Of all the content on these forums, I absolutely love journey posts. They convey a raw, uncensored authenticity through their honesty and emotional openness.
My partner and I met back in summer 2013, and since then we’ve been battling an urge to be together constantly. We are mature enough to balance our roles as parents and professionals while still savoring each other’s company. What works so well for us is the mutual space we allow one another to succeed in life; this freedom actually enhances our time together, making it truly incredible. I think she is amazing in many ways—I managed to find a woman who not only meets but exceeds my expectations (I couldn’t have built her up any more than she already was). What a lucky guy! And even luckier that she feels just as fortunate with me. We share so much love.
My experience with chastity has mostly been driven by curiosity rather than deep practice. It really kicked in during the Christmas holidays when we were living apart for a bit. Both of us have always enjoyed masturbation, but somehow we both decided to abstain while separated and savored that built-up energy together. Our reunion was definitely intense!
A few months later, I was browsing sex toys and jokingly mentioned the CB6K. She called it interesting, and after some thought, I ordered one a couple of weeks on. We experimented with wearing it occasionally, but she prefers sexual intimacy—I just happen to enjoy orgasms too much for her liking. Still, she did suggest that if I wanted to take it seriously, I should get a steel CD for hygiene reasons. So I did! However, her initial curiosity faded as life went on.
This past weekend, I wore an HT2 and mailed the key back to her. She had only gotten a few hours of sleep over the last three nights, so I sent her a message promising she’d get good rest that night. Although she planned for intimacy on Friday evening, it felt like a new adventure for both of us right there.
I have to emphasize: my Lady is the most accepting and least judgmental person I know, without exception. Friday ended up being more about sharing chores than sex, but she was giggling at me, remarking how funny it looked that I locked myself away when I could easily be getting laid instead.
Saturday proved more intriguing. Our chat naturally drifted toward chastity. She repeated her view that it seemed silly, though noted that if a man has this kink, why should a woman complain about him saving himself for her? But she wanted to understand the ‘why.’ Oh right, she holds a psychology degree.:) We exchanged ideas and eventually landed on the idea of power dynamics. Locking myself up and giving her the key symbolized trust and devotion; I want her to have the choice over sexual authority as much as possible. This resonated with her greatly. She added that many women dislike it when their men watch porn because it diminishes her control. Then she thanked me for the gift and told me to go home and retrieve the second key. That night, we had our first real disagreement—a misunderstanding, really. We’ve been collaborating on a project together, and I was frustrated because our communication wasn’t clicking as well as I hoped. She thought I was upset with her personally.
Sunday morning allowed us to clear things up before she wanted make-up sex. Yes!! We had two hours before the kids returned home. She managed four orgasms while I held back, enjoying watching her pleasure. Unusually, she reached down and grabbed me. When I asked if it hurt or made her sore, she replied, “No, just making decisions.” Let me go through several more start-and-stop cycles until she finally pulled me one last time and said, “All done!” Well, not quite finished yet. She switched to giving me oral sex to bring me back up again, then told me to lock it.
Monday night, she asked how I was holding up. I was enjoying the horny high, feeling that need to release but absolutely loving just being near her. She smiled and asked, “Are you resentful?” “Not at all,” I said. “Good!” Then came a lot of playful verbal teasing which really got her worked up. Afterward, she unlocked me, we showered together, and she went wild on me—wonderfully so.
Tonight as we were talking, I believe she mentioned that we could use the cage again in about two weeks once our busy schedules calm down a bit. I didn’t catch it perfectly at first; then she clarified that waiting later is fine too.
I don’t know exactly where things head from here. But whatever happens, it will be with plenty of love, trust, and mutual respect.