Screwed, in a good way, sort of...

[UltraWhiteStar]

I tell a little story that happened in September to give some context and a lot of unnecessary details just for fun

As a birthday present, my wife decided that we should have a day to ourselves in a nice hotel room, our kid staying with grandma for the weekend. So, she packed some of her bedside toys, which raised my expectations sky high, and off we went to Amsterdam. After a lovely day in this city, we end up in a bar, not very crowded, at a small table enjoying some snacks and beers.
“We are going to take out my favorite toy tonight and put it to good use…” she says, and I feel the “joyous dribble” in my underwear. As usual, she enjoys her teasing and my squirming. Back in the hotel we quickly take turns in the shower and when I step out of the bathroom my wife slyly secures my hands behind my back with our handcuffs.
“All in good time” is her answer to my unspoken question. Then her lips and her fingers explore all to good spots on my body, her teeth bite painfully and I start to dribble on the floor. When she covers my mouth with kisses, I press my body against hers desperately. I feel the smile forming on her kissing lips and she slides down on her knees, her tongue exploring the gaps in the cage.
“Time for your present” she says and takes the cuffs off.
I lie on the bed while she begins to rummage in her luggage.
“The key isn’t here!”
“That is not funny.”
“No, it isn’t”
What ensues is two very horny people turning all the luggage upside down (where the key might be) and desperately searching all the cupboards and drawers of the hotel room (where the key really cannot be).
“It is just a ‘security screw’ and not a real lock. We just need a tool that fits.” My wife is the practical type and so we go through all available cutlery, toothpicks, forceps, interdental brush, two paper clips, folded aluminum foil, a ball-pen, my bicycle multi-tool (which always lives in my backpack), matches, a rubber band, chewing gum, and uncooked spaghetti. After maybe one and a half hours we concede defeat with my wife dryly commenting: “OK, that is one secure screw.”

We still had great sex and a wonderful second day in Amsterdam.

My question is: Did you ever have an experience like this (where trying to get the cage off is not cheating) and were you able to overcome the locking mechanism of your cage?

[Tongue+groove]

Not as of yet.

We started this 11 months ago and have had two overnight hotel stays. The first was a 6 hour drive one way. Before leaving she asked if she needed to take the key. Of course I said, hotel sex is the best sex.

After an exhausting drive she had lots of relaxing sex. I did get a piv edging but then she said she was done. Got up, cleaned up and went to the other bed to sleep. She apologized for leaving me with the used bed and said lockup asap. That was a bit of an eye opener for this journey.

On the second occasion it was after my first 30 day lockup. I had some edging and a ruin along the way. On the night of my big release I was all fired up and ready. It was an amazing time. Thought I might have a heart attack at the big moment. After we’re done she suggested that hotels should be the only time I can get piv cum. The look on my face must have been priceless. She got the biggest laugh. I protested that I hate to travel. She simply said, I know so what a great challenge for you.

Fortunately 57 days later I got another piv cum and it was at home.

I said all this because I couldn’t imagine only getting good old fashioned sex in a hotel 2 times a year and then not having a simple key.

Sounds like you created a night to remember though.

[Curiousrk]

Great story and memory. Nothing like that has happened to me. Like your bike multi tool, I carry a key in a lockbox with a combination code restricting my access… in my backpack.

[Tom Allen]

My wife has a habit of losing or forgetting the keys. This goes back to our early days when I had a padlock on my CB3000. She often left the keys in her desk at work "so I don't feel tempted during the week." But eventually she just never bothered bringing them home on Fridays, and being locked became my default.

Six years ago, before she made it permanent, we took a long weekend at a seaside motel a few hours away. After I had unpacked the toys, she suddenly blurted out "I can't believe I forgot the keys!" But the thing was, not only had she "forgotten" them, in the entire week before we left, she never once even thought about looking for them.

[UltraWhiteStar]

My wife has a habit of losing or forgetting the keys. This goes back to our early days when I had a padlock on my CB3000. She often left the keys in her desk at work "so I don't feel tempted during the week." But eventually she just never bothered bringing them home on Fridays, and being locked became my default.

Six years ago, before she made it permanent, we took a long weekend at a seaside motel a few hours away. After I had unpacked the toys, she suddenly blurted out "I can't believe I forgot the keys!" But the thing was, not only had she "forgotten" them, in the entire week before we left, she never once even thought about looking for them.

When we first used a chastity device for real (I had secretly played with several devices before that), it was during our long distance relation. I moved back to Germany while she stayed in the US for 6 months. I knew she was distressed about this separation and when I showed her a cage and proposed it as a solution, she asked if I could wear the cage as a"safety measure". I was horny and stupid to agree, after all, I already knew that I could wear this for extended periods, but I had no idea what a difference it makes when you suddenly cannot unlock at will. We prepared a little box with an emergency key and she sealed it.

4 months later, she had an appointment in Germany and we would meet in a hotel in Cologne for 2 nights. When I took a shower and she saw the cage it dawned on her that she had forgotten the key. Good thing, I had the emergency key with me. Well, it turned out, the key in the box was from one of my previous devices and did not fit at all... Until those two nights, we had no idea that she could have so many orgasms.

Fast forward 2 months, our first night after she moved in, we cuddle in bed, exhausted from a long day and I ask for the key, after all it has been 6 months! My so far vanilla girlfriend (now wife) squints at me sideways and says something like: "Do you remember Cologne? ...Why would I give you the key?"

[cuyahoga]

My wife “lost” the key once. We were at home, and she was so apologetic, but if I remember correctly, my suggestion of “Well, then I guess I stay locked until you find it,” was met with, “Don’t you have an emergency key? Didn’t you show me that?” So I broke the seal on the emergency key.

Dumbest part was that I knew where she “lost” the key. I know where her hiding place is, and at the time, I was wondering if she had really hidden it, so a couple of days before this happened, I had already peeked, and I knew it was there. The next day, I checked again, and yup, it was right where she’d been “hiding” it for a couple of years. It had simply slid a couple of inches further back under the stack of sweaters in her drawer.

I slid it back closer to the front, and a day or two later, surprise! she found it.

Now for the OP question … I have put some effort into defeating the Mature Metal JailBird security screw. I’m pretty sure I could, with the tools in my garage, but I didn’t want to tear it up just experimenting. I don’t think I could defeat it with the things you would find in most hotel rooms.