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Alright, let’s go back to the start. My wife used to be a doormat. Being Japanese, she instinctively acted submissively toward me. I had plenty of work ahead. We began our small journey with some light BDSM. The roles switched: sometimes mid-play; other times sticking to one role for the duration. She really enjoyed finding out her preferences. I did a lot of topping from the bottom, though. I’d done this before with an old friend who was like my slave. Chastity had been a long-held dream of mine, but it felt distant back then. Later, when she became pregnant with our first child, I considered bringing up the idea. My logic was that if I stayed locked up, she would have more freedom. She wasn’t exactly thrilled by the notion, but agreed to give it a try and see how things went. She rarely asked for sex; I always had to initiate intimacy. This continued during her pregnancy, and when I got locked in my CB3000 for the first time, she basically forgot about me! My first lock-up lasted a week, and when I reminded her, she apologized! Goodness, did she miss the point entirely! Still, it was an incredible week for me.