, almost timidly. I laughed to myself as I walked to the other room.
He met me in the kitchen a couple minutes later and handed me the key, honestly I was a bit surprised that he allowed himself to be under lock and key with no conversation or argument of any kind. Not really what Emma told me to expect, I was ready to try and convince him to do this for me. I put the key on my necklace and we headed out the door. He headed to the drivers seat and I said no sweetie, I'll drive tonight. He looked confused since he always drives when he and I are in the car together. …
