Wife Discovers Computer Journal - Birdcage

Hi Altairboy!

I discovered that my husband was keeping a sort of computer journal of his activities while locked into his BirdCage. After my discovery, I've encouraged him to continue and save it to floppy disk so that I can add comments and, eventually, submit it to you.. For the sake of clarity Jeff's material will be unmarked, my comments will begin and end with three asterisks. - Hilda

My wife and I have been married for about six years. Despite the fact that my wife is very attractive, over that time our sex life has diminished to near nonexistence. The last two years had been especially bad. I began to spend more and more time surfing the web and getting sexual relief by masturbating (often two to three times per day). Hilda and I fought regularly over the "x-rated" computer and my masturbation (though she didn't know how often I was doing it).

I had enjoyed your site for some time and had often fantasized about having my penis locked up and out of my control. On an impulse I ordered the SCC Birdcage. I chose this device because my work is frequently strenuous and I needed something that would allow freedom of movement.

The birdcage arrived at the office on Wednesday March 3, exactly 4 weeks from your confirmation to my order. I took it to the bathroom and, with some difficulty, installed it for the rest of the day. The cage is quite comfortable and, to my surprise, unnoticeable under clothes. I wore it the rest of the day, unlocking it at quitting time and locking it in my desk. I continued to wear it on workdays that week and the next. Friday March 12, I removed the cage and inspected myself carefully. I found no abrasions, sore, or evidence of edema.

I reinstalled the cage, returned to my desk, and printed a page for Hilda:

-- Would you be interested in something that would ensure my faithfulness? -- Would you be interested in something that might prevent masturbation? -- Would you be interested in something that would give you sex-on-demand? -- If so follow me to the bedroom.

The forty minute commute home was an apprehensive time for me. Hilda is very vanilla. I anticipated that she would not be interested in something ‘kinky' and that we would have an argument over the cage. Arriving home I handed the note to my wife and went to the bedroom. Hilda arrived about a minute later - still holding the note and frowning. Without preamble I dropped my pants and showed her my caged cock.

At first she was surprised then frowned again as I explained the device to her. I explained that I couldn't fully erect and that even a partial erection was uncomfortable. She asked about the keys and I handed them to her (hands trembling). I assured her that the keys in her hand were the only set - I had no duplicates. She put the keys in her pocket and examined the cage, testing it to see if it would slide off. Under her attention my cock began to erect and swell between the bars. She smiled a small smile and remarked, "That does look pretty uncomfortable. We'll just have to see how well it works, Sweetheart."

***Vanilla huh? Well, to be honest I guess he had me pretty well figured out. My first impulse was to throw a fit. On the other hand, it had been about eight weeks since we had made love. Perhaps he had something that might rekindle his interest. If so, the least I could do would be to tolerate it. If not, I really hadn't lost anything, had I?***

She returned to her novel leaving me to get dressed and to ponder what I had gotten myself into. Neither of us mentioned it the rest of the evening. By bedtime I was feeling pretty frisky as it had been over twenty-four hours since I had last orgasmed. I assumed Hilda would release me for the first sex we had had in quite a while. WRONG! She kissed me Goodnight, rolled over, and went to sleep.

I was totally unprepared for my first night in the cage. I hadn't any idea how often a man erects in his sleep. The cage caused me to awake at least five times that night with a throbbing semi-hard on. Saturday morning I arose poorly rested and horny as Hell.

Hilda had already gotten up and was prodding me to get dressed. We had planned to go to an estate auction and bid on some antiques we had inspected the week before. We spent nearly tho whole day out. Again, neither of us made any mention of the cage; but Hilda would glance at my crotch periodically and smile that small smile of hers. We ate dinner out and didn't get home until late afternoon.

I propositioned Hilda for sex, but she just kissed me and suggested, "Maybe later." I spent some time trying to read. Surfing the usual computer sites caused some uncomfortable results. Bedtime arrived before I knew it. Hilda repeated last night's performance. I drifted into a troubled sleep worrying that I had bitten off more than I had bargained for. Again the cage caused a poor nights sleep.

I didn't even begin to understand Hilda's intent until Sunday afternoon. I asked her about the keys. She just smiled and asked, "What's the matter, Sweetheart? Feeling a little anxious?" She informed me they were hidden in a place I would never think of looking. She also informed that she would let me out when SHE was ready. "A few days ought to ensure that YOU are good-and-ready to play!", she cooed. Then she kissed me passionately and walked away giggling.

Watching television wasn't much help. Never before had I realized how many shows and commercials had such strong, underlying sexual themes. The computer wasn't much fun either. Reading was about my only tolerable activity.

Monday at work was another lesson in frustration. Even the unattractive women seemed to move and dress in a fashion to excite a man. I hadn't realized that this would happen while wearing it at work before. I knew I could remove it any time BEFORE. Now all I could do was ride it out and hope that Hilda took mercy on me soon.

