“I really think you are making a big deal out of nothing.” My girlfriends sounded very disappointed. This was an argument we had had many times and each time I felt she got closer to winning.

“Babe, I love you but I really don’t think this is a good idea. I just don’t think chastity is for me.”

“It’s not just about you, it’s about us. All the relationship experts agree that straight couples work better when the man wears a chastity cage and the woman owns the key.”

In recent years chastity for men has become increasingly common. It has become fashionable for women to wear the key to their boyfriend’s chastity cage. Supposedly the chastity helps the man to focus on pleasing his partner and spares women from having to have sex with their boyfriends every time he wants to.

“But babe, I think we already are in a good place.”

“Well maybe you are, but I have to put up with you pestering me for sex. It really makes me feel like you see me as a piece of meat. Plus I don’t see why you don’t wear want to wear a cage.” My girlfriend had changed her tone, trying to make me feel guilty. It was working, but I couldn’t give in now or I would end up agreeing to chastity. Of course my girlfriend didn’t know that I found chastity to be hot, but it was just a curiosity of mine, not something that I wanted to do as a lifestyle. That is what I told myself at least.

“Babe those cages hurt, the plastic can really dig in to the penis when you get an erection so I have heard.”

“But babe when we want to have sex I would unlock you from the cage. I don’t see why you would ever want to get an erection if we weren’t about to have sex, the sounds a lot like being unfaithful. Why do you want erections when we aren’t about to have sex? Are you masturbating again?”

I didn’t have a response, she had been so angry with me last time she caught me masturbating I had promised never to do it again. A promise I had kept for almost two days. Sheepishly I replied “No, of course not babe.”

“You have you fucking liar, I can’t believe a word you say. That’s why you won’t wear a cage, because you would rather masturbate to you women on the internet than be a considerate boyfriend.” I sat silently. My girlfriend had won.

“Okay” I said quietly. I knew when I was beaten and my girlfriend was by far the hottest women I had ever dated, I didn’t want to lose her. “I agree, I will wear a cage.”

“At last” my girlfriend let out with some relief. She went in to another room and came back with a little box. “Go and shave down there.”

“Now?”

“Yes now, I have waited long enough for you to be sensible and agree to wear a cage, I am just about out of patience.”

I trudged to the bathroom. I slowly shave my pubic area and my balls. Your penis looks bigger when there is no hair in the way, but soon it wouldn’t matter. Soon my penis would be locked away. I briefly considered one last wank, but I heard my girlfriend call me from the bedroom. Reluctantly I walked back.

“Why did you put your pants back on, come on take it off.” Slowly I complied. My penis felt a little stiff, I was on the verge of a semi. I hated to admit it, but the wondered of being locked away was making me horny. She knelt in front of me, as if to suck me off but in her hand was a plastic cage. She has been planning this for a while obviously. With one hand she yanked me forward, balls first. I winced. First the plastic ring went over my penis and then one at a time she roughly forced by pulls up and through it, finally pulling the rest of the scrotum up too. My penis and balls looked ordinary except for the ring of plastic almost flush with body.

My girlfriend placed a dainty little kiss on the head of my penis and it twitched slightly. “Bye bye, little trouble maker, I will see you again but not soon.” She took hold of my semi and painfully bent it over her fingers. I gasped but one scornful look, from the woman holding my genitals in her hands, told me I should shut up. She took the head of my penis and forced it into the bent cage. A weird sensation of unyielding plastic forced into the head of my penis caught me off guard. She continued to work my penis through, squashing it against the cage. By the time I looked down again my penis was fully encapsulated and she brought a small key to the cage and locked away my manhood. I prodded the cage with my hand and didn’t feel much other than my cock try to strain against its prison.

She attached the key to a chain and hung it round her neck. She smiled at me. “Well I am glad that is finally done with, I am going out with some friends, you can clean up and get used to the new situation.” Her smile only got larger and dripped venom and malice.

“Babe, when will you er…”

“When will I unlock you so we can have sex? You have only just put it on and you are already thinking about taking it off, you really are so ungrateful. Look, every time you pester me for sex, I feel less like having it, so stop whining and you might get unlocked in a couple of weeks.”

“A couple of weeks!”

“Okay, three weeks, if you keep complaining. Anyway I am going now honey; don’t wait up for me I will be late back.” She picked up purse and left, locking the door. I stood their naked, my penis reduced to a point of pain and longing, begging for release that I just couldn’t give it. Normally I would watch pornography, but my horniness was already causing me enough pain. I felt a pang of guilt for the times I masturbated before not thinking of my girlfriend; maybe I could have avoided this if I hadn’t been such a selfish boyfriend. Maybe one day she would take the cage off if I proved to her I could behave properly, it was worth trying.

Right now though I would have given anything just to jerk off my imprisoned penis.