Real World Chastity with a Vanilla Wife pt 2

The Return of the Keyholder (sorry)

As I mentioned in a previous post, Wednesday was to be the day we returned to our dynamic. I woke up at 3 AM this morning, a bit earlier than I usually wake up, with an odd sensation. It seems a second BAWR Premium test cage had failed. Well, before my erection went away and the cage started pulling at my tetherspout, I got up to take it off and grab my own print and quietly left the bedroom.

Last night we discussed that we’d start back up sometime today after having a bit of a conversation about what we want to do differently. But Jenn has had a bit of a rough time and is loath to have conversations on such things so we decided to put it off until Friday.

Coming into the kitchen, I noticed the dishes hadn’t been started. Usually I would start my morning with unloading the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. And I don’t mean just washing-down-the-counters cleaning; I mean taking-the-knobs-off-the-stove-and-polishing-the-toaster cleaning (god, I love a good compound adjective).

But this morning, well, it wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t have a cage on and my testicles were way to high and tight from the chill house to even bother putting my cage on. I can’t turn on and off my submissiveness like that. So, I spent some time on Reddit and took advantage of my cage-free state. I mean why not one more before I hand her the key when she wakes up?

I have about two or three hours of chores I do every weekday and about another ten or 12 hours I have over the weekend. I want to get back into it. I remember how precious Saturday mornings were, buzzing around like a bee, a bee with a watch and a cage, running loads of laundry through, mopping floors. When I was finally done with the cleaning, I would just plop down on the couch and anxiously wait for Jenn to wake up so I could present her with my offering of service.

I want to feel that way again. But this morning, I was looking (successfully) for excuses to just sit on my butt and not little but take advantage of my uncaged state.

Jenn woke up at her usual time. By then, my cage was back in place. Awkwardly I asked her if she would take the key. And by key, I mean the most god-awful fugly security screw driver anyone could have conceived of.

Despite being hideous, it works really well, image credit Evotion

So, the “key” is locked away in a combination lockbox and…

This is odd. Ok, it didn’t just turn on my submissiveness. But it did… something.

I’ve spent the last year slowly coming to realize that chastity isn’t this uber hormone hack that somehow rewires your entire brain and your reward system to make you into some amazing husband or whatever the people who have just finished their first 24 hours in a cage claim that it’s doing. But perhaps I have been overly dismissive. Jenn has been my keyholder for a year. The subtle effects of to me holding my own key was largely overshadowed by the emotional turmoil I was facing. But that turmoil has passed and handing Jenn back the key – I noticed that subtle change. That opportunity I took this morning? That won’t be happening again any time soon. In fact, over the past 11 days, I had probably taken that opportunity five or six times. But now, it’s unlikely I’ll have another orgasm for at least a month.

But there’s more to it than the simple quasi-ascetic practice of chastity. There’s the surrender to Her. It wasn’t a ceremony; in fact she just told me to set it on the bathroom counter and she’d lock it up later and it was likely no more significant to her than some small chore she needs to do.

I think it enabled me to start thinking of myself as a submissive again.

While my shower heated up, I got out her pills, picked out clothes off the floor and made the bed.

With only a cage. I’ll wear the watch Saturday.