***When I first read this it made me a little upset to think Jeff would look at other women. However, after reflection, I encourage him to girl watch. The cage prevents any cheating. I'm sure that Jeff would be too embarrassed to show his caged cock to another woman even if there was an attraction. I'm equally sure (for other reasons) that he wouldn't engage in a one-way oral affair. Finally, his erections simply reinforce the knowledge that I am in control now. ;-) ***

I received another surprise that afternoon as I arrived home. Hilda greeted me at the door wearing a black demi-bra, black panties, black garter belt and black seamed stockings. She was gorgeous! At that point, I would have agreed to almost anything for ten minutes with her sans cage.

***I wanted to show Jeff that I had always been (and still am) a sexually available woman. The packaging was to show off what he had neglected and was now unable to have without MY approval. Besides, running a tease can be fun, and it keeps Jeff's sex desire piqued.***

Each day at work seemed to increase my desires. Each day I arrived home Hilda wore a different provocative outfit. She also started teasing me about not being able to get relief, how she had the only avenue for my release, and how she loved being in control. She also got more touchy-feely with me. Coming up to me and hugging or cuddling or just brushing up against me. In short she was driving me nuts! At home and at work my penis throbbed nearly constantly.

***I spent the week researching the net to learn more about chastity devices. Jeff had either been careful in his measurements or had made good guesses. His cage was only long enough to accommodate about a third of his regular erection and was only slightly larger than half the diameter of a full erection. I didn't think there was any way for him to achieve release with the cage on - a belief that I've confirmed over the last few weeks as I have tried everything I can think of to get him off in the cage. His penis will try to erect, throb for a minute or two, then slowly deflate from the discomfort. I've even made him enter me with the cage on. I could feel the contrast of the smooth metal and the swelled skin - Delicious. Giggle!***

Friday afternoon I arrived home to find Hilda dressed in a pink, lace teddy. She greeted me with a kiss as I sat rather heavily in my recliner. After I finished the drink she had made for me, she whispered in my ear that she might be able to work some of the tiredness out of me if I was interested. INTERESTED!? HELL I WAS DESPERATE! She pointed to the bedroom and I practically ran to get there.

In the bedroom Hilda had laid out some cuffs and chains that I had gotten long before and never used. (One of our fights had been over bondage much earlier in our marriage. After that I never suggested it again. In fact I had forgotten where the stuff had been stashed.) Hilda strolled in and had me strip. Next she placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles and had me lie on the bed. With little padlocks she locked the cuffs together and attached the chains; these she attached to the frame of the bed at the head and foot - stretching me out like a capital I. Next she worked my caged penis and testes from between my legs then left the room.

She returned a few minutes later with the key dangling from a chain around her neck - the key nestled snugly in the cleft between her breasts. In her hand was a medium bowl of some liquid. She explained that she had learned about this on the Internet. The bowl contained a mixture of ice water and ethyl-alcohol. She sponged some on my throbbing cock causing it to deflate immediately. She then put the key in the lock and deftly removed it followed by the cage. At last I was free, but hardly able to do much about it. My cock immediately sprang to attention. Hilda moistened her lips seductively and commented, "My aren't we excited. I think I'll just let you think about this for awhile." With an evil smirk she grabbed the cage and left the room. Periodically she returned and stroked my member just enough to get me rock-hard before quitting with a giggle. She was obviously enjoying herself as I pleaded with her not to stop then squirming when she did.

After what seemed like an eternity she came in and wrapped a Velcro band around my testes. Then she unsnapped the crotch of her teddy, laughingly modeled her shaved pubis, and lightly mounted my cock. (I had begged her to shave before without success.) Her sex had NEVER felt so nice and sweet. She then began a slow bump-and-grind that always seemed to satisfy her but never me. In a very short time I felt her vaginal muscles tighten as the first waves of her orgasm passed through her. She finished up her climax with me less than halfway there. Then she dismounted me and stretched out beside me - kissing me and nuzzling my neck.

After I had cooled down a little she remounted my cock and started her slow bump-and-grind again. She climaxed again way before I was there and again dismounted me. Then she said, "Poor Baby! I've gotten off twice and you haven't cum yet. Maybe your not as horny as I thought you were. Maybe I should reinstall your Iron Maiden." (That's what Hilda has taken to referring to the cage as.) When I pleaded for her to give me release she smiled and asked, "What's in it for me? What will you do for ME if I let you cum?"

I couldn't believe the words out of her mouth, no could I believe mine as I answered, "Anything!"

"Anything?", she cooed. "Anything covers a lot of territory. Still maybe we CAN strike a deal."

Again she mounted me and started that SLOW B&G that must have been designed to separate a man from his sanity. Again she climaxed; but, instead of stopping she pulled the teddy over her head, sped the tempo up, and began to cup her breasts and tweak her erect nipples. Whether she climaxed a fourth time or not I don't know (***I did.***) as I was lost in the throes of the most thunderously powerful orgasm I had experienced since my first time with a woman.

