Chastity Confidence Booster Ch. 02

If you want to get more interested in the day to day actions of your penis than you have been since being a teenager, I strongly recommend having your wife's friend lock up your cock like mine did. At first I kept track of how often I was getting hard, filling up the metal tube, and painfully bulging. It was every few hours, but obviously worse when I thought about sex or saw something sexual, or saw something that might have been sexual, etc. After two days I realized I had to just stop thinking about it, and things were more manageable when I threw myself into my projects.

That's why I was at the home improvement store, comfortably soft, thinking hard about why the bedroom light fixture wasn't working out. I'd already returned the old one, and I was wandering over to the lighting aisle when I saw him. Dave was a generic guy in shades and a ballcap, but I immediately put it together: Ofélia's ex, of course.

I'll admit I started to get a little hard thinking about the fact that this man's ex-wife was currently controlling my access to my own dick. I just had time to realize I had never quite figured out if the divorce had been finalized when I realized I had to think deeply about light fixtures urgently. And he did, actually, see me first.

"Hey hey Jim," he said.

"How's it going?" I said, trying not to land too heavily on the words. If he didn't want to talk about it, great.

"Oh jeez," he said. He gestured at his shopping cart. "Setting up my place... haven't done that in a while."


"Are those bolt cutters?"

Dave pushed his shades up on his cap and put his hand on his hip, rubbing the bridge of his nose with the other hand. "Yeah you won't believe this, but my new apartment has a padlock over the... under the sink. Under the sink! You can't even get in there except sideways through the other cabinet."

Curiosity was getting the better of me as I peered into the cart. He also had a cordless mini cutter. I was trying not to think about the obvious. That could not possibly be how this works.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm trying to set up a light. Can't get it to work."


"Tell me about it. By the way don't bother suggesting that I just remove the doors to the cabinet, I already thought of that but they're on the inside."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I chuckled. "It's always some damn thing, right?"

"Yeah," Dave said a little sadly.

I wouldn't say we got along well, but I had to admit we'd had some decent chats at parties. And maybe I felt a little bad about the fact that, again, his current ex was actually playing a role in my (lack of) sex life. Gentle femdom, I reminded myself, feeling the appendage stir in my pants.

"Hey man," I said, "do you want to grab the absolute shittiest hamburger in the universe?"

A few minutes later we were sitting at the counter eating cardboard doused in artificial smoke. The buns were okay but how badly can you mess up a bun.

"I don't even know why they sell food at Home Mart," I mused. "And all they have is candy, jerky, and this is somehow the best stuff."

"It's for guys on the run," said Dave, around a few fries. "Contractors, you know."

"Captive audience," I said.

"So are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?" said Dave.

My cock jolted again. Fuck, did he somehow know? Was Ofélia that twisted? Imagining exes meeting up to talk things over, her saying "by the way I've already locked a new cock".

"Ofélia?" I said. "And Nora?"
 "Yeah," Dave put some more shitty fries in his mouth. "We're trying not to divvy up friends or make more drama about it, you know? Trying to work it out between the two of us. How is the ketchup shittier than regular ketchup?"

"Hey I know. It sounds rough as hell. I don't really know any details, Nora doesn't tell me much."

"Not much to say," Dave shrugged. "I work from home, she's never home, we didn't see eye to eye, and finally I did something really stupid. In my defence though, part of that was just boredom."

"I'm going to be honest, I always found Ofélia really, really boring."

"Well yeah!" he chuckled. "I dunno, that job just doesn't leave room for much else."

I didn't know what to say. I did, however, know what not to say, so I just stayed quiet.

"Plus she was always into weird sex stuff," Dave added, taking a bite of barely-edible burger.

"Wh--what?" I said. I could feel a little blush rising.

"Oh yeah," Dave said, waving the burger to signify not giving a damn. "You ever heard of cuckqueaning?"

"Cuckqueaning?" I repeated.

"Yeah, it's spelled like--well anyway, never mind. It's where the guy fucks around and the woman finds it hot. Or maybe that's the stag vixen thing? I dunno, anyway, she liked the idea of me having sex with other women and telling her about it later."

