Hello, my name is Pieter, a long-term user of a chastity cage, first on my own initiative to control my excersive masturbations habit. This was not really a success. I was too weak, managing my own key gave me too much opportunity to masturbate. I confessed my masturbation addiction to my wife and asked for her help. After the birth of our youngest daughter, I handed the key to my wife. It was more or less a game before, but after handing over the key to my wife, it became more serious.
However, the urge to masturbate didn't go away, it actually got worse. I was counting down the days to my next weekly orgasm, I also regularly nagged for more orgasms a week, until my wife had had enough of my nagging.
She came up with the idea of letting me earn my orgasms, despite my objections, that turned out to help. My mind was now more occupied with my tasks than with my desire for orgasm. The tasks became more intensive and took longer to complete. Over time, the tasks became more important to me than the intended goal. Some tasks lasted a few weeks, but some also several months. The renovation of the barn took 3 months. As you can imagine, I was happy to have accomplished that task. My wife evaluated those 3 months and complimented me on not only the result achieved, but also on the three months of abstinence. I felt proud of the results achieved.
I don't have a job for a long period of time for you, she said. Do you think you can maintain abstinence even without a long task, was her question.
We can try that was my response.
It may sound strange, but somehow it gave me satisfaction to achieve that goal.
My wife showed me websites where FLR was the subject and both came to the conclusion that we already had some kind of FLR relationship, not entirely to her liking however, the daughters living at home limited my wife in her FLR wishes.
Although she didn't want to involve our daughters, she did want me give good example for them how good a man should and can be.
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Wonderful that you could turn your focus away from yourself and into your relationship. What a wonderful gift. Thanks for sharing.
When we met, I was a virgin, she wasn't.
Our first penetration was a disaster, because of my inexperience I fumbled with the condom and when the condom was placed I only knew that I had to go in, but otherwise I knew nothing.
The penetration ended for both of us without orgasm, with my fingers I had more luck, then I helped myself to an orgasm. This more or less became our way of experiencing sex, even after we got married.
Of course there were penetrations, but I never felt that she really enjoyed it.
It made me insecure, did I not do it right, was I too small, did I came too quickly?Â
What remained was my finger work and later my tongue.
The reality became that she came first and then me, but more and more often just her.
But if I did got an orgasm, I had to do it myself.
When I came, she gave me a tissue and made me throw the tissue away.
We had two daughters, our sexual relationship hardly changed.
I masturbated, knew it wasn't good, but couldn't resist.
I bought a chastity cage, but that didn't really help since I was my own key holder.
I confessed my masturbation addiction to my wife and she took the key from me.
Every now and then I still had an orgasm, but these became rare.
After the birth of Sylvia, our youngest daughter, my wife said it's about time you take responsibility for birth control.
A few months later, I had my vasectomy. Then something fundamental changed. When I wanted PIV she told me to put on a condom, when I asked why, she said when you want PIV, you put a condom on. Two years later, permanent chastity was a fact and I was pussy free.
Our children grew up, she worked outside the home and I did my share of the housework.
I say my part, but that ended up doing all the housework.
When I sometimes complained about that, her reaction you're just cut out for this job.
Her demands on the quality of my household chores were getting higher and higher, and when she was dissatisfied, she was moody.
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The kids grew up without any knowledge of our relationship (that's what I really thought). The fact that their father did the housework was the most normal thing in the world for them. For me too, by the way.
The daughters got a boyfriend, so when Petra (the eldest) asked for the pill, my wife immediately agreed.
My comment, but she's only 16, she responded with why do dads now always have trouble knowing that their daughters have sex.
One day, I was changing our bed linen, my wife said, hear your daughter enjoying herself. I heard all kinds of moans in the distance and sometimes fragments of words. Deeper, harder and finally a grunting orgasm from both of them.
My wife: quite special for you to hear that her boyfriend has all the pleasure in the world while you can't do anything anymore.
I nodded.
Change her sheets too she said with a smile on her face.
Our daughters developed from girl to young woman.
Their girls' underwear was replaced by daring sexy lingerie, which of course had to be washed by hand at the behest of my wife, just like her lingerie.
In the beginning, this went wrong a few times, which resulted in a harsh punishment in addition to a public reprimand.
This was the first time I had been reprimanded in front of my daughters.
To my comment why are you doing this so publicly in front of our daughters?
Firstly, I think your comment is inappropriate and secondly, I don't see any reason to hide your failures from our daughters.