It all started with a podcast

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Now Alexandra

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We had a 90-minute drive to Cape Cod and were searching for a mutually agreeable listen. My wife and I don’t share musical tastes. I like Van Halen. She likes shitty music. We eventually settled on the idea of a podcast. True Crime? Pop culture? Sexy fun?

She chose sexy fun. From the zillions of options she selected one from Krystine Kellogg, and her journey as the lead in a Female Led Relationship. I found it interesting. My wife loved it.

We talked a lot about FLR that weekend at the Cape. Over drinks, at the beach, in bed … she/we kept coming back to the discussion. By the time we were driving home, my wife said she wanted to try taking the lead in our relationship.

Fine by me. At the time I figured it would be fun playtime and funny watching her try and lead. She also set her first ground rule – she cums first when we have sex.

Rehashing how this all started is like truly going back in time. We were so naïve.
 
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What I didn’t realize at the time was how interesting she found the FLR topic to be. She read. And read. She consumed hundreds, if not thousands, of FLR written pages over those initial couple of weeks. I knew she was researching. I did not know how much for how long. Over time I came to understand why and her rationale provides great insight into what makes her such an incredible Domme and Keyholder:

“While I realized I could never ingest everything, I could learn a little about a lot. I didn’t need to be an FLR expert, I just needed to be ahead of you.”

Her head start over those first weeks established the foundation so much of our relationship has been built on over the last 3 years. I've been blissfully on the back foot from Day 1.
 
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A month or so into our journey, she introduced a ritual that remains with us through today: daily affirmations. I was to say these out loud, looking her straight in the eyes, once in the morning and once at night. She writes them and she changes them every three weeks or so. Sometimes she will only swap out one. Other times she makes wholesale changes. I’m allowed to read them as written when new affirmations are introduced, but they must be memorized by Day 2 otherwise I am punished. These have changed significantly over time, but the affirmations below are what we started with.

I am blessed to serve my Queen
Her way is my true north
Her instructions are to be followed
She makes the rules
I must listen closely
I must be an active husband
What’s mine is hers
I shall keep no secrets
She owns my mind, body and spirit
Her desires are my desires

I smile when I see “husband” because it’s a clue she hadn’t fallen in love with feminization yet.
 
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My wife is the sexiest person in the world. I’m biased of course, but wrapped inside that sexy brain is the most mischievous, calculating, caring, daring and patient person on the planet. Sitting on top of that hot-fudge sundae is her crowning cherry: pragmatism. We talk all the time about our relationship and one of the questions I ask often is “why?” – why this, why that, why now, etc. Her answers are not long-winded. In fact, they’re incredibly economical. She has this ability to sum up a huge swirl of feelings or ideas with one statement and sometimes one word. Early on I asked her “why are you so attracted to the dominant role?” and her answer spoke volumes:

“Because it suits me.”

Me. She could have easily said “us,” but her word choice was absolutely the proper one. I cannot imagine a woman more perfectly suited to FemDom.
 
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One of the many FLR aspects my wife mastered quickly was setting expectations. Even early on she was clear and concise, often using an example of the “right way” and one of the “wrong way.” I learned using both. FLR’s aren’t rocket science. But they require great communication among a laundry list of other attributes.

I was raised right. I think anyway. I’m polite. I have manners. Not some high-class uppity stuff, just polite. “Men open doors,” my mother always said. So I opened car doors, store doors and countless others as a child and it continued throughout my life. It was one of the first chemical sparks we had when I met the woman who would become my wife. I opened the car door for her on our first date. She appreciated it. She commented on it. It was one expectation she didn’t have to set.

As our FLR progressed, so did her expectation list. I went from doing the dishes (an early expectation) to clearing the dishes between courses. Salad plates and related silverware were expected to be cleared and replaced with a dinner plate and fresh silver. Wine and water were to be refilled. Food was to be prepared and served. She chose the menu, sometimes with great detail, other times with none – “chicken.”

As I said in my first post, there was a naivety to the early days. At least for me. Meeting her expectations felt like a lot to do back then. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was just getting started.
 
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One of the many FLR aspects my wife mastered quickly was setting expectations. Even early on she was clear and concise, often using an example of the “right way” and one of the “wrong way.” I learned using both. FLR’s aren’t rocket science. But they require great communication among a laundry list of other attributes.

I was raised right. I think anyway. I’m polite. I have manners. Not some high-class uppity stuff, just polite. “Men open doors,” my mother always said. So I opened car doors, store doors and countless others as a child and it continued throughout my life. It was one of the first chemical sparks we had when I met the woman who would become my wife. I opened the car door for her on our first date. She appreciated it. She commented on it. It was one expectation she didn’t have to set.

