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Shannon left us an amazing comment recently and asked, what I thought was, a great question! We genuinely love when readers engage and ask thoughtful things like this. 

Shannon asked: “Do the three of you have discussions about John being favored for intercourse over cagedmonkey?”

One of the biggest realities of our dynamic is that it’s fluid. It doesn’t follow a fixed script, and it definitely doesn’t always line up with how these relationships are often portrayed in kink tropes or fantasy scenarios.

There are plenty of times when it might look like John is favored, especially during the lead-up. We’ll tease & edge cagedmonkey for days, sometimes a full week before John even arrives. On the surface, it can feel like John and I are the ones holding the power together, until the moment actually comes, and then… the roles can flip entirely. We don’t have sit down over coffee discussions so much as fantasy chats where we talk about different ideas or things we might want to try and see how they feel. 

Ironically, John often finds himself in the cuckold role… supporting, assisting, and serving while cagedmonkey is the one who gets to feel me and enjoy that sweet release. 😁 Other times, it goes the opposite way where cagedmonkey is the one denied, restrained, teased, or made to watch and want. There isn’t a hierarchy carved in stone, and there’s no scorecard being kept.

That’s the part people sometimes miss: real-life dynamics aren’t clean-cut. They’re responsive. We do what feels right in the moment, based on energy, desire, and connection… not on what we think we’re supposed to do.

And ultimately, it all comes down to Me. They both know that. Who is touched, who watches, who waits, who serves, it happens because that’s what I want, in that moment. That control, that ability to let the dynamic breathe and evolve… that’s the real beauty of being the woman in charge.

Thanks again for reading, and for being curious enough to ask. That’s what keeps these conversations fun and real. 

Look forward to more.

M

Do you like yours with cream?

I was sitting here this morning, drinking my coffee and letting my mind wander into places it probably shouldn’t before 8am. Ok maybe my mind should be anywhere it wants before 8am, but still! Nothing specific, just those familiar thoughts that make you smirk, raise an eyebrow, and think, well… that’s interesting.


I really wanted to share it with you. The problem was that it really wasn’t enough to become a full blog post. It didn’t need structure, depth, or a long build-up. It just felt like it to be acknowledged and shared.

Sometimes a thought shows up fully formed, demanding space and attention. Other times it drifts through quietly,  lingers just long enough to be interesting, and then moves on. Those are the thoughts that tend to get lost. They are not big enough for a full post, not polished enough to build around, but still very much worth sharing. So I thought… Why not share the damn things with you so you can enjoy those thoughts with us.


That is where the idea of the  Coffee Talk series comes in.


This series is a place for the things we are thinking in real time. Observations, curiosities or moments that spark something in us and make us wonder if they will spark something in you too. They might be sensual, sexual, reflective, playful, honest or down right naughty. They might raise questions instead of answering them. They might simply exist because they felt important in the moment.


All three of us may be sharing these posts. You could be hearing diifferent voices, different perspectives and different moods. The common thread is that they are small pieces of our inner conversations, offered without overworking them or forcing them into something bigger than they need to be.


Think of Coffee Talk as an open door into our heads, just for a moment.

We hope you’ll grab your cup and join us and tell us your thoughts too. ☕

January 1st, 2026… before we look ahead, let’s linger just a moment on the year we’re leaving behind.

2025 was… a return. Not just to writing, but to this space, to connection and sharing again after a pause that was needed, and intentional. Coming back to the blog and even other more “public” parts of lifestyle has reminded me why I love doing this in the first place. The words flow differently, touch deeper, feel more confident, less rushed. And I find myself smiling while writing again… which is always a good sign.

It was a year full of moments worth savoring, lessons learned, dynamics explored, arousal, excitement, heat and yes, a few memories that still make me pause mid-thought and smirk. The kind you don’t blurt out right away because they deserve to be unwrapped slowly. We shared some of that in 2025. There’s still plenty that the three of us have yet to find time to write about.

As we step into 2026, I feel that delicious kind of excitement building. The kind that comes from knowing there are stories waiting to be told… past ones you haven’t heard yet, present ones unfolding in real time, and future encounters that already have my attention. I’m ready to bring you along for all of it. 😉

More than anything, I’m looking forward to engaging with you, our readers. The ones who lean in, respond, think, feel and enjoy the journey with us. I love this shared space where curiosity is welcome and pleasure, of all kinds, isn’t something we shy away from.

