Honeymoon in a Cage: My Husband’s Gift to Me
Our honeymoon wasn’t the typical kind you see on Instagram. Sure, there were sunsets, cocktails, and hotel sheets that smelled like fresh linen. But the real twist? My husband spent the entire trip locked in his chastity cage.
I still remember snapping that tiny lock shut in our hotel room the first night. He looked nervous but also thrilled. For me, it was intoxicating—knowing he had given me that control, that his pleasure was in my hands. Every time he shifted in his swim trunks by the pool or leaned in close during dinner, the cage was our secret. Nobody else had a clue.
Traveling with him caged was easier than I thought. A little discreet packing, a lockable travel pouch for airport security, and he was good to go. Honestly, I found it fun watching him carry my bags, open doors, and stay laser-focused on me. His cage wasn’t just metal—it was a constant reminder that he was mine, fully and completely.
By the third day, I noticed something: he was more attentive than ever. Massages without being asked, breakfast in bed, compliments that felt heartfelt instead of routine. It wasn’t about sex anymore—it was about me being his priority. And the longer he stayed locked, the sweeter he became.
Our honeymoon ended with the same lock clicking open. But by then, I knew chastity wasn’t just a vacation game—it was something we’d carry into our everyday life. That little cage turned our honeymoon into more than a getaway. It made it unforgettable.
