When you have two thrive businesses that require a certain total of change of location around the DoS, you get to meet some interesting people. I’ve met and had lunch/dinner with hundreds of the great unwashed, but no one More interesting than Scott and his adorable married woman Mary.

Walter Scott was/is a lawyer and a very good lawyer. When I needed something done, Robert Scott always had the result and our pro involution soon blossomed into an unusual friendship. It was unequaled in that... ” who ever gets a standing invitation to spend the night at his lawyer’s home anytime you’re in Town ? ” wellspring... their beautiful guest bedroom with its private bathtub, mini kitchenette, walk-in closet and keyed exit to their lavish screened pool and spa domain became my rest home away from home. I loved staying there. I even had my own key and could let myself in any sentence I wished. Here’s how that started with them.

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Scott and I had a substance abuse of doing concern in the even over dinner and beverage. It was very convenient for me as my days were filled with architect, engineers, and site inspection. When I was in Town I was officious and Robert Falcon Scott knew that, so from the very beginning he tried to accommodate me with evening meetings.

Sir Walter Scott was not some prissy type guy. Quite the contrary. He played football at a major university on scholarship, got drafted, and played pro nut for several geezerhood until he cease after his ninth concussion. After he retired from the plot, he entered law schoolhouse and upon passing his bar, he moved directly into starting his buck private practice. With his name recognition, it wasn’t difficult developing a patronage, a good business, and so good he became very selective who he would represent within the initiative class after “ hanging out his shingle. ” He only took me on because I was a unspoiled supporter of one of his relatives.

Anyway... The important thing to know is that Scott was a man’s man. Strong, great, alpha, handsome and very confident. And... he had what anyone would shout a beautiful trophy married woman, but more than that, Mary was as sweet, loving and bright as any woman you would want to meet. continue all that in judgement as I tell you their unusual storey.

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It didn’t take away more than a half a dozen dinner party together before our conversations over finalized drinks turned quite intimate in nature. There are few people I ever spread out up to about the sexual journey Ashley and I have traveled but Scott was different. He was very worry in our stories and over a few eve together, lubricated with swallow, Scott learned all about us. I mean everything... Ashley’s exploits, the Hot married woman affair, swinging, nude sculpture beaches, polyamory and bisexuality. I’m not exactly sure enough why I told him all that. Scott just exuded a sincerity that evoked trust and he was one hellava interviewer/listener. Besides all that, I knew he really loved our stories and it pretty much was a one sided negotiation in the outset because he wouldn’t arrest asking me questions ! Then one night he asked me if I was interested in his story... the floor of how Madonna changed his life history.

“ Hell ya ! ! ! ” was all I said !

So here’s the backcloth...

Mary was a beautiful brunette, 5’9, 140, 36 B/C cup, extremely fit ( I’ve never met a charwoman with such delimit abs ) with a smile that could unfreeze the coldest of spunk, the paradigm of forgivingness and compassion... and a PhD in sports physical therapy. The womanhood had her own practice and worked with many professional athletes.

Scott met her through his concussion problems and immediately fell in dear. He did everything he could to win her aid and only started to come through after he retired and entered law school. She married him a week after he passed his bar.

I’m going to skip many occupy history he shared about his courtship with her to get properly to the most important part. One night he asked me...

“ Do you remember what it was like before you married Ashley and you were doing everything you could to win her heart ? How you said YES to virtually everything ? It didn’t count what you did or where you went... it only mattered that you were with her ? ”

“ Oh yea Scott. I was foreland over heels with Ashley while she was mainly wanting to locomote the humanity, explore, be free and independent. Getting married was almost the last thing on her thinker. It took a “ total court press ” to convince her to feed all that up and live with me. ”

“ Exactly ! Then maybe you can understand how hard it was for me to win Mary over. I mean she was seeing top jock and famous people nearly everyday. Many of them hit on her. The competition for her attention could hardly have been more severe. But I didn’t quit. I felt like I was going to marry her from the very kickoff time we met. Now I’ve dated and made love life to more women than I remember but Blessed Virgin was unlike. Once I met her, she was all I wanted.

