Female led relationships discussion

Once it was clear that my Lori’s tube offered enough comfort for long-term wear and provided solid security, my wife—who holds the key—proposed we start with a three-month stint of chastity. She drew a firm line: no teasing or denial whatsoever. Her tolerance for any penis stimulation is zero, and after a couple of unsuccessful milking attempts, she decided to rule those out too. When the first three months ended, there was even less discussion than before—I simply had to extend by another three. By the six-month point, with no orgasm under my belt, She ruled that I could have just one annual release on our anniversary. It felt like a long time and more commitment than I’d originally signed up for, but she insisted strongly that our bond was so much stronger now that I had to agree. I became incredibly obedient and attentive, while she really grew to enjoy me using her strap-on dildo.

Then came an experience entirely new to me: an involuntary emission without any external stimulation. The tube had given me a compressed erection, and suddenly it just occurred. Two days later, it happened again. These felt like ruined orgasms in their magnitude—big events—but they certainly weren’t the real thing compared to what I’m used to. It has been two months since then with no recurrence.

When I shared this news, I braced for frustration but instead received a smile and a kiss. This event confirmed her long-held belief, which Lori Lancer had also verified: the body handles its own requirements. Permanent chastity isn’t just feasible; in certain situations, it’s actually better. She even admitted she prefers my large vibrating strap-on dildo over my natural member and finds herself aroused by the prospect of keeping me locked away forever without another release. Consequently, I am not to be unlocked for ejaculation ever again. I accepted this, no longer fighting the choice. For our dynamic, it is optimal.

At eight months in, my prostate health remains perfect with zero issues, and there’s been no drop in libido. My advice? Stop guessing about things you haven’t lived through yourself.

This really did happen on our 22nd anniversary while we were talking about splitting up and dividing our wealth. I was 56, financially secure, but it felt like the worst day of my life. I stepped into the newly fitted Lori’s device, gave her the keys, and asked for another opportunity, which she granted. Miracles are real.