Locked in a Kennel: A Weekend of Double Confinement and Chastity Play

My girlfriend has been living with me for a year and a half, and while I have a very mild kinky sex life, I wish it were more intense. If I had my way, I would serve her hand and foot in whatever manner she desired without expecting anything from myself. However, I keep trying to show her the benefits of this lifestyle by doing as much as possible around the house: cooking, cleaning, laundry, lawn care, gardening—just everything I can do to pamper her. I want so much to be her slave. She has no problem with this and occasionally enjoys it; she just wishes she were a little more demanding, which she knows.

She is aware of my self-bondage history and lets me play when she is away. She allows me to enjoy myself as long as it does not interfere with her getting her fair share of sex. Since discovering the CB-3000 chastity cage, I showed it to her online and bought one; you can pretty much guarantee that I am locked up now. I get out about once a week for a day or two. The longest she has kept me chained is three weeks, after which there were three days of constant sex—it was great. She locked me up nine days ago; I am sexually frustrated but doing fine. Together we live on a large piece of property spanning 60 acres. I have owned it for years and spend as much time naked on the land as I do clothed.

I have this fetish: if I could be kept like an animal, in a barn, on a chain, or in a kennel, you would know what I am talking about. Several years ago, I built myself a small kennel that is about three feet tall, four feet wide, and six feet long. There is a roof over half of it to shield from sun and rain. The gate has a lock hasp, which is part one of my confinement setup. The second part is a cable that runs through the kennel then outside the gate for about fifty feet where the key to my locked-on collar awaits. All of this was designed so that I could not stand up, with the kennel being just big enough to lay down in. There are some bushes on the side between the cage and the house. You can’t really see it unless you are on the second floor looking out the kitchen window; this is by design.

I had refined my ice melt system to perfection; it never once failed. Now, understand that I want the confinement to last a long time—days—with a weekend being perfect. It involves a five-gallon bucket with the gate key frozen in the very bottom. In my deep freeze, I start by freezing about half a gallon of water at the bottom of the five-gallon bucket and placing the key on top. Then over the next few days, I add about a gallon of water until I have one large 40-pound block of ice.

The oversized funnel that I made accepts this complete block of ice; I just turn the bucket upside down and the ice slides out into the funnel. This stands outside and above my kennel, so there is no way for me to get to it to make it melt faster or assist in any manner. As the ice melts, water runs down into my metal water dish until eventually the key drops through. Tested and tried dozens of times or more; never failed.

Enough with the background…

Finally, a weekend to plan and play. My girlfriend was going out of town for a family reunion in two weeks, and since I am not part of her family yet, I get to stay behind and play. Get the bucket and ice ready! The two weeks passed quickly.

Early Saturday morning arrived, and I was extremely horny after being locked up for nine days. She rolled over and kissed me good morning. She had packed her bags the previous night so she could get up with minimal effort and be out the door after breakfast. When she asked what my plans were, I told her about a little confinement play until the key drops. She smiled, gently patted my locked-up cock, and said, “Don’t you mean double confinement?” I smiled back and told her this would be the first time doing it with my dick also locked up; it should be interesting.

A deep loving kiss later, she told me to be careful as I walked her to the car. My cock was straining against the cage, and my mind was racing a mile a minute as she drove off. I ran to the computer to check the weather to ensure it would be nice—mid-to-upper eighties during the day with lows in the lower seventies and only a slight chance of rain tonight.

It took me thirty minutes to get everything into place. I decided that I would extend the ice melting period by an undetermined amount of time. I wrapped the large ice funnel in a couple of old blankets and then slid a sleeping bag over the top. This should be interesting; in the past, it has taken about twenty hours max with these weather conditions, but essentially making it into a cooler means I had no idea how much extra time I added.

Everything went in its place, ready to go. I checked on the spare house key and confirmed it was there. I stripped through my clothes inside the door and locked it up. Going to the end of my cable run, I checked the key for the lock-on collar to make sure it is the right one. Placing the key on the end of the cable, I got down on hands and knees and locked myself down to it. Step one complete. For step two, I get inside, look around, and there is my food and water dish; everything is here. Pre-last lock jitters hit me again, and once more I take that last deep breath… click. I am now stuck until the key drops. Suddenly everything becomes very relaxed; no more worries.

The morning passes without anything abnormal. If my dick were not locked up, I would have masturbated at least twice by now, but all I can really do is play with my balls. That still feels good. Sometime after lunch, I hear a vehicle pulling up the driveway. It is my neighbor from down the road; he rings the back door bell and looks around. He goes out to the barn and calls my name but, believing that I am not there, gets in his truck and drives away. I held my breath and did not let it out until he was off the drive. Not thirty minutes later, another vehicle pulls up, this one unfamiliar; a lady gets out, sets a package next to the back door, and leaves. As she backs around, I see a US Mail sticker on her tailgate. She does not even look around as she drives off. That was the first time that has ever happened twice in one afternoon. Normally I can go days without a visitor; not today.

I can tell the blankets have slowed the melting down considerably as I drink out of my bowl. On one hand, I absolutely love this isolation and confinement; however, this time I cannot masturbate. No matter how much I try, I cannot get a good enough sensation going on inside this cage to bring myself to orgasm. It is becoming quite frustrating because I am not sure how many times I would have jerked off today if I were not locked up. Getting comfortable was not a big problem; I can stretch out on the slab of concrete and soak up what sun of the day is left. I am even able to get some sleep until the flies become active and start to bite. They always do this right before rain, cloud cover has started to increase considerably, and the unmistakable sound of thunder was off in the distance. Now this will be the first time I have been out here during a storm, so it should be interesting.

It rained, and rained hard all night, with the temperature dropping just enough to become uncomfortable. In the morning, I felt the sun on my bare skin as it came through the trees—a welcome feeling after most of the rain last night. I did notice that my water dish was full, but I wasn’t sure if it came from my ice block or the rain. I drank it all down and watched the end of the pipe; no water was dripping out. I feared that the key had somehow gotten stuck inside. It was several hours later when it started to drip again.

All day Sunday I just napped, swatted flies, and wished I could masturbate. I was getting more and more desperate for an orgasm. As evening began to fall but no key drop occurred, I kept hoping that as soon as my girlfriend gets home she’ll release me, and I’ll have my dick buried in her just a couple of minutes later. That was all on my mind right now.

I saw the lights bouncing off the front of the barn

then heard the unmistakable sounds of her car coming up the driveway. I started whimpering as she pulls into the garage and the door closes behind her. I see lights come on and could follow her around the house from room to room. About fifteen minutes later she comes out and sees me still in my kennel. I am so very glad to see her, when she looks down at me she asks how long have I been here, then why. After I tell her about my weekend and she just smiles. She starts walking away and says she’ll be right back. I know she is going to get the backup key to the kennel. When she returns she pulls out my empty food dish and scrapes what looks like table scraps into it, then shoves it back under the kennel fence, then tells me it is from the reunion. I ask if she’s going to let me out, her reply? Has the key dropped yet? Besides after her long drive home and she was tired and not feeling well and that sex was not on her mind and a good night’s sleep was. I get to stay out here until morning or until my key drops. On her way to the house she went down to the end of the cable and picked up the key to my collar. Sticking it in her pocket and says “good night doggie boy, I need a good night’s sleep, so no barking.” As she gets to the garage door I hear her say that she’ll call in sick for me tomorrow if the key has not dropped by seven am. I am so in love with her, I want to just…bark…Woof