This year, expect content that’s playful, honest, teasing, educational, a little naughty, and just mind-tingly enough to linger. Writing meant to make you smile, maybe shift in your seat a bit and maybe, just maybe, come back for more. 😘

2026 is here and we have plenty to explore together. 🔍🧭

Madam Allure

Ooo I’m so excited! We got an email recently from one of you lovely keyholders asking some very important questions. I decided to make this another one of the famous “Mail Chastity” posts so that it could be helpful to, not only the person asking, but to the many readers and people out there on the internet looking for the same answers.

So JustUs wrote telling me about how they want to be their best (leading/keyholding) self for their partner which I think is amazing! They feel like it’s becoming a largly chaotic duty without some direction or road map or guidelines to adhere to.

To follow are a bunch of questions I pulled from the email that but the extremely short answer is: it’s your life, do it any damn way you want and no one can tell you which way is the right way – you make the rules! You make this exactly what you want it to be, the way it works for you, your partner and your kinks.

Should we have a Chastity Contract/Agreement?”
We started out with a contract in the beginning… I don’t know that a formal written contract is necessary for everyone but what I do know is important is shared and agreed upon expectations. What I mean is that you as the keyholders and the person wearing the cage have responsibilities and it’s important that everyone understands what is expected of them from the beginning. When we started it we reviewed our contract or our agreed upon responsibilities often (once a month) as things were going well that interval got longer and longer. As we settled into our lifestyle there was really is no need for that since… It’s just life now.

Do we need to have punishments and rewards?
This is 100% up to you. I’m not all about rewards and punishments and stuff like that. I’m simple, follow my rules. You violate the rules, the cage comes off and we are done. I don’t play games, I don’t like bratty bullshit, I don’t find it funny. It’s perfectly fine if people like that and find it cute and want to correct and punish and like that stuff. Please, Don’t get me wrong at all! It’s just not my choice so… The answer is, you choose. Yes, you can make rules and have punishments for when they are broken and rewards for when things are followed or however you want to dole out rewards or you can skip all that. Whatever makes you feel happy and fulfilled as a keyholder.

Are we going to have daily routines or rituals, schedules?
Rituals… That kinda reminds me of pro dommes and not a loving lifestyle marriage but that could totally be an aspect of keyholding that you want and that’s OK, again… This is what you make it. As far as routines, yes, I think routines are probably very good to have in the beginning, until things settle in and become more natural. When we started out we had a notebook and we journaled (feelings, what was working, what wasn’t or things that might be tough to say out loud) often – this was a requirement in our contract, certain phrases being spoken, always doing a certain task… Those specific things can help be a reminder and training tool to help set the lifestyle up for success… On both sides.

I found one woman who had a spreadsheet of all her Caged Cock’s daily tasks.
Personally, that is entirely too much work… Are you looking for a job or to enjoy your man in chastity? I could never do something like this. To me, this is meant to be enjoyable, exciting, arousing… Not work, not daunting, not something I have to sit around constantly coming up with ideas about and thinking about how I’m going to make it work for him… It needs to work for you… It’s not about him. Now if making spreadsheets is a kink of yours then by all means, open excel and go for it. Just remember, this is for your enjoyment, your pleasure, your attention. This is not for you to spend hours coming up with ideas to make it for his pleasure or even displeasure. Work together in the beginning, come back together a few times to find out what is and isn’t working and reconfigure as you need to but ultimately… This is yours to make your own and create something beautiful for you. Make him work to give you the pleasure, the arousal, the excitement.

How will we decide when and for how long he will be in or out of the cage?
You decide – 5 min, 5 hours, 5 days, 5 weeks, 5 months, 5 years! It’s all up to you… No one can tell you the answer to this. Obviously, at first it will come down to wearablility of the cage, how you want to do this, is it a lifestyle? A weekend thing? A bedroom game? Do you want to be in control all the time? Sometimes? Have the key? Give a girlfriend the key? Offloading the decision making can take pressure off but also take away some of your control. Rolling dice to decide a length of time isn’t you deciding but some people have a hard time telling their spouse No, you can’t be unlocked. Or, you have to be locked for a certain amount of time so they let something else decide. Overall, you are still in control because you are deciding what you want to control and what you choose not to… Letting dice or a wheel spin or punishment or reward decide is still controlling and still making your keyholding and chastity journey your own.

**which BTW I don’t think your AI dice game was a waste! I think it’s great to research and find ways like that to help along the way when you might need it! Use it, whenever you feel you want to… No right or wrong – you make the rules!

