I plan to use this blog as a space to discuss who I am, my marriage, how I submit, and the state of my chastity. Occasionally, I’ll also touch on my history, tracing it back through time. You might find some lengthy philosophical reflections here.
Who is writing? To borrow from the “About You” section of my profile: “An American living in Paris, working within software. Hobbies involve cooking, reading, and jazz (I’m a huge fan). Married for more than 30 years, I started an FLR back in 2013.”
As I write this now, eight years have passed since we formally began our female-led relationship. My wife and I both lead full lives, so the “FLR” aspect hasn’t always been the main focus of our thoughts, but we’ve kept it going steadily, and it has grown richer and more creative over time.
A couple of years before launching into an FLR, I realized that besides enjoying being spanked, I wasn’t quite a typical alpha male. Browsing online led me to explore the idea of male submission, and I saw myself in it. Deep reflection on my personal history provided plenty of evidence that this is truly how I am made.
Once confident about what I wanted, I told my wife I desired to be clearly submissive to her, explaining both submission and the concept of a female-led relationship. She agreed immediately. The fact meant she could have sex whenever she pleased without any reciprocal duty on my part won her over instantly, even though she was doubtful it would actually work out that way. I still remember when she first guided me into the bedroom to pleasure her while I went without release. She was thrilled, and I felt incredibly aroused.
Since then, I have been regularly servicing her as we call it. I remain dedicated to this lifestyle and content with it. Surprisingly, intercourse became a rare option for me very quickly. It has now been at least two years, maybe three—I can’t quite recall! She doesn’t seem to mind the absence.
I should mention that while writing this, I am 60 and she is one year older, so her post-menopausal status might explain why she misses intercourse less. But honestly, I’m not sure. The same result could have occurred if we had started twenty years earlier. Who knows?
We were already using orgasm control during our sexual play. This naturally led me to consider cage chastity. I tried a low-cost plastic model first; it was useless. Then came the CB6000. It felt uncomfortable and didn’t fit well, nor did my wife or I care for its appearance. I wore it intermittently but never consistently for long periods. We put the idea aside for a while. I had been interested in getting a custom metal device made, though they were pricey. When some unexpected money came into my pocket recently, I went ahead and bought one from Mature Metal: a Jail Bird.
I have worn the cage since February this year. Initially, I was allowed to take it off for sex sessions. My wife usually brings me release manually every week or two. She also had me remove the device during my daily shower at first.
Eventually, I settled into a fortnightly schedule. Also, my wife realized that keeping the cage on while showering kept me clean enough. Now, except when allowed an orgasm during specific sessions, I wear it 24/7.
Lately, she has become stricter with my wearing time, adding extra weeks in one-week increments whenever she is annoyed by my behavior. Currently, I am enduring the longest such period yet—first she gave me two separate weeks for somewhat arbitrary (in my view) misdeeds, then a consecutive two-week sentence for a worse offense. That brought my total to six weeks. Two of those had passed when this morning, shortly after servicing her, she decided I used an insolent tone while disputing something she said and added another week—making it seven! It has been about a month now, with three more weeks left to go. This is the longest stretch without orgasm since I first discovered them at age thirteen!
Despite the strong frustration, I am certainly happy that my wife holds control. Even better, in bed this morning after I serviced her, she asked how I was feeling. I described just how intensely horny I was. She wanted details and really enjoyed hearing them out. She cackled with delight and rubbed her bottom against me while running teasing hands over my body. I found myself writhing. Her evident enjoyment of the situation marks an acceleration in our chastity dynamic.
OK, More on another day…