So after I proved I was not some obtuse jock that had retired early under her advisement, and had impressed her by enrolling in my law program, she started giving me some attention. It happened like this. I would work my butt off, and she would honor me by going out on a date. It was slow going at initiatory but one day I got my level, a 4.0, and when I showed her the report, she sucked me off rightfield there in my SUV... and swallowed ! That was the get-go meter we did anything sexual and from that compass point on, I realized she loved giving head and especially loved the taste of cum. I almost died !

Well from then on she used sex as a advantage. If I accomplished something, I got the serious sex. Then it morphed into, when I did something special for her, I got mind blowing sex. Then it ended up with, if I just treated her like a pouf in all matter modest and large, I got sex as the reward. Jim, she was shaping me from a neanderthal case jock to a romantic chauvinistic lover. I loved it. I adored her more, the yearner we went down that track. The vigor I felt anticipating sex with her drove me to excel in everything I did. I finished second in my course of instruction and only because I didn’t ace all my classes the very offset semester. After that it was all A’s. She motivated me to pass my bar on the first attempt, to then establish my practice to such heights we could yield to construct her “ self designed ” dream mansion, to buy three former vacation homes with two of them out of body politic, and to build our old geezer car collection. She loves old cars. None of this would’ve happened or carry on to materialise without her. ”

“ Geez Scott. I’ve always thought Mary was an unbelievable women, but you got lucky man ! You’ve been married how long... fifteen yr ? From being around you two, the electric discharge seems to be still animated. Most blackguard seem to have lost the luster in their marriages by now, even if their wife are hot as Inferno. You two obviously have not. What’s your closed book ? ”

“ fountainhead Jim, we've actually been married 17 years this summer. Virgin Mary has helped me understand that from the very beginning, I was telling her YES to virtually everything. She wanted to go somewhere or do something... and I said YES ! She wanted to see if I could get a 4.0 each semester... YES ! She wanted me to go to church with her... YES ! She wanted me to take her shopping... YES ! Do the dishes or scavenge the house with her... YES ! Virtually anything was a yes because I wanted her so badly. And she always rewarded me. It absolutely was the best time of my living. I had found my queen and I lived to do anything for her, even if it meant working my arse off to please her. The sexiness of it all was so powerful I often was “ laborious all day ” thinking about her. I loved how that energy would help me get mountains of piece of work done, harnessing the prediction of being with her at Nox and the honorable sex you could ever ideate. She was the one who wanted to do it in flakey places... eating house, dramatic art, churches, traveling down the highway. She even blew me once in her parents back seat while they drove us to some game. She really is insatiable and remains so to this day. ”

“ Wow Scott. Almost every guy is like that in the rootage. But seventeen years later ? No one stays that way ! ”

“ wellspring you’ve told me about Ash playing around with her boss. Remember how you started cooking all the meals, buying all the food, making sure clean flowers were in the mansion, did all the laundry, cleaned the house, made sure her car was always detailed, and gave her groovy massages after she came back from some hot date even if she fell asleep leaving you gamy and dry ? Why did you do that ? It was because of the potent intimate aureole that surrounded her. It was because Ash became the sexiest someone in your life history. It was because you longed to fuck her. It was because you worshipped her. And... it was especially true, because SHE was in control. She held the headstone and you loved it. When YOU were in ascendance those kickoff twenty old age you gradually started taking her for granted. You got fussy with many other things, probably good affair, but none of them tied your sexuality to her.

The Virgin and I started out differently and fell into a life style where she continually used her sexuality to motivate me so everything in my life was sexually tied to her. I’m telling you, there’s no way I would’ve made it through law shoal, let unaccompanied alumna with purity without sex motivating me. I loved her for that. I lived that life-time before we got married with either a “ semi or full hard on ” all day. At the very to the lowest degree, she was constantly in the spine of my mind no subject what I was doing.

So just before we got married, Mary and I had a very long unplayful talk about exactly how our relationship had developed, how good it was ; how after the annulus got exchanged most, if not all, marriages start to relax and get too familiar with each early ; how familiarity breeds contempt ; and how brace in their mutual pursuits of career and self-command tend to over look each other. Mary absolutely didn’t want us to go down that road and presented me with the most outre marriage offer I had ever heard. Want to hear it ? ”

“ Of trend ! Are you kidding ? ”

“ Well... suspend your judgement on this until I’m done telling you. Ok ? ”

“ Fine. I think you know by now how much our friendship means to me. ”

“ Jim. I sure do but I’m only going to tell you this because I’ve seen that you and Ash have essentially done the same thing, only you started twenty year into your marriage. We did this before the rings...

