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June 22, 2019: It was our first date, the evening I heard that initial click of the lock and placed the small key onto my chain. A key I carried to work, concealed within my cleavage. We had only just met in person for the first time but had discussed FLR and chastity at length—a subject he knew well from his own life. He was about ten years younger than me, a combat vet, and clearly strong enough to force me if he decided to be. He appeared nervous and unpredictable. So I commanded him to remove his clothes right in front of me, to humble him and calm his mind, to examine his lovely body and further emphasize that his nakedness was for my delight and mine alone, before securing his arms behind his back with handcuffs. Afterward, he was pliable as clay in my grip. The first time I engaged the lock on his cock, I selected him to belong to me. All of him. I adored the daily sense of power. My performance at work improved. It excited me both sexually and mentally. I enjoyed seeing how much chastity tormented him. I loved that it constantly reminded him who owned him—his body and every orgasm he experienced. I liked assigning him challenging tasks. I appreciated his proper treatment of me while caged, the way he spoke to me, and showered me with constant attention through engaging messages and photos at work. I adored the sweet morning texts when I woke up. But I HATED his attitude when uncaged. He was intolerably sexist, deceitful, barely responsive to texts, and frankly a dull conversationalist. He also refused to complete any simple tasks at all. His uncaged behavior pushed me toward wanting him permanently locked—something I was seriously considering. I also loved giving CBT to him. I never expected to go that far, but he earned it. I would think about every feeble little lie he thought I believed while administering it. I enjoyed being fully dressed with a sexy naked man around the house attending to everything for me at my beck and call. I loved how chastity made me his top priority. His usual neglectful playboy personality when free was pathetically unattractive, and I found myself easily distracted, forgetting he even existed within about a day of not hearing from him. I warned him early on how I react to neglect, but like many men who don’t make my cut, he thought he had things under control. Dominant women aren’t aroused by the typical ‘treat ‘em mean’ male behavior that is often neglectful. Women who do respond certainly exist, but they aren’t born dominant; they are trained into it. Pay attention dear subs, wannabe subs, and even veteran subs nagging their Dommes to fulfill their fantasies. Never forget that She is your First Priority. If you’re lucky enough to be chosen by Her, don’t neglect her, or choose the mundane details of your boring little life over her wants and needs, or try to coerce her into your fantasies. Deep down you know: if it’s happening on your terms, it isn’t real submission. If you keep trying to control Her or the situation, you will either win and regret it, or lose and regret it. The adventure was brief. While I was away for a week, he had an overwhelming urge to escape chastity, but underwhelming honesty in telling me about his success. He escaped pretty much as soon as I left—not easy given the steel cage with waist chain! But that shows how badly he wanted control of the situation. It wasn’t the first time either, though. Of course, I knew quickly. His poor attitude, refusal to do simple tasks, and low text responsiveness were ridiculously obvious signs. Normally I would come down hard after such a major infraction, and a severe, humiliating punishment came easily to mind. But after a few days of hoping he was smart enough to confess (which he wasn’t), I realized that while I still wanted the lifestyle, I didn’t want him anymore. After giving him too many chances in the past, I no longer desired building a new relationship on pretend chastity or dishonesty. Communication is:key:, and honesty is the foundation. My time is limited and valuable, and I’d much rather enjoy my fabulously single life and focus on my career than waste it. However, I really liked experiencing his chastity “mode” and found the practice delicious enough to be addictive, so I am very glad we met and got to cut my teeth on him. It didn’t bother me that he was a difficult case, but without honesty there can be no respect or real chastity taking place, so not a long-term prospect. It lasted just long enough for me to know exactly what I want. Now I know what turns me on, what turns me off, and who I’m looking for. It will be 100% on my terms, with a man who is extremely honest, to his own torturous detriment, and there will of course be enforced chastity when I am away on trips, whether for business or pleasure.:kiss: I’m just a beginner in this lifestyle, but looking back, the distinctive signs of FLR and mental chastity have been woven into the fabric of my life and relationships throughout. In the relationships I experienced with dominant men, I was in constant research mode, dissecting their methods and noticing how it affected both of us mentally, picking my battles, and topping from the bottom on issues I cared about. These FLR fantasies that started since I was a bossy little girl are destined for real life. FLR is a desired lifestyle to me; I wouldn’t even call it just a kink. Chastity, whether physical or mental, go hand-in-hand. The Holy Trinity of male submission, of course, cannot be complete without eventual, selective cuckolding.:lockkey: But that’s a whole other topic;) These days I wake up every morning with a smile on my face and think, “God, I LOVE being a woman!”

