Hi!

This is a post in 3 parts. The first was written about 2 weeks after = Jeff,
my husband, was first locked up and also appears on Altairboy's = site.. The
second was written about the middle of August and has never = been posted.
The third was written last Sunday after a very interesting = Saturday
evening. Fell free to use any or all you find entertaining. By = the way -
GREAT SITE.

Part I

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.

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 you 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 a re 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
Part II

I hope this post doesn't ramble too much. It started out as a simple update
and metamorphosed into a type of primer. Oh well!

I'd like to thank all of the nice letters I received after my last post in
May. I'd especially like to thank Cathy Jones (chasticathy) for all her
wonderful ideas and suggestions. Jeff has been locked into his Birdcage for
over 5 months now, and the change in him is simply amazing!

He is so much more attentive and affectionate than before. Despite being
dubious to start with, had I known that he would have changed so much, I'd
have had him caged long before now. This lifestyle may not be for everyone,
but if there are any lady lurkers out there who have husbands interested in
chastity, I'd advise them to at least give it a try.

I've read everything I can get my hands on about chastity and talked to so
many nice people. I'd like to share some of what I've learned from others
and discovered on my own. I'm sure this is nothing new to you veterans, but
for newcomers it might be helpful.

After the first couple of weeks of playing around with this toy I began to
realize that I had no real idea of what Jeff expected of me. I had read
that couples involved in unusual' love play often formed a contract. That
gave me an idea.

Jeff and I didn't really need an elaborate contract, but, writing down our
expectations would make it easier for both of us (especially me). That
afternoon I suggested that each of us sit down with a small pad and outline
our desires and expectations.

Jeff's list was longer than mine. I'll outline, what I consider, the key
points below:

I want Hilda to cheerfully and lovingly:

1) Withhold my sexual release for as long as it pleases her no matter how
much I
Plead or beg.
2) Punish me for any poor behavior.
3) Use me for her pleasure.
4) Tease me as much as it pleases her.

As you can see all Jeff's expectations are completely sexual in orientation.
I'm afraid my list was a little more mundane. My key points are:

I want Jeff to:

1) Stop masturbating!
2) Be more affectionate with me.
3) Be ready to satisfy me sexually as I desire.
4) Spend more quality time with me.
5) Help out around the house.
6) Get in better shape/workout.

He also admitted that he had been masturbating a minimum of three times a
day,
frequently more often. (No wonder he wasn't interested in me.)

We exchanged our lists and talked about them. Then we each signed both
lists and stapled the together along with a release clause in case either of
us decided we no longer wanted to play.

.I was surprised to find that our lists dove-tailed in several areas even
though they came from different perspectives.

I think that this sort of quasi-contract is important so that the couple has
a better understanding of what they want/expect

Next, I'd like to discuss the security of the Birdcage since others have
found it to be less than totally secure.

Jeff's cage seems to be VERY secure. He's told me that he hasn't had an
orgasm (other than those I allow and a couple of wet dreams) while he's been
locked up. I think that's because of the sizing of the cage. The "A" ring
is pretty small at 5 inches. It isn't easily moved down his cock and,
therefore, provides a secure attachment base for the cage portion. The cage
itself is small, 2 inches long, and is about a 1/4 inch longer than his
flaccid cock. This length only accommodates about 1/3 of his normal
erection. I guess this sizing makes it a little uncomfortable for Jeff at
times, but I don't see how Jeff could possibly get satisfaction while locked
in it. I've even tried for more than an hour to stimulate him to orgasm
while locked up without any success.

Another correspondent wrote that, in his experience, after a few weeks in a
chastity device the skin of his penis lost some elasticity. He also said it
took a few hours to a couple of days before it was comfortable to perform.
Well, I didn't want this to happen to Jeff for a couple of reasons. One, I
wanted him to be ready to please me at MY whim. Two, I didn't want any
long-term physical complications.

Back to the net and the books for me! I think I've hit on the ideal system
to prevent this sort of problem. Every Sunday afternoon Jeff and I engage
in an activity I call Sexercicse'. Jeff is tied down to the bed. I
throughly clean him with soap, alcohol, and water. The Birdcage goes to the
dishwasher. Then I begin. I spend at least a couple of hours masturbating
Jeff up to the point before orgasm, then quit and let him cool off. Then I
begin again. This goes on over and over until Jeff is begging (in vain) for
release. I make a game of it - how long can I keep him hard without going
over the edge? Our longest session lasted almost 4 hours before I tired and
reinstalled his cage with him unsatisfied. Of course Jeff loves the
stimulation but hates the ensuing frustration.

