Thank Eris! I mean, I’m sure there are other people like us out there, it’s just that you rarely hear from them. It’s probably because they have regular lives, go to work, pay the bills, raise the kids, and kink is either an afterthought, or it’s just not something they discuss on the internet.
Yeah, it’s hard to believe that everybody isn’t into reading, let alone writing blogs, but what can you do?
Anyway, my blog stats showed a handful of visitors from a site that didn’t look familiar to me. A quick click turned into a few well-spent minutes over at Sarah’s “The Male Chastity Blog.” I almost fell out of my chair reading her About page.
Here, listen to this:
We’re a fairly normal happily married couple (although our being happy perhaps itself makes us not that normal), with one major difference: my husband is locked, by his own consent, in a male chastity belt.
In an ideal world, he’d be locked long term, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.
At least, potentially 365 days a year.
I’d unlock him periodically, perhaps three or four times a year, and allow him “free weekends” when we make love and he’s allowed to orgasm how and when he wants to, before I locked him in his belt again for the next three or four months.
I love it.
But there’s more:
Looking to the future, it’s not impossible, and some days seems entirely likely and maybe even inevitable that one day his chastity and denial will become permanent. Not sure yet.
We’ve discussed it and it excites us both, and there’s a clause allowing me to decide this unilaterally in our chastity contract… but there are some obvious challenges with it, not least I, too, would be missing out on the free weekends I grant him.
See? They acknowledge that it’s a hawt fantasy, but also that it might not be what they really want. They have a practical understanding, and they aren’t into wank fodder.
And then there’s this:
If you’re not into the male chastity “scene” yourself, then you might find this just a little strange. You might even be tempted to think he’s some kind of sissy, or somehow less manly because of it.
Nothing could be further from the truth. He’s strong, assertive, confident sexy and altogether manly and masculine.
By this time I’m almost drooling.
By the same token, I’m not some fire-breathing, leather-clad über-Dominatrix who calls him a “worthless slave” and treats him like dirt. I have to ask myself why she keeps him around if he’s truly worthless.
Ah, Sarah, you had me at “Hello.”
But the icing on the cake, the bacon on the cheeseburger, is this:
If you’re a man, please do not refer to me as “Mistress”. I am not John’s Mistress, so I am certainly not yours.
What’s more, please write to me in literate English using proper words and punctuation, with correct capitalisation (clue: your name starts with a capital letter, and the first-person personal pronoun starts and ends with one), and don’t even think about using text-speak. You can’t be hanged for that yet, but I sincerely hope it’s coming.
No, I’m not a Grammar-Nazi but I am an educated, literate woman and I refuse to correspond with twitching keyboard-jockeys who are probably typing with one hand and banging on the underside of the desk with the other (yes, you do know what I’m talking about).
They “get it”. Chastity is a fun, exciting kink that works for them. They acknowledge it’s not for everybody, and they aren’t doing it according to some arbitrary set of rules set down by a Gorean obsessed fanatic.
She only has a few posts up, but go visit her and make her feel welcome.