Things are getting pretty serious now, and my wife / mistress (M) wants to take things to a new level. Safe words are gone and I have promised to completely submit to her. With her permission, I plan to blog our journey together and she may (hopefully) post here too from time to time. I am her little bitch (HLB in writing for short). First there should be some history - how did we get to this point? I want to be open and honest. The journey has not always been smooth. There have been both positive and negative thoughts and emotions along the way, and I’m sure there will be more to come. For those starting out on a similar journey, or if you just like reading about others' experiences, I hope this makes interesting reading for you. For M and me, it will be a good way to remember our journey together. Before I go any further I should probably introduce us both. Writing this probably makes us sound like a cliched couple, but I am a tall, slim, fit and healthy 45 year old. M who I adore with all my heart and soul, is a beautiful 39 year old petite brunette with curves in all the right places - sexy ass, amazing breasts, and a perfect pussy. We both have busy lives with work, being parents, and life in general. If you met us in the street we’d look like any other couple (which often makes me wonder how many other regular couples walking down the street could be doing the same thing!) We are both very kinky, have always enjoyed a very passionate and fulfilling sex life together, and thanks to Mojo Upgrade (and the close intimate bond between us), had the courage to discuss and explore our sexuality openly, which is how I guess is how these particular chapters really began. We've had some crazy sessions along the way and I will write about some of these too. Chastity was first brought up a couple of years back at the suggestion of my wife. After an long evening of tease and denial, with plenty of finger and oral orgasms for M, we lovingly lay in each others arms - her completely satisfied and me completely wanting. As I gazed into those deep and devious eyes, she announced it would be hot to lock up my cock at night after edging and denial. Those words send a rush of excitement throughout my whole body and my already hard cock twitched at the thrill of that prospect. That being said, locking up my cock was not something we’d ever discussed before, although I had fantasised about it a couple of times and imagined her doing this to me. Certainly the clicking of the lock would represent something final about the tease - nothing for me and everything for her. The idea of a cock cage was thrilling - giving over control of my most sensitive part, having my wife decide if and how often I get to cum, the absolute denial and desire that it represented - these were all areas I was very keen to explore. For M, she loved the idea of control, teasing me, and the thrill that comes from being kinky. From regular denial, she had already realised the benefits of me not cumming such as extra attention on her, crazy high sex drive, general mood improvement, showering her with flowers and gifts, and all the good things that come from extra dopamine and crazy desire. So this was the natural next step. We discussed cock cages, what she would find attractive, likes and dislikes, practicalities, and everything else that goes towards making an informed decision. A couple of days of thought and research, and a few clicks on a website, and my new cage was on its way. The next few days of anticipation seemed to go by very slowly - you know the feeling when you are waiting for something to arrive! Finally the delivery came and the box was here. Waiting until the evening, we opened the box together with mixed feelings of excitement and “what are we getting into”. The kinky, mischievous look from my wife as she asked me to put it on was all the encouragement I needed to get started. My boner subsided as I figured out what to do with rings, etc (always a buzz kill), and I managed to get it on. Feeling sheepish, and slightly embarrassed, I walked back from our en-suite bathroom wearing nothing but the cage and the open lock to my waiting wife who reassured me that it looked amazing - she liked it. We both liked it. As her fingers traced their way down my body to the cage, the lock clicked shut and a sexualy charged excitement ran through my body. I was locked for the first time and this was real. Skip forward a couple of years and here we are. I’m locked pretty much 24/7/365 in a custom metal cage with the occasional release. We’re exploring taking this much deeper in terms of my submission and her every wish being fulfilled, which gives me great pleasure because I love, more than anything else, to please her. That seems like a good place to break for now. I’ll keep adding as we go along including more of how we got to where we are now, some of the sessions we have together, what we like and don’t like, and the feelings and emotions, both good and bad, that come up as we explore. There’s so much depth to this. Until next time, thanks for reading….