1. Confession and Confrontation
Ryan stared at the floor, his stomach in knots, as Nicole paced the living room. Her cheeks were flush with anger and hurt. A text message left open on his phone had tipped her off, unraveling his lie--an affair, or at least a secret fling that never should have happened. Now, Ryan's entire relationship teetered on the edge of destruction.
He wanted to defend himself, to claim it was a single mistake. But the look on Nicole's face held him silent. He knew words alone wouldn't patch the hole he'd torn in their relationship.
"I can't believe you did this," Nicole said, voice tremulous. "I've given you all of me--all my loyalty. And this is what you do?"
Ryan's throat went dry. "I'm sorry," he managed. "I... it was stupid, and I regret it. I'd do anything to fix this."
Nicole halted, arms folded across her chest. "You say that, but how do I trust you now? If I give you one more chance, what guarantee do I have you won't cheat again?"
Desperate, Ryan fell to his knees, tears threatening to spill. "I'll do anything, Nic. Anything to prove I'll stay faithful."
She studied him, anger softening just a fraction. "There's an idea I've been thinking about," she said carefully. "Something... unconventional. My friend Sasha told me she tried it with her husband a few years back. It's a form of BDSM, but more specifically, chastity."
Ryan blinked, not entirely sure he'd heard her right. "Chastity?"
Nicole exhaled, the tension in her posture rippling. "Exactly. A chastity device. It means I control whether or not you can have an orgasm. If I lock you, you can't get erect or do anything you shouldn't be doing. It's a safeguard--but it's also about giving me the power to decide when you're ready to be trusted again."
A thousand thoughts raced through Ryan's mind. He'd vaguely heard of chastity belts for men--some plastic or steel contraption that locked around the penis. The concept had always been half joke, half rumor to him. Yet here Nicole was, eyes fierce and wounded, proposing it as a real solution.
She pressed on, her voice growing steadier. "My friend Sasha used it because her husband was addicted to adult websites, and it nearly ruined their marriage. They used chastity to rebuild trust. And they're still together--happier, even. I'm willing to try it... if you are. But the choice is yours."
Ryan hesitated. The idea felt both frightening and strangely intriguing. If losing Nicole was the alternative, he'd endure far worse. "If that's what you need," he said quietly, "then yes. I'll do it."
Nicole's eyes flickered with surprise--she'd half-expected a fight. She nodded, the flush on her cheeks settling into resolve. "All right. Then we try it. But remember, it's not just a silly game. If we do this, we do it seriously."
2. Preparing for Lockdown
Two days later, Ryan paced the apartment while Nicole was out, presumably meeting Sasha to pick up something. He couldn't deny a coil of anxiety tightening in his stomach. Cheating had destroyed their trust; now, chastity was going to be the path--maybe the only path--to redemption. It felt surreal.
When Nicole returned, she carried a discreet shopping bag. Ryan tried not to stare too obviously. She set it on the kitchen counter and beckoned him over.
"I did a lot of research," she began, her voice gentle but firm. "And Sasha lent me an older device her husband used at first. It's a plastic one--more comfortable to wear long-term."
Ryan peered into the bag and saw a small box. He lifted the lid to reveal a contoured ring with a lock, plus a short tube meant to encase the penis. There were instructions, multiple ring sizes, and even a small brass padlock with keys. His mouth went dry.
"Should we...?" He swallowed, glancing at Nicole.
She managed a small, nervous smile. "Yes. Let's do it together. I want you to feel involved in this. It's not about punishing you in a dungeon." She paused. "Well, maybe there's an element of punishment," she added wryly, "but it's also to help us heal. All I ask is that you commit to it fully."
He nodded. "I promise, I will."
They read the instructions, then retreated to the bedroom, closing the door for privacy. Nicole told him to shower and make sure everything was trimmed neatly--no hair to get painfully snagged. Ryan followed every direction with diligence, heart pounding. Part of him wanted to run, but a larger part wanted to prove he was all in.
When he returned, towel around his waist, Nicole patted the bed. He lowered himself, feeling vulnerable.
"Ready?" she asked, pulling the device from its box.
He nodded, letting the towel fall away, exposing himself. The cool air made him hyper-aware. Nicole fit the base ring around him, guided him into place, and then, with careful adjustments, slid the plastic tube over his flaccid member. The final click of the lock reverberated in Ryan's ears like a bell of finality.
He exhaled. Even though it was a snug fit, it wasn't painful--just constraining. He tested it, trying to shift in place. The device didn't budge. If he tried to grow erect, it would press uncomfortably against the confines of the tube. There'd be no pleasurable release without Nicole's permission.
Nicole held the keys in her hand, studying them for a moment. Then she slipped one key onto her keyring and placed the other in a small envelope. "Sasha said it's always good to have a backup in case of emergencies. So I'll keep that locked away."
Ryan's cheeks burned. Everything felt so real now. "So... this is it," he murmured.
Nicole nodded solemnly. "Yes. From now on, if you respect me, you won't tamper with it. You'll listen if I give you instructions about cleaning or checking for comfort. And you'll learn to handle your urges in a healthier way." She paused. "I want you to know, I'm not taking pleasure in humiliating you. But I am taking ownership of my power."
He felt a rush of guilt, gratitude, and a strange arousal at her quiet dominance. "I understand."
That night, Ryan slept fitfully, conscious of the device with every shift under the sheets. Yet in the haze of midnight, as he reached for Nicole, she shook her head softly. "No," she whispered. "Not tonight. This is about me taking control for a while."
He swallowed hard, heat flooding his cheeks, and withdrew his hand, letting the tension in his body simmer.
3. Life in the Cage
The first week tested Ryan's resolve. Every morning, he woke half-hard, the device pressing uncomfortably against him, reminding him that there'd be no release. He tried to adjust to daily life--he had to be mindful when using the restroom, showering, even dressing, so that the chastity belt didn't show beneath his pants. At work, he felt a secret thrill, half-embarrassment, half-excitement. No one knew except Nicole and Sasha.
Even the slightest flirtation or sexual thought led to frustration. If he saw an attractive co-worker, or if Nicole teased him by wearing something alluring, he had nowhere to go with the rising desire. Each day ended with him lying in bed beside Nicole, who allowed cuddling but nothing more. It was maddening, but also... clarifying. His mind stayed singularly focused on her, both physically and emotionally. Any notion of cheating felt absurd now.
Nicole, for her part, seemed more relaxed after the first few days, as if her guard had lowered slightly. She hadn't forgiven him, but there was a sense of relief in her posture. "You're actually following through," she noted one evening after dinner, a hint of admiration in her voice.
Ryan nodded. "I hate that I hurt you. But I do want to prove myself."
