This is an unpleasant topic at best. But I would like to tap into collective wisdom of a wonderfully diversified group of people who share in this site.
Some background:
A few months before my 60th birthday, my wife of 28 years asked what I would like for such a monumental milestone. I have encouraged her for many of those years to give chastity and other non vanilla activities a try. “Not her thing” she would tell me. I had discovered this site a couple of months before the B-Day question. this couldn't be a coincidence. My wish was to be placed in chastity. She had been expressing concern about the stress I was experiencing at work. Recent promotion meant more responsibility. I shared that serving her as a chaste husband would help me deal with the stress and I would make it so she would not have to do much. To my surprise, she agreed to try. She took to it like a duck to water. Nothing wild and crazy, but she loved teasing me in my chastity device and really enjoyed watching me strain against the cage.
Since going through menopause 12 years earlier, my wife’s sex drive went the way of the dinosaur. She only desired one or two orgasms a month. After a couple of weeks of teasing me in chastity, her sex drive exploded. In 30 minutes one lazy Saturday afternoon, she had four orgasms. Each progressively more intense. Having her become my Key holding Queen was far more enjoyable than either of us had anticipated.
I had lost 60 lbs over the previous 8 months. Caged erections were coming fast and furious under my wife’s touch. The world was a happy place. At my annual physical, the doctor informed me my PSA had more than doubled in one year. She said I needed to see an Urologist immediately. I did. Nothing unusual felt on my prostate. Did enjoy the prostate massage. Note to self: need to purchase a butt plug that massages the prostate while cleaning the house. He recommended a biopsy out of an abundance of caution.
Week later comes the call. Sorry to inform you that 6 of the 12 biopsy samples came back positive for prostate cancer. Your Gleason score was 9 out of a possible 10. You have an aggressive and advanced cancer that needs to be treated immediately. Living in Phoenix, AZ, we have a lot of retired folks which means we have three great cancer centers. I needed a second opinion. More scans and another, sorry to inform you conversation, worst than the first. You have stage 4 prostate cancer that has metastasized to at least one Lymph Node and at least one spot in your bones.
We went from retirement planning to end of life planning. Statistics say I have 18 months to 5 years. I feel great. Just lost a bunch of weight and was exersizing daily. How the hell did this happen? Initial treatment is Antiandrogen therapy to start. They inject me with a three month dose of Lupron. To save you time from Googling it, essentially chemical castration. And the cancer that will take my life is called “Castrate Resistant.” If you have read a story about a man being drugged and kidnapped, waking up and finding he has breasts and no male genetalia, that’s how i felt three weeks into the treatment. Woke up one morning and found that I gone from man boobs, from being overweight, to full and firm breasts. My penis has shrunk by at least 50% and never becomes an erection. Testicles have shrunk 25% and have the firmness of an avocado that is at least two weeks passed the point of being ripe. The connection from my brain and nipples to my penis has disappeared. My new favorite color is pink.
My Queen just shut down. Her desire for physical intimacy vanished. She abdicated her throne. I waited a couple of months to bring up the topic of putting back on the throne. “I’ll think about it” was all she said. She had books and some wonderful articles sitting on her dresser that she was going to read prior to my diagnosis. She never touched them. Now four months have passed since we received the bad news. My desire and need to have her as my Queen again is stronger than ever. We have discussed it, but she can’t bring herself to start up again.
I apologize for the long story to get to the point of soliciting your assistance. For me, the fun of chastity was the teasing and restrictions on my cock and balls, not knowing when I might earn the privilege of a release. The cages I have are no longer an option. Other than serving my Queen or perhaps cross dressing, what other creative things can I enjoy for myself and with her?
The most important thing to me now is how can I help my wife become my Queen again. She keeps telling me she is thinking about it and well begin reading the books and stories soon. Two months after our first discussion everything is in the same spot on the dresser.
It may be that I have to simply accept my fate. She may never have the desire to be my Queen again. And I can certainly live with that. When we first started dating, I told her she was every man’s fantasy – but one man’s dream come true. She has proven me correct every day of our 28 wonderful years together. With luck and science, I may have many more years with her. But I would like to give it one more try. If she decides its a nonstarter for her, then I will have to give this up. Go cold turkey like a drug addict.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Writing is was good for me. Except I have to stop crying like a little girl. Another side effect of Lupron.
