luckylocked Beginning to Take It Seriously

I’ve been keen to share the small discoveries we’re making on this journey, so I figure this is probably the best spot for it. We’ve been together for twenty-two years and married for nineteen, with two kids and a fairly standard life. My wife has always known about my kinks; we experimented a bit before the children arrived, but things kind of fizzled out then. Our vanilla sex was good, yet I felt there had to be something more.

I spent ages browsing the internet, looking at porn and various fetishes, becoming increasingly drawn to chastity. Eventually, I took the plunge and bought a CB6000, unsure if or when I’d actually get to use it. I hinted that I owned one; she wasn’t disgusted by the idea but didn’t really ask much about it, so it just sat in the drawer while we carried on as usual.

One evening, after attending a lovely party and having a bit too much to drink, we headed home. I gave her an amazing orgasm, and she was too tipsy to keep going. I suggested that she’d feel terrible the next day and asked if it wouldn’t be nice to just lock me up so she could have a personal assistant for the day while she rested and recovered. She may or may not remember saying yes; the following afternoon, after a full day of being pampered, she looked slightly surprised to see plastic under my shorts.

The device was accepted and stayed on for the rest of that day, followed by great sex that night. It came off again with little discussion, just returning to the drawer. About two weeks later, we repeated this performance; this time, she allowed me to keep it on for a few days. She commented that I seemed more attentive and enjoyed having me around, but once it was off, there was no further talk of it.

Our anniversary arrived, and I showered her with gifts, including a sexy new dress and heels. We went out for dinner, and when we got home, I gave her another wonderful orgasm. When she asked what I wanted as my present—expecting me to ask for a blowjob—I asked if she would lock me up for a week and keep the key. She looked a little hesitant but agreed, had me locked up, kissed me on the cheek, and we went to sleep.

Well, in short, that one week stretched into two, then into a month. We had lots of fun; she experienced many orgasms and did less chores. I was denied release but enjoyed topping from the bottom until our trip overseas ended the game.

Then came four weeks off, and I brought it up again. She admitted she’d enjoyed it but insisted that the topping must stop. If we were going to play again, things would be on her terms. I agreed, and we locked me up once more; that was twenty-six days ago.

This current lockup has been a completely different experience. During the first long stretch, she confessed feeling guilty about all the effort I put in, thinking it felt like a ‘fake’ dynamic. She wasn’t entirely happy giving orders and wondered if she really could be a dom (she is; she just hadn’t admitted it).

After I pointed out her gaze on my bulge while I described how much I enjoyed being her sub, she settled into the role beautifully. She became quite content sitting on the sofa chatting with me while I cooked, cleaned, washed dishes, did laundry, and handled whatever else needed doing. Over these last 26 days, this has become second nature to her; she feels no guilt at all and even leaves things where they fall, knowing I will scurry behind her to tidy up.

Her peak moment for me was when she went to the theater with a friend. She dressed so sexily and made me strap on her heels for her. Then she relaxed with a glass of wine, waiting for her ride while I bustled around preparing dinner and baths for the kids at night, just dangling my foot and giving me coy little looks. When I walked over to show affection, she very bluntly told me to get back to work. I was incredibly horny, having this beautiful lady totally deny and tease me so effectively; she knew it perfectly. As she left, she whispered in my ear that the house better be perfect when she returns, or I’d be denied helping her undress for bed. The house was pristine when she came home at 1 AM, and I was straining against the cage to service her. Thank goodness she let me; I was a mess of desire craving the ability to please her.

The next big breakthrough happened a week later after I’d attended a lunch with the boys. I called her around 4 PM, and she said she didn’t mind if I stayed on, but there might be a nice surprise waiting at home. Any thoughts of wasting the afternoon vanished, so I arranged to meet her on her bus ride home. On the bus, we chatted, then she asked if I was ready for my surprise. Like an eager puppy, I couldn’t wait to find out. Out came those vanilla words: “You’re gonna be my bitch tonight! You will do all the household chores when we get home, cook me a beautiful dinner, and clean up. When you aren’t doing something, you must stay at my feet massaging them. If you perform well, I’ll allow you to please me.”

I couldn’t believe how into it she was; it was a sensational night. I cooked, cleaned, and followed my routine, but sitting at her feet while giving her an hour-and-a-half foot massage as she read magazines and shopped online drove me wild.

We had a long talk last night—hence this post—and she explained some realities to me. She acknowledged that the device and lack of orgasm create different feelings now but doesn’t think they are fake anymore. We agreed that the CB acts like an amplifier for my submissive desires and her dominant ones. She loves the intimacy, kissing, and cuddling as well as the occasional ultra-strict dominance she has shown. She particularly emphasized that I am a much happier person when locked up, that it suits me well, and that she truly is a dominant, assertive woman who wants to remain so for as long as this lasts.

This brings us to the highlight and also the scary part for me. Initially, I had suggested we try lasting as long as the previous lockup. Last night, she asked if I was comfortable now that I’d switched from the 6000 to the 6000s, which is far more comfortable for me; it doesn’t feel like it’s constantly slipping off or out. I also find it very easy to clean with a 20ml syringe and soapy water plus Q-tips, passing the sniff test every time. She asked me to remove it for an inspection, which I did. Right after, she got a good look at all my bits, satisfied herself that everything was okay, and told me to go back in but not fasten the lock.

After some arguing with myself and applying an ice pack, I wrestled it back into place and presented with the lock open. She asked me to meet her gaze, and as she snapped the lock shut, she said the keys would be properly hidden this time—no emergency key—and there will be no orgasms this year. Misbehavior will result in added weeks, not days. Holding her stare, my cock swelled again.

“Is this really what you want, my love?” she asked.

I couldn’t help myself. I blurted out a yes, mistress. She smiled, slapped me on the ass, and sent me off to get her a cup of tea.

My feelings are so bizarre now. Secretly, I always wanted her to take control; now that she has, I am also very conscious of still being her man. She insists that I am, and I believe her. She is genuinely happy being dominant. I can tell when she’s uncomfortable about something, and the last few days have had an air of absolute contentment about them. I love her so much and I love where we are heading. Now I just need to regain my concentration because work won’t wait for me.

Hopefully, I’ve got that off my chest now, but I’ll be sure to keep you posted.

BTW: She talked me into getting a puppy. We always have dogs but were on a break; it was inevitable we’d get another one. I managed to resist until last night when I finally buckled.

(ore the talk) Afterward she checked if I was certain, and I believe my head is clear enough to handle those choices, though it’s hard to say for sure. Still, everything feels right. See you later.