OwnedSubJohn – About me

Posted by OwnedsubJohn on December 19, 2025
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It is time for an introduction. I started a long post about how we got where we are today. Then, I decided that can wait, first I should give you an idea of who I am.

If I had to choose a single word to define myself, it would be submissive. This is not a phase and not a bedroom preference. It is who I am at my core. I have known that I was meant to be submissive since I was a teenager (and that was a very, very long time ago). In many areas of my life, I am strong and capable. I make decisions, I take responsibility, and I lead when necessary. And still, when it comes to Michele, I surrender completely. That surrender does not diminish me. It centers me and gives me purpose.

I live the BDSM lifestyle. I am owned by Michele. This is not something we role play or visit when it feels exciting. There are no scenes. No timeouts. No pretending. This is twenty four hours a day, three hundred sixty five days a year, woven into how I wake up, how I move through the day, and how I go to sleep.

As you can see in my avatar I am collared all the time. Not only symbolically, but also literally. And I wear a cage on my cock, always, but you probably already figured that out. These are not accessories or occasional reminders. They shape how I think, how I feel, and how I exist. They remind me of who I belong to and who I am. They are a part of me.

There is a lot more to me that I’m sure we will get into over time and throughout our upcoming posts, such as the fact that I am a masochist. Pain gives me strength. I am energized by pain. Not any pain, but pain given to me by Michele. I need to receive this from her as much as she needs to give it to me. We fit perfectly.

Pain gives me strength

I am also a slut. I like being used. Sexually and otherwise. I love to serve Michele in any way she desires. Sometimes by giving her a mind blowing orgasm (often more than one) or by doing the dishes or putting away the laundry. It is all satisfying to me. At times she likes to have me do things to entertain her or just keep us connected. Sometimes it is to remind me that I am hers. Sometimes it is simply to keep us connected. Whatever the reason, I do it willingly and happily.

None of this is small to me. Every act, intimate or ordinary, feeds the same need. To serve. To please. To be useful. To submit.

This is who I am. As I said, there is a lot more, the rest of the story will come, no idea if I will. 🙂

Please comment or email if you would like to know more before my next post.

John

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! 😁

“Chastity” Without the Cage

Posted by JonMustWait on November 28, 2025
Posted in: Male Chastity, Tease/Orgasm Denial. Tagged: , , , , , . 2 comments

It seems strange to describe my current situation as “chastity” since I haven’t been wearing the cage for M for quite some time now. But it does apply, sort of, once you understand the thought process (and potential sequence of events involved).

You see, even though I haven’t been wearing the cage for M, we still haven’t had penetrative sex of any kind for a very long time – on the scale of months, at least (not even considering M’s recent recovery time). So while I may not be in physical chastity, I’m still being kept denied. And yes, I know… this isn’t “chastity” in its strictest sense. But we have discussed plans for reducing the sensations that my cock experiences in different ways.

We have talked about a possible future where my cock gets minimal to no “skin to skin” contact – either I’m only allowed to be touched through clothes, with sex toys, or with gloved/covered hands. I will be denied the warm touch that I will soon grow to crave; only allowed the feeling of cold, clinical plastic or latex. Perhaps M will make me earn physical touch on my cock… or perhaps deny me indefinitely….

At the time, following through on this idea is not feasible. But the idea is out there… and it does get me aroused any time I think about it. Why does the idea of my cock not receiving any real physical stimulation for unknown and extended periods of time? I’m not quite sure. I guess it’s the same thing that excited me about wearing the cage for M – it’s the control, the denial, and the eventual desperation of needing something so badly that I can’t have. What would I do to get what I’m so desperate to have?

There may be a point in time when I find out the answer to that question.

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

How “It” Works

Posted by JonMustWait on October 27, 2025
Posted in: Cuckold, In Real Life, Mail Chastity, Male Chastity. Tagged: , , , . 4 comments

Many people are out there wondering – I know, because I’ve received a lot of emails from people like T and David S. asking – exactly how does this whole thing work? How do I deal with and handle the fact that my wife has a boyfriend? And how does this dynamic work into our kink lifestyle?

