Based on a true story and inspired by actual events, my written story unfolds like a patchwork quilt of memories. While I’ve rearranged some threads for narrative flow, the fabric remains woven from genuine experiences. Details such as names and places have been changed to maintain anonymity.
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I swiped right on her profile as soon as I saw her picture. Her name was Minji and her bio said she was a 21-year old medical student from Korea, and she liked reading, travelling, and cooking. She was petite, cute, and had a beautiful and delicate face. She had Asian looking eyes with epicanthal folds and a small, narrow nose and a small mouth. She had shoulder-length straight black hair with a fringe and wore big, round glasses. She looked innocent and youthful, but also confident and smart. I was intrigued by her, and I hoped she would match with me.
To my delight, she did. We started chatting, and I found out she had moved to London to study medicine at UCL. She was friendly, witty, and easy to talk to. We had a lot in common, and we soon exchanged phone numbers. I asked her out for a drink, and she agreed. I was excited to meet her in person.
We met at a fancy bar in Central London, and I was stunned by how gorgeous she looked. It was a warm day in early September and she wore a cute white dress that hugged her curves and ended just above her knees. She had slim legs, wide hips and a narrow waist. Her chest was flat, but I did not mind. Her face looked kind and innocent. She greeted me with a warm smile and a hug, and I immediately felt a spark of attraction.
We ordered our drinks and sat at a cosy booth. We talked for hours and I learned more about her. She told me about her family, her dreams, her hobbies, and her opinions. She was passionate, intelligent, and curious. She asked me questions, too, and listened attentively to my answers. She laughed at my jokes and allured me with copious amounts of ‘aegyo’. We flirted, we teased, we touched. We had amazing chemistry and I felt a connection with her.
We decided to leave the bar and go for a walk. We held hands as we strolled along the streets, admiring the lights and the sights. We stopped before the tube station that she had to enter to get home. We looked into each other's eyes, and we leaned in for a kiss. It was soft, sweet, and perfect. We kissed again, and again, and again. We were happy, and we felt it.
We exchanged a few more kisses, and then we said goodbye. We promised to see each other again, and we did. We went on a few more dates, and we had a great time. We went to the movies, to the museum, to the restaurant. We shared our thoughts, our feelings, our stories. We grew closer, and we fell in love. We became a couple, and she started calling me ‘Oppa’, the Korean word used by girls to address their boyfriends. We were so happy – and we still are.
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After our fifth date she asked if I wanted to come to her place afterwards. Of course I said yes as I knew it would mean sex. When we arrived at her place she told me her flatmate was gone as she was visiting her parents. We had a glass of wine to calm the nerves and then started making out. We moved to her bedroom and she took off my shirt and then her skirt, while I removed my jeans in anticipation. I only had my boxer shorts left.
She stood in front of me wearing only a white cami top with spaghetti straps and white bikini knickers with a black bow at the top. She looked so cute yet sexy. Her flat chest, thin waist and small frame were contrasted by her wide, fertile hips.
She slowly kneeled down on the floor, her innocent face now directly in front of my boxershorts that barely managed to contain my swelling member. She moved her mouth closer until her hot lips touched the tip of my penis through my underwear before she finally pulled it down, revealing my fully erect penis. Suddenly she jerked back with a slightly disgusted look on her face.
“Umm, Oppa, what’s this?” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well”, she responded, “I’ve never seen a penis like this with the skin on top.”
“You mean the foreskin?”
“I know what a foreskin is, Oppa, I study medicine after all. But I thought most boys get it removed, because it is more hygienic to be circumcised. Think of all the dry urine and even smegma that collects underneath. So gross.”
I was taken aback. “What do you mean Minji? I wash myself down there every day. Have you never seen an uncircumcised penis before?” I replied.
“No I haven’t! All the men in Korea are circumcised. It’s way cleaner and it looks much better, too.”
I tried telling her that it’s completely normal to have a foreskin in the UK, but she didn’t change her mind about it. Nevertheless, I tried to continue where we left off, kissing her and grabbing her bum. I was hard and horny, but her mood had changed a bit. When I tried to touch her pussy, she moved my hand away, and said that she didn’t like the idea of an uncircumcised penis inside her and repeated that all her previous boyfriends were circumcised. I was disappointed and felt hurt hearing that, which she noticed.
She said, “Oppa, please don’t get me wrong. I love you and I want to have sex with you eventually. But I don’t think I’m ready yet. Would like me to give you a handjob instead?”
Of course I agreed to that. We both lied down on the bed and kissed as she began stroking me. It felt so good and it didn’t take long for me to cum all over my belly. She was happy that she made me cum and we kissed and cuddled some more. I stayed for the night.
The next morning she was horny and started kissing me. Her hand moved down and started to rub my penis through my underwear. I did the same, feeling her soft vulva through her white cotton knickers. She started moaning and grinding herself against my hand. I moved my hand inside her knickers and noticed that she was soaking wet. I started rubbing her clit, which made her gasp. She moved my hand further down, which I took as a signal that she wanted me to insert a finger. I tried fingering her but somehow she wasn’t quite happy with my technique. She kept telling me to do it deeper or focus on a different spot but I couldn’t quite get it right. After a few minutes she said, “Do you want to use your mouth?”
Of course I did, I was really excited. I moved down to the end of the bed and removed her knickers, exposing her beautiful vagina. She was completely shaved and her small pussy lips were glistening wet. I moved closer, enjoying her fresh yet feminine smell, and eventually started kissing and licking her, tasting her delicious wetness for the first time. Even though I didn’t have much experience giving oral sex, she guided me along and and eventually, after maybe half an hour of licking her, she came really hard. I felt so proud that I made her cum. She pulled me up and kissed me.
We continued like this for the next few months. It became our bedroom routine that I went down on her first until she came, and then, after she recovered from the orgasm, she gave me a sensual handjob. Nevertheless, she refused to have normal sex with me or even give me a blowjob, because she was still bothered by the fact that I wasn’t circumcised. She kept mentioning how she preferred circumcised penises, that they look better, smell better, are cleaner, are healthier, and so on, and that everyone in Korea is circumcised.
Little strokes fell big oaks, and eventually I decided to get circumcised for her. By that time we had been dating for almost a year and I had strong feelings for her. I was thinking that she might be “the one”. (And of course I also just wanted to finally fuck her.) I made an appointment with a circumcision clinic in East London. They only had few questions and booked me in for the following week.
The surgery itself was really easy. After they injected the anaesthesia I couldn’t feel a thing, and I didn’t have any pain afterwards, The only annoyance was that I had dissolving sutures for the first few days and they were a bit uncomfortable whenever I got an erection at night. The surgeon recommended not to have sex for at least six weeks, but that very gentle masturbation, just rubbing the glans with lots of lube, should be be fine after two or three weeks.
Needless to say, Minji was extremely pleased that I got circumcised for her and she kept praising me for my decision and telling me all about the hot sex we’d be having once my penis was completely healed. I went down on her a few times during the healing period, and she felt concerned that she couldn’t get me off, but I acted like a gentleman, telling her that it’s fine and her pleasure was all that mattered. She really liked hearing that.
Five weeks and six days after the circumcision, we were together at Minji’s place and I asked her if she wanted to have sex now, as it looked healed. She gave me a devilish smile and said that I had to wait one more day because that’s what the doctor said and as a medical student she knew that one should always listen to the doctor. Instead, she offered me a handjob, the first one since the circumcision.
She carefully attempted to stroke up and down but my skin wouldn’t move at all. She was a bit surprised and told me that her previous boyfriends weren’t circumcised this tightly, that there was still enough loose skin to move it up and down over the bottom third of the glans. (In that moment I briefly thought about asking her just how many ex-boyfriends she was talking about, but then decided not to ruin the moment.) She then tried to rub my glans with her palms instead but I had to stop her as it was painful having this intense, dry friction. I told her that I had a bottle of lube at home that I used a few times to relieve myself following the circumcision. Unfortunately she didn’t have any at her place. She tried a few more techniques but it was all a bit uncomfortable and I wasn’t able to climax. She was visibly disappointed that she couldn’t make me cum, and I was really horny and frustrated, so I told her we could just have sex. “Yes, tomorrow”, she replied.
The next day was finally the day we all had been waiting for. She asked me if I had brought a condom as she wasn’t on any kind of birth control, and yes, of course I had. We got undressed and I put the condom on. She lied down on her back and spread her legs. What a sight! I pushed the tip of my penis into her tiny pussy and then slowly, slowly moved it further in. My penis is just average, but it felt really tight inside her. It felt so good. Maybe it was because I had only received handjobs from her since the start of our relationship and I had forgotten what a vagina felt like, or it was because the stereotype about Asian girls being tight is true.
I pushed my dick in completely and she moaned and pulled me closer, kissing me. I felt so close to her, like we were becoming one. I looked down on her sexy body. Her wide hips hugging mine, her small waist and flat belly, her tiny breasts pressed against my chest. I fucked her slowly and gently until she told me to go faster. I did and after a few moments I felt my orgasm approaching. I slowed down a bit, but it was already too late – I came.
My first orgasm inside her, and it was way too early. How long did I last? Probably no more than two or three minutes? I apologised to her for cumming first. She just giggled and kissed me. “Don’t worry about cumming to quickly, Oppa, it was just your first time with me”, she reassured me, “Although I always thought that one of the advantages of circumcision is that it makes the penis less sensitive. Imagine how quick you would have been otherwise!”
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After this incident we had regular sex and luckily I managed to last longer and longer, plateauing at about ten minutes. Nevertheless, over several weeks, I never managed to make her cum this way. I don’t know if it was my fault, such as a bad technique, or if she just didn’t enjoy penetration enough. She never complained and never rejected me when I wanted sex, but I got the impression that it was mostly one-sided pleasure and she just did it to make me happy or because she felt it was her duty as my girlfriend.
