For the last three months or so, my wife has always handcuffed me before unlocking the cage and took them off only after locking me back up and hiding away the key. She has not been this strict before since we both enjoy chastity.
She cuffs my hands behind the back of the chair. I mock struggle a bit.
Me: "you know I could caress and massage you if you would not restrain me."
She: "yes, but you are unlocked."
Me: "you can lock me up afterwards."
She: "Sure, but I would miss that look on your face. The one that says how much you want to touch yourself. The one you sometimes have in the bathroom when you shower and you think you are alone."
She caresses the air around my penis, not touching.
She: "I like these rare moments when I know that I am the only person in the world to ever touch this..."
I strain against the handcuffs as she slightly touches.
She: "...and you realise, that you cannot slip my control!"
Not in control.