One Nox we were in bed together and Mary was playing with my shaft. Now she loves cocks and never seemed play out of playing with mine. She could take an hour or more edging me close, backing me down, and then getting me going again. She started asking me if I’ve enjoyed how our relationship has emerged, if I really truly loved her, if I really did swear her with my life sentence, and if I thought she would be enough for me. Well I of course of action gave a reverberate yes to all that when she hauled out this velvet bag with a drawing string tie. She asked me to open it and Jim I had never seen anything like that before. It was a strange stainless steel widget and I was dumbfounded looking at it when she said... ”

“ Robert Scott if we are going to get hook up with, I can’t imagine it working if your devotion to me dissolves over time like every marriage I’ve ever known. I think we are both hooked on the zip we currently portion together. After doing some enquiry, I’ve stumbled on this solution. It may not be for you. But I’m not going forward without this. You’re looking at a chastity gimmick. Examine it carefully.

Here... Let me take this apart. This pack goes behind your ball with both of them sticking through it along with your tool. This portion goes over your putz and attache case to the band with this ignition lock. It has to come with a lock and key so you can not get out on your own. I will curb the key. Once in post you will not be able-bodied to accept sex with anyone else, masturbate, have an orgasm or even have an erection. I will own your tool and I will decide if and when you cum from that degree onward. If you agree to this, I promise to take aid of you sexually, right than I ever have, but strictly on my terminus which will often be determined by your behavior. This is not a short term thing to me. It’s for the rest of our lifetime unless we both agree to end it. Otherwise, if you decide you want out of wearing this device then you are deciding you want out of our marriage.

Walter Scott, I’ve read many clause and consulted with a few women around the U.S. about matrimonial chastity and from everything I’ve heard about couplet that are doing this together, they rarely quit, and they both love this as a modus vivendi and here’s why. They both love the sexual sentience and energy it gives them all day long. They love the anticipation of sex together and the man loves how it helps exert his intense passion and devotion to his wife. He also loves how the intimate muscularity allows him to carry through amazing things. I want that more than anything to continue for you. I’ve watched how much you can achieve when you are motivated to delight me. I couldn't stand it if that stopped. I would start to loose my deep respect for you.

Scott I’ve loved how you treated me over these yr. I’m totally addicted to it. I can’t imagine living without you but I also can not imagine living with you if that starts to die. I really think this might be the key to a very happy long life sentence together. What do you call back ? ”

“ So Jim... what would you do if person like Mary presented you with such a proposal ? ”

“ I’d say Hell ya ! Dred Scott, you are right. Ashley and I are living almost exactly that life. I just don’t have mine locked up. I take it you said yes. How did it work out ? You still wearing it seventeen years later ? ”

Scott picked up his dinner branching, twirled it a bit and said... “ Listen to this ” as he rapped the crotch on his cage through his attire drawers.

“ Oh my gawd ! You are wearing it now ? ”

“ Jim, I always wear it unless Mary takes it off. I love wearing it in topographic point like this. I’m wondering how many other guy cable here are wearing one right now. In a alright restaurant like this fully of younger couples, I guarantee that there is probably some guy wearing one tonight. If we study how these span interact throughout this meal, I can tell you which one might be living a caged lifestyle. Just listen to them. Their conversation will be alive, his worship for her will be very evident, and she will be either sexually teasing him or trying to act very aloof, just to repulse him crazy. duo acting like that are either not married yet and in their “ sexual dance, ” or newly married and still euphoric, or... they come with the guy locked up. All three types will be acting the same way. Take a look around. You tell me who they are ! ”

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So that’s how it started with Sir Walter Scott. It didn’t end there by a long gibe. He started insisting that I stay at their house instead of hotels from that point on. Our future meals were also now at their home and were either masterfully cooked by Dred Scott or catered in.