She began to hide it less and less. While at the beginning, she still pretended to enjoy sex and often said that she got close to orgasm, she would later begin to just lie there, presenting her vagina for me and waiting until it’s over. During sex she would encourage me to cum as soon as I was able to rather than trying to last longer and maybe make her cum as well.
I felt selfish and so I started going down on her again. This became our new bedroom routine: I went down on her until she came, then I put a condom on and fucked her until I came. Usually the first part took twenty minutes and the second party took two minutes.
One day I asked Minji for a blowjob, remembering that she was about to give me one during our first bedroom encounter, before she was turned off by my uncircumcised penis.
“I’m really sorry, Oppa, but I don’t do that anymore.”
I was disappointed to hear that and replied, “But I always go down on you, too.”
“Yes but that is because you cannot satisfy me otherwise”.
An awkward moment of silence followed. Finally she added, “Maybe I will do it on special occasions, as a reward for you.”
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One day I took a bit longer to finish during sex because I had already masturbated in the morning, which annoyed her, although she tried to be polite about it. Nevertheless, a little later she came to me with a serious face and said:
“Do you think we can outsource this?”
“What do you mean? Outsource what?” I responded in confusion.
“I mean the sex.”
I was speechless and it took me a moment to digest her proposal.
“I don’t mean sleeping with other men,” she clarified, “but would you mind if I got a toy, like a dildo? Please, Oppa.” She touched my arm with her hand. I looked down on my lap, with my penis shrinking to flaccid nothingness and eventually slipping out of the condom.
Eventually I spoke up: “Of course you can buy a dildo if you want. But is it because you don’t like having sex with me?”
She thought for a moment and then replied, “You always try your best to please me. That’s the most important. Way more important than how big...”, but she stopped herself mid-sentence.
She sensed my trepidation and hugged me tight. After a short time she suddenly started to cry. I was confused and tried to console her.
“Please forget everything I said. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Oppa”, she whispered. Finally, she revealed what was really going on: “Oppa, I got accepted at Seoul National University to do my last year of medical school there. It’s the top university in Korea and I didn’t manage to get accepted when I applied after high school. But they have a program together with UCL so I got in this way. I really want to accept the offer, but it would mean that I will be away for nine months. I am scared that you will break up with me or cheat on me if I go there. That’s why I said all this nonsense earlier. But I don’t want to lose you.”
We talked all evening and eventually decided to try a long-distance relationship as she would return back to the UK afterwards, and I would try to visit her in Korea.
We tried to make the best of the time we had together before her departure, but the day was coming closer and closer. On the last weekend before she had to leave to Korea, we had a couple of drinks in a bar in Soho. When we walked past one of the many tattoo and piercing shops in the area, we spontaneously decided to get tattoos of each others names, so that we would not forget each other. Once we were inside, looking at the different designs, she changed her mind, saying that a tattoo was a stupid idea, and decided to get a belly button piercing instead. Of course, I didn’t want to be the only one getting a tattoo now, so I also considered getting a piercing, but I wasn’t sure which one.
After a while she suggested something crazy – a penis piercing. She added that a friend of hers has a boyfriend who got a so-called Prince Albert piercing on his penis and that her friend says it feels really nice during sex. The last bit made the idea much more palatable to me. So we got our piercings – bellybutton and penis. I think hers actually hurt more, because my piercing only took one second and then it was over already.
A few days later, Minji went to Korea.
I missed her a lot. You never really notice how much you love someone until you can’t see them. We kept in contact through instant messenger and phone calls, but the time zone difference often made it difficult. Sometimes, before she went to bed (which would be daytime in Europe) she would send me a sexy photo of herself, usually posing in underwear, and I would send likewise send her dick pics to show off my new piercing.
On one occasion, I was scrolling Instagram and found a post referencing the ongoing No Nut November, which is the challenge to not masturbate for the whole month, and how this was basically impossible for men but wouldn’t be an issue for women. I shared the meme with Minji, saying that I couldn’t believe any man could really refrain for a whole month and that it had been really hard for me not to masturbate for about two weeks after the circumcision and then again for a few days after the piercing. I added that both times I also had to change my technique and relearn how to masturbate.
She just said, “I didn’t know you masturbate. Why do you do that?”
“Of course I do. Everyone masturbates.”
She disagreed. “Well, I don’t masturbate, and neither should you, Oppa. Maybe you should try this No Nut November thing. Or at least keep your masturbation to the minimum. Do you watch porn when you do it?”
“Uh yes I do...”
“That’s disgusting. I didn’t know you would do that once I’m gone. I can’t believe you’re stroking your dick while looking at other women!”
“I’m really sorry Minji! I promise I will not watch porn anymore. But you can’t expect me not to take care of myself. It’s still two and a half months until I get to visit you...”
“How often do you masturbate, Oppa?”
“Pretty much every day, I’m sorry...”
She thought for a moment and then suggested that we could have video calls a couple of times a week and I should masturbate only during those calls when she could see me. I agreed, surprised by her sudden naughtiness.
We had our first video call two days later and the first thing she asked was whether I had really been a “good boy” and saved myself for her. I told her I did, and she was very happy with the answer. She told me to undress and get started. I did as told and took off all my clothes, than sat down naked on my office chair again. “What are you waiting for?” she said through the monitor, still fully dressed.
I started touching myself while she watched with interest. She eventually lifted her shirt so I could see her petite boobs. I stroked faster and more unashamedly, moving my lubed hand up and down and awkwardly trying to avoid pulling on the piercing, until I finally came and spurted all over my chest and belly. “Five minutes,” she announced from the screen, “that’s longer than it usually takes you.” I told her that I noticed since the circumcision that my penis had gradually become much less sensitive than it used to be. She just smirked and blurted out, “Good!”
We kept to our routine of me masturbating on camera while she watched. Once, after I had finished, she told me she had an odd request. She said that they were doing a medical study in urology and the team needed to collect some stats on penis sizes. She asked me to keep measuring my penis multiple times a day for the next week, and tell her the combined circumference of my penis and scrotum at the base, as well as the length and circumference of my penis, both flaccid and erect, and the length of my glans at the bottom. I was amused but happy to help and soon supplied her with a spreadsheet containing all my measurements. She replied with a text: “Thank you for helping me out Oppa! So far you have the smallest penis of all the measurements I received. But don’t worry, you still have the most handsome penis I have seen, and with such a neat and tight circumcision too.” I asked her about the sample size – maybe she had just started collecting data, maybe I was even the first one? – but she ignored my question and changed the topic.
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I finally visited her in Korea for a week. I had been waiting for this moment for three months. I felt a surge of excitement and nervousness as I stepped out of the plane at Incheon airport. It was snowing outside. I scanned the crowd, looking for Minji’s face. Finally I spotted her waving at me. She was wearing thermal stockings, a wool skirt and an oversized jumper underneath her winter jacket. She gave me a warm smile. She looked even more beautiful than in my memory. I ran towards her and hugged her tightly. I kissed her softly. She smiled and kissed me back. I felt a warmth in my chest, a feeling of joy and relief. I whispered in her ear: "I missed you so much."
She took my hand and led me to the train station. We got to her tiny studio apartment, where she had prepared a delicious welcome dinner for me. We ate, talked, and cuddled. It felt at if we had known each other for years. I told her how much I loved her, and she said the same.
The next few days were like a dream. She showed me around Seoul, taking me to the best places to eat and see. We visited the Gyeongbokgung Palace, the Namsan Tower, the Myeongdong Market, and Gangnam. We took selfies, bought souvenirs, and tried new foods. We laughed, held hands, and kissed. I felt happy and alive with her, as if nothing else mattered. I felt a deep connection with Minji. I felt a peace and security with her, as if we were meant to be.
In the bedroom, we reverted to our old routine of me licking her to an orgasm or two, followed by sex. I asked her if it felt better with the penis piercing, like her friend had told her, but she said she didn’t really notice any difference. Nevertheless, she wanted me to keep the piercing. “I feel like it marks you as mine and I love that.”
I wished I could stay with her forever, but the week came to an end and I had to go back to London. I had already booked another flight to visit her three months later. I hugged her and kissed her goodbye at the airport. Before I dropped off my luggage, she gave me a small box, saying it was a gift from her and I should put it in my suitcase and open it after I arrive home. When finally I left to the security checks, I felt sad but also thankful for having such an amazing girlfriend.
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When I got home, I was too tired to unpack and initially forgot about her gift. The next morning she asked if I had tried it yet. I unwrapped the gift and found a romantic card from her about how much she loved and missed me. My heart melted reading it. Next I saw a small box with a number pad on it and some batteries and below that a velvet sack containing some strange metal parts: a metal ring with a diameter of four or five centimetres that had two small round hooks attached at the top, a semi-circular metal rod with a small tunnel at each end that had an elongated hook attached in the centre, and a tube-shaped cage made out of metal rods with a length of no more than five centimetres and a diameter of maybe three that was open on one side and had two metal bars protruding from it. All of this was surprisingly lightweight. At the bottom of the velvet sack I also found a small barrel lock and key.
I texted her asking what it was, and she replied that it was something to put on my penis, as a symbol of our everlasting love even when we’re apart. She sent me a picture explaining how to put it on. First I had to pull my penis and balls through the ring (the so-called base ring). Then I had to remove my piercing jewellery and push the elongated hook that was attached to the semi-circular piece through the piercing hole. Next I had to insert my penis in the tube-like cage, leaving only a hole for urinating at the front and and the small gaps between the metal bars for ventilation. The protruding pins of the cage portion fit through the tunnels of the semi-circular piece. I pushed the cage towards the base ring. Finally, I had to insert the barrel lock into the hooks of the base ring in order to properly link the base ring to the cage, and then lock it in order to remove the key from the lock.
The end result was that my penis was locked inside the device. I was unable to pull my balls out because the gap between the base ring and the cage was too small, and the metal rod that replaced my piercing jewellery made it impossible to pull my penis out at the top.