> QueenOfSwords said: > June 22, 2019: It was our first date, the evening I heard that initial click of the lock and placed the small key onto my chain. A key I carried to work, concealed within my cleavage. We had only just met in person for the first time but had discussed FLR and chastity at length—a subject he knew well from his own life. He was about ten years younger than me, a combat vet, and clearly strong enough to force me if he decided to be. He appeared nervous and unpredictable. So I commanded him to remove his clothes right in front of me, to humble him and calm his mind, to examine his lovely body and further emphasize that his nakedness was for my delight and mine alone, before securing his arms behind his back with handcuffs. Afterward, he was pliable as clay in my grip. The first time I engaged the lock on his cock, I selected him to belong to me. All of him. > I adored the daily sense of power. My performance at work improved. It excited me both sexually and mentally. I enjoyed seeing how much chastity tormented him. I loved that it constantly reminded him who owned him—his body and every orgasm he experienced. I liked assigning him challenging tasks. I appreciated his proper treatment of me while caged, the way he spoke to me, and showered me with constant attention through engaging messages and photos at work. I adored the sweet morning texts when I woke up. But I HATED his attitude when uncaged. He was intolerably sexist, deceitful, barely responsive to texts, and frankly a dull conversationalist. He also refused to complete any simple tasks at all. His uncaged behavior pushed me toward wanting him permanently locked—something I was seriously considering. I also loved giving CBT to him. I never expected to go that far, but he earned it. I would think about every feeble little lie he thought I believed while administering it. I enjoyed being fully dressed with a sexy naked man around the house attending to everything for me at my beck and call. I loved how chastity made me his top priority. > His usual neglectful playboy personality when free was pathetically unattractive, and I found myself easily distracted, forgetting he even existed within about a day of not hearing from him. I warned him early on how I react to neglect, but like many men who don’t make my cut, he thought he had things under control. Dominant women aren't aroused by the typical 'treat 'em mean' male behavior that is often neglectful. Women who do respond certainly exist, but they aren’t born dominant; they are trained into it. Pay attention dear subs, wannabe subs, and even veteran subs nagging their Dommes to fulfill their fantasies. Never forget that She is your First Priority. If you’re lucky enough to be chosen by Her, don’t neglect her, or choose the mundane details of your boring little life over her wants and needs, or try to coerce her into your fantasies. Deep down you know: if it’s happening on your terms, it isn't real submission. If you keep trying to control Her or the situation, you will either win and regret it, or lose and regret it. > The adventure was brief. While I was away for a week, he had an overwhelming urge to escape chastity, but underwhelming honesty in telling me about his success. He escaped pretty much as soon as I left—not easy given the steel cage with waist chain! But that shows how badly he wanted control of the situation. It wasn’t the first time either, though. Of course, I knew quickly. His poor attitude, refusal to do simple tasks, and low text responsiveness were ridiculously obvious signs. Normally I would come down hard after such a major infraction, and a severe, humiliating punishment came easily to mind. But after a few days of hoping he was smart enough to confess (which he wasn't), I realized that while I still wanted the lifestyle, I didn’t want him anymore. After giving him too many chances in the past, I no longer desired building a new relationship on pretend chastity or dishonesty. Communication is:key:, and honesty is the foundation. My time is limited and valuable, and I’d much rather enjoy my fabulously single life and focus on my career than waste it. > However, I really liked experiencing his chastity "mode" and found the practice delicious enough to be addictive, so I am very glad we met and got to cut my teeth on him. It didn’t bother me that he was a difficult case, but without honesty there can be no respect or real chastity taking place, so not a long-term prospect. It lasted just long enough for me to know exactly what I want. Now I know what turns me on, what turns me off, and who I'm looking for. It will be 100% on my terms, with a man who is extremely honest, to his own torturous detriment, and there will of course be enforced chastity when I am away on trips, whether for business or pleasure.:kiss: > I’m just a beginner in this lifestyle, but looking back, the distinctive signs of FLR and mental chastity have been woven into the fabric of my life and relationships throughout. In the relationships I experienced with dominant men, I was in constant research mode, dissecting their methods and noticing how it affected both of us mentally, picking my battles, and topping from the bottom on issues I cared about. These FLR fantasies that started since I was a bossy little girl are destined for real life. FLR is a desired lifestyle to me; I wouldn’t even call it just a kink. Chastity, whether physical or mental, go hand-in-hand. The Holy Trinity of male submission, of course, cannot be complete without eventual, selective cuckolding.:lockkey: But that's a whole other topic;) > These days I wake up every morning with a smile on my face and think, “God, I LOVE being a woman!” > Click to expand... Love the "title" of the thread...and really enjoyed the comment. Thank you for sharing.

H-m-m-m-m, why does this sound a bit fictional?