“So…I sort of enjoy it when Amber’s…unfair to me.”
“Like mean?”
“I guess so, yeah. But it’s more than that. I do a lot of things for her, like you noticed the yard work and stuff. I also do all of her laundry and clean her house, do her shopping…things like that. And in return…well she sleeps with other guys, and for some reason that is really hot to me.”
“Well that definitely does sound unfair” She said with a slight smile. “And the chastity cage?”
I swallowed. This was going to be difficult.
“Uh…so she doesn’t actually sleep with me.”
Helen’s eyebrows rose in surprise.
“I thought you said she was your girlfriend?”
“Yeah…well sort of I guess.”
“So why doesn’t she sleep with you?”
Oh boy, I thought again.
“I’m…oh god this is embarrassing.”
Helen finally took a sip of her coffee, watching me the whole time. She didn’t say anything. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I’m bad in bed.”
I didn’t hear anything so I opened my eyes cautiously. Helen was still just staring at me but I saw her lips twitch slightly.
“So…Amber doesn’t want to sleep with me.”
Helen shook her head.
“That’s…that’s crazy. So because, as you say, you’re bad in bed, she locks up your dick and sleeps with other guys?”
I nodded glumly.
“Yeah…that’s basically it.”
“But that….that’s crazy.”
She stared at me for a second, organizing her thoughts.
“Ok…so tell my why you like that.”
“That’s fairly simple, I think. I want her to be happy. In all ways, I guess. So I do everything I can to make her life easier. But also I guess sexually.”
This was a super strange conversation to be having with someone I just met, I thought briefly. But I also felt oddly comfortable with Helen. She was so kind and went out of her way to invite me in for coffee when she thought she broke the news to me that my girlfriend was cheating on me. I felt like she was a good person and I could tell her anything.
“Ok – talk about that” She said. “The sexual part.”
“She isn’t interested in…well…” I glanced down at my crotch, feeling my cheeks burn with shame. “But I want her to be satisfied, so…I’m happy that she can get what she needs from other guys.”
Helen shook her head again.
“Crazy” She repeated, for what seemed like the tenth time. But she had a thoughtful look on her face.
“I mean, I guess I understand it now, from your perspective. And I guess the chastity thing makes it what…more unfair to you or something?”
I nodded. She did sort of get it.
“Yeah that’s right. But there’s more to it than that.”
She had her hands under her chin again.
“Ok. Tell me about it.”
“So Amber sleeps with other guys…a lot.” I suppressed a groan at the thought. “And I can’t even…you know.”
She nodded.
“So that’s about the most unfair thing I can think of.”
Helen nodded again.
“But also, when I’m locked I get really…uh desperate I guess?”
“Horny” Helen said, with a slight smile.
I smiled back.
“Yeah. Horny. And that makes me more…eager to please her I guess? And to do things for her and be around her.”
“Huh.” Helen sat back and thought for a few seconds.
“Ok. I think I understand it now. At least in theory. It sounds like some sort of feedback loop. And you’re happy with this arrangement? I mean, I can see what’s in it for her.” She laughed.
“Yes, Helen. I’m extremely happy. I’ve had a really crazy last few weeks but it’s been fantastic and I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.”
She smiled.
“That’s awesome. And…the chastity thing is pretty important in all of this?”
I nodded.
“Huh.”
She seemed to be considering something for a few seconds.
“Can I….” She swallowed. “Can I see it?”
My mouth dropped open.
“I mean…I know it’s weird. But I guess I’ve already seen it…I just want a better look.” She looked at me nervously with her pretty blue eyes.
“Look…my husband…I know he likes this stuff. I’ve seen porn with naked guys with chastity cages on his laptop. He’s asked me to tie him up and stuff before. He even hints sometimes about…wishing I had other options. I just…never really understood what it was about I guess.”
She absently took a strand of her blond hair and twisted it in her fingers.
“You’ve been really open with me, Chris and I appreciate it. And I feel I can talk to you about this stuff. In fact, you may be the only person I can really talk to about it.”
She paused for just a few seconds.
“Sex with my husband isn’t that great these days. I guess he’s what you’d call a minuteman. And….” She held up her thumb and index finger about two inches apart.
I smiled shyly.
“Uh…I guess…I can relate.”
She gave me a slight smile back.
“I figured. I mean, I saw your cage the other night.”
I grimaced and Helen gave a small laugh and patted my hands.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No…it’s ok” I said.
Her expression changed and she looked down with a frown on her face.
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this but I’ve thought so much about cheating on him for the last year or so. I mean…” She sighed heavily. “It’s been a really long time since I was fucked properly.”
I sat silently, unsure what to say.
She looked up.
“He does other stuff…I mean, he’s pretty good with his hands and…” Her cheeks reddened slightly “His mouth. But sometimes…” She looked down at her hands. “Sometimes it’s just not enough.”
She looked up and met my gaze.
“But maybe…I don’t know, maybe the answer is right in front of me. Maybe I can give him what he wants. I’ve watched the videos he no doubt jerks off to.” She curled her lips in disgust. “And maybe I can get what I want at the same time.”
My eyes widened.
“You’re thinking of locking your husband up.”
Helen nodded tentatively.
“Which is way I need to see yours.”
“Uh…are you sure?”
She nodded again, more certain this time.
I slowly stood up from the kitchen table. Helen’s eyes were fixed on my crotch.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.
“Are you sure?” I asked for one last time.
“Yes please, Chris.”
I exhaled and slid my pants and underwear down.
“Jesus there it is” Helen breathed. “Hold up your shirt.”
It felt beyond weird to be standing with my pants pulled down in front of a stranger, in her kitchen in the middle of the day. I glanced at the wall nearby where there was a large photo of her hugging her husband in front of a waterfall in some tropical place.
She pulled her chair closer.
“It’s so small.”
I groaned.
“Do they come in different sizes?”
“Yes. You have to measure and order a custom size.”
Helen stifled a laugh behind her hand.
“That’s so…demeaning. But it makes sense. Dicks come in all different sizes.”
She reached out and tapped a fingernail on the steel tube. I started to feel blood swelling my trapped dick.
“Feels solid. Is it heavy?”
“Not really.”
She nodded.
“How does it stay on?”
“Uh…this ring here behind my balls…I can’t really slide it off. And this model is…extra secure.”
Helen looked up at me inquisitively.
“This part here…” I touched the tip of the cage, where a small steel rod protruded from the end of my penis.
She gasped.
“Wait…is that…is that going through your urethra?”
I nodded.
“Fuck!”
“It makes it impossible to…pull out. It’s completely secure.”