It was hard to put the device on because at first it seemed to be way too small, but in the end I realised that the device had the perfect dimensions as long as I was completely relaxed and flaccid. The diameter of the tube was just wide enough to accommodate my flaccid penis, and while the total length of the device seemed to be a bit too short, so that my urethra was pressed against the front opening when I was standing, the length was actually a perfect fit when I was sitting (as the penis root gets pulled back into the abdomen when sitting).
She asked for a photo, which I sent to her. She sent me back a heart emoji saying it looked super sexy and was a perfect fit. I asked her what this was for.
“It is a chastity device. When you wear it, you cannot have sex with anyone. You also can’t masturbate. Or even get hard”, she explained. I didn’t like the sound of that. She went on: “Please try it on for a few days, including the nights. I want to make sure it is comfortable to wear. I used the measurements you gave me for the medical study. Don’t worry, you have the key so you can still take it off if it is painful or if you don’t have enough self-control to stop masturbating.” I was concerned and said, “Minji, I can try to wear it if you want, but I can’t stop masturbating for three months!” She reassured me: “Don’t worry, you can still take it off for our video calls. Please try it on at least. I paid a lot of money. I asked for the titanium version because I only want the best for my Oppa.”
I kept wearing the device and it was surprisingly comfortable and lightweight. No pain at all, although the first nights were a bit uncomfortable because my penis tried to get hard. Minji just told me to wear tighter underwear to keep the device close to my body. During the first week of my return to London, we had a video call almost every day. She even stayed up late for me, so that we could do it after I came home from work, even though it was then already midnight in Korea.
At the beginning of each video call, she told me that the chastity device was a symbol for the strength of our love and that it looked very sexy on me and it really turned her on how I was saving myself for her. After she showered me with compliments like this, she would finally tell me to take the chastity device off and to begin masturbating in front of the camera. Most times, she was visibly aroused and would put her hand inside her knickers to touch herself.
On Sunday, one week after I came back from Korea and started wearing the chastity device, she asked if I was getting used to it and if it was comfortable. I told her that it fit perfectly and I forgot I was wearing it most of the time. She replied with a kiss emoji and then gave me further instructions. She told me to put the key into the box with the number pad, and explained that this was a lock box that allowed her to send me one-time passcodes to open it. This way she could make sure that I wasn’t using the key for the chastity device without her permission.
After I did all that, I felt strange. While I had been locked in the device for the past week, I always had the option of taking it off whenever I wanted. Now I couldn’t do that anymore as I had to ask her for a one-time passcode to open the lock box. I suddenly got another, longer text from her: “Thank you for doing this, Oppa. I was really worried about other women hitting on you, or you looking at porn and forgetting me. I love you so much and it means a lot to me that you’re saving yourself for me. I need to go to bed now Oppa, it’s really late and I’m super tired. I’ll be dreaming of you.” I felt a warmth inside my belly while reading her message and immediately replied: “Don’t worry Minji, I love you too and I will not be tempted. Should we have our next video call tomorrow night?” She must have put her phone away for the night, as I didn’t get a reply until hours later: “Let’s just do it on the weekends from now on, I can’t always stay up so late every day to wait for you to come home from work. Please send me a picture of your locked penis every morning when you wake up, Oppa. I love you.”
Now I was locked in a chastity device, unable to masturbate or even get erect. I had the keys with me but couldn’t use them. Once a week, on the weekend, we would have a videocall where she sent me a one-time passcode to get the key and she allowed me to masturbate while she watched and sometimes even joined in.
After almost two months of this routine, with one month left to go until I could visit her again, she came up with a challenge. “Oppa, I have never given you a blowjob before, have I? Would you like one?” Of course I did! “I will give you a blowjob when you come visit me, but I want you to go without masturbation for the whole next month. It would really turn me on to know that you’d give up jerking off for a month just for a blowjob from me. Do you think you can do it? I’m sure my strong Oppa has great self-control.”
I never thought I could do it, but I did. One month without unlocking, without touching my dick, without orgasm. One month of proving to Minji that I had the willpower, the discipline, the self-control. One month of facing the increasing horniness, the temptations, the urge to just smash the lock box and get the key out. One month of her fanning the flames by sending me sexy photos of herself or telling me that she started masturbating because it tuned her on that I couldn’t. When I finally sent her the final photo of my locked cock on the morning of my departure to Korea, she was so proud of me and promised me an unforgettable blowjob.
I put the lock box containing the key into my bag and left for the airport. I got through the metal detectors at security without any issue and boarded the plane to Korea. This time I would stay for almost two weeks.
When I arrived in Incheon, I immediately spotted her waiting for me at the airport. She was wearing a pink dress and a matching pink hairbow in her shiny black hair. We kissed and she whispered into my ears, “Thank you for staying pure for the last month. You won’t regret it.” My dick unsuccessfully attempted to get hard when I heard that.
It was a hot spring day. We went to her flat, where she made Korean ramen for dinner and then sat down on her sofa to cuddle. I was tense and she smirked and said, “I know what you’ve been waiting for. Do you want your very first blowjob now?” I just nodded and got up to get the lock box with the key from my suitcase. I walked back to the sofa with it, where she waited for me with a grin. She told me to give her the box with the key, remove my trousers, and sit down on the sofa. I sat down, wearing nothing down below except for my chastity cage, with my dick straining against its confines in anticipation. She gave me a passionate kiss and then excused herself for a moment while she went into the bathroom.
When she came out, she wore a red lace thong that exposed most of her bum cheeks and a matching red bralette with padding that seemed to add multiple cup sizes. She turned around to show off her body and posed for me. I had never seen her in such provocative lingerie before; usually she just wore modest bikini knickers with full bum coverage. I also noticed now that she had refreshed her red lipstick and taken off her glasses.
“Are you ready for your blowjob, Oppa? You’ve been waiting so long for this. One month no touching and no cumming, just because I asked you to. You deserve this.” She came closer to my crotch and began kissing my still locked cock. I could feel her warmth through the metal bars. “It looks so cute, always forced to be small and hanging down, unless I decide otherwise.” She gave me one quick lick through the front opening of the cage and then moved her face down in order to kiss and caress my tender balls. Then she finally took out the key.
She unlocked and removed the barrel lock, then slowly took off the device, first the cage that covered my penis, then the metal rod that entered through my piercing hole and exited through my urethra opening. Only the base ring was left now, and my penis was finally able to get hard again, after one month of complete denial. She tried to pull the base ring off, which was quite difficult as it was sized for my flaccid measurements and my erect penis was taking up too much space. She pulled hard, squeezing my balls in the process, but eventually managed to get the base ring off. My penis was finally free!
She got down on her knees, ready to put it in her mouth, cupping my balls in one hand and gently stroking my shaft with the other one when... I exploded there and then, almost hitting her face with the first spurt. She moved away in surprise while the sperm kept shooting out, landing on the floor.
Then she started laughing out loud. “Oh my God I can’t believe how horny you were! You came after one second! I barely even touched you! How is that even possible!”
Then she sat down next to me, kissed me and stroked my hair. “You know, I’ll take it as a compliment. I’m so hot that I can instantly make you cum! But poor you, now you have missed your blowjob. Poor Oppa! Don’t worry though, we will just do it another time.” We cuddled a bit more, then got ready for bed as I was seriously tired from the flight. I offered to go down on her, but she said that it was fine, she just wanted to cuddle and sleep.
——
The next morning, after I had a shower and we ate some home-made gimbaps for breakfast, she blurted out: “Oppa, would you mind putting the chastity cage back on for me? My parents asked to meet you today.”
“Okay, I’m happy to meet them, but why do I need to wear it?”
“Just because I noticed you’ve been having a boner all night and all morning. Even right now it’s enlarged. Maybe it is trying to make up for all the time it wasn’t allowed to get hard. So I just want to make sure you don’t have any embarrassing moments in front of my parents. You know, they think that I’m really innocent and still a virgin.”
We both had to laugh when she said that and I agreed to put the cage on again.
We bought a gift basket from a department store and then took the train from Seoul to Gwangju where we arrived in the early afternoon. Meeting her parents was fine, a bit awkward sometimes because their English was not very good, but they were friendly and welcoming. We went for dinner (Koreans seem to be constantly eating) and had a few shots of soju. It was a relaxed evening and Minji decided that we should just stay overnight and go back to Seoul in the morning.
Unfortunately, there was no spare room, just Minji’s old bedroom, and she explained to me it would be unacceptable for us to sleep together as we were not married. (“Even though you can’t fuck me anyway with that locked cock”, she added with a big grin.)
I was a perfect gentleman and insisted on sleeping on the sofa in the living room so that Minji could sleep in her old bedroom. It was midnight and I was just about to fall asleep when I got a text from her: “I’m a bit horny so I’m going to masturbate now”, followed by a droplets emoji and then a kiss emoji. “It’s funny that I never really used to masturbate, even when I was a teenager, and that I only started doing it now that I won’t let my Oppa jerk off anymore.”
——
The next morning, we went back to Seoul after lunch and arrived in the evening. We had some chimeg (spicy fried chicken and beer) for dinner in her flat while watching some reality shows on TV that she tried to translate for me. As we cuddled on the sofa I pondered how to bring up the fact that my cock was still locked because I didn’t want to sound too desperate. Luckily, when we finally got ready for bed she gave me the key and told me, “You can take the cage off now if you want. Have a shower and come to bed naked. I will give you another blowjob, like I promised.”
When I came out of the shower, she was sitting on the bed already, dressed in her sleepwear consisting of cotton gym shorts and an oversized T-shirt. She told me to lie down and relax. She took her glasses off, put a hairband on, then slowly moved down towards my crotch and said, “This time, please try to last more than a few seconds.”