I’m sure I’m completely overthinking this. I’d love to hear any words of wisdom, advice, relatable experiences, or helpful resources that might help me get out of my head and just enjoy this new adventure.
Yes, lol you’re totally overthinking this… But aren’t we always?? 😂

I hope somewhere in here I was able to help you out and give you some good advice! Check out Episode 3 of our podcast. It’s about praise and reassurance and it’s just me talking to other keyholders and who knows, it might be helpful! Also, the Mistress Ivey books are a great resource… Take what you can use and leave what you will… As much as I love the work she did I disagree with it being presented as the one and only way you should be doing things. There is no should… Only could, because this life is yours and your partners and it needs to be by you, for you.

Good luck to you both and please come check in with us and let us know how things are going and what things are working for you!

Hello darlings!

I wanted to take a moment on this happy day to tell you all Merry Christmas. I cant tell you enough how happy I am to be back writing to you all, sharing our life with you and enjoying our exciting times and even the not so exciting ones! That has been a true gift this last few months. Thank you for still being here, for still reading and enjoying this journey with us.

It’s been a really wonderful day. It’s the first time cagedmonkey, John and I have spent Christmas together and it’s been very enjoyable. I think the kids are having a great day too and both seemed to really like their gifts. Christmas sure is different now that we have older/adult children.

We’ve had lots of yummy food and decorated cookies and even plan to play some Uno and other family games after dinner!

I hope that you all have had a wonderful Christmas and your weekend to come is nice and relaxing… Don’t get up to anything too naughty!

All our love, until next time

M

I wanted to chat about the first time the three of us were together, sexually… Mostly because I know a lot of you want to hear the juicy deets! (do people still say that word.? Lol) I do think it’s important for you to hear about how we got to that point. You know we like to keep the “real life” aspect of this blog so that’s what you all will get. In real life you don’t just hop in bed with two men for the first time and do all kinds of sexy stuff.
Since you all are blessed with having all three of us write on this blog, I’m hoping the guys will come and give their thoughts on this, as well. I can only give you my point of view, obviously!


When we started all this I remember the three of us talking a lot. You guys know how much we have talked in the past about the importance of communication. It really is the most basic and fundamental part of any relationship, even one like this. Of course our conversations took a turn to a sexual nature, how could they not? I can remember talking (I guess you could call it fantasizing) about cuckolding – in a lot of different ways. We talked about forced voyeurism, where we would tie cagedmonkey to a chair and force him to watch, while John and I had sex. I started telling the boys about a fantasy I wanted to fulfill. I had always thought about having sex doggy style, over top of someone’s face. The thought of our sex dripping down onto and being rubbed onto someone’s face while they eagerly waited to clean up the mess that was inevitable. Ok, writing this is getting me thinking about it and  it’s making me quiver.

Anyway, I know you’re waiting to hear how the three of us ran immediately to the bedroom, stripped naked and got in position, right? You’re thinking John standing behind my big beautiful round ass and my husband waiting beneath the two of us… Just watching as his cock about to slide in my wet, waiting pussy. Ok well I hate to break it to you but it wasn’t really like that. Yes, at some point we went to bed, all in the same bed, and yes the three of us all got naked.

However, nothing happened immediately. We talked some, I  touched them some and we talked more. I got out my keys, for both guys, and let them both out so we could play, freely, if it felt right. We talked about things we COULD do and things that sounded hot. Mostly we talked about how we would all feel if one or the other were to be having sex with me in front of the other? We talked about how I was going to need to be worked up and made ready for sex. So… I had each of the guys take turns licking my pussy which was very new for me and yes kinda awkward! We made sure to check in to see if we were still all ok, throughout.

After a bit more talking, I guided cagedmonkey up on top of me, missionary, and allowed him to slide his big cock inside me. One of the other things we had talked about in general was having a “clean up toy” or basically someone to clean up the sex, and that’s exactly what happened that night. Hubby and I had sex, John basically watched, he and I kissed, touched, I stroked his cock and then as a reward for being so good he got to clean up the mess. It felt awesome, amazing, insane, scary, and even nervewracking all at once!

None of it was perfect like you’d see in a porn film. In fact it was probably pretty awkward to watch lol. I know I was very worried that I made a mistake with both guys and they both would be upset with me. Oh I had so much going through my head after… That can be another post about mental health on its own but in the moment it felt all kinds of things but good trumped them all. We all did good aftercare, we checked in with each other as a group and individually, multiple times.

The most important thing to remember here is that this all may not go exactly as anyone plans but you really do just need to communicate and things can still turn out good.


If you made it this far, I can’t wait to tell you how much things have changed and how some things haven’t!


Until then, thanks for reading!

Hoping you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! This year John was here with hubby and I, and the kids. We had dinner as a family at home. It turned out to be a great day and weekend.

