Did you begin your journey in your fifties?

I’m in my mid-50s. Over the past few years, our sexual relationship has shifted; we rarely have intercourse now. It’s mostly mutual masturbation or me giving her oral sex. Since she doesn’t like receiving oral to completion, I often feel left out when performing that act for her. However, I knew this would happen before starting and have grown to enjoy the denial aspect. Also, while masturbating her, if I don’t cum shortly after she rubs my cock, it trails off leaving me hanging. For some reason, I find myself enjoying this state a great deal. I’d really like for her to take an active role in controlling my orgasm.

Recently, I’ve been reading about male chastity devices and stumbled upon them by chance. At first glance, the concept seemed quite odd. Initially, I was resistant (‘no way’), but gradually I warmed up to it.

Now I’m eager to try something like a CB6000. The next challenge is figuring out how to introduce this idea to my wife. I suspect she’ll react much like I did at first—finding it slightly strange.

I’d love to hear from others who began their journey in their 50s.

As my name suggests, we began this practice when I was 55. I'm not entirely sure how well I would have coped with it back in my thirties.:shock:

I believe the shift happened for me in my late 40s regarding how I view orgasm. Back then, I could recharge quickly, allowing for three or four rounds per night. Now, it takes me considerably longer to recover, and I actually enjoy the teasing and buildup process, even when denied an orgasm.

We began our journey in our forties.

I was 61 and MsM was 59 when we entered chastity after our 'normal' sex lives had faded to nearly nothing. Eighteen months later, we couldn't be happier; MsM is experiencing at least a dozen orgasms per week!!! d

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Yep, both of us are over 50 and we did it... so much more fun.

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59 & 59.

We're also in our fifties. It was the best decision I ever persuaded my wife to make. Our lives have become much richer because of it. It's a complete reversal compared to earlier years. In my twenties and thirties, I ejaculated whenever possible. Now that I'm in my fifties, I look forward to being denied ejaculation.

My Wife and I began experimenting with chastity when I was 49. We had previously explored power dynamics in the bedroom—primarily bondage, always with me on the receiving end—but being locked in a device 24/7 extended that dynamic beyond just sexual encounters. This ignited my submissive side and fundamentally improved our marriage and sex life. When I was 28 and single, I purchased a Stallion Guard, so my interest in chastity goes back quite far. However, I never had the nerve to show it to a partner, preferring private play (and keeping it within the house). Eventually, I tossed it aside. That was before the internet era, so I wasn't aware of the broader world of male chastity; there weren't many devices on the market back then. I suspect I wasn't alone in having these fantasies without knowing others shared them; the web allowed people to start discussing and exploring this lifestyle, which fueled device sales. I rediscovered Altariboy's website when I was mid-40s, rekindling that fantasy, but didn't act on it until I turned 49.

I was about 33 when the CB series caught my eye while I searched for 'chastity belt.' That was around 1997. Although I'd long desired one, the high price and doubts about its effectiveness kept me waiting 17 years. During that time, we had children, and concerns about maintaining the device also played a role. In 2014, I 'discovered' an affordable three-ring Chinese metal model on Amazon for roughly $30. Having had a vasectomy several years prior, I finally thought, why not? Pure luck: it arrived exactly when my wife and I were heading out to dinner and a hotel room to celebrate my 50th birthday. I wore the device through dinner and all night while having some wonderful fun with her. The next morning in our oversized shower together got me feeling hot again, still caged.

47.

Seriously began at 48.

We started early to mid-50. Back then, it was an on-and-off thing with no real consistency; we were using CB6000s. Last August, we bought a Contender, and now my wife allows me out about once a week for cleaning and some play time.

I am 50. Wifey is 42.

My Lady and I are both 60, and we began our chastity journey just two months ago. Our reasons were similar: her sex drive and passion had dwindled almost to zero, while I was struggling with maintaining or even getting erections. We still enjoyed intercourse—mostly oral and mutual masturbation—but I had to initiate it essentially by talking her into bed and starting the process; she would then enjoy it, though those moments became rare. Then I read about chastity devices, we had a long discussion, and decided to give it a try. We ordered an inexpensive Chinese steel CD. It wasn't the perfect fit initially, but it was enough for us to realize we enjoyed it and wanted to commit more seriously. We then bought a few more cheap models just to experiment with different shapes and find the right size. The difference is huge! My Lady loves being the keyholder and controlling my orgasms; she adores teasing me and aborting them. In fact, I am played with daily now, and she initiates sex for her pleasure several times a week. Although I don't cum as often anymore, I experience many aborted releases and occasional ruins—still more than before. After about a week without orgasm under her control, getting an erection becomes much easier! We are talking more, laughing more, and our overall relationship has improved significantly. After reading up on CDs here and becoming confident in my proper size, I have just ordered a 'Male Chastity Now' Contender CD! Can't wait.

