Introductions discussion

“Mrs. C’s Property” - An Introduction My Key Holder and I have dipped our toes into the Chastity waters for a little over a month. We discovered Lock n Keep first, but we’ve only been visiting this forum since yesterday; it feels slightly more lively there. Mrs. C appreciates that there are active women here as well. Here is an introduction to us and our story. Mrs. C (also known as Queen Candace) and I have shared over two decades of marriage. Our sexual relationship has had its highs and lows, much like any long-term couple. We’ve enjoyed intimacy indoors and out, in bed and in public, sometimes bound and gagged, lying down, bent over, or standing up. It’s remained engaging, and the spark is still there after all these years. However, nothing we did before quite prepared me for this experience.

I was away on a ten-day business trip. On the final evening, I found myself longing for her deeply, so I texted to ask if she would shave herself down below. For us, that has become an unspoken signal meaning I am coming home aroused and eager. I trimmed my pubic hair and shaved my scrotum too before heading to bed. Sleep was elusive; at 3:30 AM, thoughts of her kept me awake.

Recently, she felt our sex life hadn’t been quite satisfying for her. She often complained that I didn’t take enough time with her, acting selfishly and just wanting to reach orgasm quickly. To be fair, there was truth in this; the source is obvious—when it gets difficult, my genitals seem to have their own will! (A surprise? Not really!) My primary focus becomes reaching climax. Wanting to please her, I wondered what would happen if I couldn’t release until she felt fully satisfied and ready. What woman wouldn’t love that?

That’s when the idea of a Chastity Belt entered my mind. I went online immediately to learn how they functioned and their price range. The next day, while she was at work, I bought one.

It is worth noting that I genuinely thought I had purchased it for her! But when I presented it to her that evening, she accused me of being self-centered again, buying a toy primarily for my own enjoyment. I tried to explain that I was thinking only of her—that she could release me whenever and however much she pleased.

So, I began kissing all over her body. With my penis constrained in the cage and unable to harden fully, I felt a different kind of urgency yet also freedom from the usual pressure to perform. Unusually, she begged for intercourse with me. When she finally unlocked me, we devoured each other like teenagers!

The next morning, she wore a mischievous smile. As we enjoyed the afterglow of our night together, she asked to see the CB. She seemed genuinely curious about how it worked and put on the lock softly while pretending to inspect it. When I suggested removing it, she questioned me: “Didn’t you say this was for me?” She added that perhaps she’d like me to wear it today, maybe even doing it again tonight.

Wear it all day and then do it like that again? Why not? We were excited throughout the day, unable to stop talking about our new toy. She researched Male Chastity online and recommended some websites for me to explore later.

That evening didn’t go exactly as planned. It started well; I kissed her everywhere and pleasured her selflessly, but when my turn came for release, she declared she had enough and suggested tomorrow instead—then turned over and fell asleep! With me still holding the cage… holding my penis! This was early in our two-week vacation, during which we experimented with the CB continuously. Having it on changed how I treated her; I became more attentive, a better listener, and obedient to her wishes without complaint, making the bed and washing dishes to earn my release. However, once removed, I reverted quickly to old habits. We discussed what our life would look like after vacation ended. I noted that obviously we couldn’t maintain this full-time while I returned to work and daily routines resumed. She agreed, so I expected us to wear the CB on weekends but take it off during the week.

It has been a month now, and I count only four days without it! I raised this with her last night and again this morning, explaining that my view is for fun and enhancing our love life, not adopting a 24/7 lifestyle. I am starting to feel somewhat cuckolded by the situation. And I’m growing weary of doing dishes, making beds, and dropping whatever task I have to take out the trash at her slightest request—or facing the threat of delayed release until she decides I’ve learned my lesson.

Looking back, perhaps I shouldn’t have criticized her attitude during that first week. With each passing day holding control, it seems less likely she will ever let go again. This is no longer just for fun!