The last time that my wife and I attempted to include chastity in our relationship, things started out as expected; with trepidation, and lack of understanding. I told her that I felt like I was addicted to porn and masturbation and that it was affecting my relationship with her. She agreed that I could include honor system chastity, and after a few months I convinced her that we could try FLR and include a device in my practice.
She would not participate in keyholding and tolerated my use of chastity, but as the months went on her views on keyholding and active participation in my chastity brought an abrupt end to our play. She felt that it was, “Against my basic human rights to freedom.” And that she refused to be anything but, “Real”.
We both agreed that there was a layer that FLR brought to our relationship that we both enjoyed very much. We both became much closer, she was getting a lot of attention in the form of back rubs and foot rubs, but found that talking about my progress was too much for her to commit to.
This was due largely in part to her work load and capacity for home life decreasing.
About a year has passed and I have played with my device on again and off again, but during the holiday season I found that I had put on a little weight. I experienced, for the first time in 20 years having to purchase larger pants…
This may not sound like a big deal, but she was also beginning to make comments about how I was putting on weight and that I wasn’t looking like she is used to me looking. I was beginning to take it personally… Couple this with the fact that our intimacy had reduced in the last few months and the recipe for depression had began to set in.
My wife had given me a list of things to complete during the week. I didn’t do any of it Monday, and that day (Tuesday) was starting out much the same.
I had just finished binge watching all of the shows from my favorite Youtuber, while eating 6 Almond Roca that came from a huge tin container that my wife had bought me for Christmas, when I thought to myself… “I really need to make better choices.”
I looked at the wrapper in my hand and said out loud into the empty room in which I sat, “These are very tasty, but this is not a good choice. I need to do something so that I do not make this choice again.”
I thought for a moment, and decided that I would wear my chastity device that day to remind me that I should not be wasting my time, and that I should make better food choices for making bad choices that day.
Then I looked at the pile of wrappers… I picked them up and thumbed through them…I felt pretty bad about what I had done and thought, “If someone were holding my key, what would they say about this?
The answer came immediately… I said out loud, “One day for each wrapper.” That’s not too bad. I mean I would learn my lesson and hopefully get back on track.
Later that day I was cleaning the kitchen and came across a box of chocolates. My wife had previously asked me to eat them so that she wouldn’t. She has been trying to lose weight and these were a gift that she told me to take away from her. I picked up the box and noticed that there were only 5 left.
“I can finish these off and throw away the box! Then she doesn’t have to worry about these pesky chocolates anymore!” As I finished the last chocolate, I realized that I was making bad choices for myself… And that I needed to add a day for each chocolate. Ugh… Hmmm… 11 days I had racked up in a matter of moments… Hmmm… This was starting to become less than Ideal.
That evening, I was making roasted chicken. The kids had been driving me nuts. I got their homework out and had them working on it, but every time I turned around they were out of their seats and farting around with toys.
I poured myself nice glass of red wine (Manage e Tois California Red) As I put the glass to my lips I realized… This is a bad choice. I thought, “Well, I’ll just drink this glass and add a day to my chastity.” Then I thought about how today I would have racked up 12 days in chastity. What would tomorrow bring… I contemplated how to get the wine back into the bottle, as I had not yet drank any and decided to put plastic wrap over it and save it for another occasion…
If I was not careful my “Internal Dominatrix Keyholder” would have me- never getting out of my device. I could hear the voice in my head, “Go ahead, and drink that glass of wine. It’s just one day. It’s not such a big deal.”
Soon I would have a year in chastity at the cost of eating some deserts and having a few drinks… The following days, unbeknownst to my wife, I spent locked and very productive. I stayed away from Youtube, anything sweet. I drank water with every meal (except breakfast where I get to have orange juice.) She noticed how much work I had been getting done and made some nice comments.
I was lucky enough to spend two evenings in a row in the car with her running errands while the kids stayed home playing computer games. The first night I just listened. I sympathized, I repeated her issues to let her know that I was listening. I reflected her emotions and did my best to be a good husband. I did tell her that I had noticed that I wasn’t taking care of myself and that I was trying to do better.
The second night was much the same. I listened, sympathized and was generally just being a good husband. On the way home I repeated that I had been feeling bad about myself and that I hoped that she noticed the difference.
“I’ve been locked up until 8 pm every night for the last few nights. I take it off so that I can tuck the kids in. I’ve been trying to be a better me, and I’m using this to help curb some of my bad habits. In fact I have racked up 11 days from eating candy, so I won’t be doing that again for a while. I don’t expect you to participate, but if you want me to remove it or leave it on for any reason I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Jeez, that’s a long stretch. 11 days is a long time.” She said. “Well, at least it sounds like you are doing it for the right reasons.”
Instantly I swelled up in my cage…
We spent a lot of good snuggly time together on the couch after dinner. It came time to head to bed. I tucked the kids in and said I was hoping that we be a little more intimate.
“Did you take it off?” She said with a sly smile?
“Yes, it’s after 8pm. But if you want I’ll put it back on. I really just want to go down on you.”
“No, you don’t have to put it on. But let’s watch some shows together for a bit.”
So we snuggled and watched shows for a while, then made love.
My “O” was a little painful from either not being used to having such a full prostate or lack of muscular use. It was still very awesome and I am excited about this week of chastity that just started.
