Introductions discussion

I’ve been following the forum for a few weeks and have chipped in occasionally, but I don’t want to remain invisible anymore, so hello. My wife and I are seven years into our relationship and five years married. Kink has always appealed to me, as has having submissive feelings toward women—feelings that go back as far as my memory serves. When we first met, I brought her into the world of kink; or rather, I helped broaden what was already a kinky outlook she had. We swapped roles often, and I picked up some knowledge about bondage while topping her. She adores shibari, and even though I’m hardly an expert, we’ve shared wonderful moments experimenting together, swapping dominance, and visiting local dungeons for hire. After marriage and the arrival of children, life naturally got in the way. Anyone with very young kids knows how easy it is to lose that spark when you’re perpetually exhausted. Fortunately, we are emerging from those sleepless nights and reigniting our passion. A big help has been my cb3000 hitch I’ve owned for years. Before we met, she used it occasionally as a temporary toy, but now its role has grown. Last December, I put mine on one night before bed. My wife noticed, and we discussed me wearing it more regularly. Since I masturbate frequently, which takes my attention away from her, I saw this device as a way to give that focus back to her. Surprisingly, she loved the idea and actually sent me off to work in it the next day—a scenario I used to fear because the visible bulge makes me quite self-conscious. Work went well; no one accused me of being perverted or fired me on the spot! The effect on me was remarkable: I couldn’t stop thinking about her. We talked that night while I prepared for a short business trip away from home over two nights. Initially, I thought it impossible to go without release, but since everything felt comfortable down there and my wife agreed (replacing the metal padlock with plastic—keeping nail clippers handy just in case), off I went. The time apart was intense and truly wonderful; she got as aroused by me as I did by her. She even masturbated for the first time in ages, letting me know about it to heighten the tease. Upon returning home, I expected release, but she said no. This was despite my work Christmas party on Friday night, where many colleagues might have spotted me at the pub. She didn’t mind and sent me away locked up once more. No one noticed, and she kept me confined until the following weekend when she granted a release—and oh boy, it felt incredible. That single release meant far more physically and emotionally than simply jerking off like an eager teen every day. We took a break over Christmas and read extensively about content. We discussed the idea of female lead relationship (flr) deeply; it feels right because I am naturally submissive to women, while she is naturally bossy (though she still loves being topped in bed). After lengthy debate regarding the ‘five food groups’ model, we decided a formal structure might be too rigid for us. Instead, we chose to keep things light: I stay locked up, with her controlling all my orgasms unless she explicitly permits one. Financial control seems a bit much right now; besides, as she put it (not me), she’d get bored if she had total dominance constantly. She has treated me well. I’ve been let out several times—roughly once weekly—as long as I provide pleasure three or four nights a week and help with housework. In fact, my longest time out was only 48 hours, yet she mentions preferring me locked up because “more work gets done”. Once, she punished me after letting me out for release and allowing one more wank before bed (which I skipped due to fatigue but did in the morning). She took offense since it wasn’t what she’d ordered. So back into confinement I went. The next evening, they replaced my cb spacer with medium Intruige points. She made me kneel in the bathroom while watching her shower, after applying deep freeze gel to my exposed balls. When she emerged, she let me wear one of her panties (which doesn’t excite her much but drives me wild) and had me pleasure her orally. While playing with my nipples and kissing me—oh god, I’ve never felt such pain in my cock before! My bulging member pressing against the points nearly immobilized me; tears filled my eyes and my whole body shook. She warned that if I didn’t make her reach orgasm using only my mouth, she would keep those points in place indefinitely. After several necessary pauses to prevent my dick from feeling torn apart by those cruel points, I succeeded. She released me with the condition that I never climax without permission unless I want another such punishment. Honestly, I was shocked at just how severe it was and how psychologically intense it felt having her punish me so decisively, making it clear in no uncertain terms that this is her cock to use as she pleases. I spend most of my time confined now, naturally refraining from touching myself without permission when out. I am utterly amazed by what my already stunning wife has done for me. Words fail me in expressing gratitude that she accepted my chastity and embraced her role as key holder; now, not wearing the device feels like something is wrong. We are considering a holy trainer because they appear more comfortable and discreet. She prefers the pink model but wants to integrate chastity into our everyday routine. So hello again, and thank you to my wonderful wife whom I love dearly. Perhaps she will join these forums one day too. Oh, I must mention I’ve been reading lots on lately—a great site! Best wishes, Eillydray xx