Vows

"M...Molly, what...what are you doing in here?" I asked my bride, finding her waiting for me in the hotel room I had the night before our wedding.

"This is a big commitment, I...I guess I just want to be sure."

"Marriage is always a big commitment," I said. "The whole 'till death' thing."

"That's not the commitment I mean," she said.

"Molly..."

"Don't," she said, "this is a big deal."

"Molly," I said again.

"I mean it," she said, "don't do this thinking after we're married I'll change my mind or you'll wear me down or something like that. I'm as serious now as when we first started dating, as serious as I was when you proposed."

"I...I know," I said, "I...I just...I mean...I just though after we got married..."

She shook her head. "No," she said, "nothing changes after we get married, nothing. If anything, it's more serious then, much more serious. That's the whole point of the cage. Pussy free means pussy free. It doesn't mean pester me, pressure me, try to wear me down. It means what it always meant, we aren't doing that. Not then, not now, not ever."

"Mary, you make it sound like you're never unlocking it," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"That's exactly what it means," she said. "Not never, like never, never...if you need to go to the doctor or if there are any medical issues, or if we change sizes. Not permanent, but indefinite."

"Mary," I groaned softly.

"It was one thing to unlock it when we played around after we got engaged, but I told you after we got married, no more of that. No more erections, no more ruined orgasms, no more stroking it, no more touching it. I told you after we got married it belonged to me and I mean to see it caged."

"I just...I've never...I've never been inside a woman and..."

"Hon, that's part of what I love about you. You don't know; you'll never know. It will always be a mystery. You can touch me, you can taste me, but you can never be inside me. Never."

"Not...not even on our wedding night?" I asked, betraying what I'd hoped for, that she'd relent, even just for one night.

"Especially not on our wedding night," she said.

"I just...it's been two months, I can't stop thinking about...about it...I just can't stop thinking about you," I said.

"And there's the point of the cage," Molly said.

"I'm so...so sore," I said, thinking about the pressure in my balls, the almost constant leaking.

"I told you I'll take care of than after we're wed, didn't I? I'm not cruel, of course I'll take care of that."

"How?" I asked, understanding too late. "Molly!"

She smiled. "Regular milkings are part of a loving chastity relationship," she said. "At first, clinical, just to relieve pressure, but eventually, you'll come to enjoy them, come to associate them with sexual pleasure, forgetting what it was like before you were caged."

"Mary..."

"When you promise to honor and obey, think about that," she said, "think about the cage. Our guests don't have to know it, but you understand you're promising to honor and obey not just generally, but on that, specifically."