Introductions discussion

We’ve been married for four and a half decades. I’m sixty-nine, she’s sixty-seven. For the last few years, I’d fallen into watching porn while neglecting her with my habit of jerking off. That addiction was wrecking our marriage, so I made up my mind to end it. On June 19, I drafted a letter, printed it out on a big envelope, and set it down on her pillow. It included “Male Chastity: A Guide for Keyholders”. In the note, I focused on MY issue and asked her to read through the book with an open heart.

Five days later, that following Sunday morning, she called me out onto the porch. We chatted for roughly two hours, and she decided she wanted to give chastity a shot. Six days after that, our first cage arrived (a knock-off CB3000), and I heard the lock click shut for the very first time. Since then, I’ve been locked around the clock, only taking it off twice—once overnight, and once for five days while we were on our anniversary trip.

We drafted and signed a contract on August 15th that gave her total authority over my cock (and hers) along with the right to punish me if I broke any rules. I handle most of the housework and laundry. When doing chores, I have to be naked except for wearing my cage. Occasionally she’ll make me wear panties or an apron as well. My role is to serve her needs whenever she asks, without hesitation. She has full discretion over when and how we have sex.

It’s been just a little more than three months now, but happiness is back in our home, and I don’t see myself ever returning to the way things were. This lifestyle feels completely right for both of us.