In Real Life

Discovering a kink I didn’t know I had?

Posted by OwnedsubJohn on February 2, 2026
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Have you ever discovered that you have had a kink for a long time and you didn’t realize it?

It is really interesting to me that I have a degradation kink and I never knew it. Other people have this kink, sometimes to the point of a fetish but it has never been my thing. Apparently, I was wrong, it just took the right experience to bring it out.

How did this happen? It started after a challenging situation for me. The three of us, Michele, Jon and I, had been experimenting on ways to fulfill a mutual fantasy. What we were trying to do is find the best way for Michele to have Jon’s cock in her pussy while I have my mouth on her clit. These are both things that she likes and when both happen at the same time it is amazing for her, and us.

Logistically though this can be difficult. One particular night, I can remember us trying multiple positions. Until we found one where I was laying on my back on the bed. My head was at the end of the bed, hanging over a little. Michele was on top of me facing the other way with her pussy just over my face. Jon was standing (trying at least) at the end of the bed just over me so he could slide his cock in Michele’s pussy. Jon has a rather large cock so it makes the most sense for him to be in that position. I liked this as well as I had fantasized about being in this position many times over the years. Overall, it was a fairly successful position that we definitely hope to try some variation of again.

For now, I’m going to concentrate on my role in that particular encounter. Obviously I was there to have my mouth on Michele’s clit. We struggled a bit but were able to make this work. With my face in her pussy from below, Jon was fucking her from above. As he would slide in, his balls would slide across my face, landing right on my eyes and nose most of the time. This was very unexpected and, quite frankly, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I guess my initial reaction was that I didn’t like it. His balls were cold and just sat there, not pressed down, I could just feel their weight. More than a couple of times his cock would slide out and land on my face as well. After Michele came hard on his cock she told him to cum in her pussy and on my face as he pulled out. From my position I couldn’t hear any of that. After he pulled out I briefly cleaned the cum off his cock and then went to work cleaning all the sex from Michele’s pussy, eagerly trying to catch everything as she pushed it out in to my mouth. It felt like a dream to be doing this, to be in this position, to fulfill this fantasy. I believe we were all left very satisfied.

This was a very intense experience and over the hours and days after we spent time discussing it and providing aftercare to each other. One of the things that came up for me was the experience of Jon’s balls across my face. It had a degrading feeling to it, in an unsettling way. Not bad, not good, just not understood. As we talked about it Michele shared how she really wanted him to cum on my face. I did not know this, at the time it happened I wasn’t exactly in a position to be able to hear anything. It’s not something I ever remember hearing Michele say before. When I first heard that she wanted Jon to cum on my face I was a little surprised by it. I didn’t understand why. What would she get out of it? Did she enjoy degrading me? I didn’t understand that I wanted to be degraded, to be humiliated. But, now I understand how this is a component of my submissive nature and I crave the experience. I crave wearing all that sex on my face as a “scarlet letter” of sorts. I want to be used for Michele’s pleasure and entertainment. I had never thought that I had a degradation kink, at least not to this level. I never considered being a cuckold, or cleaning up a messy pussy, or any act of submission to be degrading.

Well, it turns out that I have a rather strong degradation / humiliation kink. This experience isn’t when it started, but it is was the event that allowed me to really think about it and realize just how much I craved this. It’s funny how this knowledge has allowed me to remember things in such a wonderfully positive way. I now frame past experiences in a different light and that allows me to better understand what I was feeling at the time. In many ways, I accept that this is important to me and fulfills something inside me that I didn’t know I needed. This is just the beginning of this part of my journey. I look forward to looking deeper inside myself as I incorporate this in to my lifestyle.

As always, I love to hear your thoughts, please leave a comment or send an email

John

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Real life chastity – TSA Security

Posted by OwnedsubJohn on January 23, 2026
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This is a light story about my experience with airport security.

As you may already know I don’t live near Michele and Jon. They live in Texas and I live in Virginia. Michele and I do a lot of traveling to see each other and because of the distance this always involves travel by air. I don’t live with anyone, have no kids at home, no pets, and a reasonably flexible work situation so I tend to do a lot of the traveling. I like it this way because I worry a lot when Michele is traveling.

When we first started making these trips I would unlock myself using my “emergency” key before I left for the airport. If I was leaving on a weekday evening that meant I would unlock in the morning and be that way all day. I would have my Steelheart in my backpack. Once I got through security at the airport I would find a bathroom and put my cage back on.

I really don’t like the feeling of being unlocked. I especially don’t like the feeling of being unlocked without Michele being the one to do it. Chastity is a core foundation of our relationship dynamic. Not being locked in my Steelheart causes me to feel a little anxious and separate from Michele, not under her control. Of course I would never do anything that I am not allowed to do but the cage not only enforces that but it reminds me of who I belong to. That my sexual pleasure is not for me to decide, it belongs to Michele.