Chastity age of 128 days; turning 54 this year.

Yes, I'm also early 50s and starting to practice MC (still far from full-time or experiencing side effects outside of intimate situations.)

Got started just after turning 63; significant other was 55.

I began just before my 51st birthday. After some initial hesitation and adjustments, I am now locked 24/7. (It seems I'm a better husband and more responsive overall while wearing the device—go figure).

I'm 35 here. You guys are making me feel like a spring chicken lol.

I got started in my mid-40s. My wife is ten years younger than me, and it took her a while to feel comfortable with male chastity play. I'm now in my mid-50s, and we both enjoy the practice.:D

I got started last year at age 53 but had been dreaming about the ideal for over two years. I practice self-chastity and am bisexual; my wife is now on the 'bi side' too, though our sex life was nearly nil before this (long story). We are still living together and happier than ever. I've gone with a smaller ring, and this combination works well as we near 140 days. I'm looking at getting an even smaller cage and pod rivet soon, and planning to get a chastity symbol tattooed eventually. gregstep427

You mentioned how to introduce this to your wife. I was 47 and my Wife is 48. I used the following two blog posts to help ease her into it. The making of the perfect Chastity husband: By Mistress B It's another typical Friday morning, kids getting ready for school, dry cleaning needs picking up so Bill has his favorite suit for important investor meetings at work today. I drearily contemplate my schedule, what to take for lunch, and that my car needs gas, but it’s too cold out. “Sweetie, don’t forget, fill the car after you drop the kids off, and make sure you go to the Chevron near the cleaners; you’re stopping there anyway.” I drift into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. My lunch sits on the counter with a rose and a note simply saying “XO XO”. Oh my, my favorite Tuscany ham, sprouts, and cucumber pita roll…how sweet. I hear the garage door as Bill returns with our cleaning. Now it's just us at home, I drop out of my robe and stride past him naked, offering a little wink as I strut by. Just a reminder of what he longs for and worships. He heads to the closet with a moan, and finally, I hear the shower running. I make my way back upstairs, slowly gliding past him in the bathroom doorway, stopping for a second to fondle him and check the lock on what I love to call my toy box. I giggle; he kisses my neck, and off he goes to make the bed. He is of course running a bit late to his office. “I’ll be a bit late,” he reminds me, “meeting the contractor to sign the plans for my new bath and shower in my office.” A bit of a pain and expense, but I was the one who insisted he go to the gym daily, and naturally, he can’t exactly “shower with the boys” without some attention and explanation. Oh dear, he laid out a wonderful outfit for me and just the right shoes, but I think we’ll go with something a little sexier today. Hmm, 1pm, his big meeting today. I think I’ll send him a selfie of my office attire. “I love you” came an instant response followed by XO XO. (XO = X-treme pressure, ouch!...I’ll explain more later) 4pm, I’ll pick the kids up for him and arrange the nanny; I know he is busy with the contractor. At 5:40 he is home. He enters the bedroom to find me sitting on the chaise, a look of disapproval on my face, as he drops to his knees hugging, kissing, and apologizing for being late. He explains the contractor was delayed and he had already dismissed the staff so he had to lock up the office. I’m shocked he remembered how; he never closes his company because he is typically due home before me to get dinner underway. “I’ll let you know before bed how I’m dealing with this,” I tell him. This has certainly got him a bit nervous and on his toes to please me for the rest of the evening, not that I’m not already spoiled. You see, next week is our 25th wedding anniversary and we will be on a cruise. My parents wanted to celebrate early with us tonight over dinner. During all the typical chatter, my mother comments that you two are so lucky to be in love after 25 years in today’s age of divorce. “How do you manage, dear?” I grin, fondle my necklace, and with a glance at Bill’s wide-eyed direction slowly respond to my mother. “Mom, I’ve got to be honest with you,” I start. “We almost divorced four years ago. Bill’s company was struggling; I nearly lost my job due to cutbacks; we were fighting often, and it began affecting the kids.” My mom was shocked as I had never told her before. I went on to say, “Finally, we found the answer,” a glance in Bill’s direction catches him loosening his tie (I’ll deal with that later). Going on, “I took control; Bill agreed and follows my every suggestion.” “Smart man,” my father injects as we all laugh. A look of relief washes over Bill’s face. I give him another wink and smile. Bill, the gentleman he is, tried to pick up the check, but my father refuses. He gets my coat, opens the doors, and we say goodnight to my parents. My mother just melts under his smile. We dismiss the nanny; kids are fast asleep. “Home at last, let the weekend begin,” I exclaim as I toss off my coat and heels. Bill dutifully hangs my coat and gathers my shoes to the closet. Bill collapses onto the bed