I was fighting to maintain a straight face.

"I know right, boo hoo, that's every man's dream, right? I mean it's a great idea and it always works out really well in porn, but man alive, it's a whole other thing when you're really trying to get it to happen."

"So, uh, what did she like about it?"

Another burger wave. "Ah, she just liked that she was giving permission, you know? I mean she's so busy I think she liked the idea that she was kind of directing it anyway."

"Did she..." I felt a little faint, and I was pushing the edges of the metal chastity tube, "Did she want to find women for you?"

Dave gave me a look. "Look I'm not gossiping here, just blowing off some steam. The point is it was too much for me. Like all her sex ideas were ways to have sex happen without her having to be there."

"Like--"


"Like a vibrating egg in my ass controlled by her phone," said Dave.

I couldn't help but glance around at the food court. There was nobody.

"Jesus," I said.

Dave shrugged. "Now I like having my ass played with, like any right-thinking man, but having a vibe stuffed up there all day? I mean... man, I work from home, at some point that's not all that taboo." He shrugged again.

"Was there other stuff?"

"I don't wanna get into it," he said. "But yeah, she also wanted me to put my dick in a chastity device."

I was fully hard now, bulging out the sides of the tube. "You Wanted This" was engraved on the top, a message meant for Dave here but now read by me every time I looked down at my penis. I seriously wondered if I should tell him.

"Which I think is pretty fucked up," he gestured with the burger, "I mean it's one thing to tell your guy hey, go out and get some strange only I want to hear about it later. But putting a cage on the cock? That's not natural. It's weird to have that much control over your partner, like some medieval fantasy shit."

"I mean it's consensual, though, right?" I said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yeah, so I didn't consent, there you have it. Man they even water the drinks down here."

I paused, trying to regain a little composure. "Hey Dave, I'm really sorry it didn't work out with Ofélia."

Dave shrugged again. "Onwards and upwards, that's my attitude. It's like this sink--I could just live with the padlock and learn to work around it, or I could fix it."

"That's a good attitude, Dave" I said.

"And hey--I'm a free agent now! The dry spell is over."

"Seriously?"

"Online dating is the worst thing in the entire universe, but it turns out it is actually possible to meet hot singles looking to fuck, no strings attached."

We cheersed our cheap drinks. "That's great to hear, man," I said.

"Yeah, it's fun actually. We did some wild stuff, but... a gentleman never tells."

We both looked out the window at the parking lot. I said "You know, you're pretty inconsistent--" when he cut me off by continuing.

"Spanking. But, I mean look who I'm talking to, your wife is a unicorn right?"

"Sorry?" I said.

"Your wife is famously bi, right?"

"Man, I don't know about 'famously'..."

"I mean why do I know about it, right? You guys must get up to some crazy stuff."

I was blushing now for sure, and straining under my pants. The device was rising pushing my underwear against my zipper.

"I mean, we've done some stuff, yeah. We used some handcuffs, for sure."

Dave chuckled. "You dog."

Eventually we parted ways, or rather I let Dave go because I had to sit there a bit longer.

The fact is that you do get used to it, a little. I imagine if it had been a fantasy of mine it would have been even more arousing. As it was, I had a rough couple of nights getting woken up by painful erections that couldn't quite fully happen. It felt like my cock was caught in a tight grip, and if I felt down there, sure enough the shaft was poking out the sides of the tube. What I didn't figure out until it happened was the way that getting hard would pull the ring around my balls, tugging the whole business away from my body. Sleeping on my back and thinking about something deeply unsexy seemed to work, but it seemed ironic that the cage would create way more situations than usual which I would normally relieve with a quick jerk-off.

Mostly what happened was that during the day, whenever I'd get hard I'd know it, uncomfortably. I'd be at the office, wasting time, when I'd see a clickbait article about how I couldn't believe what Cameron Diaz looked like now, and then I'd feel it. Weirdly, after the first few days the hard-ons weren't all that painful, just uncomfortable, and I got good at distracting myself, a lot easier during the day. Hot tip: thinking about baseball never worked for me, but politics sure did.

