Journals and blogs discussion

First off, I’ve picked up on some really interesting patterns since getting into this kink.

1. SOOOOO many wives or key holders are portrayed as totally vanilla until they see their man caged—or the concept is presented to them—and then all those stories follow a similar arc: the regular wife suddenly sheds her ordinary shell and kicks off with this kinky game/lifestyle! My experience mirrors that exactly.

2. There seems to be a shared trait among many of you (us) who discovered this in mid-life or later—I’m 50, for instance—and I’ve noticed quite a few of you here aren’t twenty-somethings, nor even thirty-ish—but I could be off- anyway-

My wife and I have been married over 25 years; we were both 23 when we wed. I’ve always had an insatiable sex drive, having enjoyed plenty of casual encounters with multiple women starting back in the 7th or 8th grade. While living in Europe, I was a regular at brothels, chronic masturbator, heavy porn consumer, and generally open to trying ANYTHING at least once! You get the gist.

My wife comes from a very religious home, raised by a strict, overbearing police officer father who taught her that sex is dirty—especially her vagina during menstruation. Her mother molded her into subservience: keep the house tidy, dinner ready on time, offer vanilla sex when husband needs it. A classic old-school upbringing.

When we started dating and eventually sleeping together, I used all my tricks and experience to open her up quite a bit to sexual pleasure and fun, spending years convincing her that sex isn’t dirty, nor is her vagina—whether or not she’s on her period. She relaxed over time but still avoids giving me head at all costs, refusing even when I want to give her oral (which is basically my favorite thing ever). I absolutely LOVE eating her pussy; it’s everything to me. Frankly, based on my lifetime of sexual history before meeting her, I’m confident my oral skills are well above average. Yet every time I go down on her, she gets nervous, tense, and embarrassed—feeling a bit shameful about her “dirty” vagina (for the record: that’s just HER mindset; her actual anatomy is spotless and sweet as candy!). Often, this ruins the whole night with arguments over my desire to perform oral versus her deep-seated belief that I MUST BE GROSSED OUT and don’t REALLY want to do it.

I’ve spent countless hours convincing her that I DO WANT to give her oral more than anything else, and not only am I not grossed out, the taste and feel of her in my mouth drives me wild with lust. Rarely, when enough wine or cocktails are involved, she’ll let me go down on her. When I do a good job, she CUMS so hard and loud that it almost makes me cum! That rare glimpse into her mind confirmed to me that the thing holding her back from enjoying oral was a mental block installed by her parents and upbringing.

Under virtually no circumstances will she kiss me after going down on her—a habit I really dislike, since I’m very oral-focused and love that kind of intimacy.

I am—and always have been—the typical alpha male: masculine, tough, the fighting/gun-shooting/law-enforcement-and-military type. That role takes effort, and truthfully, I do enjoy being subbed—treated like a bitch, even lovingly abused—and LOVE the idea of being fucked (pegged) like one too. My sex drive remains sky-high, especially since starting testosterone therapy a few years ago.

Regarding our relationship dynamic: it again looks remarkably similar to much of what I’ve read here. I tend to take her for granted; the only time I really pay attention is when I want sex—which she often isn’t in the mood for—so I masturbate A LOT. It reached a point where I was doing it AT LEAST once daily, sometimes 3+ times, plus watching lots of porn.

Don’t get me wrong: I wanted to have sex with my wife first and always asked or tried, but when she declined, I’d turn on the computer, lie in bed next to her, and masturbate while she lay beside me.

So as mentioned earlier—I watch tons of porn. A little while back, while scrolling through Tumblr, I stumbled across some chastity blogs. After seeing the cages and reading about the stories, rules, contracts, etc., I became VERY interested. I started showing her some posts and probing her interest a bit. She kind of liked the stories and “instructions” on FLR (Female Led Relationships) and got quite intrigued herself.

I suggested maybe she should buy me a cage. Some time passed as I kept bringing up chastity, until one day she told me she’d ordered a cage from Amazon!

What arrived was a plastic CB6000. I immediately went to put it on only to find it tiny—especially in diameter. My flaccid cock is about 5” around; there was no chance that thing would fit easily.

I took charge and bought a couple of Chinese steel cages that seemed more capable for the job. Once they arrived, I showed them to her, and her eyes lit up!

The next morning she left for work. I got myself into the cage—it was a struggle because I was so horny at the thought that my cock was rock hard (and as you all know, nobody gets a stiff member into a tiny cage). After some serious mental fortitude and ice packs, I managed to shrink it enough to stuff it in and lock it.

Once out of the house, I drove straight to her workplace town over, called her, and told her to meet me in the parking lot. When she arrived and asked why, I handed her the key, checked for witnesses, pulled down my pants, and showed off my caged cock.

Her expression was priceless—and according to her, her panties soaked instantly.

What followed that day were constant naughty text messages from her, keeping me painfully erect, horny, and more attentive than I’ve been in ages.

This is where things got crazy (as it often does for many). This whole chastity/keyholder dynamic flipped a switch in her head—a quality I’d been seeking since the start. Almost instantly upon seeing my caged cock and receiving the key, she transformed into a totally different woman. For the first time EVER, her self-confidence and esteem—which were always somewhat low—skyrocketed. Holy shit.

Everything about being a dominant keyholder comes to her so naturally now. It’s almost scary how well she knows this role! From tease and denial, to ruining my orgasms, then helping herself to fucking my hard yet dead (orgasmless) cock—all the way up to her FINALLY ordering me to bed when she walked in from work one day demanding I eat her pussy. For the first time, I could tell she wasn’t overthinking it; she just enjoyed how good it felt and realized she was now free to enjoy my oral gift—though still no post-or al kiss! Lol.

For many years past, I’ve mentioned or suggested she “peg” me with a strap-on I bought long ago, but she always seemed grossed out by the idea. She objected to me lying on my back with legs open like a girl because she preferred that role and wanted ME (the alpha) on top fucking HER.

Well, that changed too! Not even a week into this new dynamic, I found myself on hands and knees in our bed while she wore a rather large strap-on cock. She eased it in initially, then buried it deep in my ass, pounding away as if she’d been doing it for years—calling me a bitch and slapping my bottom! All while I was caged, pre-cum pouring out of my straining member.

Once she finished exerting her dominance, I was “made” to give her several orgasms until she decided she was done. She headed to the shower, leaving me there with cock leaking pre-cum and pulling against the cage.

a rather lengthy journal entry. I have to say, the way everything is unfolding really captivates me, and it’s even more intriguing that so many other people have found their way into this type of play. See you later!