with a sigh; he has had a very busy week, very stressful, but I must remind him to get that clean suit hung back up and come see his Mistress on her chaise lounge. He takes a knee, his head bowed, his toned naked body glimmering. Taking my hand, he begins to slowly kiss it. Clearing my throat, I begin: “First, let us discuss the tie; you know how much I hate when you play with your tie. Furthermore, you should have called or texted when your contractor was late. And of course, there is a little matter of Tuesday when you were a bit short with our son over his grades. I understand, but you should have calmed down before addressing me. I will not tolerate that tone in your voice with me ever!” “Yes Mistress,” he replies, “my apologies.” After contemplation, while I enjoy his touch and kisses, I begin to assess his penalties. “Well, I was going to give you freedom on the cruise next week as your wedding present; you just lost that. I’m sure you knew your 30 days end next Thursday before we fly out Friday. Don’t worry, I’ve got a numbered plastic security tag to replace the padlock. Be on your best behavior from hereon out and you might get a consolation prize for our anniversary.” The look of disappointment on his face as we retire to bed arouses me even further. I roll to my side, grab his hair firmly, and give a little push towards my waist. He knows just what to do from there. After my climax, I reach down and give a couple tugs on the padlock just to remind him of its vigilant job. “I love you,” he whispers, and we fade off to sleep. Saturday morning I hear the vacuum running downstairs, the kids arguing in the playroom, the aroma of fresh coffee on my bedside table. I lay back and smile, knowing I am such a lucky woman; I live like a Princess. Things weren’t always so perfect, far from it. We were what I would refer to as a typical couple. We both had fast-paced careers; he just started a business that nearly bankrupted us, and we had two wonderful children by accident rather late in life. We had a very vanilla sex life; things were routine. We began experimenting with toys in the bedroom at the suggestion of our marriage counselor which failed miserably. I began using the toys to replace having to have sex with Bill, and he was caught masturbating to porn on the laptop on several occasions because I wasn’t satisfying him. I was afraid he was having an affair with the beautiful young ladies at the office, and my accusations only drove us further apart. He accidentally forgot his laptop for an out-of-town trip, so I took the liberty of having a friend crack his password. I know what you’re thinking! Read on please! It was the best thing I never should have done. While surfing his browser history, I came across the porn sites he was masturbating to, and they all involved forced male chastity. I was beside myself; while literally dialing my attorney, I stumbled across another article that caught my attention titled “How to save your marriage by submitting to your wife.” As I read on, I began to gain my composure. I did my own research, put my fake happy face on every day, and continued to educate myself. If this indeed could save our marriage, let us give it a whirl. I reluctantly placed a web order with overnight shipping as he was due home in a couple of days. After much research, I had ordered a CB-3000 Chastity device from a reputable online seller. At least, I thought I had; I actually received a Chinese knock-off that broke just a few weeks later. Please, do your homework. The evening of his return, I knew he was exhausted, but we needed to talk without fighting or accusations. I needed his total attention and trust. I met him at the door in my finest teddy, 4-inch heels, and took him straight to the bedroom. I slowly undressed him as I asked if he trusted Absolutely. There was no doubt in his mind about whether I cared for bondage, BDSM, Dominants (D’s), or whatever term you prefer to use. I’ve made my stance clear over the years, though it remained a fantasy of his. I led him to the bed and pulled out a pair of pantyhose from under the pillow, using them to bind his hands to the headboard. His eyes showed both excitement and confusion as he looked at me. I asked if I had his full attention now. “Good,” I said, “now we are going to talk.” I should have photographed that expression—it was priceless! I started by telling him how my reading and research led me here: I truly wanted to save our marriage because I loved him with all my heart. However, dramatic changes were necessary if we were ever to succeed. Confused but reluctant, he agreed. I explained that from this moment on, things would change, and he could either adapt or pack his bags while I helped him. After a lot of talking, his manhood realized its fantasies wouldn’t come true that night—though little did he know it then. I continued to explain how I was taking control of our relationship going forward, ensuring success as long as he followed my lead. Looking back, I think he agreed with just a glimmer of hope that he might still get lucky while tied up. Once his commitments were secured, I untied his hands; disappointment clearly painted across his face. I stood up from the bed, went to my drawer, and brought out the package containing what I then called “my lifesaver.” As he opened it, his excitement peaked, yet his eyes remained deeply confused. To the