She began slowly licking my balls and my shaft and waited a while until she finally started licking my sensitive glans. It was very sensual and very slow, just licking me and sometimes adding a gentle suckle with her lips. It was completely different to my expectations. She never put my dick inside her mouth, or really sucked on it, instead she just held my penis in her hand while she used her lips and tongue to caress me. Maybe this is how Korean girls do blowjobs? After a while she began to rhythmically lick the underside of my penis up and down from my balls to the tip. I could feel my orgasm slowly approaching and started to moan.
She briefly stopped to say, “Oppa, please tell me when you are about to cum”, before continuing. It wasn’t long until I got really close, and so I told her, hoping that she would take it into her mouth for the finale. However, as soon as I warned her, she held my penis in a flatter angle so that it was pointing towards my belly and she moved her head down a bit, now just licking the bottom half of the shaft. I came and spurted about a dozen times, all landing on my belly, while she just sucked on my scrotum. It was a ruined orgasm. I had mixed feelings; while it was really hot seeing her pretty face licking my dick, it was also a somewhat unsatisfying climax.
“Did you like your first blowjob from me, Oppa?” she said with a sweet smile. “It was amazing, Minji. It felt really good!” I replied, unwilling to admit my disappointment with the ruined orgasm, because she didn’t appear to know what was wrong or that I originally expected to cum in her mouth, and I didn’t want to upset her or discourage me from giving me another blowjob in the future. She gave me some paper tissues to clean up the mess and then we cuddled, me naked and her in her sleep outfit. Eventually we fell asleep.
——
We decided to go to Busan the next day, the second-largest city in South Korea. When we arrived, it was already getting dark. We wandered hand in hand through the bustling streets. We laughed, sharing bites of tteokbokki at a street food market. The city hummed around us, but in that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in love. On the shores of Haeundae Beach, we sat beneath a blanket of stars while the waves serenaded us. The ocean was infinite, and so was our love.
When we finally got back to our hotel, it was almost midnight. We kissed and slowly undressed each other, making our way to the large double bed. When I finally pulled down her blue and white striped knickers, I noticed that something was different. She hadn’t shaved! Instead, her vulva and pubic mound was covered with a dense bush of long, straight pubic hair. I didn’t mind, yet I was curious and wanted to ask her about it, but before I could she pushed my face down and asked me to lick her. I did as told, finally tasting her again after such a long time. Her taste and fragrance drove me wild like a beast, and I went down on her for what must have been half an hour. She came hard and multiple times, until she was finally satisfied.
I got a condom from my bag, put it on and rubbed my dick on her bush. “You can put it in”, she commented. It felt so good inside her. She just relaxed lying on her back, still out of breath, while I fucked her. “You can cum now”, she added after a short time. Hearing those words brought me to the edge and I began to cum inside her. We collapsed on the bed, both exhausted but happy. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and told her that I loved her. She said she did too.
The next morning I remembered my question. “How come you don’t shave your pussy anymore? I’m just wondering.” She explained, “In Korea, it is not normal to shave your down below. People think only prostitutes do it. And I like to go to jimjilbang [Korean sauna] a lot. When I get changed or enter the bathhouse, all the other women can see me naked. So that’s why I grew my hair.” I accepted that explanation and told her that I didn’t mind. For some reason she added, “Koreans can be a bit nosey. If you had gone to a jimjilbang last year before your circumcision, people would have stared at your penis and gossiped about you. But now your penis looks presentable and clean. Thank you again for getting rid of that disgusting foreskin for me. You’re the best, Oppa.”
——
We spent another day in Busan and then returned to Seoul as she had some mandatory lectures to attend. The next few days with Minji continued to be very enjoyable. We did some more sightseeing, went to some great restaurants, and I got to know some of her friends. In the bedroom, she became more demanding, asking me to go down on her every night and most mornings. As usual, she would allow me to fuck her afterwards.
Three days before my flight back, she suddenly asked me if there was anything I wanted to do in the bedroom that we had never done before. I thought for a brief moment, and then I said, “When you gave me that blowjob the other day, I was hoping that I could finish in your mouth. I’ve been fantasising about cumming in your mouth or at least on your face.” I thought this was a reasonable request as it was something you see in porn all the time. Nevertheless, she seemed to be shocked and it took her a few seconds to react.
With a serious voice, she said, “That’s disgusting. And it’s degrading. How can you ask me to do that? Do you think I’m a whore? You wouldn’t drink your own sperm, so how can you expect me to?”
“But Minji, I always taste your juices when I go down on you. And I like it.”
She got angry. “That’s something completely different! I can’t believe you think it’s comparable!”
“But there’s lots of girls who do it. I thought you’d be fine with it.”
“I am not fine with it! I don’t like the taste of it and it’s really degrading.”
“Sounds like you’ve done it before?”
"It's none of your business. Why does it matter anyway?"
I now shouted at her: "But it's unfair! You did it for others in the past but refuse to do it for me now?"
With a sad voice she replied, "You don't get it. I don't think it's something a man should request from a women he really loves and respects!"
She began to cry. I didn't know what to do. I felt angry and also jealous, but also like an asshole for making her cry.
"All I want is that you treat me the same as those other men!" I tried to justify myself once more.
She turned away from me and sobbed. "You only think of me as a sexual object. You men are all the same. It's disgusting how you treat women. I thought you loved me and had real feelings for me. Because I definitely loved you!"
I didn’t know what to say. "Minji, I'm sorry... of course I love you", I began and put my hand on her.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled and pushed my hand away.
That night she made me sleep on the sofa.
I hoped the next day would be different, but after she woke up she tried her best to ignore me before she went off to her lectures. When she came home in the evening she headed straight for the shower.
To my surprise, she came out completely naked, wearing just a towel on her head. Her slim legs with the thigh gap, her cute round bum, her hairy pussy, her flat yet soft stomach, her delicious tiny breasts – her whole perfect body was on display. In that moment she was the prettiest, sexiest woman in all of Korea. She continued to ignore me as she walked towards her wardrobe, where she took out some white knickers and a T-shirt to wear for the night. I just stared at her, unsure what to say or do.
I asked her if I could sleep in the bed with her because the sofa was too small for me. She accepted that, but turned away from me and just looked at her phone, still completely ignoring me. I could feel the warmth of her body next to me and slowly I felt my penis getting hard.
I didn't know what to do so I just told her that I wanted everything to go back to normal between us and suggested to kiss and make up. She just scoffed. "I'm not going to have sex with you. If you're horny just go and jerk off in the bathroom." I asked if I could get a handjob at least but she laughed and said no. I lied still next to her, unsure what to do. Eventually I decided to masturbate, not because she said so, but because I wanted to show her that I didn't need her for sexual release. I went to the bathroom and started touching myself. As I didn't have any lube, I tried jerking off dry but it was uncomfortable. In desperation, I took some of her shampoo from the shower to use as lube, but it only felt good for a few seconds, then started to become sticky which made jerking off even worse than before, painful in fact. I didn't know what to do. I was unable to bring myself to orgasm.
Eventually I gave up and went back to the main room, with my dick still hard and full of sticky dried shampoo. "Did you have fun?" she asked sarcastically. "No," I admitted, "I couldn't cum because there's no lube." With a slightly happier tone in her voice she replied, "That serves you right. If you want to have an orgasm, you need my vagina."
——
The day after that was no better. It was Friday and my flight back was scheduled for the next day so I knew that this was going to be the end of our relationship unless I did something to save it. While she was away at uni I decided to take action. I went to a Lotte department store that was a couple of metro stops away. After a long discussion with a saleswoman, I ended up buying a really beautiful and delicate gold necklace, set with diamonds. It was very expensive but it was my last ditch effort to win her back before I had to fly home. I was waiting for her in her flat, but she came home very late because she went out for drinks with her friends after uni.
When she finally opened the door she wore a really short skirt together with thigh high socks that ended just below the skirt, leaving a small area of her legs exposed in between. She saw me and tried her best to ignore me, like before, heading straight to the bathroom to take off her make-up and get ready for bed. When she came out and saw the gift box in my hands, her mood changed. She opened the box, saw the necklace and finally began to smile. "It's beautiful", she said and gave me a long hug that must have lasted a whole minute. I began speaking: "Please forgive me, I was wrong. I love you and I should have never treated you like that." (In reality, I thought that I had brought forward some valid arguments during our fight, but with less than twelve hour remaining before I had to set off for the airport, I knew that I had to say the things she wanted to hear.)
She tried the necklace on, which sparkled beautifully and accentuated her delicate neck. “I think I over-reacted, Oppa, I am sorry too”, she said. We hugged and then kissed. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. We spent a long time cuddling and talking about building a future together. Everything was back to normal between us. It was very late when we finally went to bed. We started kissing passionately and I was keen to go down on her. I licked her until she came twice and then I remained between her legs for a while, my face buried in her bush, enjoying her sweet scent. I didn’t want the moment to end.
“Oppa, if you want you can have sex with me. I know you were really horny yesterday”, she whispered. Oh yes, I had been, and I still was. As I fetched a condom, she continued, “But I wanted to ask you for a favour. Would you mind putting the chastity device on tomorrow morning before you depart? It really made me feel secure when you wore it last time, because I liked knowing that other women couldn’t flirt with you and that you weren’t getting off to porn.” Without hesitation I agreed to her request, because I too had enjoyed wearing the device for her and only taking it off for our video calls. Wearing it was a constant reminder that I was hers and she was mine and our love would endure any distance.
We had sex in a position we had never tried before, both of us lying on our sides and spooning. Even though I really liked how her cute bum pressed against my crotch, I was only able to move my hips slowly and the angle made it impossible for me to enter her fully – only the first half of my penis was inside her.
Suddenly her phone rang, which she ignored. Then it rang again for a second and a third time. While I was fucking her, she finally grabbed her phone to check who had been calling her at this time. I could see that she had received lots of text messages, too.