Nora, always very sympathetic to the sleep interruptions, took the tube off every morning so I could get showered, but she did hang around to make sure I didn't rub one out in there. Then when I was fresh and clean, she'd lock the cage back on and take a picture for Ofélia. Sometimes she got me to put on outfits, like a nice pair of jeans, fully unzipped, or have it peeking out of a pair of dress pants. She got really into it and I had to admit, being nicely shaved made me feel really good down there.

Probably her best idea was having me put on a pair of swimming briefs I kept meaning to throw out, and I had to admit it was pretty sexy to see the obvious cage straining against the stretchy material. She showed me Ofélia's responses, which were usually just relaying thanks to me, saying she was having a great morning, or just kiss emojis.

Sometimes Ofélia would offer a little bit more. Replying to the swimsuit picture, she said "Goddam, it's lovely to see a dick that is so clearly owned. Reminds me that he's got the cage on under your clothes all day, that's the good shit. Can you try to find some more clothes where you can tell that he's locked up?"

But was five days in when I begged Nora to let me out. "That's not the point!" she said, holding the key on a chain around her neck. "I won't betray my friend like that. And for what, so you can jerk off?"

"Maybe you could help me," I said, envisioning more handjobs, titjobs, and--aw, there goes my dick slamming into the walls of the tube again.

Nora shook her head. "I don't think Ofélia would be okay if we let you out until after things have calmed down."

"Are you sure? Why don't we ask her?"

"James, again, your cock isn't hers--it's mine. She doesn't get to decide when you cum."

I had to think about that one. "Wait, so you're saying even if she said it's okay, it doesn't matter?"


"That's right!" said Nora forcefully. "She's not married to you, she's not a part of this relationship, and she doesn't get to decide that. She can make suggestions, but I'm the one who decides."

"I don't decide?"

Nora smirked a little. "Okay, so maybe I'm enjoying this a little too much. Can you blame me? It's a fun change and I'm enjoying you. Relax, you'll get out. Do you need to get out?" The last question she asked in total seriousness.

I thought about it for a little while. I knew if I asked her sincerely, she'd let me out, and I could jerk off--but I had the feeling she wouldn't want to have sex with me after I let Ofélia down like that. The truth was, it felt like any other time I didn't get to cum for a long time. It wasn't that big of a deal, I told myself.

But a seed of doubt was growing in my mind. When I told Nora I was good to go for as long as Ofélia needed me, she said "you mean as long as I decide Ofélia needs you" and I rolled my eyes. I thought about that exchange even longer, and the next day at breakfast I brought it up.

"Honey," I said, cutting off a conversation about the landscaping across the street, "I need to know something about this Ofélia situation."

Nora put her cutlery down and gave me her full attention. "Of course," she said, brushing her black bangs out of her face.

"Did you come up with this chastity idea?"

"James, no. It was Ofélia's idea. It's been her fantasy for years."

I crossed my arms. "I'm okay with having my dick locked up for a little while. It's even a little fun. But something about this whole thing feels off to me."

Nora sat back and took off her glasses. "Baby, anything you need, I'll do it."

"I want to meet up with her again."

"Of course," said Nora. "Here, why don't you text her from my phone?"

She passed me her phone. I got to see the last few messages--Ofélia talking about some TV show they both watched, I guess the season finale was dumb but Nora hadn't see it yet so spoilers were being withheld--which kind of weirded me out. I'll admit it: I had sort of imagined these two women were chatting about my helpless prick all the time.

I texted, not indicating it was me, to Ofélia saying that the two of us would really like to grab a meal with her soon to discuss...

I paused, not sure what to write. I looked at Nora, who was watching eagerly.

I went back to the phone. "To discuss the situation with James' cock," I settled on, lamely.

Almost immediately I could see that Ofélia was responding.

"Lol," she said. "Of course, I totally understand. Are you free this thursday night?"


"Honey are we free thursday night?" I asked.

As I did, another message came in. "Remind James to bring his cock," it said. And there the tube was again. It turns out just seeing another woman acknowledge that I had a cock was enough for me.

