I’ve been reading this site for months without really imagining I’d become a regular in this scene. Traditionally, I’m the more dominant partner during sex, and my wife’s interest in kink has always been quite limited. That never bothered me much—she is incredibly attractive, our vanilla sex was great, and the small amount of kink we tried did scratch that itch.
Ever since we met, though, she has been the person I genuinely wanted to help unleash my submissive side. I trust her completely and love being vulnerable with her. Moreover, the physical attraction I feel for her sparks interests in me that weren’t there before. It always felt like a ‘just once’ moment where I’d want to know what it’s like having her truly take charge and put me in my place.
Last week, over wine, she brought up the idea. We’ve been struggling lately, and I had wrongly insisted on intercourse despite our difficulties. This seemed like a perfect way for her to take control of our sex life while simultaneously building intimacy and allowing her sexual needs to be met on her terms.
I was surprised when she agreed. Even more surprising is how much she seems to be embracing this lifestyle, fully engaging in taking charge. We ordered a metal cage with overnight shipping on Wednesday. It’s now Monday, and I’ve been wearing it ever since, except for two orgasms that were kind enough to allow.
We have already set the rules: she has complete control. No safe word to end our play, and there are penalties if I complain about my situation.
I haven’t felt this close to her in a long time. It’s incredible how just a few days caged can rewire your mind. Simply sitting on the sofa while rubbing the inside of her thigh feels more intimate than sex has for ages. Texting with her about all this makes my heart race like it hasn’t in years. There is a strange paradox where anything she does to make me feel helpless or embarrassed turns into a huge turn-on and source of happiness.
Of course, there are downsides. Being so new to this, just a couple days caged feels like an eternity right now. All I can think about is her body—not even for sex itself, but the things that obsess me: going down on her, feeling how wet she gets, or sitting on the floor kissing her feet. I’m slightly worried about adapting and focusing at work, though thankfully next week should be slower due to the holiday.
My plan from now on is to be the world’s best husband, hoping it makes her happy and earns me a couple of orgasms each week. I expect she’ll get off orally multiple times most days, which suits me fine.
There is still so much for us to explore regarding our power exchange dynamic. Honestly, I hope she takes advantage not just in sexual denial but also in general bondage and some light pain play. I truly believe that as we learn this new relationship dynamic, the more dominant she can be—and the more submissive I feel—the stronger our emotional connection will grow.
Right now, I am allowed to request orgasms. However, I’ve told her that when we have sex next time, it will mark the end of my right to ask for physical release without penalty—I’ll have to wait patiently and hope she offers on her own accord. I’m begging her to let me make love to her soon so I can forfeit this last bit of control.
It should be a fun ride. She plans to share our journey from her point of view via a journal at some point too.