bathroom we went—I ordered him to put it on without hesitation or delay. He was speechless—a first in all our years together! Up until now, I had always been a purely submissive wife, able to count on one hand how many times I’d raised my voice to him. After several minutes inside, he started asking questions. “I’ll explain everything once it’s properly fitted,” I told him firmly. What felt like an eternity passed before I was very nervous as he emerged from the bathroom with his manhood securely locked in my lifesaver. I sat him down on my chase lounger and began spelling out how I envisioned our future, while he remained thankfully silent. I made it clear: I held total control now. When I asked if he enjoyed having his hands bound, he admitted eagerly that he did. “Remember this feeling,” I told him, because the freedom was never happening again. This wasn’t about his desire for bondage, his fantasies, or satisfying any kinks—it was to fulfill *his* desires, test his limits, help reconnect with the man I knew when we first met, and ultimately save our marriage. As a well-educated woman who believed she had done thorough research before committing, I thought I knew what I was doing. But I was wrong! I hadn’t realized where this path would lead us, nor how much it would transform both him—and me. That night, I laid out the ground rules: adjusting to the device, cleaning routines, maintenance protocols, expectations for his behavior toward me, and how he should pleasure himself (or not). We also discussed when he’d receive his next orgasm and what consequences awaited any lapses. After those initial trial-and-error days, we seemed to resolve many issues. He spent some playtime both in and out of the device. Aside from constant nagging about discomfort, anticipation for release dates, and fidgeting with it, I noticed subtle shifts in his demeanor and attentiveness. A few weeks into this new chapter, during a particularly heated bedtime session on my part, he suddenly snapped the lifesaver apart! We quickly ordered a replacement directly from the manufacturer. While waiting for delivery, however, I watched him slip back into being the man before the trip—the one I could barely tolerate anymore. I happened to be off work when Lifesaver II arrived by post. Without hesitation, I drove straight to his office and told his secretary we’d be in an important emergency meeting for the next couple of hours! Bursting into his office with the door locked behind me, I had no idea my life was about to change in ways I never imagined—ways we dreamt as little girls but forgot after growing up. The only words that left my mouth were: “Put it on or get out!” He complied eagerly without saying a word. A smile spread across my face; power and self-worth filled me, making me feel taller than life itself. It became clear to me then—he truly loved me and was willing to submit his wants and desires above his own. It took time for us both to find our footing through this process. Through trial and error, long conversations, and email exchanges about topics harder to discuss face-to-face, we slowly carved out each other’s place in the world together. I became enchantingly surprised by the changes I never expected to see in him. Each improvement boosted my confidence, building me into a better wife and homemaker—a true leader, dare I say, even a dominant wife? Over time, I took more control of our relationship. He admitted he’d always wanted this too. How much joy and freedom it gave him! Coming home after work to find I was in charge—and knowing all he needed to make me happy was giving his attention—was liberating for him. Over the next few months, we increased his time in chastity, prolonging his orgasms. In return, he unwittingly took on more household responsibilities just to please me, carving out extra schedule space simply to be near me. He settled into wearing the lifesaver long-term without discomfort or fidgeting—unless I teased him daily. I’m always aroused by his reactions and signs of discomfort when I tease—he brings us XO=X-treme discomfort! Ouch! Surprisingly, he hasn’t once raised his voice to me nor upset me significantly since Lifesaver II went on—that was three and a half years ago! Don’t misunderstand; it hasn’t been all roses and rainbows. There have been trials, unmet expectations, disagreements—but we worked through them (mostly me working through them; he had no choice but to obey or face consequences). We tried extended periods of release as rewards for putting me on a pedestal and treating me like the princess I never dreamed of being. Of course, I love him more now than ever and want to reward him—but dissatisfaction crept in once he was free for more than a couple days. He’d quickly slip back into old habits (unconsciously, perhaps), but they were there nonetheless. Even after 30–60 days out—times during which his training taught him to attend to my needs and obey—I want much more today. Since I set the rules, no long-term outs unless medically necessary. It took nearly a year of trial and error to learn best practices for maintaining his arousal, interest, commitment, and discipline both in and out of the lifesaver. We’ve settled on accepting that he stays locked most of the time—for his own good as well as my sanity. Once the lock snaps shut, I inform him of his term based on performance while free. His minimum term is