Hello all, new here and I felt the need to share my story. From my hello world post:
I'm 65, widowed, and have been a professional tattoo artist since 1983. Working in this industry for that long, I have tattooed damn near every part of the human body that can be. Over the years, after having seen it all, I was pretty jaded about it and saw it as just another day at work.
I met my widowed wife on myspace and we chatted a few weeks before she invited me to her home for a steak dinner and sleepover. We hit it off, After a few weeks I moved in and a few months later we married.(my 3rd and her 2nd) I was smitten as was she and things were the best they could be.
She had several large tattoos before I met her and had spent quite a bit of time in tattoo shops and knew that people get naked quite often.
She stopped by my shop regularly and often I'd have some young cute thing in the chair in her panties and a t-shirt getting tattooed.
She never made a scene and took it in stride.
She got a job at a dog grooming and boarding kennel, perfect for her love of animals. As a result I saw less of her at work.
A bit more back story. When we met in 2008 I was 49 and divorced for the second time three years prior, she was 48 and widowed for three years.
We had both lived separate lives in the biker lifestyle. She stunned me the first time I laid eyes on her. 5'8", platinum blond hair, busty with well rounded hips and a striking Norwegian countenance. Very self confident and worldly wise I knew she was my soulmate.
For five years we lived like there was no tomorrow, living and loving in the moment.
One evening I came home and she began asking me what body parts I had tattooed and if I had gotten any "tips".
Her inference went straight over my head and I replied of course I did and proceeded to count them out.
She got a little snippy and said you know what I'm talking about and I looked at her slack jawed. I had no clue.
I know what goes on between tattoos she said and I simply replied Woman, it's not how I roll.
The next morning we talked again and she revealed to me that she was just feeling really insecure and had let her thoughts take charge of her reasoning.
I assured her that I wasn't interested in any little bimbos trying to get a discount and why would I be when I had the one in a million at home.
I thought the matter was settled.
A week later she suffered a widow maker heart attack that basically destroyed the left side of her heart.
After 10 days in the cardiac ICU she was released to come home and await a transplant.
We had several discussions the following week and she still had nagging suspicions that maybe, especially now that no strenuous activity for her was allowed, that I might lower my standards and stray with a younger and cuter woman.
I pleaded to her that I would do anything in my power to assure her that would never happen. Then the Bomb fell on me when she asked if I would wear a chastity device while at work. With out hesitation I replied of course I would. I wanted her to know that she was the center of my universe and I would do ANYTHING to keep it that way. I agreed with no idea what kind of device I would wear but I knew that if it would reduce her stress level, I was all for it. After all it was only for eight to ten or eleven hours per day and I was sitting for most of and I so wanted her to be happy.
[tatts] Our Story
Re: [tatts] Our Story
I asked for her input on what type of cage we should invest in and not being savvy about what was out there, We did a little research. I chose a cb6000 and it worked well for awhile. I ride a Harley every day and the plastic just wasn't made for that kind of stress. It broke on a long ride and I realized I needed something more robust. After a bit more research,we decided to go with a MM jailbird. The fit was perfect and the more I wore it, the more comfortable it was. At times I even forgot it was there.
When we first met Ms T and I were in a D/s lifestyle with me as her "Master" and she as my "slave". I was happy and so was she. She loved nothing more than being immobilized and "forced " to orgasm repeatedly after begging for each release with me getting mine after she was spent.
After her heart attack, we were under strict doctor's orders to have zero strenuous activity until she could withstand it. Between her weakened condition and all the meds, she barely had enough energy to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen most days.
I spent days working and evenings doting on her, but the inability to have sex of any kind gave her feelings of inadequacy and low self esteem. I assured in every way I could come up with that she was still my one and only and always would be.
Mornings before I would leave for work I spent time kissing her, professing my love for her and telling her how I'd be reminded throughout the day that I belonged to her alone. She would grab the cage and growl "mine" and I always assured her that it was.
I never had a key as I worked 1 1/2 blocks from home and it made no sense for me to have one.
I often worked late hours and sometimes when I got home Ms T would be sound asleep and I would simply kiss her and go to sleep.
After some time I was wearing the cage 24/7 and she would unlock me every few days for shaving. When finished I would cage back up and present her with the lock to click it shut.
Evenings when she felt like it, she would caress me in the cage and tease me, usually drifting off to sleep holding me.
More later.
When we first met Ms T and I were in a D/s lifestyle with me as her "Master" and she as my "slave". I was happy and so was she. She loved nothing more than being immobilized and "forced " to orgasm repeatedly after begging for each release with me getting mine after she was spent.
After her heart attack, we were under strict doctor's orders to have zero strenuous activity until she could withstand it. Between her weakened condition and all the meds, she barely had enough energy to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen most days.
I spent days working and evenings doting on her, but the inability to have sex of any kind gave her feelings of inadequacy and low self esteem. I assured in every way I could come up with that she was still my one and only and always would be.
Mornings before I would leave for work I spent time kissing her, professing my love for her and telling her how I'd be reminded throughout the day that I belonged to her alone. She would grab the cage and growl "mine" and I always assured her that it was.
