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“I wish we had started doing this years ago!” Those were her exact words to me last night. This is my attempt to share our journey with you: where we’ve come from, where we hope to go, and how we manage things day by day. I hope you enjoy reading it.

First off, let me say that my wife of 23 years is my keyholder. She’s my fantasy girl, my dream girl, my world—she has put up with me and indulged almost every fetish I’ve thrown at her. We’ve talked about it and agree that we were heading towards this lifestyle for a long time without realizing it. What do we want? Well, we’d like an FLR where she is in control and has the final say on all decisions. I will be chaste and denied. I know, it sounds just like what everyone here wants.

So let me start with our backstory.

About ten to twelve years ago, when we were first getting into vaginal fisting, we had plain old vanilla PIV sex. She was extremely turned on and wanting an orgasm, but my penis wasn’t doing it for her. In a very frustrated tone, she told me she couldn’t feel my dick and wanted me to put my hand in her. To my surprise, this turned me on like never before. I indulged her and finished her off with my hand, resulting in a beautiful orgasm. This peaked my interest in SPH, which led me to find these interesting little cages called CB3000s. I thought it would be wonderful to have my penis locked away and unused but still enjoy the pleasure of watching her orgasms. However, I couldn’t justify spending money on a toy.

This led me to experiment with several homemade devices which failed miserably.

I eventually put chastity on the back burner because I had found the wonderful world of BDSM—thanks in part to the internet. We purchased several books on the subject, read them, and got to work. She soon realized she liked whipping me, and I liked being whipped. But I had this fantasy worked out in my head where she was a domineering goddess who must be obeyed. Well, that just isn’t who she is, so I started topping from the bottom. She tried her best, but I decided I was losing myself and didn’t want to remain a cowering submissive. Yet, that desire to be denied remained.

About this time, the CB6000s came out, and I had to have one. The order was placed, it arrived, and I tried every combination possible. But either I couldn’t get comfortable or it was too easy to escape from. The reason is that my left testicle is much smaller than my right because it didn’t descend properly when I was younger, requiring an operation to lower it. This left me very frustrated. I wanted so badly to be denied and locked away while my wife received all the sexual pleasure she desired.

This led us to try outercourse, which eventually became our primary means of sex. I would lie on top of my wife with her legs together, dry humping her legs. She would talk to me, telling me that my dick wasn’t big enough to satisfy her and mentioning how much she’d like to have sex with better-hung men. Oh yes, I also have a fantasy of being cuckolded. I know… I’m a damn pervert!

Over the next few years, we averaged about 10 times a year having traditional PIV sex. Recently, we kicked it up a notch; in the last year, we haven’t had any PIV, and in the last 17 months, I have penetrated her only once. She tells me she doesn’t miss my penetration. One time, when I asked for complete honesty—telling her that if she felt neglected and needed traditional sex, I would gladly accommodate it—her exact words were: “If I want to have sex with you, I’ll have sex with you.” Then I asked so you don’t miss traditional sex? She said, “Think about it. Haven’t I asked for it?… No, I don’t miss having that little thing in me.”

Back to chastity. As the outercourse phase went on, I experimented with different ways to make belts to hold the CB in place. Finally, I came up with a belt made of chain that would keep the CB6000 secure and very difficult to escape from. I started wearing it once for about a month but became frustrated having to remove it daily for cleaning. Even after just one day, there was a foul, disgusting smell, which wasn’t quite right for us.

Enter the Mature Metal Jailbird… it seemed like the answer to my fantasy. But we couldn’t justify spending the money on something that might not work. I believed I could make it work with my homemade belt. I read about it here and relayed all the good reviews to my wife.

Finally, after almost a year of thinking about it, I said hell with it and ordered one. Keep in mind, I was denied PIV throughout the entire decision process. It arrived on 9/22/14 and, with the exception of eight days, has been in place and performing wonderfully. My last orgasm was on 10/11/14—an accident caused by teasing going too far. My lovely KH says I definitely won’t be having another one this year. To be honest, I don’t want one.

Sorry for the long first post! I felt it was important to explain how we got here so that we can write the rest of our story yet to come. My wife is a member here as well, and I hope she will help me tell the rest of the tale.