After you come clean about cheating on me but begging to stay in a relationship, I ponder it and call a meeting. I say that's fine, but on the condition of being in a female led relationship where I make all the rules. You desperately agree, not wanting the people we know to find out about your infidelities and embarass you, since they love me so much. After all, I'm way above your league. So naturally, I tell you to keep from further indiscretions, I got you a pink anti cheating chastity cage we are going to be opening, trying on you, and you'll be wearing whenevert uou aren't with me. You hesitate, but them remember the stakes. And, well, my sexy new lingerie and the makeover I went through. It's too much to bear so you agree, albeit reluctantly. We size you after exploring the devices design. It's a pinchy and uncomfrotable process, but you follow along as it's your only option. I take the time after you're in to tell you you'll be locked in for only me to have the specialized key to remove it. Ad, of course, you'll have to earn your ability to get out and ever cum again at all. After all, why would I fuck a cheater? Hell, I could have my choice of fucking people now to remind you of what you put me through. What would it feel like being locked in chastity as your newly made up girlfriend went to go get fucked by others?