So How Did We Reach Our Current Situation?

It required a lot of honesty and effort I’ll try to keep this brief. I’ve owned more cages than I can recall, my interest stretching back nearly three decades. My wife knew about it when we were dating and agreed that most men should wear one, so she was an enthusiastic new keyholder who kept the keys but forgot about me. Being caged for two years led to off-and-on periods of unhappiness in our bedroom life. I always felt a wave of shame after sex, which got worse; I’d feel gross and depressed for a day or more. I just wanted her out of my space so I could be alone. This is common with men—they call it POIS—but mine was worsening. I was a great lover but a difficult person afterward, which wasn’t fair to either of us. We had become like the couples complaining about sex on Reddit. Early in the pandemic, I texted her asking if she wanted to work on our bedroom issues. She was thrilled and we met at a coffee shop away from home. I finally explained what was going on with me—my sex drive and my moods—and it had nothing to do with her; it was all me. She put the pieces together instantly, especially since I had a solution for her consideration. It was clear she was unhappy too. I wasn’t caged at that moment, but I offered her complete control over our bedroom life: she could have things her way, as long as PIV sex remained an option. The goal was to remove all tension from the bedroom. We both went home to think about solutions since we wanted one. After a few more coffee shop meetings, she presented her plan for how she would become a proud sexually dominant keyholder and ruler of our household. First, because she snores and it’s hard to get good sleep, she suggested separate bedrooms. I was relieved; we both actually slept better alone at night, and our two dogs were thrilled too. So we did that. Next, she made it clear she wanted her pussy serviced whenever she pleased. For the first three months, I had to comply, and “no” wasn’t an acceptable answer. I agreed. We have plenty of toys, and she wanted to be serviced while wearing our open-mouth hood; when I wore it, id see nothing. She said she was removing all tension and distractions so I could focus on just one thing. I agreed. The only other request was a camera installed in the living room so she’d know when I was ready for her to collect me from wherever I was. I requested only one condition: that she shave herself bare, which she accepted.

So where are we today, a few years later? She understands that to keep us both on edge, she gets serviced at least three times a week, usually four. The hood lives in a shopping bag; there’s little talking. She drops it in front of me and walks off, takes me into the bedroom when I’m ready, has multiple orgasms and squirts, then gets up from her huge chair and heads to the bathroom to dismiss me. I take off the hood and disappear before she returns. No mess, no fuss, we go back to what we were doing. I am fed, she’s had several orgasms, everyone is happy, and we don’t talk about it except at our coffee shop meetings. I adore her; she adores me; we’ve solved this whole area of life. She says sometimes she laughs at work while everyone else bitches about their spouses. Now she gets what she wants when she wants it, how she wants it, and I just disappear. I am her service provider. Needless to say, I leak regularly. It simply works for us. There’s so much more that has happened over the years, so feel free to ask any questions. Thanks for reading.

> . so feel free to ask any questions. First let me say congratulations on the communication you both share. That is the most important part of any relationship. Secondly, may I ask how long you have been without piv sex? I’m only asking because we are heading in that direction really fast. Some days it’s exciting and other days it’s disappointing. I’m learning to adjust. Thanks for taking my question.

PIV sex is a thing of the past for almost five years and neither of us miss it at all. Our sexual connection starts the second she signals she is in place for service and pulls my head into her mid section. It becomes overwhelming to both of us and feels like home. She's actually disappointed she never had this arrangement sooner. So dont worry about being told you will never fuck me again, welcome it and provide the best mid section service you can and be proud of that.

> my2bits4u wrote: ↑Mon Nov 24, 2025 9:17 am > PIV sex is a thing of the past for almost five years and neither of us miss it at all. Our sexual connection starts the second she signals she is in place for service and pulls my head into her mid section. It becomes overwhelming to both of us and feels like home. She's actually disappointed she never had this arrangement sooner. > > So dont worry about being told you will never fuck me again, welcome it and provide the best mid section service you can and be proud of that. Thanks for the input. For nearly 40 years we always had wild and amazing piv sex. A few years back that all changed and it became uncomfortable to her. I do commend her for taking the lead moving forward. Hope you enjoy your time here and looking forward to reading more from you.

Thanks, I wish it was more active here with fulltimers and practically permanent locked up people.

So she's going away for a week to Phoenix next week. She's undecided if she's going to drain me or not before she goes. She says she has no interest in being around for my lows after I cum and loves things just the way they are. If I was a betting man I bet she doesn't as she just drained my prostate a few weeks ago. Plus I think her resting in her power while I think about only her all week will be far to calming to her while away. She also knows if there is some emergency the spare keys are inside a piece of pvc pipe with caps glued on both ends in a kitchen drawer, so she has no worries. The two friends from school back east know her situation and are beyond fascinated and im sure she will fill them in on all the details since they last met up.

> . The two friends from school back east know her situation and are beyond fascinated and im sure she will fill them in on all the details since they last met up. That sounds exciting. I do wish Mrs. G had a friend that she could confide in about us. Not that she needs to tell anyone it’s just that I think it would put me in a more submissive position.

Well she made it to phoenix and back and I wasnt released as I suspected, which is fine. So even several years after I began fulltime lock up she still wants to sit down and talk about how things are going for both of us. She said in the beginning for her it was like training a badly behaved dog and several years later its like having a well trained pet around. We are no different than any couple on the outside we go to dinner and get togethers she) with my input ) being totally honest on how men's minds work has been able to craft a drama free and an always sexually charged homelife that's been going on for years and she does her part daily to keep me on edge without saying a thing most times. Sometimes its the small stuff that keeps me in my submissive supspace and craving her. When she got back she mentioned some smell in her car and could I go look. On her seat were the underwear she'd warn all week as a welcome home gift. She knew exactly what she was doing as her scent scent me into orbit as she knew it would. Sometimes its just the small things. She just picked up where she left off.

> . On her seat were the underwear she'd warn all week as a welcome home gift :twisted: If that happened to me I would probably have had my first unstoppable caged cum. You lucky devil!