Mary was part of most of our discussions from then on as well, even our byplay merging. I found her insights to be quite helpful and a few times she even got involved in helping us swing a deal. We generally talked about sex though... and massage. Virgin Mary had gotten Scott to get his licence in massage therapy and they had a beautiful mesa, with steamed towels and stone, along with their sauna and steam room. It was all marvelous.

affair soon took a different bend when one dark Madonna asked us to meet round the massage tabular array. This wasn’t going to be an ordinary massage.

Mary started it out by saying... “ Jim, I love it when a new guy undresses me. Don’t you think that’s hot ? Scott, would you care to see Jim peel me ? ”

Robert Scott had a smile a geographical mile wide when Blessed Virgin said to him... “ You first. I want to catch you get undressed in front of us both. Show Jim your cage ! ”

So Scott, with a bit of a flushed expression, slowly removed his dress as Mary urged him on. When he was entirely naked she patted the table and said “ Up here big boy ! ” And there he was... with this bright glossy stainless steel steel contraption that made his cock seem quite small. Madonna then reached down her blouse, pulled out her amber necklace and removed a tiny key. In a moment Scott was unlocked and liberate and that minuscule little peter swelled up to an 8-9 ” ogre. Blessed Virgin then directed me to her position of the table and in the delicate spotlight told me to undress her as slowly as potential.

It was one of the sexiest scenes I’ve ever been in and Mary was a physical specimen. Evidently the caged lifestyle had affected her too as she didn’t have an snow leopard of fat on her... literally. Rock hard and highly defined abs, along with an upper and depress body that you just never see on a women. ( Well... you do at torso edifice competition and I found l out later that Blessed Virgin regularly completed and won them. ) Madonna was beautifully tanned and didn’t have a whisker on her consistency below the neck. She didn’t really shave. It was mostly lasered off.

So I took my meter undressing her, savoring every minute. All the while she was chiding Scott about another man taking her clothes off. The Virgin was wearing an expensive supporting players. The release were hard to unbutton and there were way too many to draw it promiscuous. Her intimate apparel was breath taking underneath... ( and I was used to beautiful stuff ! ) Her white meat were of modest size but amplified by very enceinte pecs muscles. When the bra came off, my sassing dropped undefended and Virgin Mary said, “ Like my nipples ? Would you please suck them for me ? Scott, wouldn’t you like to watch that ? ”

Scott of course of action was starting to dribble pre-cum in his sexual hullabaloo and said, “ hell on earth ya ! I know you’ve wanted this. Get him to lick your snatch too ! I bet it’s dripping right now ! ”

Her mamilla were on fire and her chest were as firm as if they had been augmented. It didn’t take long and Mary was groaning in sexual pleasure while she kept her oculus directly on mine.

She finally pointed to the story and I knew she wanted me on my knees. As I dropped, she reached down and pushed me so far I had to use my coat of arms to keep from falling backwards on my heels. She then walked over me and placed her very firm cunt on my mouth while grabbing the spine of my head with her two script. Then the grinding began. I have never felt my sassing so fucked by anyone in my life... and quite soon Mary started gushing so copiously that I was sure she was urinating in my back talk. She wasn’t, at to the lowest degree that metre, but I still almost drowned in her cum ! That was the maiden of many nights to get along with those two.

Did I ever fuck Mary ? Plenty of prison term. It was always “ an experience ! ” Her Kegel muscles were so solid, I could hardly pull out if she clamped down. ( But frankly, she was too rock 'n' roll hard. I liked Ash’s softness a good deal better. ) Did she ever make Scott and I play together ? Oh yea a few times. Maybe more than that. She loved instructing us in unlike ways to go down on each other. And there were a few other strange things she got us to do. I’ll let you envisage what they were.

I don’t want to really get further into her rife character with us because it will leave you with the ill-timed notion of Blessed Virgin. She was very practically two different people. During the day and apart from our nightly child's play, she was the most beautiful, the most variety, most submissive to Scott, and most intelligent womanhood you would ever meet. nobody ever guessed what a tiger she was behind closed doors, nor what a caged cuckold Scott could be either.

Strangely, they never wanted me to tell Ashley about our shimmer. Blessed Virgin in fact forbade it. And since Ash had plenty of her own private dangerous undertaking, I never did tell her. At the meter, the secret seemed like no big deal to me and still does to this day. If you’ve been following along through these history, you’ll probably infer why I felt that way.