As our FLR progressed, so did her expectation list. I went from doing the dishes (an early expectation) to clearing the dishes between courses. Salad plates and related silverware were expected to be cleared and replaced with a dinner plate and fresh silver. Wine and water were to be refilled. Food was to be prepared and served. She chose the menu, sometimes with great detail, other times with none – “chicken.”

As I said in my first post, there was a naivety to the early days. At least for me. Meeting her expectations felt like a lot to do back then. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was just getting started.
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Oh wow. This story is giving me the butterflies already!
 
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I remember the first night we met. It was at a wedding for one of her good friends. She was a bridesmaid. I, on the other hand, came incredibly close to not going. It was one of those situations where a friend group got invited and I was part of that friend group, but definitely on the outer banks of it. It wouldn’t have surprised me, had fate been different, if I would have been the first person “cut” from the invite list. I didn’t even go to the bachelor party because one of my closest friends, a lifeline for me to that group, wasn’t going to be able to make it.

I decided to go to the wedding that very day. Zero expectations. Figured I’d have some drinks with the boys, hug the bride and bail.

I noticed her during the ceremony. Petite (she’s 5’4”, athletic), pretty dark hair, beautiful green eyes. She looked great in her dress, a radiant light blue. I was talking to a friend about waterskiing of all things, drinking a beer and leaning slightly against a pole at the reception when she appeared from the other side of the pole. Right as I said to my friend, “so listen to this one,” meaning a waterskiing story, there she was.

“I’ll listen to it, but you’re going to have to get me a drink first,” were the first words she said to me. Completely hijacked the conversation while being fun and flirty at the same time. It was powerful. I got her that drink and we never separated again that night.

She had a room with one of the other girls in the wedding party, but as fate – there it is again – would have it, the other girl elected to go home with her family after the wedding. We partied with a group until the hotel bar closed. Then she asked me to stay the night.

I just assumed what was coming next. I was wrong. We did hook up. Kissed for what felt like hours. I discovered she had breast implants. I got to 3rd base briefly but was thrown out at home plate. Setting the stage for what would come much later, she teased me for, at most, 5 seconds. It wasn’t what I thought was going to happen, but it was amazing nonetheless. We still laugh about this night all the time and the jokes have a deeper meaning every time we do.

When we look back, so much of our “now” life was plain to see “then” if you knew what to look for. Her confident control of my conversation the moment we met, the teasing, the denial. I was hooked from the drop.
 
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The road to chastity and all that came after it probably started with the podcast. I only say that because pursuing a Female Led Relationship probably leads to a cage for a significant percentage of us. What that percentage is, I don’t know, but I’d imagine it’s fairly high.

However, understanding this next entry, speaks less to the podcast beginning and more to where we were at this time, around four months into our journey. Because how it played out is a confluence of at least three factors:
  • As our FLR progressed we began experimenting with light bondage: handcuffs and tie-ups, blindfolds, a riding crop.
  • I was never well endowed. Not super small, around 5 inches, but definitely on the lower end and certainly nothing impressive. A grower too, so barely over an inch when I was soft.
  • Her rule of always cumming first had forever altered our sex life.
Quite often our sexcapades began (and still begin) with kissing and touching and that leads to me going down on her. Because of her “I always cum first” rule, I’d usually have a vibrator or a dildo at the ready so after warming her up through oral I could add additional stimulation through penetration. This was a new dildo, bigger and thicker and a cut above the others we had at the time. After a long session of using my tongue and our new, bigger friend, she proceeded to change positions.

Now, my arms were tied to the bed above my head. I was blindfolded. She was riding my face, reverse-cowgirl and mildly using the riding crop. By this point, her sexual confidence had gone up a level and she had gotten comfortable being greedy and focusing on her own pleasure. There have been plenty of times my head has been between her legs in one position or another and she’s been so lost in her moment that I’ve almost passed out due to a lack of air.

With her controlling the pace, she quickly got back to the edge. She came on my face moments later.

Next, she straddled my erect cock. I love pleasuring my wife. Between that, the riding crop teasing and her occasionally stroking me with her hands, I was already on the edge. Three or four pumps later, I was done.

I remember her pussy feeling stretched from the dildo. It felt different. But I was only inside her for a few moments before I came so the feeling of it being different was fleeting.

She untied me and took the blindfold off. As our heavy breathing subsided, I remember saying to her “that was amazing.”

What she said next sent shockwaves.

“I couldn’t feel it.”
 
