Hello! All advice welcome!

In 2017 my boyfriend(now husband) came to me with a plastic cage. No warning. Just all out there. He told me of his fantasies as me as his mistress and punishing him. Locking him up for days and even months. He explained to me the science behind the hormones and what it does not being able to orgasm for a male, not being able to get hard.
Honestly, I was in shock. I was so confused as to why he would want me to hurt him, be mean to him. After months of thinking, trying to figure out how I can morally degrade the man I love, how to be mean and hurt the love of my life. him being so patient and understanding I finally realized that I love him enough to at least be open to it. So I decided to give it a try, only because I knew it would show that I cared about him and his desires. At this point in our relationship we have been today since sophomore year of high school and already graduated. We went through your typical high school relationship drama and and came out on the other side stronger. I always struggled with him masturbating(causing him not wanting to him to have sex with me). Anyways, we tried it off and on for a couple years. Tried different cages. The further got into the more uncomfortable things he would ask me to do. I would eventually come around and do the things. Such as plugging, punishments and mummification. It took me about another year to come around to his requests.
After weeks of not having sex I knew something was happening that I didn’t know about. I asked him straight out what was happening. He came clean about his porn addiction and extreme kink fantasies. I was yet again shocked. I love this man with all of my heart and I’m at a cross roads of satisfying him and sacrificing my comfort-ability. I again was shocked, but more than that I was angry. I was angry that I wasn’t enough even tho I put so much effort into understanding him and trying everything I could to be as dominant as I felt I could. I was so angry, I locked him up and lost one key “on purpose” and kept one in my purse at all times. I denied him for weeks. No touching, no attention, no concern about his needs. He finally got the hint I wasn’t playing around this time. He finally fully submitted to me. Praised me, praised the shoes I walked in, praised the panties I wore, praised the way I looked at him, praised every inch of my body.We are in it now.
Over those weeks I grew fond of his almost obsession with me. And from there I was hooked.
We went deeper and deeper into BDSM, Bondage, humility and even some femininity. It became too much for me and backed off. A couple months later, I got bored with the “vanilla” stuff. Back into we went. More serious. Locked for months. Sessions of edging, denial, plugging. Loved every second of it. I crave the control, the dominance, his want and desire for me. He was even locked on our wedding day
Anyways, he showed me this sight to get more ideas and different sessions we can have .
So I’m here and open to all stories and experiences everyone is willing to share! Thank you!

 

I couldn’t agree more! I thrive off of the control!