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I had pretty much known since my late teens that I was a submissive male.

I can remember watching movies back in the ’90s on cable. Every now and then, a movie would show up with a scene featuring a Dominatrix. Real Sex on HBO would have skits pertaining to BDSM, and other cable networks had some minor FemDom material that always caught my attention.

I was in college in the late 1990s, frequently fantasizing about submitting to a dominant woman. Throughout my early twenties, I never really became too heavily involved with it; all of my relationships were strictly vanilla.

In 1999, I read a fictional story in an adult magazine about a Dominant Wife who restricted her husband’s orgasms. This story made my heart beat very fast and caused me to break into a sweat as I was reading it. It was right then that I found out about my future interest in male chastity.

Then, in 2006, I began a relationship with a female who was very bossy. She never knew that I had a submissive side the entire time we were together. Our vanilla relationship lasted for quite a while, but I never told her that I wanted to submit to her. We broke up eventually, and still think about some of the times she and I were together. It was definitely somewhat of a missed opportunity. But in the end, I was better off.

The years that followed (2008–2011), I got involved in a very serious vanilla relationship. This time, I was able to let my (now ex) girlfriend know about my submissive tendencies. She and I had been together for about four years but never really experimented with FemDom play. Towards the end of our relationship, I told her that my submissive side was part of my life that I just couldn’t ignore. She did allow me to worship her feet on one or two occasions, but she never really took to it. One time, she used my computer and found some information relating to male chastity. When she questioned me about it, I told her it was part of FemDom that I was very interested in.

After breaking up in 2011, that is when I began taking the next step into exploring my submission.

At this point, I had already ordered my first and only chastity device: the CB6000s. The same CB6000s that I am wearing right now as I type this blog post.

In the latter part of 2011, I emailed a female dominant who lived somewhat close by to me. She had a profile on a website where like-minded individuals could socialize and network with each other. For our first meeting, she and I met at a shopping mall near her home. I was very nervous that night as it was the first time I ever knowingly stood in the presence of an openly dominant female.

The arrangement for that night was that I would take her shopping for an hour and buy her a few gifts in exchange for her company. At first glance, she was so much more beautiful than the pictures on her profile. After about 90 minutes (and $125 worth of gifts) of shopping, I was very eager to see her again.

She and I met at that same mall a few more times after that. About our third meeting, I had driven to the mall already locked in my CB6000s with a metal lock affixed to the device. That night, I handed her the keys and drove home from the mall unable to masturbate for the first time in my life. Needless to say, I was very excited.

That first lockup lasted only about five days before messaging her begging for my key back. She showed mercy; I drove to her home, got my key back, and unlocked. Phew!

2011 passed, and now it was moving into 2012. The meetings at her local mall had ceased, and the Mistress instructed me to become her cleaning slave instead of her shopping slave. Fortunately, this meant not having to spend $100 every time I saw her.

During the years that followed (2013–present), I began to clean her home more frequently. Now, almost four years later, I am a regular cleaning slave for my beloved Mistress. On average, I will clean for her about twice a month. She lives an hour away; otherwise, I would serve her more frequently.

During my trips to her home for cleaning, the Mistress allows me to worship her beautiful feet if I have done a good job. If not, she has me get down on all fours and suffer her dreaded cane. In addition, the Mistress is a big fan of nipple torture. Needless to say, my nipples have gotten plenty of attention over the past four years.

During these four years of service, the Mistress has been my sole keyholder. My average lockup in chastity lasts about two or three weeks before she gives me a few weeks off. The longest lockup she ever made me suffer through was just under five weeks. Needless to say, she has been quite lenient on me.

As I said earlier, the Mistress kept me in a metal lock for my initial real-chastity lockup. Ever since that first one, she has only used a plastic keylock for my device. This works well in case of an emergency, but she does lose an element of control by keeping me in a plastic lock.

Now it is the summer of 2015. In September, the Mistress and I will celebrate four years of my service to her. I will update this blog regularly.

So far, serving a dominant female has been a dream come true.