I haven’t visited this site in quite some time. I originally posted a more formal and thorough introduction in the foyer, but here I will provide some general background first, followed by an update on where my wife and I stand in our ongoing experiment.
We are a very happy married couple with two children. Our lives revolve less around sex and more around them, maintaining our home, working our jobs, and managing domestic life than it does around sexual activity. Sex became quite routine and infrequent during the early years of our relationship. We were somewhat dirty in bed; we experimented with bondage and spanking. We never switched roles—she is always dominant, and I am always submissive. However, even that dynamic became habitual, and we both grew sexually disinterested despite our lives being enriched by parenthood. I read about male chastity devices roughly four years ago. About two and a half years back, we purchased our first device: a birdlocked made of some soft polymer. It was okay, but you couldn’t wear it for more than a few days before hygiene became a serious issue. You simply cannot get completely dry after a shower, and moisture against the skin is not ideal. We still played with it in short intervals for over a year. I saw glimpses of how a longer term lock could improve our relationship. Even these shorter periods made us both more amorous. During that time, sex increased in pleasure, creativity, and frequency. When locked, I felt genuinely submissive to her.
It was nice, but when the device came off, my machismo returned quickly. She is not a woman prone to compromise; she likes things done her way. I can be a stubborn pain in the ass, so we would butt heads. We always argued over small matters like what to have for dinner—never big issues like where to live or how to raise our children—but it was annoying. I hate arguing with her, but I cannot help being a large male who is not naturally submissive outside of sex; only during intercourse do I enjoy submission. At work and within my family (with my father, sister, and brothers), I stand my ground. It became clear that if we were to survive long-term, she would need to lead, and I would need to follow. This realization drew us toward finding a solution for extended lockdown.
It was on this site that I learned about the second device we decided to buy. It appeared to be the most affordable package made of steel with custom fitting capabilities. We bought a Jailbird from Mature Metal. I used their website measuring guide and purchased the sizing rings. Initially, however, I could only keep it on for short periods—about a week before extreme discomfort set in. A phone call with Mature Metal resulted in us sending it back to have the outer ring resized and the gap increased, which solved the problem. Today marks two months since installation; I haven’t taken it off at all since we received the adjusted device back. It is extremely comfortable. I can exercise, play around with the children and dogs, and remain active without it interfering. I discovered a method to hold my penis head against the bottom of the cage, allowing me to urinate while standing, which makes using public restrooms or going outside camping feasible. There seems no reason for it to come off now. Overall, I am very pleased with both the device and Mature Metal’s customer support; I recommend them, specifically the Jailbird model, to anyone interested in being locked up. In my opinion, the Jailbird offers the best design among their products, allowing maximum air exposure and drying ability.
After two months, I am beginning to see consistent improvements in our relationship. We hardly ever argue anymore. In fact, I do not recall a single raised-voice disagreement during these past two months. My ego is subdued, which has helped me accept her will regarding the small things we used to fight over. Both of us are content with our peaceful domestic life.
There is more to it than that; it is difficult to cover everything in one go. I will start with domesticity. I have always assisted with household chores, as has she. Sometimes she felt I was not helping enough, and indeed, we both got lazy at times—one source of our petty arguments. The more submissive I feel, the more helpful I become domestically. To nurture this shift, for the last three weeks, I have stepped up my game to handle pretty much all chores around the house. In the morning, I rise, make the bed, fold clothes, exercise, shower, and head to work. Upon returning home, I start a load of laundry, cook and serve dinner, do the dishes, tidy up after the children, bathe them, and put them to bed—that is my daily routine. On weekends, I clean bathrooms, vacuum, dust, etc., keeping up with cleaning tasks not done daily. Seeing her relax—working on sewing (her hobby) or learning guitar (which I teach her)—and playing with our kids while I tidy the house makes me very happy. It feels good knowing she has more time to exercise, read, and enjoy life. She also possesses more energy and time for intimacy with me, which has been wonderful. Furthermore, the house has remained nice and clean these last three weeks, a rewarding state in itself. I cannot relax amidst clutter, so once my routine is complete and it is time to snuggle with my wife while watching Doctor Who, the house is orderly. Overall, becoming a complete domestic servant has provided the most surprising pleasure from this two-month lock up. I never imagined folding laundry could bring such peace and contentment, but it does. There is a subtle sexual submissive undertone to all these tasks, making them enjoyable enough that I look forward to finishing work and doing them.