Another writer informed me that after he's locked up he begins to lose
interest in sex. I'm not sure of this person's age or the level of
involvement his SO has in his chastity activities, but I would think that
anyone can be horny with the right encouragement.

One of the things I do to keep Jeff focused on sex (and me as center of his
sexual universe) is dressing and acting as a sexually available and
desirable woman. I vary my outfits and lingerie each day to keep Jeff
interested. I also flirt with him almost constantly.

I've already told you about my Sexercise program, but I've gotten more
physically affectionate with Jeff in other ways as well. Whenever we pass
in the hall there is always time for kiss-kiss. I kiss him passionately and
grind my body into his during the kiss. When we watch movies together we
kiss and When he's doing chores such as washing dishes I'll walk up behind
him and give him a big hug, then I'll reach down and give his caged cock a
little squeeze. That never fails to cause a semi-erection reminding Jeff
that only I can provide his relief.

For bed-wear I've bought semi-transparent, shorty, negligees in red, black,
peach, whit, and plum colors. I make Jeff wear silk boxers to bed. Either I
snuggle up to him spoon fashion and reach down and hold his cock or he must
snuggle up to me spoon fashion. I usually pull his caged cock out and
nestle it between my thighs against the crotch of my panties. This plays on
Jeff's mind that only the thin nylon and the metal cage keep him from
paradise. It also gives me a play-toy to rub against my crotch for my own
stimulation. :-)

Another activity I use to keep Jeff interested is oral sex. The longer hubby
goes without the more punishing this activity becomes. For him to earn any
relief he must service me every day I'm not on my period. I try not to make
it too easy for him though. Some days I make him work around the house
before letting him service me. Some days I play hard-to-get'. I make him
work to get me in the mood'. I get massages, pedicures, lotioning
sessions, romantic dinners - whatever it takes. It's almost as much fun
watching him struggle to make me want oral sex as the actual act itself. I
also find it amusing to have my husband, who used to neglect me sexually,
now begging to bury his face in my sex!

Some days I act all "hot and bothered" when Jeff gets home. Attacking him
with kisses and caresses at the door. Cooing and blowing in his ears.
Telling him how hungry my sex is for him. Then offering to let him try his
luck with the Lotto Sex' game (see my previous post for details). (Once he
even got so excited that he did try it when the odds weren't in his favor.
We both had to be satisfied with a licking' that afternoon!)

Some afternoons I'll call him at the office with this same routine. Then
I'll set my vibrator out and act like I couldn't wait for him. He's
expecting one scenario when I dump another on him. He never knows what's
waiting on him at home.

Of course I like to keep weekends at a fever-pitch too. I've already told
you how Sunday afternoons are spent. Some Saturdays I take Jeff out
shopping for lingerie and a girl-watching session or an afternoon at the
pool. (Hooray for Summer!) Some Saturday evenings we play a version of
strip-poker. I start out with seven articles of clothing on - bra, panties,
pantyhose, teddy, skirt, blouse, and shoes. My clothes come off in reverse
order. If Jeff can get me naked without losing a hand, I give him relief.
However, if he loses a hand he loses that opportunity AND must pay a forfeit
based on the value of each article (bra and panties worth 25 each, teddy 15,
pantyhose 10, blouse/skirt/shoes worth 5 each). He gets a spanking.

A couple of Saturdays ago I did something a little mean to Jeff. Earlier
that week I promised him a free (uncaged) afternoon alone. When Saturday
came, I had Jeff strip and cuffed his hands behind him. Then I removed his
cage and took him to the den where I had prepared a surprise. (I had
removed a heavy hanging basket from the eye-hook in the
center of the ceiling. Then I hung a chain from the eye. I had also moved
all the furniture out of reach'.) I snugged the chain between his cheeks,
through his crotch and attached it to his balls with a leather strap. Next
I attached his cuffs to the chain.

In this position Jeff could get some stimulation by tugging on the chain
(but not enough to cum). I kissed him, grabbed the cage, and told him to
have fun' and not to go away. Then I took the cage to a friend of mine who
runs a jewelry store.

