First day of the rest of his life ;)

It's only (checks watch) 5pm and already this day has been maybe the best day of my married life. Certainly the best "normal" day. It started with @BigWoodsmanLittleWood getting up right when I woke him--no lingering in bed all morning with repeated reminders from me--and jumping into service. Without being asked, he cleaned the kitchen counters, swept the floor, washed last night's dishes (even chided me for doing some of them), organized the mail, scrubbed the stove top, and best of all, spent mindful dad time with our kid, playing and practicing reading. I repeat: none of this was anything I even asked of him. He also sent me sweet texts during the first half of my workday, old photos from the early years of our romance.

Once our kid was down for a nap (which went seamlessly, as it always does when he gets lots of quality dad time), I felt ready for a nap myself...and for the first time in quite a while, it crossed my mind that an orgasm would be a great way to relax. I've thought of this in the past, but always knew it would mean we'd have PIV afterward and you know how it is--sometimes you just want what YOU want.

It was scary as fuck to call him in and tell him to eat my pussy. Not because I didn't know he'd do it, or that he'd want to...just because this whole thing is such a radical reversal of a lifetime of programming. To simply demand what I wanted, enjoy it, then dismiss him so I could rest felt close to impossible. But that's what is quickly becoming the allure of this whole system for me: finding out what it feels like on the other side of impossible. Physical cages are one thing, but I'll stake the intense bodily sensation that comes from stepping off a psychic-emotional cliff against a physical restraint any day of the week.

I digress.

He ate me out with more than his usual enthusiasm and panache. Our very first sexual encounter was him eating my pussy and today brought me back to that first time. God I love the hungry sounds he makes when he's coming up for a brief gulp of air before diving back into me. I came all over his face, held him for a few minutes (he's going through a lot too!), then told him I wanted to sleep. And sleep I did--for almost an hour. As @BigWoodsmanLittleWood can attest, my sleep cycle is typically on par with a hummingbird's. I woke up so deeply rested but not groggy, craving water and orange juice. So I texted him what I wanted--didn't even say please--and he brought it in and dropped to his knees to watch while I drank it.

I feel like I'm in some multiverse resort where you live your own life but with five-star service. I feel like you do when you get upgraded to first class--oh shit, how am I ever supposed to go back? But I don't have to!

@BigWoodsmanLittleWood asked me more than once today if the break-in period is over, if this is the real thing, and I can't hide my stupid grin when I say "Yes, this is the real thing."

jingle jingle

 

@BigWoodsmanLittleWood started the day off by testing me. I fucking hate when he does that, and I’ve told him as much. Fortunately when I got home from school drop-off, he was waiting on his knees in a sparkling clean kitchen…so that’s something. He asked to be teased and I obliged, but then he started testing me again, making little sassy comments that undermined my authority. I gave him one opportunity after another to retract and correct himself; he kept pushing. So finally I told him I’m adding another week before his first release.

It’s so difficult; I want to be nice to him! But I want more than that to be respected and revered the way I deserve. Plus I can see that he really wants to see me lay down the law; he doesn’t quite take me seriously enough yet and he really wants to. And I want to get past this deeply ingrained resistance to commanding the respect I deserve.

Maybe the vets on this site are right: maybe 3 months of continuous lockup, right out of the gate, is the way to go.

 

It’s been a tough morning for my sweet husband @BigWoodsmanLittleWood . He woke up an hour before I did with his little stump straining against the cage. Like a good boy, he let me keep sleeping and didn’t bother me with it. Once I woke up, though, he needed a lot of cuddling and reassurance (that I wasn’t going to let him out). Even though the would-be boner has subsided, he’s been struggling with the mental part of being caged. Some days he feels more “trapped” than others. It’s understandable, and I feel sympathy for him.

…but I’m not about to let him out.

I LOVE that he is doing this for me. I feel like one of those princesses must have felt back in the day when a knight was fighting for her honor. I feel cheesy af saying that but it’s genuinely how his chastity is making me feel. He’s mastering his baser nature…and submitting to my desire for him to do that even when it’s difficult.

His chastity is even impacting my work life. Today I was aware of feeling so much stronger in my job! Having his respectful submission at home puts wind in my sails—I feel like I can fucking do anything, like everyone else will bow down to me. It’s unbelievable.

So yeah, all love and sympathy but nothing’s going to change. Hang in there, baby. I love you.

jingle jingle

 

TFW you realize chastity was the answer all along.

 

@BigSkyB your former partner and I sound the same. I really don’t enjoy punishing @BigWoodsmanLittleWood but after a few days of semi-firm chastity (pun intended), not to mention 7 years of trying to motivate him with kindness and indulgence, I realize that severity is the only thing he responds to. It’s what he wants from me. It bonds him to me. God, penis-having people are primitive.

 

Must-read about my sweet submissive’s SP: https://www.chastitymansion.com/forums/index.php?threads/drunk-with-power.50124/

 

So proud of my good boy @BigWoodsmanLittleWood I have to brag. Mornings seem to be the time when he struggles the most with his cage. He’s growing by leaps and bounds in his ability to manage the claustrophobia it sometimes creates, but Rome wasn’t built in a day and even a natural sub doesn’t adapt fully in just a couple weeks. He’s also on his longest no-orgasm streak since we got married 6.5 years ago, and that awareness still messes with his mind. (Again, you don’t train a guy out of years of entitlement in just a couple weeks.)

As sympathetic as I am for what he’s going through, I wouldn’t be much of a domme if I let him keep waking me up at 6am with bumping his cage against my butt. (@Nicoftime you're not the only one ) So last night I instructed him that if he starts feeling panicky in the morning to get out of bed and meditate. He’s been talking about wanting to practice meditation regularly for years but he’s only done it sporadically and only when I’ve pushed him to stop talking and take action on it.

This morning I woke up for the first time in days feeling fully rested. I rolled over to cuddle him and he told me that he’d woken up early and meditated for 20 minutes! I am so so so proud of him for doing what I said/doing something good for himself. So proud, in fact, that it’s a good chance I’ll let him eat my pussy today.

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