Our first time trying chastity didn’t go according to plan [Cuckold perspective] or did it.

My wife [36] and I [37] decided to move to the next stage of cuckolding after she had played with a few new guys. One of her bulls had been texting my wife and suggested a cock cage for me, my wife loves the idea of control ever since she had admitted to cheating on me and gaining her sexual freedom. So obviously this was a huge opportunity for her to indulge in her power over me.

Her bull had suggested a metal cage for me, but my wife did her due diligence and researched everything she could. Her final decision was on a micro style pink cage, she wanted me truly humiliated in front of her bulls. She bought the cage, the strap, read everything she could to know how to fit me with it. Her favourite idea was long term wear and denial.

The cage arrived in the mail while I was at work, my wife laid it out on the bed in our room ready for when I got home to put it on. I knew it was coming that day and was just as excited to try it out as she was. I showered and immediately moved to the bedroom for my wife to fit me.

Even with all the research the process was not easy, or painless. We managed to pop my testicles through but had a hell of a time fitting my albeit small but hard cock through the ring too. Eventually we got there, we just forced the cage over my hard cock eventually not pinching at the end. I was uncomfortable to start, but my wife was so happy to see me locked away as she believed I deserved.

We did this for a few days, eventually deciding that a Friday night would be great to try long term and overnight wear, for a whole weekend. The Friday night was somewhat uncomfortable, my balls hurt, the pressure of the cage was waking me constantly. It all subsided and I persevered, Saturday was much easier than the night before, I did some yard work, cleaned around the house and washed the car.

That night something was different, I had a massive pain in my left testicle. Constant and unbearable, my wife immediately moved to remove the cage and was shocked at how large my testicle was. We could not remove the ring as the pain was too much and it simply wouldn't slide off. We rushed to the emergency department, where it felt like an eternity to be seen.

As we sat there, me in unbearable pain, my wife was reading up about my symptoms. She believed I may have testicular torsion, and asked at the desk if we could be seen anytime soon. The whole process took about 5 hours from the time we left home until the doctor finally saw us. He immediately organised surgery, however it took another 4 hours before I was prepared. All in all, from the initial pain and swelling to moving to surgery was about 11 hours.

At that time, my testicle was going to die. We had waited too long and the situation was not treated with enough concern at the hospital. They removed the dead testicle and left me with a lonely single ball. When I woke up from surgery the doctor explained everything and was very aware that the hospital had failed in this case. My wife had just come in at that point and I explained to her what had happened.

Needless to say we went through some tough times after. I was super insecure and my wife had put her extramarital activities on hold for a while. We have returned to the lifestyle since and thrive again, albeit with some new kink to play with. My wife loves to make fun of my lonely little ball, at my insistence, as in her words kind of makes me a lesser man.

We also have learned from the experience and have been using cock cages for the last 4 years. The ring was way too small, allowed for no real blood flow. Now the same ring is too loose and I have had to downsize.