Getting dressed for our dinner date, I was admiring my wife's body again. She was built large, and she kept in shape--part of the reason I loved her hips and legs so much. She was nicely curvy where it counted, and had a delicate face. She caught me checking her out and came over for a nice deep kiss. I had been expecting her to fondle my cage, as she'd taken to doing for a tease, but she didn't.

"I'm proud of you for doing this," she said. "Really, it's not easy at all."

"Thanks honey," I said. "It's not the worst thing in the world, I just... I'm not used to it and I need a little more encouragement."

My wife wagged her finger. "Okay but just remember, no sex with Ofélia. She's just your friend."

"I don't really see how I could have sex with her right now--well, okay, just not that kind."

"Does it make you want it more?"

"Oh, definitely. It's really made that kind of sex a lot more... vivid." I looked down. "It's also made sure these pants won't work, I look like I have a codpiece."

After changing and driving downtown, we met Ofélia outside. She was shorter than I remembered--shorter than me and Nora both, and she had her dyed hair up in a bun. She was wearing a nice but sober pantsuit, probably fresh from a professional event. It was a contrast with my slacks and dress shirt, and with Nora's black cocktail dress which, I noticed to my dick's dismay, hugged her hips and breasts.

As we went inside, I suddenly wondered for the first time what the other people thought of us. All the past week I'd been dealing with fears that somehow people would know I had a chastity cage on. I was afraid of it clicking, or the outline showing, or just shifting the wrong way. It hadn't happened yet--it sounded a bit like keys when the lock did hit the tube--but I didn't stop feeling like anybody might somehow know.

Now I was walking into a restaurant with two beautiful women, one dressed like she was out to get some, and another dressed like a powerful business woman. Maybe I imagined it but I thought I got some envious glances. It made me feel good, and unfortunately set the stage for a relentlessly horny evening.

Ofélia and my wife had expensive tastes, so we were at one of the pricier restaurants in town. Ofélia, to my surprise, didn't ask about my genitals at all, but instead started regaling us with a story about how another candidate had blown something at a debate.

I couldn't stop thinking about it as a date, though--as boring as Ofélia's job was, it felt like were were meeting up after work to talk about our lives. Maybe the sexual connection of what she wanted for my penis, or even just the fact of a woman being interested in my penis at all for anything, made me feel like I'd pulled off a real player's move. This despite my cock being imprisoned. I kept getting hard looking at my wife's chest or Ofélia's dark lips and getting hard, only to run into the metal obstacle and have to retreat.

"Listen," said Ofélia suddenly during a lull after the main course. "I believe we have one important piece of business to discuss here."

"That's right," said Nora, turning to me as well, a piece of tofu on her fork.

Both ladies were looking at me expectantly. I blushed, trying to think of the right words.

"Ofélia, I need to ask you... about this."

"About what, James?" asked Ofélia, totally innocent. She was chewing a piece of salad.

"About my. My genitals," I said as quietly as I could.

"Sorry?" she asked, tapping her ear.

"My genitals," I repeated in a normal volume. Amazingly nobody heard.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah," said Ofélia. She and my wife shared a laugh. "Sorry, I had to tease a little. So what's up?"

"Well I know that we met to talk about our arrangement, but I've pretty much only been communicating with you through Nora, and--"

"Dessert?" said a waiter.

"Oh yeah, definitely," said Nora, taking three menus.

After the waiter was gone, I continued, still red.

"I wanted to make sure that... that it's really important to you."

"James," said Ofélia, "let's go to the bathroom together."

Nora stood up as well, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin.

"Meet me in the ladies' room in two minutes."

While Nora stayed outside and kept watch on the ladies' room, Ofélia knelt down and unzipped my pants. She fished out the cage and I noticed that she'd had her fingernails polished in black. She clacked them against the cage itself, making an impressed noise. "I can't believe you really did it, James," she said. "It's a massive favour."

I started to swell up a little more again. It wasn't uncomfortable anymore. She noticed and gave a little laughing, holding her hand up to her mouth. Then she clapped. "It's wonderful! I feel so good knowing you have this because of me."