She read them, then explained the situation to me: “It’s my friend Hana. She’s a really sweet girl but also a bit easy. I went to a bar with her earlier and there was this group of German tourists hitting on us and she ended up going home with one of them. That’s when I decided to go home too. Anyway, she was just texting me about what happened. She said they had sex but he was really selfish and inconsiderate. It was a bit painful for her because he was too big but he didn’t even slow down. And after he came inside her he just got dressed and left! Poor Hana. He didn’t even use a condom.”
Minji completely forgot the fact that my dick was still inside her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, you can continue making love”, she said as she texted back and forth with Hana.
After a while, she asked, “Are you finished soon?”
“I’m sorry Minji. For some reason it is taking me a bit longer.” (Actually I was annoyed that I had to wear a condom with my long-term girlfriend, whereas her friend – who presumably took the pill – let random one-night stands cum inside her without protection.)
“Okay but hurry up please, I’m starting to get sore.”
I tried my best to cum quickly but I seemed to be stuck just before the point of no return, unable to cross the threshold to orgasm.
“Oppa, I want you to cum for me now! Don’t hold back”, she said while putting away from her phone with a slightly annoyed tone in her voice. “I’m going to count down now and if you don’t manage to cum I will just slide your dick out. Ten... Nine... Eight...”
When she got to One I violently exploded inside her. It had taken me long to reach orgasm, but when I finally got there it was an unusually strong climax.
“Well done, just in time”, she congratulated me. “It sounds like you enjoyed it, Oppa. That’s good, because don’t forget that you agreed to put the chastity cage on tomorrow.”
——
My alarm rang early in the morning as my flight was around noon. I hurried to pack my suitcase and, with some minutes left, I decided to have a quick shower. I noticed that Minji had placed the chastity device in the shower, as a reminder to put it on. It turned me on to see how keen she was to take ownership of penis again. When I tried to put it on after my shower, I kept getting an erection. I somehow managed to squeeze my genitals through the base ring but it wasn’t possible to put the rest on with a boner. “Are you okay?” asked Minji through the door. “Yes, just trying to put the cage on”, I replied. Minji, still in her sleepwear, opened the door and giggled when she saw me, stark naked, trying to fit my throbbing erection into the tiny chastity cage. She smiled. “I think I have an idea how to help you. May I?”
I nodded and she gently held my ballsack in one hand, gripping the top of my scrotum with her thumb and index finger. Then she gave my balls a light smack with the other hand. It wasn’t very painful, but definitely uncomfortable. At least a dozen more slaps with the flat of her hand followed, each slightly harder than the previous. “Naughty [slap] little [slap] penis. [slap] Do [slap] not [slap] waste [slap] our [slap] time [slap] like [slap] this. [slap] We [SLAP] need [SLAP] to [SLAP] get [SLAP] going. [SLAP!] Alright, that’s it. It’s nice and small now. Aren’t you glad to have such a helpful girlfriend?”
I quickly put the security bar through the piercing hole and then put the cage bit on. Minji put the lock in and turned the key. She gave me a peck and said, “All finished, Oppa! Let’s get dressed and go!”
When we got to their airport I was in a strange mood. I was really sad to leave her behind – for the second time – but I was also looking forward to her coming back for good in three months. We kissed goodbye and I left her to go through to the security checks.
This time, there was a full-body scanner, and unfortunately it must have detected the chastity device. “Did you forget to empty your pockets? Or do you have any piercing or jewellery?” a young woman asked me, briefly glancing at my crotch. “I, uh, yes, I have a piercing... down there”, I explained – it wasn’t the whole truth but it also wasn’t a lie. She asked her colleague to give me a brief manual pat-down but he wasn’t too rigorous and I was free to go.
When I arrived in London on Saturday evening, I was exhausted and looking forward to a good night’s sleep. I texted Minji when I arrived and told her that I missed her.
The next day I was looking forward to our usual Sunday evening video call. “I just finished my lunch, why don’t you unlock your chastity cage and call me when you’re ready. The unlock code is 837363 for the next hour”, she texted. Out of habit, I opened the drawer where I always kept the lock box with the key.
Only to find it empty. “Fuck!” I said out loud. Where was it? Did I even bring it? I think I forgot the lock box in Korea. Did I bring the key on its own at least?
I thought hard. I hadn’t noticed the key when I was unpacking my suitcase. I had another look – maybe it was still somewhere in my bag? – but I couldn’t find it. I checked the pockets of my jacket. It was nowhere. When did I last see the key? That was when she locked me after the shower. I didn’t remember her giving me the key afterwards. So did she still have the key? Was I going to be locked in an uncheatable chastity device – made of titanium and secured with a piercing – for the next three months, with no key and no release?
“Minji, I can’t find the key. Do you still have it?”
“No, I don’t have it. Didn’t I give it to you?”
Maybe it wasn’t just three months. Maybe it was forever.
“I found the key!” she finally texted on Wednesday. I had been locked in the chastity device since my departure from Korea on Saturday. “You will never believe where I found it. It was in the pocket of my pyjama bottoms, which I had put in the washing machine! It fell out when I hung the laundry today. I must have forgotten to give it to you before you left. I’m really, really sorry.”
A wave of relief washed over me. I sat down and took a deep breath. “Don’t worry, Minji. It wasn’t intentional. Can you send me the key please? You know my address, right?” She replied immediately, “Of course, Oppa, I will do that tomorrow as soon as the post office opens.”
The following period was tough. I had no way of getting sexual release. I couldn’t even get hard. Minji still wanted me to send her daily photos of my locked cock, even though she knew that escape from the device was impossible. In return, she regularly sent me erotic photos of herself. My favourite one was her doing the ‘one-finger challenge’: she took a photo of herself standing in front of her wardrobe mirror, completely naked. She held her left arm in front of her chest with the index finger stretched out, covering her nipples for the mirror, and held her phone in the right hand in such a position that the same finger covered her pussy’s mirror image from the camera’s perspective. With just one finger she managed to completely block the view of all her intimate parts; what a tease, especially for a man who can’t touch his dick.
——
Four weeks had passed and the letter with the key still was nowhere to be seen. I was desperate for a release by now and I was just about to break my previous record time.
“I still haven’t got the letter, Minji. It’s should have arrived by now”, I texted her.
“I know... My poor Oppa hasn’t cum for such a long time now.”
“I’m really desperate, Minji. I need to empty my balls.”
“I’m sure the letter will come soon, Oppa. Don’t worry. But can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure.”
“Promise me you won’t get angry, Oppa.”
“What is it?”
“It really turns me on to know how horny you are and that you can’t even jerk off. Sometimes I think about your situation and decide to touch myself.”
“That’s nice for you... and hot! I wish I could touch myself too...”
“I keep imagining that maybe the key will never arrive. That you’re going to be locked forever, never again having an erection or ejaculation. I fantasised about that when I masturbated yesterday.”
“That’s not funny, Minji. What if it’s actually lost? The thing on my dick is made out of titanium and secured with a piercing. I can’t escape from it and I can’t break it. I’d have to wear it for the rest of my life!”
“I know. I’m sorry Oppa. It’s just a hot fantasy. I’m sure you’ll get my letter any day now. Don’t worry.”
“Hmm, or maybe you didn't send that letter at all. Maybe you wanted to make your fantasy come true. Maybe you prefer me locked forever”, I joked, and added a laughing emoji for good measure.
“What? No, that's not true. Why would you say that?”
“I was just trying to make a joke.”
“You shouldn’t joke about it. I would never do something like that.”
“Yeah okay, it’s fine. Forget about it.”
“How can you just tell me to forget about it? You accused me of not sending you the key on purpose. You think I'm lying to you.”
“No, Minji. I was just kidding. Can't you take a joke?”
“No, I can't. Not when it's about something so important. You hurt me. You shouldn't joke about something like this. You shouldn't doubt me or accuse me.”
“I'm not. I'm just confused. How can a letter disappear like that?”
“I don't know. I don't know what happened. But I did send it.”
“Well, maybe you should check with the post office. Maybe the address was wrong.”
“Maybe. But I doubt it. They probably lost it or threw it away. Maybe it was a sign”, followed by a broken heart emoji.
“A sign?”
“That we're not meant to be together. The chastity key was a symbol of our love. But how can I be with someone who calls me a liar?” She added an angry emoji at the end.
“Stop being so dramatic! What’s the matter? I just made a stupid joke and now you want to break up with me or what?”
“I just want an apology.”
“There’s nothing to apologise for. If anything, you are the one who should apologise, for over-reacting!”
“I am so disappointed. I was so wrong about you.”
At this point I tried calling her, but she declined the call. She just sent me a crying emoji.
Another text arrived. “You don't trust me. You don’t believe me. You just want that stupid key because the thing you care most about is masturbating. You don't care about me. You don't care about us.”
That escalated quickly! I took a deep breath and typed a carefully worded reply, but before I could send it, she had already blocked me.
——
She completely ghosted me and didn’t pick up her phone or answer any messages. I was worried. Worried about losing her and also worried about never escaping the chastity device.
One day later, she suddenly sent me a photo. It showed a document with the Korea Post logo at the top. I didn’t know what the Korean writing meant, but I looked through the document and found my address as well as a date from a month ago. “This is the proof of posting. I am so disappointed that you wouldn’t believe me otherwise. Just wait for that stupid letter to arrive so you can finally watch your precious porn again and wank off your tiny dick and cum within one minute. I hope it was worth hurting me”, she commented underneath, just before she immediately blocked me again.
——
I missed her. I longed to see her. I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn’t. Even three days later, she still didn’t reply or unblock me. This wasn’t just a fight, this was a break-up. My chest felt heavy and I wondered how love can unravel so swiftly. I didn’t even care about when that damned letter would finally arrive. I just wanted to have her back and that was the only thing that mattered to me. I wished I could go back in time and change the past.
Suddenly, I had an idea. She had blocked my number on her phone, but what if I got a new number? I went down to the corner shop and bought a prepaid SIM card. Then I wrote her a long message detailing all my feelings and regrets. I sent it as a standard text message, because I knew that it wouldn’t be filtered as spam despite coming from an unknown number, and I didn’t care that I had pay a fortune to send it to her Korean number.