Well, starting with the “real life” stuff: it wasn’t easy at first. It took a lot of work – a lot of which I’m not sure I (or anybody) is willing to go into yet – but it essentially came down to this: both John and I love M; and if she is meeting both of our needs, is there really a problem? Knowing that Madam truly cares for each of us uniquely (as well as both of us together) is what makes this work.

In practice, that means each an understanding that we are each valuable and needing time and attention. That means date nights for both him and me – it’s a little more difficult for them, with the distance involved, but it’s important to prioritize. It also means taking the time to bond as a group – going out on a date with the 3 of us, spending time together, etc. These things help build trust within our dynamic, as well as a comfort level that is needed in order to enjoy….
Other things.

Speaking of those other things….
One may think that, because my wife now has a boyfriend, that I take the cuckold role; others may think that, because he spends most of his time locked and I don’t, that I would assume that role. In reality, neither is correct – there is an interesting fluidity in the roles we take (other than M being the dominant, of course). Depending on her mood, my wife will have sex with John while I’m only allowed to sit and watch; she may also have me ruin my orgasm inside her pussy so John can clean up the mess that is left behind.

There’s no “set in stone” way we handle things – it is very much “in the moment” and very much “M-driven.” And trust me, she enjoys it this way! She likes the idea of being able to deny both of us… or, for that matter, enjoying us both at the same time!

It wasn’t easy getting here. But the way it works is that we concentrate on each others’ needs, communicate clearly and openly… and most importantly, focus on enjoying the experience (however it may go in the current moment).

The Dominant’s Forced Submission

Posted by Michele on October 26, 2025
Posted in: In Real Life, Submissive. Tagged: , , . 4 comments

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

Flights, Feelings and Finding Balance

Posted by Michele on October 17, 2025
Posted in: Advice, Ethical NonMonogamy (ENM), In Real Life. Tagged: , , . 1 comment

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

The Unexpected Path:  How We Found  Polyamory (ENM)

Posted by Michele on October 14, 2025
Posted in: Ethical NonMonogamy (ENM), In Real Life. Tagged: , , , . 5 comments

My dynamic with cagedmonkey has always been built on communication. That is fundamentally what all relationships should be built on. During our journey, cagedmonkey and I have had previous conversations talking about pseudo-cuckolding and “my boyfriend” (who happened to be a decent sized dildo). We’d never talked seriously about adding a real life someone, as a matter of fact we’d talked about the opposite. Life, however, has a way of reminding you that things change in ways you could never expect.

It’s almost comedic, isn’t it? Something we were pretty much against has become an important part of our relationship. This was entirely new territory. It was scary, for me! I think it was scary for all of us but you’ll have to ask them yourself! (Feel free to comment!) The whole thing required conversations… endless, rigorous conversations. We had to work through boundaries, logistics, and yes, the inevitable human kinks like, insecurities. But we committed to finding a dynamic that worked for all three of us, built on the non-negotiable principle of honesty and respect. It wasn’t always smooth… it ISN’T always smooth. Everyday we continue to work out the rough spots but thats just how this goes. 

I’m sure you’re dying to know the who, the what, the where, when and all that stuff so I wont leave you waiting any more! This all began back in 2014 on a male chastity forum, driven by a simple, shared common interest. John and I were both moderators there in that little corner of the digital world. For years, our interactions were sporadic – polite banter between two people who fundamentally understood this lifestyle. We spent around 8 years building a foundation of friendship from a distance with the occasional check in emails to find out how each other and our families were doing. It was always great to hear from him. But time is merely a tool for the powerful, and as 2022 rolled in, the tool started working overtime.

Suddenly, our conversations shifted focus. the pleasantries faded, and the core of what we both desired came into view: control. We started discussing his lock, the key that needed to be mine, and the control he needed and I thrived on. Things accelerated quickly, feelings grew bigger than anyone ever expected and just like that, I didn’t just have a long-distance friend; I had a new, devoted partner. A boyfriend who is now, quite rightly, locked in chastity 24/7 under my command,, among other things. 😜

With the newly decided polyamorous relationship that cagedmonkey, John and I were working on establishing came the need to explain to the children how there would be another man visiting and sleeping in mom and dads room. 🙂  Once the adult foundation was solid, I sat down with my kids who were 14 and 17 at the time – old enough to understand that the world is complex, and savvy enough to know that alternative lifestyles exist. I approached them with the confidence of a woman who knows her truth.
I was very blunt and got right to it, asking:
“What do you know about polyamory?”

