You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t have the greatest of memories!
I feel already my pet and I have travelled a fair distance, but this is nothing compared to where we are hoping to go.
Looking back our relationship was probably Fem-lead from the start. I freely admit I was using him for sexual pleasure and never intended to fall in love. We didn’t really dabble in kinky sex, we just had LOTS of it!
Here we are today, desperately in love, with a baby of our own, struggling to fit D/s into the real world.
It’s so difficult to put my finger on where the experiments began and how they grew.
I always claimed to be the submissive, but it’s not really true. A masochist, yes, but not a submissive. The best ways for me to derive the intense pleasures I sought were (I thought) through pain and the easiest ways to gain this pain was to be a “naughty girl” and be punished… and I now see that I always topped from the bottom and felt terribly guilty about receiving any form of pleasure!
My pet was just pleased to experiment. Being 12 years my junior and having limited previous sexual experiences he was more than eager to try it all. I think he was relieved that no matter what he confessed to finding “exciting” it never phased me.
Sometimes I wonder if he dreamed up scenarios just to see if he could shock me… he was always greeted with an “ok, lets try it!” He had the freedom to express any hidden fantasies and get help to expand and enhance them.
It was him who suggested male chastity. I had never heard of it and that in itself excited me. I thought of myself as fairly liberal and educated in all aspects of sex… and here was something I knew nothing about!
I relished the challenge and presented my pet with a CB3000 on Valentine’s day 2007, a few months after he had first suggested the idea and obviously thought I had paid it no attention.
First he opened a package with cotton buds in, then a package with stockings in and also a package with lubricant in… he still hadn’t figured out what was coming, I had done more research than him and he was delighted when he opened the final package in its shiny silver box with CB on the front.
Reading through the instructions he figured out what all the other items were for and we experimented our way into chastity.
I was reluctant. After all *I* was the submissive. I didn’t want a wimpy boyfriend who just laid back and did nothing while I took all the sexual decisions and worked out all the scenes. (Don’t sue me! I realise it isn’t quite that simple any more)
I threw a lot of bricks out of the pram to get where I am today!
It wasn’t really until I joined Chastity Lifestyle that I could start to see where male chastity could benefit me. I no longer needed to feel guilty about getting the sexual pleasures I wanted. By this point I had realised that my pet could give me intense pleasure without the need for pain. The extreme sensations were part of our *normal* sex life, he actually knew how to torment and tease me to the best orgasms I’d ever had… over and over again… and NOW I could control not only my fabulous sex life, but also any other pampering and adoration I wanted outside the bedroom.
But life is never that simple!
He wants to serve, adore and pamper me… I want to be put on a pedestal and worshipped… but where the heck in the modern world do you find the inspiration, education and more importantly THE TIME to indulge in such fantasies…?
And so the story begins…
I feel already my pet and I have travelled a fair distance, but this is nothing compared to where we are hoping to go.
Looking back our relationship was probably Fem-lead from the start. I freely admit I was using him for sexual pleasure and never intended to fall in love. We didn’t really dabble in kinky sex, we just had LOTS of it!
Here we are today, desperately in love, with a baby of our own, struggling to fit D/s into the real world.
It’s so difficult to put my finger on where the experiments began and how they grew.
I always claimed to be the submissive, but it’s not really true. A masochist, yes, but not a submissive. The best ways for me to derive the intense pleasures I sought were (I thought) through pain and the easiest ways to gain this pain was to be a “naughty girl” and be punished… and I now see that I always topped from the bottom and felt terribly guilty about receiving any form of pleasure!
My pet was just pleased to experiment. Being 12 years my junior and having limited previous sexual experiences he was more than eager to try it all. I think he was relieved that no matter what he confessed to finding “exciting” it never phased me.
Sometimes I wonder if he dreamed up scenarios just to see if he could shock me… he was always greeted with an “ok, lets try it!” He had the freedom to express any hidden fantasies and get help to expand and enhance them.
It was him who suggested male chastity. I had never heard of it and that in itself excited me. I thought of myself as fairly liberal and educated in all aspects of sex… and here was something I knew nothing about!
I relished the challenge and presented my pet with a CB3000 on Valentine’s day 2007, a few months after he had first suggested the idea and obviously thought I had paid it no attention.
First he opened a package with cotton buds in, then a package with stockings in and also a package with lubricant in… he still hadn’t figured out what was coming, I had done more research than him and he was delighted when he opened the final package in its shiny silver box with CB on the front.
Reading through the instructions he figured out what all the other items were for and we experimented our way into chastity.
I was reluctant. After all *I* was the submissive. I didn’t want a wimpy boyfriend who just laid back and did nothing while I took all the sexual decisions and worked out all the scenes. (Don’t sue me! I realise it isn’t quite that simple any more)
I threw a lot of bricks out of the pram to get where I am today!
It wasn’t really until I joined Chastity Lifestyle that I could start to see where male chastity could benefit me. I no longer needed to feel guilty about getting the sexual pleasures I wanted. By this point I had realised that my pet could give me intense pleasure without the need for pain. The extreme sensations were part of our *normal* sex life, he actually knew how to torment and tease me to the best orgasms I’d ever had… over and over again… and NOW I could control not only my fabulous sex life, but also any other pampering and adoration I wanted outside the bedroom.
But life is never that simple!
He wants to serve, adore and pamper me… I want to be put on a pedestal and worshipped… but where the heck in the modern world do you find the inspiration, education and more importantly THE TIME to indulge in such fantasies…?
And so the story begins…
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