My wildest experience? Easily the one right before our wedding.

My (now) wife and I had decided we were going to start trying for a baby on our wedding night, but in true kinky fashion, she made me earn it. She locked me in chastity for a full month beforehand. Yep, a whole damn month: no touching, no edging, just pure denial. I was caged on the plane, caged through airport security, caged while we explored London. The constant frustration made me absolutely feral for her. She loved it.

Right before we left for our destination wedding in Scotland, I took her to a strip club - her first ever. She played her usual role: a sweet, demure little sub-wife, quiet but watching everything. We ended up sitting with this random Asian guy who looked completely shocked that a Chinese woman (my wife) was not just there, but clearly into it. Most of the dancers kept their bottoms on (tame compared to Canadian clubs), but the energy was still hot.

Finally a stripper we liked hit the stage, someone with great body, great tits, and most of all: she looked like she was enjoying it So we asked for a couples’ dance. Back room. No bottoms. She gets right up in our faces, pussy out, clit close enough to kiss. Midway through, my wife casually tells her I’m caged—right now. Shows her the key. Says I couldn’t get hard even if I begged. The stripper lit up. She called my wife a dirty girl and looked at me like I was the kinkiest pet she’d ever seen. “You gave her control over your cock? That’s so fucking hot,” she moaned in my ear

Needless to say, the walk back to the hotel was tense. My wife let me out of the cage just long enough to rub myself on her like a desperate animal. She even gave me her own slutty stripper routine, teasing me to the edge before locking me back up.

We got married a few days later—and didn’t take long to seal the deal. She was pregnant not long after. Mission accomplished.

Still one of the hottest weeks of my life.