"So it is you right," I said nervously. "I sort of suspected Nora came up with this whole thing--"

"No, no, no" clicked Ofélia, standing up. She withdrew her hands, so I flipped my cock back into my underwear and started zipping up. "It really is my fantasy, to have a man under my control at all times. Even just thinking about it gives me a boost," she said with an exagerrated shiver and laugh, "and now that it's real it just feels incredible."

"I'm so glad," I said, and I meant it. Ofélia was a good person. Not my cup of tea, but I liked her, and I was glad to help her out. The fact that it turned me on helped, but it was nice to be appreciated.

"Let me ask you something," she said in a lower voice, leaning towards me. "You probably get hard all the time, right?"

"Well not really, not with this."


She laughed loudly and slapped my arm gently. "Oh no, no, I mean your little guy, he starts to get hard, pretty often right?"
 I admitted it. "A few times an hour, it turns out."
 "So you're thinking about chastity all day long," she said slyly.

"That's right."

Ofélia got a wicked smile. Then it split for more raucous laughter. "Incredible," she pronounced. "I love it."

We left, and Nora was there, seeming proud of herself for letting her husband go into the ladies' room with her friend. Although now that I thought about it, what could I have done? Immediately, the least helpful part of my mind started figuring it out: you could have fingered Ofélia, she could have licked your balls, sucked your fingers, you two could have made out, she could have tickled your asshole--by the time we sat down again I was once again popping out of the cock cage and wondering why I didn't try to get Ofélia to show her appreciation more directly.

Because it would be cheating, really. And I wasn't a creep. I was just a guy doing a favor for his wife's friend.

"So!" said Nora over a drink afterwards--we toasted, at her suggestion, 'recent accomplishments'--"when can we meet again?"

"I'm sorry guys," said Ofélia, "this might be the last time I see you before the election. You know it gets crazy in the last couple weeks, and we're touring the outskirts for a while."

"Aw, that's too bad," said Nora. "You know we really appreciate you fitting us in tonight."


"Of course," Ofélia said sincerely. She put down her wine and looked at me. "I really appreciate what you're doing for me, and I want you to know that it means a lot to me."

I spoke up. "So we'd been talking and, uh, we assume you want me to stay like this until--"

"Like what, sorry?"

"With my cock caged," I said casually. The ladies giggled.

"Until the election's over, yeah," said Ofélia. "I can't tell you how good it's been for my self esteem, and I really don't want to risk losing my edge."

"I understand," I said.

Nora smiled and held out her hand. I took it and she squeezed.

Outside while I was waiting for the valet and the girls were laughing in the lobby, I used my phone to look up election day. Fourteen days.

Nora was curious to know what it was like. She wanted to know, hands-on, because she really liked stroking the little bulge of flesh that came out the side of the shaft.

"Honey you have to give it a rest," I said a day or two later.

"You are seriously asking me to stop touching your dick."

"Maybe just right there in particular?"

She shifting to delicately rubbing the head, which she could just reach with the tip of her pinky. I put a pillow over my face and yelped.

"Okay, I get it, I get it," Nora said. "It's just really interesting. I've never seen such a thing before."

We looked down at it, locked into a smallish size, with the little message from Ofélia.

"Makes me want to play with it all the time," Nora said absently.

"Tease me, you mean?"

"Guilty."

We settled in for a distraction--there was a TV show about a cop who could read minds I wanted to watch.

About halfway through, I got a call. From Ofélia. I showed it to my wife and when she saw it was a video call, she turned the lights in the room on.

Ofélia's face sprung up on screen. "Hey James," she said, a little cheesily. "Nora at home?"

"Yeah she's right here," I said, turning the screen to my wife, who gave a "hey girrrl".

"Okay great," said Ofélia, all business. "Listen folks, it's been a tough week, and you've both done great. Nora, how do you feel about giving poor James that handjob we talked about?"

"Hot," drawled Nora.

"And James, would you like a handjob?"

"Uh, yeah, actually."