——
The next day, she unblocked me and sent me a message. When I saw the notification I was on top of the world.
“Hi Oppa. I read your message. Thank you for explaining yourself. I’m sorry you had such a hard time.”
“Minji!!!! I’m so glad to hear from you! I’m so sorry for everything. I missed you so much!!! How are you?”
“To be honest, I’m really hungover lol.”
“What happened?”
“After we had our fight, I was really upset and decided to meet my friend Hana. She told me to just forget about you. She wanted me to go out with her and have lots of fun and distract myself so I wouldn’t think about you and be sad. Last night we went clubbing in Itaewon but I had way too much to drink.”
“Are you okay? You shouldn’t drink more than you can handle...”
“I know... I can barely remember last night. I woke up in someone else’s house. I have no idea what happened...”
“What? Whose house? Was it a guy? Did you sleep with anyone?”
“No, of course not. I think I was just too drunk to get home safely and this guy took care of me.”
“Did he try to have sex with you? Are you sure nothing happened?”
“I think he tried but I told him to leave me alone because I didn’t want to get pregnant. Most men here refuse to use a condom and as you know I’m not on birth control.”
“Do you remember what happened then?”
“Not really but when I woke up I still had my clothes on. Don’t worry.”
“Well he could have still made you suck his dick! How can you be sure nothing happened?”
“That’s enough now. Stop asking me these questions. It’s not important anyway. I’m okay now but I was really stupid and I regret everything. And I really miss you. I miss my Oppa.”
“I miss you too. The last few days were really hard for me.”
“Should we forget about everything, Oppa?”
“Let’s do that. I still love you, Minji.”
“I love you too, Oppa. Please forgive me for being so difficult.”
“Don’t worry about it now. I can’t wait to see you in two months.”
“Me too! I’m counting the days already. By the way, did my letter arrive?”
“Not yet.”
——
Six weeks after the day she sent me the letter with the key it still was nowhere to be seen. At this point I wasn’t just extremely horny and desperate to have a release, I was also seriously worried that the letter was lost. Unfortunately the letter wasn’t tracked so there was no way of finding out where it was. Minji agreed that six weeks was way too long and she too was very concerned now.
One day she texted me, “I got good news for you Oppa.” Did she get an update from the post office? A long voice message followed: “So, Oppa, it turns out there is actually a second key! I didn’t know about it. I need to tell you the whole story to explain it. I have this friend called Seonhui. We have been good friends since we were kids and tell each other everything. Anyway, when I returned to Korea last year I told her how worried I was that you would forget me or find another girl. She was the one who suggested the whole chastity thing. That’s because she does it with her boyfriend, too. She told me how great it was and that I should try it too. She told me to get your measurements and then she’d order a chastity device for you, because she and her boyfriend had tried lots of different ones and knew which ones were the best. When it arrived, she just gave it to me, and I then gave it to you in the gift box. I told her that we lost the key and asked if there was any other way to unlock it. That’s when she admitted that the device actually came with two keys! She kept the second key and never told me about it until now.”
I was so relieved to hear that! I thanked her and told her how happy I was. I just wondered why Seonhui kept the key for herself?
Minji had a theory. “Maybe I wasn’t the first girl who she convinced to lock up her boyfriend’s penis. She probably keeps all these second keys as a trophy. ‘Another tamed beast.’ She used to be a Megalian, a Korean feminist.”
I wondered how many men got locked in a chastity device just because of Seonhui. Just me and her boyfriend? Ten? Hundred? But it didn’t matter.
Minji said it was probably best if she brought the key in person, because she didn’t want to lose another letter. I agreed with her. It was better to be locked for another six weeks with a certain release afterwards than risk being locked for the rest of my life.
——
The next six weeks were not as bad as I thought. My horniness had steadily increased during the first month without release, but then mostly plateaued. I had gotten used to being in chastity and being unable to masturbate. My penis even stopped attempting to get erect every morning as it was a futile endeavour. Nevertheless, I was still incredibly horny. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. I avoided porn because it just frustrated me more, but Minji kept teasing me by sending me sexy photos of herself.
I still remember one video call in particular. At this point I had been locked and without release for about ten weeks. She asked me to tell her how horny and desperate I was and it visibly turned her on. She slid her hand inside her knickers and started touching herself. It was so hot to see her masturbating in front of the camera. I too tried to masturbate by rubbing the very tip of my penis through the small urine opening at the front of the chastity cage. At some point I thought I would be able to reach an orgasm this way, because I started to leak lots of precum, but it just wasn’t possible. The stimulation wasn’t enough. The video call ended with Minji orgasming and me more frustrated than ever.
——
Finally, the day came. Minji flew back to London. Nine long months of being apart came to an end. She arrived on a Saturday afternoon and I picked her up from Heathrow airport. She looked exhausted from the flight and her hair was tousled. She wore a simple, comfy outfit: mum jeans, an oversized jumper, and trainers. When she saw me, her fatigue was washed away and she ran towards me. We kissed and hugged for a long time. We were so happy.
We went home to my place for the night because it was closer to the airport. Minji was extremely tired from the flight and was jetlagged and just wanted to go to sleep immediately. She apologised because she knew that I was quite desperate for a release after three months in the chastity cage, but she was just too tired to be in the mood for sex. She rummaged around in her handbag until she found the key that she got from Seonhui. She put it on the kitchen table and said, “Oppa, I know you are really horny so if you want you can unlock it and masturbate and then afterwards come to bed and cuddle with me. Or if you can wait until tomorrow morning, we can have sex then.”
Then she went straight to the bedroom, got changed into her sleepwear – an oversized T-shirt and long pyjama trousers – and she fell asleep almost immediately.
I wasn’t sure what I should do but eventually decided to leave the keys untouched. I had waited already for three months, surely I could wait one more day?
We had a lie-in on Sunday morning. I was so happy to see her sweet face next me when I woke up. We cuddled and kissed and I held her tight. Her hand went down between my legs and she grabbed my package. She noticed I was still wearing the chastity cage and started smiling. It made her really happy.
“Oppa, well done. You showed self-control last night and waited for me. I’m proud of you. So... how did you imagine your first sex after three months?”
“To be honest, I’m afraid I will cum way too fast. I haven’t had any stimulation for three months.”
“Oppa, you know I don’t mind when you cum quickly. It’s a compliment for me.”
“But still...”
“I’ve got an idea. I will give you a blowjob. And this time I will make it special. If you put on a condom you can cum inside my mouth. Just like you said you wanted!”
Of course, the condom wasn’t part of my fantasy, but I was still really excited and eagerly agreed. She fetched the key from the kitchen and unlocked the chastity device. Surprisingly, my dick stayed small and flaccid. “Maybe it forgot how to get hard, because it couldn’t do it for so long”, Minji laughed. She pulled me close and we kissed and it didn’t take long until I felt something stir down below. I was hard and ready to go.
I got a condom from the nightstand drawer and put it on. “I have another idea”, she began, “I’ll use the stopwatch on my phone so we can see how long you manage to last.” She started the stopwatch and put the tip of my penis in her mouth.
This blowjob was different from the previous one. Last time, she just gently licked and kissed my penis without ever actually putting it inside her mouth. This time however, she actually put my penis in her mouth, sucked on it and started bobbing her head up and down. I don’t know whether she was naturally talented or whether she was more experienced than I had thought, but either way, it felt phenomenal. It felt as if she was trying to suck the cum out of me and I felt my orgasm approaching after a short time. I had the strongest orgasm of my life and my balls emptied three months of cum inside her mouth.
She smiled, proud of herself, and stopped the watch. “Fourty-two seconds, Oppa”, she giggled, “You couldn’t last long at all! Did it really feel that good?” Then she pointed at the condom and said, “Wow, look how much cum there is! Your balls must feel much lighter now.”
I cooked breakfast for us while she had a shower and afterwards we went back to bed. I went down on her until she came. She tasted great. I had really missed licking her. Afterwards, we had sex – the first time in three months – and fortunately I managed to last longer this time, although I couldn’t make her cum again.
——
In the afternoon I helped bring her stuff to her place. She had found a flat in a medium-sized city just outside the M25, because that’s where the hospital for her Foundation Year was located. Her flat was near the hospital, but unfortunately the train station was a few miles away and had you had to change trains to get to London. My work was in central London and always I took the tube to get there from my flat in Zone 2. Put together, our completely different commutes meant that we could only see each other on the weekends, from Friday night to Sunday evening.
After unpacking, we decided to go for a drink in a pub near her flat to celebrate us being back together. We had a couple of drinks and were tipsy. Minji admitted that just before her departure from Korea, her friend Seonhui sent her the link to a website called “The Secret to a Happy Marriage”. That website explained the benefits of male chastity for a relationship, mainly based on the idea that a man shouldn’t waste his sexual energy on masturbation and pornography.
Minji asked me if I would be willing to continue wearing the chastity device during the work week when we couldn’t see each other. She quickly added that she would always unlock me on the weekends. I wasn’t quite convinced – on the one hand, I admitted, the chastity device had felt like a part of my body after three months of continuous wear and I somehow felt naked without it, but on the other hand I had waited so long for my freedom and didn’t want to give it up so quickly again. Minji enumerated some more supposed benefits of male chastity that she had read about; most of them were benefits for the woman, but she got my attention when she told me to imagine all my orgasms being as strong and satisfying as the one I had in the morning. She argued that – if she didn’t have to compete with my hand and the women in porn anymore – the orgasms she would give me would appear much more meaningful to my subconsciousness.
I agreed with that logic: One intense orgasm given to me by my beautiful loving girlfriend was worth a hundred meaningless ejaculations achieved through masturbation. I told Minji that I would bring the chastity device to our next date on the following weekend and give her the key. She was really happy to hear that and gave me a kiss. “Thank you Oppa, you’re the best. I will come up with a chastity agreement until next week. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, it’s just good to have some rules. If you want, you can jerk off as much as you want until then”, she said generously.