I also don’t like re-locking. I like being locked again but I don’t like the process. I have a fairly small cage and it takes a bit of work to get myself in to it. Once I am in it takes a while for everything to adjust back to the way it should be. Sometimes this can take hours or longer. It’s not painful, it just isn’t comfortable, it isn’t “right”. And then I would get right on a plane and sit for three hours. Not exactly the time you don’t want to be comfortable in your cage.

It didn’t take long for me to get tired of doing this. I just went and checked, it was after my fourth trip, so eight times through TSA security. I decided I was done with it and was going through with my Steelheart on. If I got pulled aside I was just going to tell them I had “semi-permanent body jewelry”. I know that many in the kink community say not to put your kinks on someone else that hasn’t consented to it. And I agree, to a point. I feel that the security checks are an invasion of my privacy and I only consent to it because it is required in order to fly. Obviously I am not going to put something in anyone’s face and would be as discrete as possible.

So off I go to the airport. I have my emergency key just in case but I am locked up tight. I am a little nervous, less than I thought I would be, but I was committed. I had TSA precheck by this point so normally I would go through the metal detectors. I knew there was pretty much no chance of that not going off but I went through anyway. They really don’t like you to go straight to the full-body scanners. I told them I had metal in my body (true but in my arm not my groin area) and they sent me to the full-body scanners. Nervously I stood in the machine with my arms over my head as they scanned my body. I stepped out and waited for the results, the screen came up green “clear”. And that was that. I went and caught my flight. About as uneventful as it gets.

Since then I have taken more than 120 more flights over three years. Most of them of them were direct non-stop so even accounting for the occasional connecting flight I have been through TSA security over 100 times with absolutely no issues. I have had a pat down at least twice. Once because they didn’t have a full-body scanner and once because something was indicated on the scan. I don’t remember where it indicated but it was not my groin but close. Luckily for me this didn’t happen until I had already made many flights so I was very comfortable going through security locked.

After a couple of months of going through security without issues I turned my emergency key over to Michele. I haven’t had an emergency key, or a need for one, for almost three years now. Apparently Michele is much stricter about security than the TSA.

I have become so used to it that I literally forget that I am locked and don’t even think about it. There is an amazing feeling of comfort in knowing that my normal of being locked in my Steelheart really is just normal. I don’t get anxious or worry about it, I can just be me.

Now there have been some fun experiences going through TSA security. I have some funny stories about the times that I did get patted down and Michele and I both have some fun experiences with “toys” that we brought with us in our carryon luggage. I will save those for another post in the future.

As always we love feedback, please leave a comment or send us an email

John

Coffee Talk: What’s in a Name?

Posted by Michele on January 14, 2026
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I was sitting here this morning, enjoying my coffee, and thinking to myself…

Looks like some delicious coffee

I’ve never really felt like a “Mistress” or “Goddess” or some of the names other dominant women like their submissive men to call them. With my husband and John, and all the men I have been a keyholder for, it’s always been a struggle to figure out what was right for them to call me. At some point early on we settled on “Lady” because, I was a lady to be respected and followed. While I do demand and command respect, I have always felt weird about the way it’s been written here when we talk/write in posts. Which is why I redid my name to Madam because I’m older now and it makes sense. I still expect that respect, of course, but this morning while sitting here I was just thinking that, in posts and on the blog, I want it to sound better lol. I’m just too old for hiding behind aliases aren’t I at this point? Lol So, you might just just see me referred to as Michele from now on when the guys write. Unless it’s a specific quoted thing. There might a bit more of that around here in general, as we make some other adjustments.

We really are trying to make it feel a lot more comfortable and like you can come here and talk to us as friends. We are not intimidating and never want you to feel that way.

OK, go enjoy your coffee! I need another cup!

Who Gets to be the Cuckold?

Posted by Michele on January 12, 2026
Posted in: Cuckold, Ethical NonMonogamy (ENM), In Real Life, Mail Chastity. Tagged: , , , , . 6 comments

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

When “What If” Becomes Real

Posted by JonMustWait on January 5, 2026
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Both M and John described their experiences of the first time the three of us were together. While I won’t repeat all of the details they covered (hey…. I gotta milk you for the cross clicks, don’t I🤣), I did want to share some of the thoughts and feelings I was having during that first time.

One of the interesting things was how strange and weird it felt to have another person involved with M and me during sex…. but also how normal and natural it was. Over the last handful of years, I’ve tried to adopt the “if it turns you on, then why not” philosophy; this definitely fell into that category. And, from the way M was reacting to the attention from both of us, she was very turned on.

There was some initial unavoidable awkwardness – M was clear that she didn’t have much interest in John and I having contact with each other, and it took a little extra effort to negotiate our way around the bed. But all of that faded away once my cock started sliding into M’s pussy. It felt so good, and knowing that I was going to get to cum for the first time in what had to have been months most likely – I was just supremely happy to get that release. It was also very interesting to see how excited M got when John was licking the cum out of her pussy – i definitely gave him plenty to lap up, as you have seen from the pictures in the previous posts!