Now to decide whether to drink that glass of wine or not…
She would not participate in keyholding and tolerated my use of chastity, but as the months went on her views on keyholding and active participation in my chastity brought an abrupt end to our play. She felt that it was, “Against my basic human rights to freedom.” And that she refused to be anything but, “Real”.
We both agreed that there was a layer that FLR brought to our relationship that we both enjoyed very much. We both became much closer, she was getting a lot of attention in the form of back rubs and foot rubs, but found that talking about my progress was too much for her to commit to.
This was due largely in part to her work load and capacity for home life decreasing.
About a year has passed and I have played with my device on again and off again, but during the holiday season I found that I had put on a little weight. I experienced, for the first time in 20 years having to purchase larger pants…
This may not sound like a big deal, but she was also beginning to make comments about how I was putting on weight and that I wasn’t looking like she is used to me looking. I was beginning to take it personally… Couple this with the fact that our intimacy had reduced in the last few months and the recipe for depression had began to set in.
My wife had given me a list of things to complete during the week. I didn’t do any of it Monday, and that day (Tuesday) was starting out much the same.
I had just finished binge watching all of the shows from my favorite Youtuber, while eating 6 Almond Roca that came from a huge tin container that my wife had bought me for Christmas, when I thought to myself… “I really need to make better choices.”
I looked at the wrapper in my hand and said out loud into the empty room in which I sat, “These are very tasty, but this is not a good choice. I need to do something so that I do not make this choice again.”
I thought for a moment, and decided that I would wear my chastity device that day to remind me that I should not be wasting my time, and that I should make better food choices for making bad choices that day.
Then I looked at the pile of wrappers… I picked them up and thumbed through them…I felt pretty bad about what I had done and thought, “If someone were holding my key, what would they say about this?
The answer came immediately… I said out loud, “One day for each wrapper.” That’s not too bad. I mean I would learn my lesson and hopefully get back on track.
Later that day I was cleaning the kitchen and came across a box of chocolates. My wife had previously asked me to eat them so that she wouldn’t. She has been trying to lose weight and these were a gift that she told me to take away from her. I picked up the box and noticed that there were only 5 left.
“I can finish these off and throw away the box! Then she doesn’t have to worry about these pesky chocolates anymore!” As I finished the last chocolate, I realized that I was making bad choices for myself… And that I needed to add a day for each chocolate. Ugh… Hmmm… 11 days I had racked up in a matter of moments… Hmmm… This was starting to become less than Ideal.
That evening, I was making roasted chicken. The kids had been driving me nuts. I got their homework out and had them working on it, but every time I turned around they were out of their seats and farting around with toys.
I poured myself nice glass of red wine (Manage e Tois California Red) As I put the glass to my lips I realized… This is a bad choice. I thought, “Well, I’ll just drink this glass and add a day to my chastity.” Then I thought about how today I would have racked up 12 days in chastity. What would tomorrow bring… I contemplated how to get the wine back into the bottle, as I had not yet drank any and decided to put plastic wrap over it and save it for another occasion…
If I was not careful my “Internal Dominatrix Keyholder” would have me- never getting out of my device. I could hear the voice in my head, “Go ahead, and drink that glass of wine. It’s just one day. It’s not such a big deal.”
Soon I would have a year in chastity at the cost of eating some deserts and having a few drinks… The following days, unbeknownst to my wife, I spent locked and very productive. I stayed away from Youtube, anything sweet. I drank water with every meal (except breakfast where I get to have orange juice.) She noticed how much work I had been getting done and made some nice comments.
I was lucky enough to spend two evenings in a row in the car with her running errands while the kids stayed home playing computer games. The first night I just listened. I sympathized, I repeated her issues to let her know that I was listening. I reflected her emotions and did my best to be a good husband. I did tell her that I had noticed that I wasn’t taking care of myself and that I was trying to do better.
The second night was much the same. I listened, sympathized and was generally just being a good husband. On the way home I repeated that I had been feeling bad about myself and that I hoped that she noticed the difference.
“I’ve been locked up until 8 pm every night for the last few nights. I take it off so that I can tuck the kids in. I’ve been trying to be a better me, and I’m using this to help curb some of my bad habits. In fact I have racked up 11 days from eating candy, so I won’t be doing that again for a while. I don’t expect you to participate, but if you want me to remove it or leave it on for any reason I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Jeez, that’s a long stretch. 11 days is a long time.” She said. “Well, at least it sounds like you are doing it for the right reasons.”
Instantly I swelled up in my cage…
We spent a lot of good snuggly time together on the couch after dinner. It came time to head to bed. I tucked the kids in and said I was hoping that we be a little more intimate.
“Did you take it off?” She said with a sly smile?
“Yes, it’s after 8pm. But if you want I’ll put it back on. I really just want to go down on you.”
“No, you don’t have to put it on. But let’s watch some shows together for a bit.”
So we snuggled and watched shows for a while, then made love.
My “O” was a little painful from either not being used to having such a full prostate or lack of muscular use. It was still very awesome and I am excited about this week of chastity that just started.
Now to decide whether to drink that glass of wine or not…
I don't punish myself for, say, eating a cookie - I adjust what I do next: say, adding another up-and-down round on the stairs. Positive reinforcement works better for me than punishment.