"Okay, great news, because I have about fifteen minutes here and I would like to get off to knowing I made it happen. I want to be clear: this is just to show who's in control."

Ofélia reversed the phone and I could see that she was laying on a bed in a hotel room. She was wearing a short skirt and still had her shoes on. She swung the phone around a bit.

"Nobody in that closet?" I joked.

"Oh my god, of course not," she said, getting up, and throwing the door open. "But a fair question, really."

I had been swelling up since Ofélia had asked her first question.

"Well then, unlock that cock and start stroking, if you please," said Ofélia. The phone was briefly pointed at the ceiling.

Nora whipped out her main key and I shifted my pants off. Nora took hold of my caged cock with one hand, gave it a little tug, and then unlocked me. My dick sprang out, bigger than I remembered--it was disorienting, like shaving all your public hair after letting it grow out. It felt good, powerful.

"The lube, the lube," I hissed.

Nora ran for the sex toy shelf.

Ofélia moaned on the phone.

"So uh hey is this just sexual now?" I asked.

"I don't see anybody having sex," said Ofélia. "Just a husband and wife having a conjugal handy, and their friend is miles away, rubbing the shit out of her clit."

I snorted. "Totally innocently."

"Totally innocently! I was in a meeting and this woman was really fucking pissing me off, and I suddenly remembered hey, I have that new toy to play with."

Nora was back.

"That's right," she said firmly, dripping some cold lube on my bobbing cock. "This is just stress relief," Nora added, slipping her hand around me. "Remember my rules, you and Ofélia do not have sex."

Ofélia moaned again. It was oddly high and catlike. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I didn't care, I was focused on my wife's fingers gliding up and down my slippery shaft, gripping but never quite too tight.

"So how is it James?" asked Ofélia, heavy with sex voice.

"Oh it feels so, so good--you two have no idea what it's like, no idea."

"Okay but how is it having it on? It's gotta suck, right?"
 "He whines all the time," said Nora, unprompted. "Can I lick it? Is that okay with you?"

"Not right now," said Ofélia, rolling onto her front. The phone was propped looking down at her face as she grimaced and bit her lip. "Fuck that's hot," she moaned.

"Yeah he's always like 'what if I made a mistake'" my wife continued, "what if Ofélia decides I'm never getting pussy again."

I rolled my eyes a little, on the inside, because I was mostly concentrating on gripping the couch cushions and thrusting a little into my wife's hand. The roleplaying was hot.

"I could--ungh--never do that--" gasped Ofélia reassuringly as she pleasured herself, "your hubby has such a cute dick, I could--unnnngh--never lock it away forever."

"It's a pretty nice one, sure" said Nora, turning her wrist a little.

"I mean if the dick wasn't nice and cute, I wouldn't care about having it under my control, right?" breathed Ofélia.

"Cute," I said, breathing heavily myself, "cute is kind of a weird word, right?"

"Oh yeah no honey, it's such a mighty thundercock," said my wife.

"GAHfuck!" I pronounced, and shot cum into the air.

"Unnnnnh" moaned Ofélia on the phone. Now that my wife's hand was gently milking me instead of smacking away on my pole, I could hear Ofélia's rustlings on the line.

"Just tell me," she said, "James, how does it make you feel, ungh, knowing that your wife's friend, who you will never ever have sex with, ungh ahhhh, owns your cock right now?"

"It feels pretty good, Ofélia," I said, "you're good at this."


"Unnnnnnnaaaaaah," said Ofélia, arching her back, planking, and collapsing. We could only see the top of her head.

There was a long pause. Long enough for me to look up and see the psychic detective paused on screen.

"Hey honey, I could use--" Nora said gently, before she was interrupted by an alarm going off on Ofélia's phone.

"Shit!" she said, rearing up, her hair a mess and one breast hanging out. "Gotta go!"

And she hung up.

"Huh." I said. "That felt like a bit of a--"

"I need to cum," said Nora. "Expediently."

She reached her hands up to my head and wrestled me down as she spread her legs. My dick dragged against the seat of the couch as I started to lick my wife's glorious folds. "I love you," I muttered into her pussy.