The bottom line for me was that it worked out okay: to be fair, it wasn’t a mind blowing sexual experience; but it was better than expected considering the newness of it all. And I was also glad that it wasn’t a huge mess of things…

The only mess involved was my cum and M’s pussy juice, but John took care of cleaning that up 😉

My perspective Of “So This Is What ‘What If’ Looks Like”

Posted by OwnedsubJohn on January 3, 2026
Posted in: Cuckold, Ethical NonMonogamy (ENM), In Real Life, Submissive, Threesome. Tagged: , , . 2 comments

This is my perspective Of Madam Allure’s post So This Is What “What If” Looks Like

First off we did a lot of talking leading up to this. Mostly via group chats in the weeks (months, maybe) before we were actually together. Then we talked more in person. We wanted to make sure that each one of us felt safe. That we all knew that we had an “out,” essentially, we had a safeword that stopped everything if any of us felt at all uncomfortable with what that was happening. There was also discusion about limits, so we had a good understanding of what each other was willing, and wanting, to do.

We’ve mentioned before about the importance of expectations so that was another thing we talked a lot about.  One of these expectations was that we knew, M was dominant and she was in charge, I was submissive to M, and cagedmonkey was submissive to M. There was no direct interaction between cagedmonkey and me.

The most important expectation was that there was no expectation. Unless it felt right, and was organic, nothing was going to happen at all. Even though we had ideas of what we would like there was no “scene” and no script. Which was good because it would have been broken as soon as we started. Instead we followed M’s lead and we did what felt right, what felt good. And it felt really good!

I can remember that first night when we went to bed. At first this wasn’t about anything sexual, it was just the process of getting in bed. I remember that feeling of being the outsider (we were in their room, in their house) so I don’t know the “normal” routine, if anything is normal at this point. Anyway, we are all in the room, cagedmonkey was standing near his side of the bed, M was standing near her side of the bed. I was standing near the foot of the bed on M‘s side. M got undressed and was standing there naked. Then cagedmonkey got undressed and was standing there naked, except for his Jailbird of course. So there I was thinking isn’t this an unusual position to be in. To them this was perfectly normal. For me, well, not so much. So, I did what seemed appropriate. I got undressed.

And there we were, all three of us standing together naked getting in to the same bed, cagedmonkey on his side, M in the middle, and me on what would normally be M’s side. Normal, right? Well, oddly, it was normal. It just felt right. I have used a lot of words to describe this but I think it is important. The fact that it felt normal and comfortable is what allowed everything that followed to just flow so well. And it has ever since. I feel that we were very fortunate to have established a solid foundation from the beginning, something that we could continue to build on.

M did a great job of describing the sex that we shared that night. I would like to expand on how one of my biggest fantasies was fulfilled. I have fantasized about being “the cleanup boy” for as long as I can remember. I’ve been around a while so this has been a very deep desire of mine for possibly 40 years, maybe longer. It was amazing to watch M get her pussy filled with a very large cock. I was laying beside them and holding M as she came on that really nice big cock. I could feel the excitement of knowing what was coming next. Knowing that this has gone beyond a fantasy, I could briefly savor the reality of what was happening. Now I am watching as that big cock was sliding in and out of an already very wet pussy and I could tell that very soon he too would be cumming hard. I could feel as her pussy was filled with cum. And a lot of it. Cagedmonkey had not been allowed to cum for a long time before this and he emptied his very full balls in to her.

It was time for my fantasy to be fulfilled. Cagedmonkey pulled out and M directed me to clean up her messy pussy. This was the ultimate for me. To be told (instructed?, allowed?) to lick her freshly fucked pussy until every drop of sex was cleaned up. Hers, his, mine – all of it. And there was a lot. I could see how wet M was, and I could see cum dripping from her pussy. I didn’t waste any time getting started with big long licks so I would catch every drop before it dripped down and was lost. Then I was able to spend some time really enjoying having my face in M’s pussy. It was during this time that she pushed the cum that was in her pussy out and on to my tongue and in to my eagerly waiting mouth. Eventually I had to stop, most likely told to stop. I didn’t want it to end. I had been in subspace from the beginning but now I was in even deeper. I felt like I was floating having had such an amazing fantasy made real. I absolutely love that when I think of this now rather than a fantasy it is a memory of a very real, very amazing event.

After we were done we all checked in with each other. Individually and as group. And as we all came down out of our “space” we continued to check in. We spent time immediately after and over the next several days doing the very important work of caring for each other and understanding how we all felt.

So what’s next? Well a lot. I am looking forward to sharing so many fantasies that we each had and how we have been going about fulfilling them.

I hope you have enjoyed hearing another point of view. Please comment or email if you have questions or would like to know more.

John

The Year Changes, The Dynamic Doesn’t

Posted by Michele on January 1, 2026
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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

Merry Christmas!

Posted by Michele on December 25, 2025
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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

Thankful for 6 Weeks Post-op

Posted by Michele on December 17, 2025
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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! 😁

Bruised, Bitchy and Too Stubborn to Quit

Posted by Michele on November 16, 2025
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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