two weeks, allowing only supervised cleaning and maintenance. Minor indiscretions earn additional days assessed ASAP to correct behavior immediately. Let me be clear: the first ten days are typically less than stellar performances from him. He’s better but not yet fully transformed into the man he can become. After about ten days, he settles in—the true gentleman emerges—and the princess soars high. Consequences for actions while free and failures during those initial ten days usually cost him anywhere from three or four extra days up to two more weeks. On a few occasions, I assessed thirty additional days—I swear he did it on purpose just to test me! Men never lose their childish tendency to challenge authority, push buttons, and play with that they were told not to, attempt to control that which they have no business trying to; us women. I know what you’re thinking; you need intercourse more often than that. So do I! I didn’t say I wasn’t rewarded, oral sex, digits, toys, and yes I do unlock it often for my fulfillment but he is not allowed to O unless I give him permission which is very rare. Remember the consequences, if I unlock it early regardless if I choose to do so, he gets another day, if he fails to preform or O’s without permission, he gets another week. Yes you can teach a man to O or not on demand. With a little patience and practice your sex life will never have been so rewarding. He will thank you for it as well. Beyond 30 to 45 days, he seems to adjust too well to the lifesaver. It clearly isn’t doing as well as it did on day 10 or day 20. I have determined the 30 to 45 day as needed as the reset days. No more than 1 or 2 days the lifesaver comes off, timed well with my monthly cycles, as not to interfere with any bonus I may receive. These are the days he takes the opportunity to test my limits, I give him the control of our sex life only, nothing more, he still treats me like a princess these days but never ceases to find new ways to pleasure me and surprise me. The moment the passion starts to drop, usually after 2 or 3 days tops, the lifesaver go backs on. The clock resets to 2 weeks, and we start all over. You see I get to adjust the timing to derive the maximum benefits I desire. I have built the perfect Chastity husband. Passion, commitment, attention, respect, are showered on me daily, month after month, year after year. With very little effort on my own, I have invested the time to test the cause and reaction of his choices and my own, measured the responses, benefits and fails. Now this runs pretty much on auto pilot. I have emerged once a reserved, submissive typical female, to a moderately dominant, very confident, happy, and fulfilled beyond wildest dreams, Princess. My only effort required is to remain vigilant, assess penalties for shortcomings, and I do love to tease every chance I get. He deserves it! Today we refer to it as my toy box, which much better describes the way I treat it today. It already saved our lives together long ago and we’ll never forget that. We are both so much happier and share a connection I never hear about from other couples, everywhere we go, people comment and compliment us on how well we mesh. I get so many compliments on what a perfect husband and gentleman he is. He has lost nearly 70 pounds, goes to the gym daily, takes much better care of himself, his business is thriving; I found a new management job that much better suits whom I’ve become today, I feel more energy than I did when I was 20, I’m happier than my wedding day, and I owe it all to a simple padlock. I need to wrap this up, we’re leaving in a few hours for the airport and I need to make sure he has gotten everything squared away. Little does he know I’ve snuck a little surprise into my luggage. So long as he doesn’t earn himself any additional days, I’m planning on giving him an anniversary present he’ll not likely ever forget. I’ve slipped a pair of handcuff I recently purchased into the bags. I know he has always fascinated about being “dominated” by me, after 3 ½ years of being the perfect husband I just might give him one fantasy. He’s earned it; I just hope he doesn’t mess up before the night. Thanks for reading my new blog and feel free to leave your comments below. I’ll start replying as soon as we get back. The making of the perfect Chastity husband: By Mistress B My gosh, I was overwhelmed by the amount of comments, questions, and support I received in just two short weeks we were gone. I apologize it has taken me another week to read them all, some private responses and for the rest I start my public reply. To answer one resounding question, yes, it was a wonderful trip and much needed escape. To answer the overwhelming second question, yes, he was on his best behavior and earned his surprise. To my surprise I actually really enjoyed watching him enjoy my participation in his fantasy, admitted more then I enjoyed delivering it. Sorry, I just don’t seem to derive any gratification from BDSM administered to him. I did enjoy in seeing him pleasured. Is that strange? One comment I read mentioned that if I really loved him and didn’t want to fulfill his fantasy I should consider hiring someone to do so professionally. I must admit I was a bit appalled at the notion and nearly gave that poster a piece of my mind. Something I would have never done before. After re-reading it several times