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Back in 2015, I shared an update on how smoothly things were going with our FLR. I had introduced some kinks early on and noticed that my SO really enjoyed…

member_cd6babb3b9 10 Sept 2026 #1

Back in 2015, I shared an update on how smoothly things were going with our FLR. I had introduced some kinks early on and noticed that my SO really enjoyed chastity, looking forward to becoming a true born-again virgin. However, reality didn’t quite match the plan. We argued constantly, struggled through it, then went back to arguing. Our dynamic oscillated between being in an FLR one week and out of it the next. About six months ago, during another period where we were fully FLR, tensions peaked. I got whipped hard for a minor offense and had to call my safeword just seconds into our disciplinary session. Afterward, I requested a straight talk with my mistress. She admitted that she struggled to respect a man who identifies as submissive while also believing that slaves must be treated harshly above all else. We talked it through. I explained that domination can coexist with love and that being her slave doesn’t mean I stop being her protector—her rock. We continued our relationship like boyfriend and girlfriend, but without the intimacy. Just last week, she asked me to sit down for another discussion because things were clearly in trouble. The message was clear: this could only work if I committed to a subservient role from now on. She gave me three rules:

  1. Keep the house tidy and clean
  2. Respect my mistress’s personal space and time
  3. Work harder to improve our financial situation (I recently went self-employed, so my finances are still shaky) I agreed to these terms—and to returning to chastity with a Chinese full belt. It’s quite complete. Sometimes I feel things are too vanilla for me: no forced butt plugs, no sissification, and no chains. Moments of intimacy remain rare. Yet, I sense this is what I’ve been waiting for—reduced to houseboy, servant, companion. Giving myself over completely. Nothing has gone exactly as planned. But who am I to dictate the plan?