We did not get up to any kinky fun together as I am still recovering. Though, I have to say, I think I’m doing quit well. I just had my 6 week post-op appt it went good! All of my restrictions are lifted. But I still have to ease back into things. Just because I CAN do all the things doesn’t mean I can do ALL of all the things. So I can do a little, then a little more and a little more. I need to pay attention to my hip, it’ll let me know when it’s had too much (yes it does lol).

Doc wanted to start me on PT with an actual therapist because my leg muscle is still weak and hurting but I talked him into letting me continue to work on it myself. If it’s not completely better when I see him in the spring or I’m feeling like I need it before then we will go to real PT.

I just think with my other health issues, it’ll take longer so I’ll be ok in time. I’m just happy I can drive and walk and bend and do things I want to do.

I can’t wait to drive to Walmart and go shopping and take a walk outside in my neighborhood! 😁

Two weeks post-op and I’m finally starting to feel a tiny bit more like myself… but wow, this has been one hell of a ride. And not the fun “hands in the air” kind. More like the kind where the seat belt is too tight, the track is rickety, and the ride operator is an intern who definitely shouldn’t have been left in charge.

I knew hip replacement surgery would be tough, but I don’t think anything prepares you for just exactly how tough. I’m almost 50, I’ve run my household, my boss’ company, my kids, my men, and entire damn dynamics… and suddenly I’m the one who can’t get up without help. I’m the one who has to ask for things. I’m the one who can’t just “do it myself,” which has basically been my default setting for decades.

The first week was the worst, I won’t lie, it was an bit of a roller coaster. It was ups and downs, physically and emotionally. One minute I was fine and five minutes later something would trigger my nerves (literally) and I was in pain all down my leg. None of the unpredictable pain has been good for the mental health and sometimes I am doing good and feeling happy about doing good and the next I was pissed off at the world because I wasn’t able to do something or I was in intense pain. At one point the pain, frustration, exhaustion, something… all mixed together into some kind of nuclear-level bitchiness. I warned everyone, but still, Yikes, even I didn’t like me. I did apologize.


John flew out the night before surgery and was here for 11 days. He is such an amazing addition to our family, taking on the kids, the house, the meals, the med schedules, the waking up all hours of the night, the endless little tasks that feel like mountains right now. He did it partly because he wanted to help, and partly because he knew the second he left, it would all fall onto Hubby, and he wanted to soften that blow. Hubby wanted to do everything too, but John took the brunt of it that first week or so, because he knows these next few weeks are on cagedmonkey now that he’s gone. Cagedmonkey has to deal with catering to me everyday, taking care of the kids, the house and doing dinners and everything all by himself while going to work and his own self care. It’s a lot so I’m so happy we have the opportunity to spread out the heavy load between the two guys. That isn’t a level of help people can usually get. I’m blessed to be loved and cared for by two men.


Let me tell you… healing from hip surgery is no joke. Managing all my meds with the addition of pain meds, post op appts, PT exercises that feel like you’re learning to use your own body again. Ohhh, and the wound vac… oh my God… having that sucker (ha! See what I did there?! lol) removed was like torture. I swear they ripped off layers of my soul along with the adhesive. Seriously though, a few layers of my sensitive skin at my upper hip area were destroyed and it’s painful to get it healing.

I’m still using the walker, still moving slowly, still learning this new version of “walking.” But it’s getting better. The pain is different now and not in my hip joint, mostly my muscles and nerves. I’m taking fewer meds already, which I’m happy about… I am not a pain med person. I can actually get around the house without feeling like I’m climbing Everest. So… Progress is progress, I just need to remember that and not get discouraged. It’s really easy to do!

The hardest part now is my brain. My brain wants to get up and clean something, fix something, do something. It wants to move the way I always have… instinctively. However, my body just says “Nope. Sit down.” That’s been the biggest mindfuck of all. Knowing I can’t even if I want to… and I want to all the time.


I still have four more weeks before I’m even allowed to think about housework, bending, twisting, any of the basic things that made me feel capable and in control. It’s humbling, it’s frustrating, and it’s teaching me patience in ways I never asked for. But I’m healing, I’m improving, and I’m still Madam Allure even if I’m temporarily slowed down.

So, I am here, I’m bruised, and I may get bitchy, but I am absolutely too stubborn to quit. I promise to update again and find more time to write as I’m feeling better over the next few weeks… Why not since I’m not allowed to do anything else? LoL

Until next time…

Behave, or I’m coming after you with this walker! 😉

Madam

On October 31st, I’m getting a total hip replacement. This isn’t just a physical procedure… it’s a forced power exchange that will challenge every dominant, independent instinct I have.