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End notes

I guess some of you might be wondering if I ever wore a device. Yes I did/do. ( I’m wearing one today as I’m writing this level ! ) I never got into wearing one all the sentence like Scott, but if I was staying at their home, oh yea, Mary would own me too. I loved playing along with them.

Wearing a cage is fairly comfortable. There never is any pain in the neck or any real problems that I’ve experienced. The worst is you generally have to pee sitting down.

I’ve bought maybe 2-3 dozen devices over the years. Some were just fun to play with and are form of collector items. It took me a year to finally get one that fit properly. ( If it’s not small and tight enough, you will have life-threatening problem with forenoon hard-on. ) The absolute Charles Herbert Best gimmick is probably a custom made job that might be over $ 200.

Alternatively... store eBay if you want to act as around with different types first. Try a cheap charge plate one first. Since it comes with various sizes, it will at least aid you determine the right size of it ring for you and be fun to wear while out during the day. ( I eventually found a very skilful SS one with a near perfect fit on eBay. Under $ 30 )

If you want to search this lifestyle seriously then I highly, highly recommend you first thoroughly investigate the “ definitive site on sexual abstention, ” a running diary of a married pair that has been doing this for geezerhood... MaleChastityJournal dot com. You will get some very soundly and real world advice, including their practiced instruction manual on properly fitting your best gimmick. Beyond that, there are plenty of other situation that erotically play around with chastity and some that take chastity into the various forms of wander fancy.

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I absolutely loved the anticipation I had all day thinking about Mary and the nighttime we would all portion. I’m not certainly I’ve ever experienced that type of sexual rush with anyone other than Ash. Having The Virgin as my keyholder was just about the top of my intimate hot geographical zone. And if you ever retrieve a good individual to defend your key... goody her well. It’s not well-to-do finding someone like Mary.

When I wasn’t in their town, I would sometimes get into the twist anyway, at to the lowest degree during the day, because it always created a “ cock awareness ” all day long. I love that feeling. I love going into meeting wearing it as it puts me in a special mind-set of sentience and makes everyone else seem so muffle. That’s especially true at church. All that might sound pretty eldritch to you but believe me... that mindset will kick off some weirdo creativeness in you.

Ever since that initiative night when Scott did his great reveal in that restaurant, I tend to now look on couple to see if I can describe those that might be sharing the caged lifestyle. I’m absolutely convinced that many More are doing it than we would suspect and I base that upon the sheer numbers of device being sold. When you boil it down, the cage lifestyle is just a prophylactic simple sexual biz couples can play together. It’s powerful in its affect on a marriage with very trivial downside that I see or have heard reported. That’s why it’s growing so rapidly. Try it. You might wish what it does for you with or without her.

Mary and Scott were right. The beginning of most relationships is highly charged with intimate energy that naturally makes the male subservient to the female. Once that is abandoned, and it normally does happen after married couple, that sexual energy Menachem Begin to fleet until it is practically gone.

A cage in life style demands a renewed sexually subservient male person and a wise female will learn how to use that adoration to reignite their marriage and observe the expectancy of sex “ top of mind. ” The male person will almost always become addicted to the lifestyle. There may be no going back for him. It’s that powerful. But hey... what fair sex would want to go back ? She’s not just queen for the day. She’s now queen for their lifetime !

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Finally... If you are intimate with the MGTOW social movement ( men going their own way ) then what I’ve shared above is probably triggering you big time. This news report is too short to adequately direct those issues. But debate this...

Walter Scott, Mary and myself often discussed those deep job between men and womanhood. All three of us were very openhearted and concerned with how men are abused in our legal arrangement, in marriage counselling and contracts, and throughout our beau monde. That might look incongruent with our sexual abstention swordplay, but to us it was not. In fact it was quite the opposite. We all believed that most marital problems are do to undefined and naive cognisance of how important alternate ascendence and submissive roles play with our marital psychological health. Scott and Mary had all that worked out in admirable ways. potency and submissive office were to them the final frontier in gender. I tend to concur and cause many thinking to share on that content. But my friend... that’s a tale for another day !