Some background:
A few months before my 60th birthday, my wife of 28 years asked what I would like for such a monumental milestone. I have encouraged her for many of those years to give chastity and other non vanilla activities a try. “Not her thing” she would tell me. I had discovered this site a couple of months before the B-Day question. this couldn't be a coincidence. My wish was to be placed in chastity. She had been expressing concern about the stress I was experiencing at work. Recent promotion meant more responsibility. I shared that serving her as a chaste husband would help me deal with the stress and I would make it so she would not have to do much. To my surprise, she agreed to try. She took to it like a duck to water. Nothing wild and crazy, but she loved teasing me in my chastity device and really enjoyed watching me strain against the cage.
Since going through menopause 12 years earlier, my wife’s sex drive went the way of the dinosaur. She only desired one or two orgasms a month. After a couple of weeks of teasing me in chastity, her sex drive exploded. In 30 minutes one lazy Saturday afternoon, she had four orgasms. Each progressively more intense. Having her become my Key holding Queen was far more enjoyable than either of us had anticipated.
I had lost 60 lbs over the previous 8 months. Caged erections were coming fast and furious under my wife’s touch. The world was a happy place. At my annual physical, the doctor informed me my PSA had more than doubled in one year. She said I needed to see an Urologist immediately. I did. Nothing unusual felt on my prostate. Did enjoy the prostate massage. Note to self: need to purchase a butt plug that massages the prostate while cleaning the house. He recommended a biopsy out of an abundance of caution.
Week later comes the call. Sorry to inform you that 6 of the 12 biopsy samples came back positive for prostate cancer. Your Gleason score was 9 out of a possible 10. You have an aggressive and advanced cancer that needs to be treated immediately. Living in Phoenix, AZ, we have a lot of retired folks which means we have three great cancer centers. I needed a second opinion. More scans and another, sorry to inform you conversation, worst than the first. You have stage 4 prostate cancer that has metastasized to at least one Lymph Node and at least one spot in your bones.
We went from retirement planning to end of life planning. Statistics say I have 18 months to 5 years. I feel great. Just lost a bunch of weight and was exersizing daily. How the hell did this happen? Initial treatment is Antiandrogen therapy to start. They inject me with a three month dose of Lupron. To save you time from Googling it, essentially chemical castration. And the cancer that will take my life is called “Castrate Resistant.” If you have read a story about a man being drugged and kidnapped, waking up and finding he has breasts and no male genetalia, that’s how i felt three weeks into the treatment. Woke up one morning and found that I gone from man boobs, from being overweight, to full and firm breasts. My penis has shrunk by at least 50% and never becomes an erection. Testicles have shrunk 25% and have the firmness of an avocado that is at least two weeks passed the point of being ripe. The connection from my brain and nipples to my penis has disappeared. My new favorite color is pink.
My Queen just shut down. Her desire for physical intimacy vanished. She abdicated her throne. I waited a couple of months to bring up the topic of putting back on the throne. “I’ll think about it” was all she said. She had books and some wonderful articles sitting on her dresser that she was going to read prior to my diagnosis. She never touched them. Now four months have passed since we received the bad news. My desire and need to have her as my Queen again is stronger than ever. We have discussed it, but she can’t bring herself to start up again.
I apologize for the long story to get to the point of soliciting your assistance. For me, the fun of chastity was the teasing and restrictions on my cock and balls, not knowing when I might earn the privilege of a release. The cages I have are no longer an option. Other than serving my Queen or perhaps cross dressing, what other creative things can I enjoy for myself and with her?
The most important thing to me now is how can I help my wife become my Queen again. She keeps telling me she is thinking about it and well begin reading the books and stories soon. Two months after our first discussion everything is in the same spot on the dresser.
It may be that I have to simply accept my fate. She may never have the desire to be my Queen again. And I can certainly live with that. When we first started dating, I told her she was every man’s fantasy – but one man’s dream come true. She has proven me correct every day of our 28 wonderful years together. With luck and science, I may have many more years with her. But I would like to give it one more try. If she decides its a nonstarter for her, then I will have to give this up. Go cold turkey like a drug addict.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Writing is was good for me. Except I have to stop crying like a little girl. Another side effect of Lupron.