For the first couple weeks, my body becomes my prison. I will be confined, restricted, and fully dependent. As someone who is used to holding the reins, being the decision-maker, and taking care of everything, this level of surrender is profound.This enforced downtime and physical limitation is basically forced submission. There is no negotiation with doctor’s orders.

This is where the strength of our relationship shines. John is flying in to join cagedmonkey and the kids. He will spend almost 2 weeks being my 24hr “support slave” 😊. Cagedmonkey will help when he can but he’s still got work and transporting children places when necessary etc. However, this crew, my lovers, my family, my support is morphing into a highly organized, care-focused power exchange unit. The guys will now be in charge of my meds, my movement, my schedule, and every logistical detail. They will manage the house, the kids, and my recovery. It feels as though I am surrendering all autonomy and control to their care.

For a dominant person, independence isn’t just a personality trait, it’s often a core part of their identity. Having my movement, energy, and freedom stripped away feels like losing a piece of myself, a direct hit to the place where my power resides.

The emotional experience is complex:
There is genuine frustration at the inability to move, clean, or even get my own cup of coffee. The dominant part of my mind screams at the loss of control, scraping against the bars of my physical limitations.

My experience in BDSM, however, gives me a strange kind of preparation. I know how to trust completely. I understand that sometimes the greatest strength is in the radical acceptance of a role. I’m going to do my best at allowing myself to be led and cared for without reservation.

Seeing John, and my husband, step into this role, coordinating, managing tasks, and placing my well-being above their own schedules, is an incredible act of love. This is the ultimate, real-life proof that what we’ve built isn’t simply passion; it’s the reliable, compassionate, and unwavering care we extend to one another when it is needed most. It is a different kind of power… the power of their commitment to me.

Given that my main activity will be resting in place, I’ll have plenty of time for distraction. Please feel free to drop a comment below or send me an email with your thoughts, questions, or just a story from your own life or lifestyle. Anything to keep me distracted and help me focus on the emotional submission rather than the masochistic reality of the physical pain. LoL
I look forward to being in less pain and feeling stronger. I can’t wait to take a walk again!

Wish me luck & have a safe Halloween!
Madam Allure

I’m sitting on a plane right now, heading to Chicago for work. As usual, for my work trips, we try to plan them so John and I can spend Friday night and Saturday together before I have to work in the office all week. I guess I’m blessed with a boss that understands and allows the time for me to be off, too. For once, the universe smiled on us and our flights actually land within about thirty minutes of each other. Ok so… That’s not exactly true, there was a last minute drive to the airport to see if he could get on an earlier flight so I didn’t have to sit at the airport for 3 hours waiting for him. 😁😂 It was still a win and small victories like that feel extra sweet when you’re in a long-distance relationship.

For those who don’t know, CM, Me and John are in a polyamorous (or ENM: ethically non-monogamous) relationship. Cagedmonkey and I have been together for over 25 years, and my boyfriend, John, has become an important part of my life over the past three years. I am the poly one in our dynamic. Both of the guys are monogamous. It may not be how other people do it but it’s what we do and what works for us. What we have works, not because it’s easy, but because it’s intentional.

A lot of people imagine poly relationships as a free-for-all of romance and adventure, but the truth is much quieter. It’s time zones and calendars and flight schedules. It’s communication and compromise. It’s making sure everyone feels seen, valued, and loved, even when distance or daily life gets in the way.
John and I live in different states, so travel is a constant part of our relationship. He usually does most of it. He is at a point in his life where his kids are grown, he has no pets, and his life is a little more flexible than mine. I’m endlessly grateful for that, and for how much effort he puts into showing up, both literally and emotionally.

And then there’s my husband, who is so generous with his time and with me. It takes real strength and trust to share your partner, to allow love to exist in multiple directions and still feel secure in your own bond. That’s something I never take for granted. Cagedmonkey and I did enjoy a nice Date Night (more on those later) on Wednesday and some extra time together, last night, since I was leaving today. As a rare treat he even took off work to drive me to the airport. It was nice getting to hang out and drive together in the car for an hour and a half and get stuck in shitty traffic. 🤣 Making time for each other is what matters most.

Poly love isn’t about having more. It’s about giving more… more patience, more understanding, more communication. It’s learning that love isn’t a limited resource to be divided, but something that expands and deepens when it’s nurtured openly and honestly.

So while my Chicago trip might start as a work week, it’s also a reminder of how it can be an opportunity to nurture a long distance relationship we may not have otherwise had. It’s not always simple, all relationships take work… And sometimes a good flight plan! ✈️ 😁 ❤️

See you on the ground
Madam