Cuckold Chastity: Must-Have Guide for Best Results

So cuckold chastity has been this thing we’ve been exploring, and honestly, I didn’t expect it to hit me the way it did that night she brought home a guy from the bar. I was locked up, keys in her purse, just like we’d agreed, and she told me to sit in the corner chair while she peeled off her dress for him. Watching her climb onto his lap, hearing her laugh low and breathy while he grabbed her hips—it was this weird mix of jealousy and something way hotter that I still can’t name. She kept glancing over at me, checking the cage, and every time I tried to shift or touch myself the metal just reminded me I couldn’t. They moved to the bed eventually, and she was loud in a way she never is with me, calling him daddy, telling him how good it felt, and I just sat there hard and aching and useless. Afterward she kissed me soft and said I was such a good boy for waiting, and the frustration and pride tangled up so tight in my chest I almost couldn’t breathe. It’s not for everyone, but if you’re curious, that mix of being shut out and completely owned by her is something else.