Then she reached between her legs and pinched her lips together as she dismounted me. She began knee-walking up my body and explaining how rough it felt to clean up after with a wash cloth. I paid scant attention as I was still basking in the afterglow. I didn't realize her intent until she had almost straddled my face. She pinched my nose together with her free hand as I began to protest. Then she slowly lowered her goo-filled sex down on to my open, gasping mouth - commanding me, "Lick me clean!" I had no choice except to comply and perform this humiliating task. Anytime I tried to stop she simply pinched my nostrils together as a reminder of her control. As I licked her clean she rode my face to two more orgasms.

Finally, satisfied with my cleanup job, she stood and left the room, returning with the Maiden she had cleaned in the dishwasher. My cock had already recovered. She commented that this was the quickest I had ever comeback. She also commented that she had done ‘all the work' and she was tired. "It's time to put our toys away." she whispered. I pleaded with her not to put the cage back on me but she insisted.

"Honey," she said, "You're so lucky. Except for brief periods, your going to be in ‘pussy' the rest of your life. You'll either be in my warm, wet pleasure pussy which, incidently, is the only place you will ever cum again, or you'll be in the ‘Iron Maiden's' pussy. But don't worry, Honey, I'm not jealous of your new girlfriend. She's promised to help make you into the ideal husband. And, she's promised never to let you cum in her pussy!" (***Giggle!***) Wiping me clean with the still cool liquid from the bowl, she deflated me and deftly reinstalled the cage. She left and re-hid the key and then came back and freed me - making me put away the chains and cuffs.

***Making Jeff eat his own seed was the most humiliating thing I could think of - and I found it terribly exciting to humiliate him in this fashion. Also, a tongue bath is infinitely nicer than rubbing a rough cloth over your privates.***

Much to my dismay I discovered that my one orgasm only whetted my sexual appetite - I was as horny as ever. My pleas, however, fell on the deaf ears of my surprising wife. I never assumed she could be so sexy or merciless.

Saturday she sat me down to discuss ‘changes'. She made it clear that even though it was my penis, orgasms and erections were her property. Also she informed me, "Just because YOU are on a sexual diet doesn't mean I am! I will only consider giving you relief on Fridays or Saturdays and ONLY IF you have pleasured me orally the six preceding days. Of course I can withhold any release for bad behavior."

Hilda had never really enjoyed oral sex before, but, of course, I had to do whatever she wanted. Servicing her was hard enough on me; but, the things I had to do to get her in the mood made it even worse. She assigned chores, made me serve as her masseur, bath attendant, romance her. In addition, she continued her surprisingly effective tease.

***I like Jeff helping around the house so the logical thing is to make him ‘help out' before servicing me. I also like a nice massage or a warm fluffy towel after bathing. Nicest of all though, is having my husband who has neglected me for so long pleading with me to get between my legs! After a week or two without release this activity becomes extremely punishing for Jeff, the gate to his pleasure right there - yet out of reach.***

***I've also been requiring Jeff to watch movies with me. During commercials we neck and play-around -- so much nicer than when he spent all his time on computer! The fact that it's ‘hard' on him is really his own fault.***

***Ladies, another nice thing about Jeff's situation is that the toilet seat is ALWAYS down when I get there.***

***Jeff serviced me nicely Saturday through Thursday. Too bad I got my period Friday morning knocking him out of release that day and the following Friday as well. Jeff has only received three more orgasms since March 19, his longest dry spell being three weeks. I have read that men locked in chastity belts lose elasticity in their penile skin and have trouble achieve erections if denied too long; so during weeks that Jeff doesn't get release, I still tie him down and stimulate him. Of course orgasm is out of the question, but it keeps him sexually fit and ready when I want him.***

***May 8, marked our six-year anniversary so I decided to do allow Jeff release Friday despite the fact I managed to keep him from servicing me on Thursday.***

***Jeff is now caught in a sexual Catch 22. The better he performs servicing me the less I need conventional sex. Of course failing to properly service me means no sex. It's so amusing to see him work hard to pleasure me (which increases his frustration) and lessens my sexual need.***

***I've been thinking of a plan to limit Jeff's release and still make it dependant on his behavior and my pleasure. I've come up with a game I call Lotto Sex, The rules are simple. You start out with a bag containing 14 red beads and one green bead. Each day that Jeff pleasures me orally I give him one green bead to add to the bag. Each day he fails to pleasure me (regardless of fault) I put 2 red beads in the bag. In addition a white bead is added to the bag for each day that passes. In addition I may reward Jeff for good behavior or punish him for bad behavior by addition of the appropriate colored bead. Jeff may draw a bead from the bag any time he feels ‘lucky'. If he draws a green bead I give him sex, the bag is emptied and reset and the game begins again. If he draws a white bead he must wait fourteen days before he may draw again (red and green beads continuing to accrue). If he draws a red bead we total the number of red and white beads in the sack, I spank him that many times, the bag is reset and the game begins again. I'm also thinking of adding task cards to the game. Each task will have a set number of green beads (if successfully completed) and red beads (if unsuccessful) to be added to the bag.***

***I would appreciate any suggestions for tasks that you or your readers would care to submit.***

Sincerely,
Jeff & Hilda Priss
misspriss69@hotmail.com

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