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Last night was one of the most sexually charged nights of my life. It was insane. We did not have sex, and hardly touched as we lay in bed. Yesterday, I sent her the copy that I have posted in the introduction section of CM. She was amazingly open to considering this new dynamic. I was bowled over. For 8 years we have lived as a 24/7 D/s couple where she did my bidding and worked to please me. I thought my email revealing this side of me, this exposed truth, would rock her foundation and unsettle her. On the contrary; she seemed up to it, cautioning only that it would take some getting used to and she would need help in learning to say no to me. I sent her the link to Lucy Fairborne’s book, “Male Chastity: A Guide for Keyholders” and asked if she would get it. “Got it” she let me know a few minutes later. This sent a chill of exquisite anticipation through my body, as I sat at my desk in my office. I asked her during the day if there was anything she wanted to request of me. She responded that hearing that question was a new one for her, but yes, she would adore it if I prepared a meal for the two of us. That evening, we sipped our drinks in the kitchen while I prepared a vegetarian casserole. At first, we talked about our day, other people and their drama, and our plans for the weekend. While we waited for the dish to bake in the oven, I sat down with her Kindle and began to read out loud to her the introduction portion of the Fairborne’s book. It was amazing how so many of the stated points about what led men to entertain being chaste hit the mark for me. In my day-to-day life, I was a leader, the Alpha male, and always in charge. There was an attraction to yielding that to the woman in my personal life. There is a section early on in the book that tells the reader that if they are the male seeking chastity, they best put the book down and let the Key Holder read the remainder. I joked as I read that section out loud that I could continue reading for her. “No, it says you should put the book down, and I will read the rest.” It was somewhat electric. After 8 years, to hear my pretty submissive wife rise right up to meet the challenge of taking a KH role was really something. I smiled, and put down the Kindle. We are attending a kink festival in a few months. The dress I ordered for her was out of stock, so she spent some time online browsing for replacement options. She found a beautiful latex dress by Honoure in the UK. She asked if I would measure her to check for sizing on the site. She returned to the kitchen and dropped her black dress from her shoulders and stood naked in front of me, hands raised at the side so I could begin the first measurement of my chest. It was incredible. Her full heavy breasts, smooth pussy, and muscled legs screamed out at me. Since the birth of our baby, she has been self conscious about being naked around me. And yet, here she was, standing boldly naked in front of me. My cock ring-constrained dick throbbed quickly into a raging hard on. I dropped my pants to be naked from the waist down. I measured her bust, waist, and hips. The grazing of my cock on her smooth skin was fantastic! I couldn’t exactly tell, but she appeared to be taking some enjoyment in it all. I told her I wanted to get the dress for her. While she tried to place the order, she held on to my hard cock, squeezing it with one hand. I nearly passed out. We both must have laughed at the two of us. She was still asking if she could take a sip of her wine or run to the bathroom as our current D/s protocol dictates and we were talking about her ensuring I became chaste. We enjoyed our dinner and then watched an episode of a series we enjoy. I typically sit in my leather armchair while she reclines on the couch. About halfway in to the episode, I went and fetched her another glass of wine. The task of topping off our wine glasses had always been reserved for her. I returned and placed her bare calves over my lap as I sat with her on the couch. While we watched, I caressed her skin. The contact seemed to be magnified. It was fantastic. We turned in for the night. When she began reading the Fairborne book again in bed, it sent quivers through my engorged and constrained cock. She looked over at me and smiled. “I am not sure I can get comfortable with having you do things for me. I have always served you.” I reassured her that we’d go wherever it felt comfortable for both of us. She admitted rather shyly that she would love for me to prepare dinner each Friday, and regularly rub her feat. “Done!” I said happy she had managed to articulate a want of her own, and happy that I could happily comply. As we lay there in the dark, my hand resting on her naked thigh, I felt like I was plugged into a nuclear power source. The contact, separation, anticipation, conversation, and feeling of being constrained, all collided to cause my cock to throb almost, almost unbearably. It was delicious. Throughout the night, I drifted in and out of sleep. Woken by the hardness between my legs. Feeling drops of precum ooze from the tip. Knowing I had to sleep, I thought of drive shafts, preparing food, cleaning the car….anything to move my thoughts and throbbing from my cock. But no less than 30 minutes later, I would awake from the dreamy haze to shift position to accommodate a pulsing iron rod. She awoke to go to the bathroom. She returned to bed, and flipped the sheet between her thighs expose her naked ass and thigh. I moved my hand to begin to caress it. Unbelievably, her hand moved almost immediately to take my hand away and lay it between us. I was stunned, yet thrilled. Had my sub just denied me the pleasure of caressing the body that has been my property for 8 years? I smiled to myself. This denial thing was going to be big! Laying there next to my beautiful wife, thinking about all the things we have experienced, and would continue to experience and feeling the delicious ache of my cock, it was like I was on some sort of unique high. Never experienced any night like it. I could not sleep any longer and was happy to see it was 7am. I got up and fetched our son to give him breakfast. My KH to be sleeps peacefully in our bed.