A Change in My Husband

Part -1

We’d been together for 8 years. Life was good. Good jobs. Nice house. But after 8 years, sex had gotten a bit monotonous. Especially when our desires and…kinks didn’t always line up. I’d always been more kinky - loving the submissive side, exploring chastity and other fantasies. But my husband. He lived more on the vanilla side of life.

We’d tried integrating a bit of kink over the years but it never really stuck. It always felt awkward. Until summer of 2026.

After a month of barely any sex, I came home to Xander sitting on the bed. “We need to talk,” he said. “What’s up, boo”. “I’m feeling like we’re drifting and less connected. You gym every morning and game at night. And I know after gaming you jack off. You sit in the basement and watch your porn, and that’s been it. I think that needs to stop today,” Xander said, more sternly than I’d ever heard him talk before.

Sitting beside him was my chastity cage. “Put it on,” Xander beckoned. “From now on, we’re going to curb your porn habit, and even though I don’t love the cage, I know it’s what’s right for you. So for the next little bit, there’s only going to be one dick in this relationship. And there’s going to be a few rules.”

My dick had already sprung to attention, excited for this new side of Xander I’d never seen before. I stripped down and started trying to put the cage on, forcing my dick into its new home, half expecting I’d be taking it off after an hour and a fun round of sex. I locked the cage on and handed my husband the key.

“First,” Xander continued, “the cage is going to stay on continuously until I want to have sex and see you cum. And I can tell you, I think I want the next little while to be all about me. Second, you’re not going to get free rein to just game every night. You’ll be doing the dishes, cleaning and making sure the house is spotless. I’ll take into account how well you clean into how long you’ll go between getting off. Next I expect your ass and pubes to be clean shaven. I want you smooth. And finally, I bought us a few toys which I’ll be introducing over the next bit. Since you want to be a submissive slut and I want more sex, I think this is going to be the perfect middle ground.”

I stood there dumbfounded. Was this really happening. Was my husband who’d never wanted to play with chastity actually now holding the key to my freedom, and telling me things were going to change?

“Are you going to say anything? I do want you to agree to this. I want to be able to remind you in a month when you’re begging for release that you agreed to this,” Xander asked.

“I’m in!”

“Excellent. Go hop in the shower and get yourself shaved and clean then. I’ll get dinner started”

Standing in the shower it all felt a bit surreal. I did my best to shave my hole and pubes, getting as smooth as possible. When I hopped out of the shower I stood in front of the mirror admiring my work. Not bad! Broad shoulders, well defined chest - all the way down to my now hairless and locked dick.

I went into our bedroom to get changed and throw on some clean underwear and clothes. Except my underwear was no longer there. My briefs had all been replaced by a mix of thongs and jock straps! I looked at my phone to see a message from Xander

“Oh btw I like seeing that sexy ass in a nice thong so no more manly undies from you. I want you in only a thong when you’re at home moving forward, plus what I left for you on the end of the bed. Dinner will be ready soon!”

I looked to the end of the bed and saw an orange butt plug. Medium in size, it definitely was going to stretch my hole out. Fuck it, I thought. Let’s do it.

I worked the plug into my hole, realizing it was definitely going to be a reminder while it was in at it stretched my hole.

I walked down the stairs to find Xander putting dinner on the table. “Fuck you look perfect babe! Good pick on the thong too,” he said, giving my ass a swat as he walked by and began seating himself.

I began pulling a chair out for myself, eager to dig into dinner. “Hold up! I said it’s all about my cock for the next bit. I just cooked this amazing dinner, so I expect to be rewarded. Slide under the table and thank me”.

Still gobsmacked by this change in Xander, I slowly slid under the table, sliding his shorts down so his 7.5 inch dick could spring free. I eagerly sucked on his dick, tasting the precum flowing from his dick. I continued to suck his dick, slowly at first and picking up speed, eagerly wanting his load down my throat. I could feel him getting closer, the familiar heavy breathing as I hit the right notes as I bobbed up and down. Just as he got close, I felt his hands on the back of my head, forcing all of his cock down my throat, feeling him pulse and shoot his load straight into my stomach. “Holy shit that felt good,” I finally heard him say, stars blurring my vision from a lack of air.

He finally let go of my head and I crawled out from under the table. “Thanks babe. You def earned your dinner. And looks like you enjoyed that, too,” he said, pointing to the front of my now precum soaked thong from my own locked dick.

I pulled out my chair and sat down, satisfied with myself but still in a bit of a daze. Sitting down pulled me out of my daze quickly as I felt the plug push its way a bit deeper into my hole.

“So listen. I know this is probably a complete shock. But I did some thinking. You love being locked in chastity, and when you are, honestly you’re way more loving. And you jerk off less,” he smirked. “And I just figure this is the perfect middle ground that brings us closer together and tickles your fantasy a bit. All that to say, you’re def going to be spending more time in that cage. And I actually want your help with that. I want you to pick a number between 1 and 3.”

I gulped. His favourite number was 3, so maybe going with that would buy me some brownie points. “Let’s go with three!”

Xander put his hand jnto his pocket and pulled out three dice. “Aww my favourite number! Ok let’s roll and see how long we keep you locked up for!”

Xander threw the dice, one by one. “One. Five. 4. Oof. That’s about five months. But don’t worry. I’ll let you out weekly to get a good clean in,” he smirked.

What the heck just happened I kept thinking to myself. Was this really happening. Did I want this?! My dick straining in its new home, trying to get hard was obviously giving me the answer. “5 months it is”.

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Hope you enjoyed! First time writing so feedback is appreciated! Going to try and make this a few chapters. It’ll def pick up as we go!