——
I used the opportunity and wanked off as much as possible. First in the morning before going to work, then in the evening after coming home from work, and again at night just before sleep. The first few times were nice as I hadn’t been able to masturbate for such a long time, but I already got bored by Wednesday. Watching porn was quickly getting uninteresting and touching myself didn’t feel as good as I remembered. On Thursday and Friday I only masturbated once and not because I was genuinely horny but just because I had Minji’s explicit permission and didn’t want to waste the opportunity.
——
We met again on Saturday morning because she had a late shift on Friday. I took the train to her city and she picked me up from the station.
“Did you bring the chastity cage?” she asked as I entered the car.
“Yes, of course. When should I put it on?”
“Not yet. By the way, did you masturbate last week?”
“Uh... yes I did.”
“You failed the test,” she said with a sour face, “but I guess I did tell you that you could.”
“To be honest, Minji, it wasn’t that great. And I had a bad consciousness afterwards. I almost felt like I cheated on you.”
“Well, you probably looked at naked women while giving yourself sexual pleasure. That is a bit like cheating. But never mind, now we’re even. And most importantly, now your jerking off has come to an end.”
——
When we got to her place, she proudly showed me the chastity agreement she had drafted. It was a printed paper that said:
CHASTITY AGREEMENT
The male partner will be locked in a chastity device. The female partner will retain the key to the chastity device.
The female partner decides how often and for what purpose the device will be unlocked.
After unlocking the chastity device, the male partner must put it back on upon the female partner’s request.
“I already put my signature on it, let’s add yours”, she said in a honeyed voice.
——
We spent the day exploring the city centre. When we went to bed, we had our usual routine where I first licked her to an orgasm and then we had sex for my pleasure. However, this time I was unable to cum. She got annoyed and commented, “That’s because you came too many times last week. Don’t worry, this won’t happen again.”
On Sunday morning, she got her period. That was a quite unfortunate timing because I couldn’t see her on the following weekend as she was booked in for a weekend shift at the hospital. Hence it would be two weeks until we could meet again. On Sunday afternoon I asked her if I could cum one more time before I had to depart. It was getting late and she had already removed her make-up and changed to comfy homewear. “Okay, fine, but be quick. Can I just give you a handjob? You brought the lube, right?” she said. I did. “Good. Get undressed and lie down in the bed then.”
I did as told and Minji sat down next to me. She put lube on my dick and slowly started stroking me with one hand while staring at her phone and texting a colleague with the other one. Every time she typed a reply she got distracted and paused her stroking for a moment. This situation continued for a while. “Are you going to cum now? Or can you not cum again, like yesterday?” she asked. I said I could but her stroking was too slow. She seemed to ignore the comment and continued just like before. “My arm is starting to hurt. Hurry up now.” I told her that I was getting there but it wasn’t easy because she kept interrupting the handjob whenever she typed on her phone. She sighed with annoyance and sped up the stroking a bit, at least until the next message arrived and distracted her again. I began moving my hips up and down to remind her to give my penis some attention. “This is taking way too long and my arm is really tired now. How about I just hold my hand here and you move your dick.” She made a ring with her index finger and thumb and I started moving my penis up and down while she held her hand completely still. It took me a few minutes until I moaned “I’m gonna cum!” “You have my permission”, Minji replied while she was still looking at her phone, completely ignoring me. Finally I came all over my belly.
“It’s time to get back in the chastity cage”, she said unimpressed.
I cleaned myself up, got dressed and put the chastity device on again. As she locked it, she asked, “How do you feel now, knowing that you won’t be able to cum for the next two weeks?” I tried to act cool and replied, “Two weeks is nothing. I managed to go three months without. Also, it’s not just me – you need to wait for two weeks as well.” “Why, I can masturbate anytime”, she grinned and handed me her phone. It showed the picture of a large dildo with a clit vibrator attached to the shaft. “It’s a rabbit vibrator. It’s coming in a few days”, she announced proudly.
The two weeks went by slowly. I was constantly horny and counted the days. She never forgot to tease me by sending me naught messages and pictures. When her rabbit vibrator arrived, she sent me a photo of it with the caption “it’s bigger than I thought”.
Finally the two weeks came to an end. She visited me wearing a beautiful light blue floral dress and the necklace I had bought her in Korea. She gave me a passionate kiss as she entered my flat and grabbed my crotch, feeling my full balls and the hard titanium cage. She said, “Oppa, I know you’re desperate after two weeks. How about I take care of you first and then you cook me dinner?”
We went to the bedroom where I took off my trousers and underwear and sat down on the bed. She found the key in her handbag and unlocked me. My dick immediately sprang to life and was rock hard and throbbing. She was visibly flattered. She went over to my nightstand and took out the bottle of lube. Without further ado she sat down next to me and began stroking my penis. I came after a dozen strokes, it can’t have been more than thirty seconds.
Minji was very happy with the result. “Well done, Oppa! You were really quick this time, just how I like it! It’s really hot when I can make you explode within seconds!” “Really?” I asked in disbelief. “Of course, Oppa”, she went on, “From now on I want you to always try and cum as fast as possible. Don’t hold back.”
——
This became our new weekend routine. One weekend I would visit her, the next one she would visit me. She would unlock my chastity cage on Friday and give me a quick handjob. Every night, I would lick her until she came followed by sex. I wouldn’t hold back and typically cum within two or three minutes. Then she would lock me again on Sunday evening.
One time, Minji told me she was “on fire” as she opened the door for me. She didn’t want to wait any longer for me to go down on her, so we went to the bedroom and I immediately started licking her until she came twice. It was really hot to give her oral sex while I was still locked in the chastity cage, with my dick desperately trying to get hard. After she came and recovered her energy, I asked if I could now have sex with her. She wasn’t keen on it and offered me a handjob instead.
Going forward this became the new routine. On Friday I would lick her, still locked in the chastity cage, followed by a handjob, while on Saturday and Sunday I would lick her followed by quick sex. Over time, more and more of the sex got replaced by handjobs. Minji said that there was no point wasting a condom for one or two minutes inside her.
——
One particular weekend started as usual with me licking her. After she came, she wanted to unlock me, but she couldn’t find the key. She said she must have forgotten it at home. I thought she was joking at first, but she was serious and apologised to me. I got a bit angry and called her ‘thoughtless’ for forgetting to bring the key. She didn’t like that comment and countered, “You need to work on your attitude. Another tantrum like this and I might ‘forget’ the key on purpose. Remember what we agreed: I have the key and I decide when I use it. So be nice to me if you want me to let you cum next weekend.”
It was difficult for me because I really expected to cum that day and I was really aroused after going down on her and tasting her pussy. I satisfied her with my mouth a few more times during the weekend, while I had to remain locked.
The following weekend, I visited Minji. She first made me lick her while I remained locked. Then she finally said the words I was waiting for: “I hope you brought the lube, because it’s time for your handjob. Let’s see how long you will last this time.” I lasted only a few seconds, as expected after almost two weeks without cumming. She congratulated me for being so quick and kissed me.
——
Over time, Minji started to find excuses not to unlock me on Fridays. I think she realised that it turned her on to decide when I could cum and to have me service her without getting anything in return. We gradually developed a new routine: On most weekends I now stayed locked in chastity while still satisfying her orally, and she would only give me a quick handjob on Sunday evening, after which she would relock the chastity device immediately.
——
My work has a lot to do with numbers and spreadsheets and so I started to ‘keep book’ how often I had an orgasm and how often she did. One day after work I sent her my calculations: on average, I had one orgasm per week and she had three per week.
“That’s not quite true”, she replied, “I also masturbate at least twice a week when you’re not here. That toy I bought is amazing.”
“Oh... okay, so in that case you cum five times per week.”
“I don’t think that’s a good enough ratio. ‘The Secret to a Happy Marriage’ says it is key to a great relationship that the woman has more orgasms than the man. I think we can improve it further. I want to cum 25x as often as you, not just 5x.”
“Wow... 25x? That’s a big number...”
“Not really, Oppa. I bet for Seonhui it’s 100x! Anyway, can you please calculate what that would mean for you? You’re so good with numbers.”
“Okay so if you cum 5x per week that’s 260 days per year. Divided by 25 is... uh... 10.4.”
“Great! Let’s say ten.”
“Ten orgasms per year for me? Are you serious? Why?”
“Because I would find it hot. I have the key so it’s my choice. We both signed that chastity agreement, so don’t complain. I could just let you cum once a year if I wanted! But I think ten is a good number. I think somewhere in ‘The Secret to a Happy Marriage’ it says that ideally men should not cum more than once a month, or even just single digits per year.”
“Single digits?!”
“So how about I allow you one release per month, but we skip it during Locktober and No Nut November. That’s ten releases per year then. Quality over quantity. For you at least lol!”
“You can’t be serious...”
“But Oppa! It’s going to be great for us. You’ll be able to really focus on me and my pleasure. I really love seeing your dick in that inescapable chastity cage. I love knowing that you can’t masturbate and that you can’t get an erection for other women. It’s super hot. ”
“But what about my pleasure, Minji?”
“It’s so sexy when you satisfy me with your mouth and I don’t have to reciprocate anything. I’m getting really wet right now thinking about it. I think I’m going to use my favourite toy now. You can already add another orgasm for me to your spreadsheet...”
The next three weekends were more frustrating than anything before. She was serious about her plan to only let me cum once a month – or ten times a year, to be exact. She didn’t even bring the key when she visited me, probably to avoid the temptation of unlocking me. Nevertheless, she still insisted on me going down on her every day, with my dick straining in the cage and leaking precum. She was really loving and tender to me, always kissing me, touching me and holding hands with me. I never saw her this happy before and she obviously loved the whole dynamic.