and some open minded consideration, I did some research on the subject and found there are legal legitimate businesses that operate even near me as “dungeons” for just such a purpose, no sex what so ever, nothing illegal, just fulfilling fetishes and fantasy’s within the limits of the law. I’m not convinced but will update you once I’ve made a decision. First I think I must work on understanding me and can I learn to develop that side of me so I can fulfill him. I must admit, I was pleasantly surprised that once I opened my toy box and left it off for what I anticipated to be only another 2 or 3 days, actually, turned into a 17 day run before I seen fit to close it. The first couple days he rewarded me with spontaneity, lust, love, and we even risked a little public sex late one night on the open deck. As that passed, I expected his tendencies to start to show again but not this time, he fell back into the perfect husband without the padlock. I didn’t know how to react, was it the change of environment, away from the stress of home, family, work? Even after several days home it was the chastity Bill without the lock and an occasional spontaneity. I was on cloud 9; however, I did eventually see fit to close the toy box again. We must remain vigilant in our training regime. You know BOYS, I’ll keep you posted how this develops. I hope that that 17 day run comes around again and even grows, I loved the pampering, the spontaneity, not sure which I would get, and admit I wouldn’t mind reducing the days the toy box is locked. We’ll have to see where this goes. The OCD side of me wants to test, measure, re-test, and then apply firm statistics. Several of you questioned if I considered making his chastity permanent, absolutely not! Again I admit I had considered that after 3/12 years and nearly full time use of the toy box I accepted it was going to be a long term commitment. His new 17 day run introduced me to something I haven’t gotten in the last few years and I want to see how that develops and grows. On the other hand if I ever catch him talking to 3 blonde bimbos, a third of his age, again! He won’t have to worry. I’ll super glue the lock shut on a steel version and we won’t need to worry. I know that sounded a bit harsh, I was pleased when he took the liberty of informing me, assuming I didn’t already know, how these three gold diggers approached him and flirted with him to buy their drinks which he declined. Wise choice, enforced chastity would be difficult from my jail cell. Many more asked how to introduce their wives to chastity, I assume, your wives are not likely to be as fortunate as I was and stumble into this great lifestyle. I would print my blog and leave it somewhere she will discover it and hopefully read it. I can’t promise her reactions but I pray for the best. I would hate to be the reason of someone’s divorce. Another recommendation would be to sit her down and have a long honest heartfelt conversation about what excites you and makes you tick to this topic. I would love to think most woman are mature and open minded enough to at least do their own research. I personally think any woman who experiences a quarter of the rewards I have from this choice would be like I was. I was instantly addicted to my new perfect husband and needed more and more, after 3 It has been half a year and things only keep improving. My routine is simple: tease, deny, take charge. As you dig into your research, watch out for the vast ocean of fiction aimed at selling porn to hopeful men. Finding trustworthy sources can be tough since they are scarce, but I will share links as I get approval from him. To those wondering if he has lost his masculinity, quite the opposite. He runs a thriving business and employs more than 300 people who look up to him. High-profile Type A clients respect him greatly. Our kids admire him; my parents love him deeply, and I am completely smitten with him as if we just started dating. He has helped me become the woman I always wanted to be. He manages everything outside our home: office duties, household repairs, cars, his beloved lawn, putting green, and pool. Inside our house, however, I hold all the cards. I handle the money, our kids' schooling, and interior decorating with his physical help. While he cooks over half the meals, I control what goes into the fridge since he hasn't learned to shop yet. He depends on me for his allowance, clothing choices, and chore assignments, while doing the laundry himself. Plus, I receive endless pampering: drawn baths, unlimited massages, pedicures, and sexual satisfaction whenever I ask. Occasionally, I tease him about looking charming in 4-inch stilettos serving poolside margaritas—a scenario we'll save for when our kids leave home. I judge his mistakes and apply consequences as I see fit. Boys will be boys if given the chance, so stay alert and correct them quickly and firmly. He might test your authority to ensure it is firm. You set the rules; he follows them. This was exactly what he wanted and why you are here reading this blog today. Every woman deserves an ideal husband; we just need to shape him. Finally, for those who think I am too plain or uptight: I do what suits me and my perfect partner. Not more, not less. I am not writing erotica or selling books. If I have encouraged you to pursue your own perfect husband or build one yourself, then live well.