I never had a key as I worked 1 1/2 blocks from home and it made no sense for me to have one.
I often worked late hours and sometimes when I got home Ms T would be sound asleep and I would simply kiss her and go to sleep.
After some time I was wearing the cage 24/7 and she would unlock me every few days for shaving. When finished I would cage back up and present her with the lock to click it shut.
Evenings when she felt like it, she would caress me in the cage and tease me, usually drifting off to sleep holding me.
More later.
Re: [tatts] Our Story
Our chastity story began with Ms T feeling insecure with my work environment and availability of women who loved nothing more than turning the experience into a sexual one. Once I was locked she felt better about it not because she doubted my devotion to her, but she looked at it as not leading me into temptation and she grew to love the sight of me locked and teased me often.
Anytime we attempted any sort of physical activity her heart just couldn't keep up and she would get distressed and totally freak me out. We both knew that sex could potentially kill her and each time she tried to initiate it, she would quip "what a way to go !" I know know that she was dealing with it with morbid humor, but I couldn't bear the thought of losing her for any reason much less for an orgasm, so sex became dangerous in my mind.
That made it easier for me to accept chastity without any sex other than occasional teasing and frequently masturbating for her. She loved to watch me and took to ordering me to cum for her on demand while she excited herself with her fingers. It was never intended to be a FLR and neither of us had any desire to make our relationship into one.
It just was what it was. Real life circumstances threw us into the dynamics of this new relationship.
More later.
Anytime we attempted any sort of physical activity her heart just couldn't keep up and she would get distressed and totally freak me out. We both knew that sex could potentially kill her and each time she tried to initiate it, she would quip "what a way to go !" I know know that she was dealing with it with morbid humor, but I couldn't bear the thought of losing her for any reason much less for an orgasm, so sex became dangerous in my mind.
That made it easier for me to accept chastity without any sex other than occasional teasing and frequently masturbating for her. She loved to watch me and took to ordering me to cum for her on demand while she excited herself with her fingers. It was never intended to be a FLR and neither of us had any desire to make our relationship into one.
It just was what it was. Real life circumstances threw us into the dynamics of this new relationship.
More later.
Re: [tatts] Our Story
By far, the most mind-blowing experience in my life happened one evening when my wife said we're having a visitor tonight. My eyebrow cocked up and I said Oh? One of our single female friends that we had met at our local watering hole was coming to visit. I'll call her Ms S. I didn't think much of it and when she arrived it was hugs and kisses on the cheek and we settled into the living room for drinks and conversation. I grew bored with the girl chat and excused myself to go to the den to watch TV and let them talk. I was summoned from time to time to refresh their drinks then dismissed.
A few minutes went by when I was summoned again and told that Ms S was interested in seeing my cage. WHAT!!?? I had no idea that anyone knew I was caged. I was both excited and mortified that I was about to be outed to our friend. Little did I know that this was pre-planned.
We had the house to ourselves this night, a rare occurrence, and I asked how do you want me to proceed and she simply said "drop 'em!" I complied and Ms T grabbed my cage and lifted it showing my proferred balls and turning it this way and that to show Ms S that it was indeed locked on and I wore it all the time. More questions and answers between them and I was dismissed with my brain working overtime and a diamond hard stunted erection.
Before I could make it back to the den, my wife summoned me again and ordered me to go our bedroom, strip, and wait.
This had my brain turned to mush now and I had no idea what to expect. I went, stripped, knelt and waited for what I didn't know. Ms T came in shortly, leading Ms S by the hand and ordering me to kneel on the foot of the bed and the two of them jumped onto the bed and laid down next to each other. They talked about how I satisfied my wife without PIV and my wife told her " he's very good with his hands and tongue and Makes me squirt anytime I want." Ms S replied "Oh I haven't squirted in forever and I miss it." My jaw dropped when Ms T asked if she wanted a demonstration to which Ms S enthusiastically said " Oh my God yes ! Can I?" Ms T winked at me and said "Time to shine, big boy!"
I went to the bathroom and came back with a bath towel and Ms S said "confident isn't he ?" to which my wife replied " he knows his way around a pussy and you'll see."
Ms S slid her jeans off and stripped her shirt off and I placed a couple of pillows under her hips and laid the towel down across them. Ms S is a beautiful, large-breasted woman with a narrow waist and full voluptuous hips and a gorgeous ass as well. When she spread her thighs I saw her shaved pussy and enormous clit and instantly my caged dick began fighting my jailbird.
Ms T said "well, what are you waiting for? Get busy." I nestle down between her thighs and started with long slow tongue strokes and moving up to rub circles around her clit. Very quickly her hips began to buck and she came with a loud moan muffled by my wife kissing her deeply. I entered her with my 2 longest fingers and began the come hither motions on her g-spot. She bucked and moaned and within a couple of minutes she squirted like a geyser and soaked my chin and beard with her juices.