——
Finally, the month in chastity came to an end. I couldn’t wait for my release and she knew it and enjoyed the situation to the fullest. On Friday, after I licked her as usual, I asked her for my release but she told me to wait a bit longer. On Saturday, she made me lick her twice but still refused to unlock me. “Let’s do it tomorrow.” I was so incredibly horny and frustrated. After I made her cum on Sunday morning – the fourth time this weekend – I begged for my release but she just told me to have “more patience”.
We spent the day in the city centre and had a nice lunch. I started getting nervous because I would have to leave later that day and I was afraid to spend another week without emptying my balls. Finally, in the late afternoon, she asked me to lower my trousers. She took my testicles in her hands, slightly squeezing them, and said, “I like how big and heavy they are. They must be full. Do you think one month is enough or should I make you wait longer?” I begged her to unlock me and let me cum and she pretended to think hard about it. Eventually she said, “Alright, you can have your little release. But only because you have been such a sweet boyfriend, always taking care of me and waiting so patiently for your turn. Get naked and lie down.”
I did as told and waited anxiously for her to unlock me. She left the room, and returned wearing only a top with spaghetti straps, with her hard nipples poking through the cotton fabric. She was naked down below, proudly showing off her fluffy bush with her beautiful vulva hiding underneath. She held the key in one hand and the bottle of lube that I brought in the other.
Minji sat down on my belly, facing my feet. I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch. She took the key and slowly unlocked me. My penis sprang free as she removed its metal confinements. I had a massive erection, with precum forming at the tip. “Does it feel good to have an erection again after one month?” she asked. I just moaned. She applied a liberal amount of lube on my throbbing dick. Then she touched me with just one fingertip, gently rubbing her finger up and down on my shaft.
“Oppa, don’t forget, the woman always comes first!” she said, despite knowing full well that I had already given her an orgasm in the morning. She moved backwards, from my belly to my chest, then stopped and wiggled her cute little bum in front of my face. I followed my instincts and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto my face. With my mouth I started ravenously licking her sweet pussy. Her anus pressed against the tip of my nose.
I slowly moved my left hand down and started touching my penis, which was yearning for stimulation, but I didn’t realise I did until she smacked my hand away and told me off: “What do you think you’re doing?” I continued licking her wet pussy and it didn’t take long until she came again, for the fifth time this weekend. After she caught her breath again, she got up and sat down between my spread legs, this time facing me. “Now it’s your turn, Oppa.”
I looked at her, waiting for something to happen. “Minji...”, I moaned, “I need to cum.” “Why don’t you wank off for me. You haven’t touched yourself for a really long time. I want to watch”, she said.
So I started masturbating while she sat between my legs and watched. I stroked my dick slowly, trying to make it last. Minji took my balls in her hand and gently squeezed them. I don’t know how long I managed to drag it out, but it can’t have been more than a minute or two. I exploded hard and the sperm landed all over my chest and belly. She watched and giggled.
“That felt nice, didn’t it, Oppa?”
“You wouldn’t believe it. It was a crazy. Such a powerful orgasm.”
She lied down next to me and stroked my chest, carefully avoiding the sperm drops. “I love you, Oppa.”
“I love you too, Minji.”
“I’ll get you a towel to wipe away your one month’s worth. And I’ll get you the chastity cage, too.”
——
Following that, Minji would only allow me one orgasm per month, leaving me strictly locked in chastity with no exceptions otherwise. I regularly went down on her, making sure she was always satisfied. Sometimes she also decided to masturbate in front of me. My sexual frustration clearly aroused her – the longer it had been since I last had come, the more orgasms she demanded for herself.
For most of my releases she gave me a handjob. Not every one of them was performed in a dramatic fashion; sometimes she just absent-mindedly gave me a few strokes while she watched a Korean drama in her pyjamas. The only time she allowed me to have sex with her was for my birthday (which of course counted as my release for that month).
Otherwise she didn’t seem to have much interest in classic penis-in-vagina intercourse. She told me that she simply preferred her vibrating dildo when she was in the mood for penetration. “Is it because it’s bigger?” I wondered. She just answered, “Even if you had the biggest penis in the world, you wouldn’t be able to last long enough to satisfy me after one month in chastity.”
I asked her if she could give me a blowjob, and added that I’d be happy wearing a condom like last time. But she replied that she found blowjobs “exhausting” and a bit “degrading”, even with a condom. I commented that I always gave her oral sex as well but she just laughed and said, “Yes, but for you a quick handjob is enough to make you cum. Also, you’re in chastity and I have the key, so I can decide what to do with your dick. That doesn’t mean I won’t ever give you a blowjob again, just that I’ll only do it on very special occasions.”
That was true. She stuck to her plan of giving me ten releases a year and didn’t unlock me during Locktober and No Nut November. When it was time for my release in December – after three months without any release – she rewarded me with a blowjob. I had to wear a condom and I only lasted thirty seconds but it was still an unforgettable experience and felt amazing. After she locked the chastity device back in place, she brought me back to earth by announcing that for the next blowjob she would require me to go a whole year without release!
Since then, a couple of years have passed. The good news is that she has never made me go a whole year without orgasm. The bad news is that she kept her promise and hasn’t given me another blowjob since then.
“She’s sleeping now”, I told my wife as I entered our bedroom, while picking up a toy I found on the floor. “She looks just like you when she sleeps.” Minji smiled and gave me a kiss. “Thank you, Oppa. You’re really good at bringing her to bed”, she whispered.
I brushed my teeth and joined Minji in our bed. “Same as always?” I asked her with a happy grin. “Why do you even have to ask?” she said and gave me another kiss. I moved below the thick duvet. She had already pulled down her knickers. “You can taste my pussy, but you’re not allowed to see it”, she reminded me. I took my time, first kissing her thighs and belly and rubbing my nose through her thick bush. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness underneath the duvet but I knew exactly what I was doing.
She came hard after ten minutes. She pulled up her knickers again before I removed the duvet and lied down next to her, holding her tightly in my arm and kissing her. “I love you, Oppa”, she said. “I love you, too, you’re the best”, I said back. We quietly cuddled for a few minutes until she suddenly looked at me.
“Oppa, wasn’t it your quarterly release day last week? I completely forgot about it.”
“Yes it was. But I know you don’t like it when I remind you.”
“You’re right. We agreed that you wouldn’t bring it up by yourself. Thank you, Oppa. Shall we do your release now?”
She sat down beside me and grabbed the key that was dangling from her necklace. She opened the lock and I removed the chastity cage, only leaving the base ring in place. “Okay, you’ve got three minutes”, she said as she lied down on her stomach and began scrolling on her phone. I quickly got the lube from the en-suite bathroom and kneeled above her legs. I started stroking myself while looking at her behind. Even though Minji was a petite woman, her bum was round and plump. Today she wore pink bikini knickers – very cute.
It didn’t take long and I came all over her bum. Minji looked up from her phone and commented, “1 minute 51 seconds, not bad. You can clean up now.” I kneeled down and starting licking up my three months’ worth of cum from her bum. “You know, it’s funny”, she commented, “that in all these years we’ve been together I have never ever tasted your cum, but you don’t mind eating it when I tell you to clean up. Actually, it’s not just funny, it’s really hot.”
Once my penis was flaccid again, I put on the chastity cage and she used the key to lock it again. “See you again in three months”, see said as she gave my caged penis a peck.
We cuddled again. “You know, we haven’t had sex since the pregnancy”, I said out of nowhere. I didn’t even know why I mentioned it because I already knew what should would say. “I know, Oppa”, she replied, “I hope you don’t mind. But you’re not completely pussyfree. You don’t get to put your penis in it, and you don’t even get to see it, but you still get to taste it almost every day. Thinking about it really turns me on.”
I smiled. I was happy because she was happy. “Do you still remember the last time we had sex? On my 26th birthday?” I went on. “I don’t really remember the sex itself,” she replied, “but of course I remember that the condom broke.” “And silly you thought it was a safe day because you had just finished your period”, I added. “Yes, but maybe it was all fate, or God’s plan,” Minji said and kissed me, “because otherwise we would have never had our beautiful daughter. And we would have never gotten married that quickly.”
She had a point. I still remembered that crazy day when she showed me the positive pregnancy test. At first we didn’t know what to do, but the following week I proposed to her.
“That’s true”, I agreed, “We got married just two months later, because you didn’t want your baby belly to show on the wedding photos.”
“So was that really the last time you were inside my pussy?” she asked. “Not just that”, I replied, “You haven’t even let me see it since then. You didn’t want us to have any kind of sex in the two months before the wedding, because you suddenly wanted to ‘wait until marriage’ and you didn’t let me out of the chastity cage in that time either. You said that on the wedding night I could have sex with you without a condom for the first time ever. But because I had been going without release for such a long time, I was way too excited and already came when you took the chastity cage off. You weren’t even naked.”
Minji laughed. “Oh yes, I remember! I never mentioned it to you, but that was the moment when I decided to keep you pussyfree. And I haven’t changed my mind yet in all these years.”
I hugged her tight and said, “I love you nevertheless, Minji.” “Me too, Oppa.”
I was just about to fall asleep when she started talking again.
“How does it feel to only get an erection once every three months?”
“I have gotten used to it. I don’t need erections to please you.”
“That’s true, they’re pointless. You’re much better at giving me oral sex. But how does it feel to know that you haven’t been inside my pussy for so many years now? Would it be okay if you never got to feel my pussy again?”
“That’s your decision. You own my dick and I love that you do.”
“Are you happy, Oppa?”
“I’ve never been happier.”
She kissed me and turned to the side in order to sleep. I turned to the side as well, now spooning her. She pushed her bum into my crotch as she liked to feel the hard metal of my chastity cage press against her.
“Oppa, I have one more question.”
“What is it?”
“What would you say if I never ever unlocked you again and threw the key away?”
I thought for a moment before replying. “I would say: thank you for being the best wife I could ever wish for.”