I have spent quite a while playing with various names for the cage (I love
to personify things) before finally hitting on one I really liked. My
friend engraved it on the top bar of the cage in flowing script:

Hilda's
Chastity Pussy

Now whenever Jeff pulls it out to go to the bathroom or shower, he'll see
I'm there with him - still in control. :-)

I stopped back by the house to check on him. He was standing there
forlornly tugging the chain, his cock rock-hard. I showed him my new
addition to the cage, dropped in a nearby chair (with the keys to his
cuffs), and headed out for an hour or so of shopping. When I returned, Jeff
still hadn't had any luck so I released him from the chain and deflated his
cock with some ice. Then I reinstalled the cage. Poor Jeff looked so
pathetic that I decided to do him the next day. (Of course he didn't know
that at the time!)

Something I've been considering to make Jeff do during his lunch and breaks
at the office is to have him compose a hot, passionate letter or poem to my
Pleasure Pussy'. The idea being that if he can wake her up and arouse her
he might get lucky'. Still toying with this idea.

In conclusion, chastity play is not for every couple; but for those with
open minds and at least a chastity fantasy, I can recommend it as being a
workable and pleasurable lifestyle. Even though Jeff would love release
much more often, he's confided to me that he's never considered using the
release clause of our contract'.

Thanks for your attention and I hope this will encourage some of my hesitant
sisters to try this. I'm glad I did! As always, I'm looking for more good
ideas to keep Jeff horny and frustrated. Any comments or ideas are always
welcome!

Hugs & Kisses,
Hilda
( misspriss69@hotmail.com )

Part III

Just wanted to update you on an experience that Jeff (and I) had yesterday.
My sister, Hazel, and her husband, Mike, have been staying with us for about
a week. Neither of them were aware of our chastity play until Hazel found
out, quite by accident. I'm having Jeff tell about it first hand. What
follows is what he wrote and I transcribed to the computer.

****************

Hilda's sister, Hazel, and hazel's husband, Mike, accepted our invitation to
spend some time with us. They are a nice pleasant couple. Mike is very
agreeable and Hazel, Hilda and I get along splendidly. Their arrival also
gave me some relief from Hilda's provocative dress and overtly sexual
behavior. Her daily servicings had to be done on the sly. Since it's been
over 5 weeks since my last release I was getting pretty frustrated so any
relief from her teasing was greatly appreciated.

I find Hazel extremely attractive. Unlike Hilda, Hazel has dark brown,
shoulder length hair, and dark brown eyes. While Hilda sports a wonderful
figure, Hazel's is nothing short of spectacular. Hazel has large, firm
breasts, and ample hips separated by a wasp waist. Hilda has always been a
little suspicious of my attraction to her sister. Of course now she has
nothing to worry about.

Hazel and Mike had been with us about five days when Mike left Friday to
attend to some business a couple hundred miles away in Tennessee. His plan
was to return late Sunday or early Monday to spend the next couple of weeks
with us before heading home. That left Hilda, Hazel, and myself together
for the weekend.

Friday night we grilled out and watched some tv. Despite Hilda being toned
down in her demeanor, the proximity of both attractive wife and attractive
sister-in-law was frustrating. Saturday afternoon Hilda went shopping and
hazel stretched out on the couch for some lazy time and a nap. I decided to
grab a cold shower. That's when the trouble started.

I had left the door to the master bath open since the bedroom door was
closed and hazel was "asleep". Imagine my surprise when I step out of the
shower and saw Hazel turn from my wife's book case with a startled
expression on her face. It only took a second to cover up with a towel and
close the door, but I couldn't be sure if she'd seen the Birdcage.

After I had dressed I stepped out of the bedroom. Hazel told me she was
looking for something light to read and was sorry she had invaded the
bedroom. Nothing indicated she had seen anything unusual, so I accepted her
apology and let it go at that. I relaxed a little feeling I had dodged a
bullet.

Later that evening I was working on a project for work and drinking a beer
or two. The girls were in the den chatting and sipping wine coolers. When
I went to the kitchen to get another beer Hilda called out for me to bring
them two more wine coolers. As I entered the girls were giggling. Hilda
got up and took me by the arm and led me over to the couch.