Ms T said " you ready for round 2?" To which she said I've never squirted twice before and my wife nodded to me to continue. I brought her to 2 more screaming squirting O's and retreated to watch these 2 bombshells kissing and licking each other until they finished with their fingers in each other's pussies.
It was epic and a scene I will never forget. Ms S got dressed and I put on a pair of shorts to walk them to the door. They hugged and kissed and MsT said "we'll have to do this again soon!"
A few minutes went by when I was summoned again and told that Ms S was interested in seeing my cage. WHAT!!?? I had no idea that anyone knew I was caged. I was both excited and mortified that I was about to be outed to our friend. Little did I know that this was pre-planned.
We had the house to ourselves this night, a rare occurrence, and I asked how do you want me to proceed and she simply said "drop 'em!" I complied and Ms T grabbed my cage and lifted it showing my proferred balls and turning it this way and that to show Ms S that it was indeed locked on and I wore it all the time. More questions and answers between them and I was dismissed with my brain working overtime and a diamond hard stunted erection.
Before I could make it back to the den, my wife summoned me again and ordered me to go our bedroom, strip, and wait.
This had my brain turned to mush now and I had no idea what to expect. I went, stripped, knelt and waited for what I didn't know. Ms T came in shortly, leading Ms S by the hand and ordering me to kneel on the foot of the bed and the two of them jumped onto the bed and laid down next to each other. They talked about how I satisfied my wife without PIV and my wife told her " he's very good with his hands and tongue and Makes me squirt anytime I want." Ms S replied "Oh I haven't squirted in forever and I miss it." My jaw dropped when Ms T asked if she wanted a demonstration to which Ms S enthusiastically said " Oh my God yes ! Can I?" Ms T winked at me and said "Time to shine, big boy!"
I went to the bathroom and came back with a bath towel and Ms S said "confident isn't he ?" to which my wife replied " he knows his way around a pussy and you'll see."
Ms S slid her jeans off and stripped her shirt off and I placed a couple of pillows under her hips and laid the towel down across them. Ms S is a beautiful, large-breasted woman with a narrow waist and full voluptuous hips and a gorgeous ass as well. When she spread her thighs I saw her shaved pussy and enormous clit and instantly my caged dick began fighting my jailbird.
Ms T said "well, what are you waiting for? Get busy." I nestle down between her thighs and started with long slow tongue strokes and moving up to rub circles around her clit. Very quickly her hips began to buck and she came with a loud moan muffled by my wife kissing her deeply. I entered her with my 2 longest fingers and began the come hither motions on her g-spot. She bucked and moaned and within a couple of minutes she squirted like a geyser and soaked my chin and beard with her juices.
Ms T said " you ready for round 2?" To which she said I've never squirted twice before and my wife nodded to me to continue. I brought her to 2 more screaming squirting O's and retreated to watch these 2 bombshells kissing and licking each other until they finished with their fingers in each other's pussies.
It was epic and a scene I will never forget. Ms S got dressed and I put on a pair of shorts to walk them to the door. They hugged and kissed and MsT said "we'll have to do this again soon!"
Re: [tatts] Our Story
Days and weeks went by, and Ms T's health got worse. We both knew that without a transplant her days were numbered. I was now locked 24/7 and my prospects for PIV or even oral were getting slim. My only release would come when she wanted to see me come, but she became more fond of letting me edge myself and then finishing me off with a ruin.
This story ends tragically and she passed away in October of 2018. After she passed, the key to my jailbird was lost in the turmoil of the final details that had to be taken care of. After about a month, I cut the padlock hasp and retired the jailbird to my underwear drawer.
A few weeks later, I began to feel an aching longing to be caged again. I bought a new lock and locked it back in place and immediately felt a spiritual connection to my wife return. It soothed me somehow, knowing that I was back where She grew to love me, locked.
I self locked for the next 5 years, no dates, no social life. In February this year, I moved to a different state and the move was an absolute disaster. Much of my belongings was left behind and lost, including my jailbird.
I have ordered another and look forward to being back in a cage and perhaps even find a another keyholder someday.
None of us know what the future holds,and perhaps it's just as well that we don't. As Garth Brooks sang in the song "The Dance" I could've missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance.
I still frequent the board and look forward to sharing my experiences and reading about all of yours.
This story ends tragically and she passed away in October of 2018. After she passed, the key to my jailbird was lost in the turmoil of the final details that had to be taken care of. After about a month, I cut the padlock hasp and retired the jailbird to my underwear drawer.
A few weeks later, I began to feel an aching longing to be caged again. I bought a new lock and locked it back in place and immediately felt a spiritual connection to my wife return. It soothed me somehow, knowing that I was back where She grew to love me, locked.
I self locked for the next 5 years, no dates, no social life. In February this year, I moved to a different state and the move was an absolute disaster. Much of my belongings was left behind and lost, including my jailbird.
I have ordered another and look forward to being back in a cage and perhaps even find a another keyholder someday.
None of us know what the future holds,and perhaps it's just as well that we don't. As Garth Brooks sang in the song "The Dance" I could've missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance.
I still frequent the board and look forward to sharing my experiences and reading about all of yours.