Im writing a blog about my chastened life, about my struggels, and my highlights. please excuse grammar faults, im not native. on tumblr; your-caged-dog «Im struggling, because I cant yet see, if the chastity is just a substitute for decreasing passion dictated with a tool of repression to males deeply need of orgasm or, if the power over males sexdrive in the longer turn ending up in indifference by male and female. Understanding a hard working week, the individual tiredness is overvelming, especially in a long term marriage. everyday the same, kids, work, family dinner at six o'clock, washing dirty closes. Hamster in a weel. everydays marriage oftern the passion has faded out, like a postcard exposed to light, this typically yellow and cyan color left overs. one day the husband was tired of watching porn and masturbating to silicon titts, while she was emptying the tumble-dryers partical filter, a gray layer of dust particles, collected during weekly washing, its smell is fresh,the feel between the fingers soft like a new born babys skin, typically rose parfume kind from the washing pouder, but its color is gray, sparkeled with some red particles. anyway, he comes up to her, asking if she can put him in a chastity device, while she could be the holder of hes keys. spice up sexuality. Coming from masturbation to denial in chastity, the difference is obvious, cleaning the particle filter will be executed by the husbands in the upcoming years. Smell the fresh roses. My awareness of the fact, my love will keep me in permanent chastity in time of her absence as long we will be a couple, has been proofed in the last 8 weeks. Its its no longer a play it's a lifestyle for her. Before airport security, i have to wait until I receive the code to open the keybox. After removing the device, passing authoritys, she writes to me "you know what you have to do." Situations like this, after a week 7/24 caged, make me aware, the rare moments she lets me out of this irons being on my own, are the 10 minutes of the security check. Im slowly adapting to my new live in chastity. Its not just the denial of my desire to masturbate, it also restricts my freedom of traveling in a way. Im forced to arrange my life around this cage, focussing on the why I do it: its not about my comfort, its about my submission She picked me up from the airport, we drove to my appartment, after dropping our coats, I was hammered by her beauty she offered me. She dressed in style, a black pullover, very tight black pants, no underwear, a black leatherbelt around her waist, high heels, her beautiful hair formed to a ponytail, descreet but perfectly layed out makeup. she is so sexy. She did it all for me. We were sitting on the table drinking wine, the glass in her hand, her black leather wrist bracelet she never misses to wear when she goes out in the evening. The silver wrist chaine she always wears with it, the one with the key to my lock attached, was missing this night.»