I knew I was in trouble when Hilda told me in a tone that left no room for
argument, "If you want any before Thanksgiving, you will not give me any
trouble. Hazel wants closer look at your Chastity Pussy." (Hilda had
Hilda's Chastity Pussy' engraved on the top of the Birdcage.) With an evil
smile Hilda hooked her finger in the waistband of my sweats and pulled the
down in front exposing my caged cock. I blushed furiously as Hazel,
wide-eyed, sipped her cooler and visually examined my restrained equipment
from just inches away. She was so close I could feel her breath on my
exposed thighs.

With another smile Hilda encouraged her sister saying, "Go ahead Hazel, feel
it. Even if it makes Jeff horny, there isn't much he can do about it." My
"Hilda, Please!" went for nought as Hilda said, "Oh Jeff, Hazel is family.
She thinks it's neat." I was utterly humiliated.

I had sized the cage for maximum security. The cage barely contains my
penis when completely flaccid. There is only about 1/8 inch for expansion
so any erection gets pretty uncomfortable pretty quick. Hazel reached up
and cupped the cage in her hand. My neglected penis vainly tried to erect
as it was manipulated by my super attractive sister-in-law. Hazel was all
O-o-o-h's and A-h-h-h's as my cock puffed in it's tiny prison and began to
throb. The woman either had no mercy or no concept of my torment as she
traced the A-ring securing the cage behind my sack with her fingernail.
Poor Baby!", she cooed. "Hilda has been telling me about how easy it is to
control you with this." as she tapped the cage with that fingernail. She
patted the couch next to her saying, "Sit doiwn. I have some things to ask
you." I started to cover up as I sat but hazel continued, "Leave it out.
I'm not finished looking yet."

My wicked wife was all smiles as I sat next to Hazel. She pulled my arm
around her shoulders and snuggled close. One of my best fantasies becoming
my worst nightmare. Periodically she would adjust the cage to suit her as
she questioned me.

Q: "There's no way you can get the cage off?"

A: "Not without Hilda knowing. She has the only keys."

Q: "There' no way you can cum with it on?"

A: "No."

Q: "How often does hilda let you out?"

A: "Usually about onca a month. Sometimes longer. Sometimes less. She
makes me earn
my release."

Q: "Hilda tells me you voluntarily got the cage and locked yourself in it.
Is that true?"

A: "Yes."

Q: "If you had it to do over, would you?"

A: "I don't know. The sex, when I get it, is the best. But I would have
made some rules
for the length of time between release. Hilda calls All the shots now and
its too late to change."

Q: "What kinds of things does Hilda make you do to earn relief?"

A: "I have to service her orally everyday. She gives me chore around the
house. I also
have to act as her bath attendant."

Hilda: "Tell her about the other stuff to."

"Sometimes Hilda uses erotic punishments. She's made me shave my legs and
wear
shorts out shopping with her. She's put eyeliner and mascarra on me and
taken me out.
She's made me wear a bra under a dark shirt when we go out, but you could
still see
the outline."

Hazel: "That's terrible!" (The edge in her voice and the light in her eyes
said differently.)

Q: "How does it make your cock feel while you service her?"

A: "It terribly punishing. Hilda gets off and all I get is frustrated. Her
dress and actions
Usually drive me to distraction.

Q: "Who else knows about this?" (Tapping the cage again.)

A: "No one. Please don't tell anybody."

"Sweety, I'm not going to tell anybody, especially not Mike. But I wouldn't
worry about Mike. He's going to be in the same predicament as soon as I can
get you and hilda to order me one of these." Then she began rubbing my
penis through the cage and taunting me. "I'll bet you'd like to be out
right now. What would you do, Stud? Think we could have some fun? Play
Kissy-Kissy?" Hilda ate it up! I was a desparate mixture of humilation,
horniness, and frustration. In fact I broke down and cried as the girls
laughed and giggled.

"You know you're in double-trouble now don't you. I know you've always been
attracted to me. Now I know I can flirt with you and there isn't anything
you can do about it. I have hilda's full permission too!."

All I can do is hope that Hilda will take mercy on me soon. These two
wicked sisters are determined to make my life terribly frustrating. They
are talking about hazel and mike staying a month now. I know I don't have a
prayer of release till they leave. Be careful what you wish for. Sometimes
you do get it.

********************

Don't worry about jeff. We'll be ordering Mike's cage soon. Misery does
love company! };-)

Hugs,
Hida & Hazel
misspriss69@hotmail.com

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