Here is the other blog I printed for her.... RE: Benefits of Being a Male Chastity Keyholder I read Ms. Kay's re-published article with great admiration. I too was approached by my hubby a couple years ago about the subject of being his mistress and keyholder. At first I was rather open minded about it, I felt it was a passing kink and we had already tried and liked a few other kinks to keep our marriage of 15 years fresh. However, not long into this new kink I became disenchanted with it quickly. It nearly ruined our marriage. Now, I look back and take full responsibility for the failures. I want to be absolutely clear, Yes! I failed at embracing something my hubby needed. It was selfish and hurtful of me to now take the time to fully understand what he was presenting me with. If your hubby, boyfriend, et all, ever approaches you on this, or I imagine they already have if you are reading this, you must first and foremost stop and appreciate what a wonderful and significant "gift" they have offered you. Aside from our wedding vows, and children, this is the greatest gift any man can bestow his loved one. Fully surrendering himself to your control, your wants, and wishes, with no regard for himself except his sexual release on your terms and conditions. Can you see the beauty in this? I couldn't and almost destroyed it. Shortly after agreeing to participate I became depressed, annoyed, resentful, that I was forced to participate in this kink to have what I felt I deserved and expected from my hubby. His undivided attention, love, and affection. That is where I soon learned I was wrong. I eventually brought this subject up, albeit not with full disclosure to my therapist, who to my shock, eventually asked me if we practiced enforced chastity. Obviously I wasn't the first she had conversations with on this subject. Her advice opened my eyes to what really was effecting me and preventing me from fully supporting my hubby. Those of that engage this are not freaks of society, we are actually part of traditions that go a far back as the middle ages, we are but 2 of a community of several hundred thousand people that engage, it is estimated by an Oxford medical study that as many as 300,000 plus people live this 24/7/365 at all different levels world wide. Further, she assured me this completely healthy, and put us at an advantage most couples will never relate with on as high a plain in their respective relationships. This opened my eyes, further she helped me understand more by relating to two dogs, while one may "submit' by exposing it's throat to another female, the submitting male will assuredly stand and fight to death for that female if another male or female was to attack. My hubby had surrendered his fullest control in love and worship of me and I walked on it. Yes, there are kinks, fantasies, and desires attached. But he is allowing me to choose which I embrace and which I do not. For example, I have no desire to participate in any time or kind of sexual or physical humiliation, cross dressing, or signifying of my hubby, those are my limits as well I'm confident they are his as well although he has made references to me being more assertive in punishing him if he fails me. Anal was another difficult area for me, as well, he had certain reservations, I, however, learned it was medically necessary for his prostate health as we ventured into his long term confinement and denial. Now I use it weekly to ensure prostate health if I deam he is getting no other release, as I constantly push his limits. We are now going on 4 months without his release other then cleaning and care. I'm getting ahead of myself. Once I accepted this kink and appeared in the bedroom with his cage in one hand, a pair of cuffs in the other, the key securely around my high heeled ankle, he was in bed reading, looked and me and began to cry with excitement. I approached the bed, his anticipation fully flying under the sheets, I stated, before we take another step, I'm setting some ground rules, will entertain your input, however, I will have full say, control, how, where, when, with what, if at all or ever. Is that fully understood? He quickly agreed. I then allowed him to fully explain his desires, fantasies, wants and needs from me in this engagement. I had to stop and take written notes it was so much to process. I then laid out my ground rules, what I wouldn't do, what I may consider when I was ready. First the cuffs went on, for all the reasons Ms Kay already addressed, then his birdlock cage, then the locking pin. I still felt I was trying to be someone I wasn't, someone he wanted me to be, but I pushed myself forward. Let me fast forward about 3 months at this point. Just my often shortcoming attempts to be who I thought he wanted me to be made dramatic changes in him, most not noticeably until the 3rd month. I, however, was also changing and didn't realize it. I was beginning to derive the benefits of our new lifestyle, I was falling into my own person and beginning to embrace the dominant side of myself I didn't even know existed. The more effort I put in the more reward I got 10 fold. It was becoming clear to me how much I failed him the first time and in the first few months of our re-engagement. He didn't want to change me, he merely wanted to submit to fulfilling my needs and desires and all I needed to do was learn to communicate what they were verbally, something, my therapist taught me, most women fail to do in most relationships. As time progressed I learned the most important thing for me to do was remind him of my control, keep him excited and aroused. Secondly was to make it verbally clear what it was I wanted, and needed, or expected, as the dominant raised her head time to time. Lastly, was to reap the rewards and affection he showered upon me as much as he humanly could. Today, I couldn't ever imagine using the work "kink" to describe what we have or what we do. I have tried and continued nearly every fantasy, need, and want, from our little meeting that precious night and I'm constantly looking for more ideas on these blogs to introduce to our fantastic lifestyle. I would never have imagined it would be a lifestyle, much less fantastic! I am the happiest, most fulfilled, and luckiest woman I know. I listen to coworkers complain daily about their relationships and think to myself, if only you knew. Ha HA! My hubby, on the other hand, is well adjusted to this lifestyle and if I allowed him to comment here, I'm sure he would tell you he never imagined this would become his lifestyle either. He, admittedly, originally thought it would be a short term kink until it got old or we found something new. On our anniversary of 17 years last month he professed his commitment to me by vowing to several commitments among, to never again ask for any release, I have full decision and discipline, and allowing my to prince Albert pierce him if I seen fit.

