Hi all. I’ve been watching this place for some time and have finally signed up as a member. About eighteen months back, male chastity caught my eye and really piqued my interest. I’d always had an inclination toward a submissive lifestyle and often tried to persuade my wonderful wife to join in, but those efforts usually fizzled out.
Chastity seemed like the perfect avenue to reconnect with her as her sexual desire waned. So, I purchased an inexpensive cage and brought it up. The response was what one might expect: surprise, horror, skepticism, and so on. I wore a poorly fitting cage for a while; it kept slipping off, and the attempt gradually faded away.
Nine months later came another affordable cage and another try. This time her reaction was slightly less hostile, but eventually, some intense gardening work led to its temporary abandonment.
Three more months passed, and the third cage seemed to hit the jackpot with fit. My wife also appeared a bit more accepting. A one-week confinement stretched into two after I refused release. Week two turned into week three because we were too exhausted after a dinner party. Then four followed quickly. After some playtime, she was actually annoyed that I hadn’t put it back in properly right away—an interesting and unexpected reaction.
Next up was lock-up number 2, which lasted for three weeks before more playtime occurred. When asked if she liked it, the surprising answer was yes; now the default is to wear it all the time unless she says otherwise.
Meanwhile, I’ve started a private Tumblr blog where I share things that amuse me, ideas I want to try, and challenges I find difficult. I told my wife about it as a method for us to communicate without making me seem like I’m dominating from below. I didn’t expect her to check it out, but during our last playtime, she gave me the choice between locking up again next week or Cumming and then doing a month-long lock-up—a suggestion based on one of my funny blog captions. So wow! That was another interesting twist.
Now I’m at the end of week 1 of this four-week period, and my wife is beginning to mention my predicament. Not quite as often as I’d like, but enough for me to feel like a fish on a line.
We’ll keep up the blog and see where things go from here. Exciting times ahead.
