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A few days ago I relocated from the big-city vibe of Texas to a small town in Oklahoma, moving into my boss queen’s home. The timing was quick, but with no job and limited funds for an independent place here, getting there sooner meant starting my search earlier. We were sure we didn’t want to be separated by over 400 miles.

Once I arrived and settled my belongings in her house, my boss queen, @Kitt, retrieved the key she had given me when I returned from Texas initially, along with keys from another device that perfectly matched this one. Now I don’t have a way to bypass the lock, which is nice (even though I usually don’t need it; it’s more fun not being able to).

Of course, before diving into what’s happening now, tradition dictates we look back. Months ago, prior to our relationship beginning, I was fairly reserved regarding sex and intimacy. Kitt helped me feel at ease and turned discovering my kinks into a bit of a game. I believe the last one I surrendered was chastity; it’s been a newer interest for me, something I’d never shared with anyone else.

Fast forward slightly to when we had mutual interest but no official relationship yet because we wanted an in-person meeting first. A visit was planned when suddenly I started getting severe migraines back-to-back (a couple of months prior, they lasted 16 days straight). I noticed that on the good days, without worrying about other things, a migraine would strike after masturbation. Kitt’s reaction was, “Isn’t there something we can do about that?” Naturally, she meant a chastity cage. The ones I owned were inexpensive Amazon purchases; they didn’t fit well and caused hygiene issues. So she informed me she’d buy a new one for us. We spent an evening discussing my true feelings on being caged rather than just saying “it’s part of my kink,” which helped us find the right cage together.

That cage eventually arrived, allowing me to wear it comfortably for long stretches. It wasn’t flawless—it was noticeably large when flaccid—but upon hearing this, Kitt decided to purchase another one. This second option would be shipped directly to her and handed to me during our meeting. When that happened, the fit improved (it’s what I’m using now; later on, once we have more income, a custom piece is definitely in order). My visit with her was enjoyable, and somewhere along the line, we decided a relationship was truly what we both wanted.

From then until today, it has been mostly long-distance life, perhaps not eventful enough for daily journals. So let me share some other details. I made it clear to her that I find permanent chastity/denial incredibly attractive. She seems open to the concept (in a grounded, less fantastical way), amused by the fact that she can keep my virgin status intact even though we are together. If she desires something different later on, I am happy to accommodate; she knows this is true. Our dynamic isn’t extremely strict FLR yet because she often worries about what I want, but it’s clear she holds the authority.

Right now, the primary task: get a job.