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I have suspicions.

Someone asked me this very morning how, out of the millions of sex and relationship podcasts, my wife “stumbled” upon Krystine Kellogg’s. Truth is, a few weeks into our new journey, I’d asked her the same thing.

“It’s just what came up.”

Since then I’ve gone to Spotify and searched for sexy podcasts using a variety of search terms over a dozen times. And on none of those occasions did Krystine’s podcast appear as one of the top results. Now, I’m not saying my wife had the idea to start a Female Led Relationship prior to the moment we got into the car. But I have suspicions.

Sex is such an important aspect of any loving relationship. The first time my wife told me she couldn’t feel me inside her, I was crushed. I felt inadequate, embarrassed, even worried.

“I couldn’t feel it.”

Her words just rattled around in my head.

Since that revelation, I’ve come to learn that Small Penis Humiliation is a “thing,” a popular and effective tool used by Dominants to create feelings of, interestingly enough: inadequacy, embarrassment and angst (among others) within their submissive.

I have the benefit of time. I am currently writing this journal, not as a daily diary of the present, but as a recap of the past so I can get to the present. Small Penis Humiliation plays a much larger role in our relationship down the road. Now, I am not saying her comment was anything more than a wife being honest with her partner. It was, at that time, one statement and one moment and it is entirely possible there was nothing more to it.

But given where our relationship was headed, I have suspicions.
 
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I am blessed to serve my Queen
Her way is my true north
Her instructions are to be followed
She makes the rules
I must listen closely
I must be an active husband
What’s mine is hers
I shall keep no secrets
She owns my mind, body and spirit
Her desires are my desires
Van Halen and shitty music are not mutually exclusive.
 
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Sincere thanks for reading (and clearly reading carefully). That's very funny. Incorrect, but very funny.
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Lol actually no problem with van Halen just thought it was funny like, "don't doubt my musical taste, I listen to van halen".
 
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“What do you think … about this?”

My wife faced the laptop in my direction. On the screen was the “Micro Cock Cages” page from CB-X.com. My face flushed. We had talked about chastity cages a few times over the prior week and I had already agreed to try one. Still, the Micro Cock Cages part of it hit me hard.

I played dumb. “What about it?”

“Which one should we get?” she asked.

I looked closer at the page. There were two options: the Mini-Me and Mr. Stubb. Both names spoke to inadequacy. With the emasculating dimensions of each plainly laid out, my ego chose the larger one.

“Mr. Stubb, baby, really?” she teased. “Bragging?”

“Nothing says testosterone like Mr. Stubb,” I joked.

“We need to measure it,” she said.

After doing so, and hearing my wife saying things like “let’s see, it’s an inch and … a little,” I just wanted the whole buying process to be over. Locking me up was her idea and she made it clear that controlling my orgasms excited her. I was happy to try it, but calling me “small” had by now become a daily occurrence. This was just adding fuel to the fire.

“I think you can fit into the Mini-Me,” she said, grinning.

“Let’s walk first, with Mr. Stubb.”

“Mr. Stubb it is. What color should we get?”

I looked at the page again. The choices were black, pink and clear.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Black? Clear?”

“It’s settled then. Pink it is."
 
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Pink it is!!
Hilarious, and what I assume is fitting for her end game plan.
Great read!
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“What do you think … about this?”

My wife faced the laptop in my direction. On the screen was the “Micro Cock Cages” page from CB-X.com. My face flushed. We had talked about chastity cages a few times over the prior week and I had already agreed to try one. Still, the Micro Cock Cages part of it hit me hard.

I played dumb. “What about it?”

“Which one should we get?” she asked.

I looked closer at the page. There were two options: the Mini-Me and Mr. Stubb. Both names spoke to inadequacy. With the emasculating dimensions of each plainly laid out, my ego chose the larger one.

“Mr. Stubb, baby, really?” she teased. “Bragging?”

“Nothing says testosterone like Mr. Stubb,” I joked.

“We need to measure it,” she said.

After doing so, and hearing my wife saying things like “let’s see, it’s an inch and … a little,” I just wanted the whole buying process to be over. Locking me up was her idea and she made it clear that controlling my orgasms excited her. I was happy to try it, but calling me “small” had by now become a daily occurrence. This was just adding fuel to the fire.

“I think you can fit into the Mini-Me,” she said, grinning.

“Let’s walk first, with Mr. Stubb.”

“Mr. Stubb it is. What color should we get?”

I looked at the page again. The choices were black, pink and clear.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Black? Clear?”

“It’s settled then. Pink it is."
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