Can a chastity device change a relationship?
"I'd like a foot rub," says my wife.
It's Tuesday night and I'm kneeling in the corner in my new
Custom Chastity magic locker device.
"As you wish, mistress." I say. "This new chastity device is so practical I can wear it by default. Can I talk you through the way the keys could work?"
"
What?"
My timing is bad, she's had a long day at work. However, I push on. "You still have the old Holy Trainer key on your key ring. We can swap them over..."
Xena cuts me off. "I've got too many bloody keys on my ring anyway. I don't need extra."
"But..."
"Just shut up and rub my feet."
"Yes mistress," I say.
I really don't want to shut up. I
do want to argue with her. It annoys me when I end up carrying the BDSM side of our Female Led Relationship, given that she enjoys it so much when she's in the mood.
When we first started with FLR and chastity using the Holy Trainer 2, I would report on my wearing and Xena would decide whether and when I could unlock the next day.
It didn't really work.
On me, the Holy Trainer was in the
almost practical category. The locking superstructure subtly affected my movement, the bulge affected my choice of clothing and made it just a little harder, e.g., to slip between tables in a pub or cafe. Also, though I had managed to shower and dry in it, it was better to remove it for exercise and certainly bathing.
So there were no obvious thresholds and a lot of balancing of risk and comfort against her (real but rarely stated) desire to keep me locked.
All this was more nuanced and implied too much responsibility than she could cope with at the end of a long day when the focus was supposed to be on her. We'd have cringy "No, what do
you think?" conversations, and she'd always let me unlock if I asked.
After a while, we shifted to me being locked by default, but again, she'd always let me unlock if I asked.
The end result was a vague rule that I would be mostly locked, but with me in control of it and starting to feel like a sad perv being indulged by his long suffering wife.... even though I know from her various unguarded remarks that she
likes me locked.
The Custom Chastity device I received 18 months ago changed the practicality equation. There was no need to remove it for showering or for most activities. I managed to wear it for over a month! However, though it was much more practical than the Holy Trainer, there was still a sliding scale and I didn't feel like going back to those awkward conversations. Instead, I concentrated on proving I
could do marathons so that Xena would feel more comfortable with the responsibility.
This new Custom Chastity device seems to be a game changer. It conforms almost exactly to my man parts, so has minimal bulge, and it doesn't have a superstructure to jab into my pubis. (
Click through for pics.)
There's also an actual physical key. Previously, I stuck with the cable ties so as to minimise the profile and cut down on the weight - a padlock would have reduced some of the practicality.
So now I have this plan to give Xena to make 24/7 chastity work for us... something she seems to want, and something that's the premise of
all my Femdom erotica.
And she won't discuss it right now, even though I am desperate to.
However, we
are in an FLR and so I obey her.
That night she leaves me kneeling in the corner for 15 mins after light out.
Thursday night and she's got work to do.
"Give me your keys," I say, "And I'll get rid of the extras."
Actually, there aren't any extras. There used to be a couple of spare fetter keys, but they're long gone. I remove the Holy Trainer 2 key and replace her key ring on the hook.
When I return to the bedroom, she's writing a report for the next day. I spend an hour and a half kneeling in the corner. When I curl up on my side, she looks up and says, "No, you have to kneel." I spend the next half an hour very turned on indeed as I do whenever she states a kinky preference that's clearly
for her.
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| "No, you have to kneel." |
When it's time to report, I remind her about my transgression.
"I won't demerit you this time," she says, "because we only just discovered the rule."
This, by the way, is why she doesn't generally talk about kink. Her kinky Femdom comes from her whimsical playful side that isn't really amenable to reflection or introspection. Instead, it pops out ideas and rules that she subsequently embraces.
At last, she lets me come to bed. As we lie in the dark, I blurt, "I wish you'd take my key!"
"What?" she says, "I thought that's what you were doing earlier."
I give a mental sigh. Talk about communication by smoke signals. "So you want my key?" I ask.
"Yes, now shut up and go to sleep."
And I do.
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It's generally easier to talk about
objects than erotic activities |
In the morning, while her coffee is brewing, I add my key to her ring. When I serve the coffee, I present her with my emergency key: a second key that's security sealed into bit of tubing. "You need to initial this."
She cheerfully initials the seal then heads off to work.
That night - last night - when it's report time, I present her with both clickers - silver for demerits, red for penalty days - plus the emergency key. "You'll notice the seal's unbroken, mistress," I say.
"So I see," she says.
And
this is why the new system is going to work.
Outside an erotic headspace, it's generally easier to talk about objects than erotic activities. Now I can in effect say, "Still locked up" and she can acknowledge it and take - or at least
share - responsibility, all without actually speaking about it directly.
Better still, she has to take an actual action - give me her keys, or at least tell me where they are - in order to permit me to unlock. It's enough of a fuss to tip the balance in favour of saying no.
And the new device is about as good a male chastity cage as is possible (though not as good as the inescapable
Happy Happy Chaste Boi Purity Device(tm) that features in most of my erotica.)
Finally, the emergency key salves her conscience and soothes her legitimate worries: I can always unlock if I really need to. The thing is to get her to take responsibility for making that a very undesirably course of action.
Ahem.
"Mistress," I say, "I think the rule is that I can break the seal for genuine emergencies only. Otherwise there needs to be a penalty so draconian it's almost unthinkable. And if I
do need to unlock, but should have forseen it, then that's too bad."
"OK," she says, smirking. "Five days and five lashes."
"That's a bit pathetic." I grimace. "That doesn't really cut it."
She laughs. "How about twenty days and five lashes?"
"What? I meant that it didn't sound like enough lashes. It's the wrong way around."
"Oh," she says. "Twenty five days
and twenty five lashes."
"That's not what I meant..." I trail off, feeling my cock pulse wetly in its cage. "Yes mistress," I say.
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| "Come to bed," she says, "I want to sit and read together. |
She looks at me quizzically. "Are you going to wear it all the time now?"
"That's up to you. What are you worried about?"
"I don't want you to get caught."
"Don't worry, it's really unlikely in this device."
"Come to bed," she says, "I want to sit and read together."
And we do.
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