I’m 53 my wife/keyholder is 46. She locked me up this past January

Im 59 and Madame Vanilla is 51. We started 6m ago. She keeps the keys but Im not sure she has realised all her power yet.

Certainly an old thread. The last entry before today was about 6 months after I joined the forum but, somehow, I don't think I read it before this. 50's???? When I introduced the concept of male chastity to M'Lady I was 69 and she was 67. The transition into this lifestyle has been a life/marriage saver for us. All the changes over the past 2 1/2 years have been for the better and I wouldn't go back for anything.

Started a year and a half ago. I'm 55 now. I was recovering from depression at the time. I found it hard to perform. Anxiety issues, the relationship was never at risk but it wasn't as good as we both knew it should be. My wife has always been the center of my world and I her rock. But things didn't fit right. I truly believe this has helped, in every way. if anything our relationship is better now than it has been since those first few years a couple of decades ago. My wife isn't good about changes, Kinks etc and Catholic roots don't help. So it wasn't easy. But changes have happened and all for the better. Very Very slowly, and not in ways I had expected. I wear a cage, my wife has the key (currently) but I am not chaste (I think?), we have more sex not less. More a vanilla version of chastity with some very non vanilla add ons?. Go for it. But very slowly and gently. See where it ends up rather than trying to steer it.

I was 61 when I started. I believe that chastity devices do an outstanding job of keeping an older guy's sex drive alive and well.

We got started in our 40s. My interest really but taken up by my wife. What a revelation. I love to be unlocked and pleasured. But only when she wants to. The frustration is engulfing me. So horny. Does anyone here get the whole thing?

Bought my first chastity device in my early 30's and played with it alone but was way too embarrassed to introduce it to my wife. Bought a gates of hell device made of metal and leather that was too big here and too small there so it was a waste. When I hit 49 my chastity longing found the right forums and I started buying cheap Chinese cages and let me wife in on what I wanted to do.

I started at 55. I have been into Femdom all of my life but I had just started to see a proliferation of chastity in the last 5 years or so and finally got up the courage to try it.

I was 51, two years ago and facing six months at work after shoulder surgery… I broached the subject by a letter to my wife, ant the rest, as they say, is history

I was in my late fifties when we started. I am not sure it would have worked for me when I was younger.

> Homebody wrote: ↑Sat Jul 03, 2021 4:41 pm > I was in my late fifties when we started. **I am not sure it would have worked for me when I was younger.** I can only imagine what it would have been like when I was 20 and 'ready to go' six or seven times a day.

I was surprised to find I've been involved with chastity for nearly five years, so someone else who began in their late 50s - 57 to be precise. I think I would have embraced it younger, given my submissiveness, but I was so naive I didn't know it existed. Cock cages - who'd of thunk?:lol:

Started at 58 and wife is 60. Like you our sex life had dwindled to practically nil. Still just starting out but happy with things so far

I got started 10 years ago at age 61.

Early 50’s ..solo only, off and on.. trying again at 61..hoping very vanilla wife will come along at some point. Wife 59.

We started when I was 59 after we moved away from the female lover my Wife an I shared since we were in our mid twenties. Chastity with very long term orgasm denial has been our lifestyle for the last 11 years. It is not a game for us. I did not magically turn from an Alpha male to one who wants to be my wife's slave and my wife has no desire to dominate me. I think many read about how they are supposed to act and that is how they do chastity and why it fails for the majority of couples. Self locking never lasts long because it is not chastity. It is celibacy since no sex is involved like it is in chastity. Chastity is not femdom, cuckolding, wearing panties, etc.. In those activities, chastity is a small part of the larger fantasy. Chastity can stand on its own but that is very boring to write about or show in videos. Day 23, I still have not had an orgasm. Day 56 still no orgasm. Not very exciting like cuckolding is to many men. I started late in life because I have had both a wife and a lover shared with my wife for most of our 48 years of marriage. I wanted as many orgasms as I could get. There were many days where I would have sex with a girlfriend after work and then go home to my wife and our girlfriend for a threesome were I had two more orgasms. Then it was one on one sex with two more orgasms. Finally masturbating before I went to sleep. Yes, there are days when I could not go that many times, but I tried, always tried for as many orgasms as I could have. Only in my old age was Chasity with orgasm denial of interest since I could not longer have intercourse for several reasons and without our girlfriend with us anymore, my wire found that sex with just a guy, me, was not as arousing as it was when there was a guy and girl in bed with her. So chastity saved our Sex Life which went downhill fast after we left our poly triad. My wife did not have to spend time getting me to cum with a limp dick just to do her wifely duties and enjoys having orgasms when and how she feels like it. However, our girlfriend who we left behind when we moved, is not into her husband anymore. She married him for financial security while sh was still in our poly triad. She had been calling us and sending gifts. The three of us always thought we would grow old together and I hope that we still can. It was a perfect triad with equal love for all and no arguments or problems due to the triad. It was wonderful. Yet, I have not decided that if I would remain orgasm free if our girlfriend comes to live with us again. She is the only woman I think about every day or masturbate to. I have known her since I was 14. A Norwegian with long blond hair, great body and 38EEEE breasts. She was into S&M as I am so it was a perfect fit sexually. You are never two old to give up your sexual preferences.

We started in January, 2021, both in our mid fifties….6 months into what is now permanent chastity, our marriage is better than ever.