They offered a general, acceptable answer. The younger had a basic idea of what it was and the older knew just what I was talking about because she is Poly herself.

“Good, I’m glad you understand. Because Dad and I are evolving our lifestyle. I will have a boyfriend. We are adding love to our family.”
And their response? Pure, unadulterated acceptance.

“Cool! When do we get to meet him?”

No drama. No fear. Just curiosity and support. I believe this is the result of raising children in an environment of total transparency. They don’t shrink from their mother’s strength; they salute it.
The relationship between cagedmonkey, John, and me is one of negotiation, emotional intelligence, and relentless commitment. It’s built on three unique sets of needs, all working toward a shared success. It’s not “conventional,” but since when has Madam Allure ever aimed for conventional? 🙂
Sometimes, the most exquisite things start with a random connection and bloom into a beautifully complex reality that is entirely, unapologetically ours. And sometimes, your children simply remind you that living your truth is the ultimate act of power.

While We Were Away…

Posted by JonMustWait on October 9, 2025
Posted in: In Real Life. Tagged: , , , , , , , , . 1 comment

Madam and I have been alluding to the time period in between our last attempt at getting back into posting on the blog and now. Without getting into too much detail of what went on, here’s a semi-quick recap of the last 4-ish years in our lives.

You readers may notice that the post prior to these most recent ones was written in January 2021. Let’s see… did anything crazy happen during that time? I’m not sure that I can recall…..

Oh, yeah. THAT.

Yes, Covid hit us hard. Thankfully not too much on the health side of things (Madam and I both got covid twice), but it did take its toll stress-wise. Working in a health care setting, I was still going to work everyday in a high risk environment; in addition to that, work started to get extremely stressful (due to both staffing issues and…. let’s say “power dynamics”). It got so bad that I decided I needed to leave my job and get another position. In order to do that, we need to move to a slightly different area…

So, we ended up moving from Indiana…. to TEXAS.

Yes… the situation at my job was that bad.

Anyways… Texas has been pretty nice! The winters are great – minimal snow, we don’t see negative temperatures anymore. As for the 100+ degree summers – we have central air 😂 but, obviously, uprooting the family and moving a handful of states away to a new job required a lot of our focus. With that, the idea of restarting the blog (as well as reigniting our kink play) fell by the wayside. There were some difficulties along the way, but we worked through them and figured it out. And, in light of some fairly recent developments (which, I promise we will get to), we’ve been able to get back into the swing of things.

So, that’s the life situation. As for the “caged” situation…

During all of the above I spent less and less time caged (understandably). Over time, I began to think and realize the, while chastity was always exciting to me… the denial aspect was what really grabbed my interest. So, a year ago or so, Madam and I agreed to scale back chastity for me in order to make it easier to keep me edged and teased on a regular basis. I’m still going to stick with “cagedmonkey” – after all, locking up my cock is still 100% on the table as far as Madam and I are concerned. And don’t worry… she is still keeping me effectively denied, both from orgasms and even from her pussy.

I do want to thank you readers who stuck with us during our hiatus, and it really is great to see the response to our return. We love you guys! We are excited to invite you back into our FLR lives. And for those of you who visit this blog specifically for chastity stories and/or advice…. I promise, there will still be plenty of that.

“How?” you ask? Well… you’ll just have to keep reading to see…

What would this blog be without the tease? 😉

The Art of the Wait: When Denial Isn’t Erotic, It’s Just Tuesday

Posted by Michele on October 4, 2025
Posted in: In Real Life, Male Chastity, Tease/Orgasm Denial. Tagged: , , , . 3 comments

There’s a quiet kind of allure in power – one that hums beneath the surface rather than flashes in bold strokes. It’s never just about the lock, the key, or the cage. It’s in the anticipation, the glances, the knowing smirk across the room. For me, that’s where some of the real seduction lives.

When my husband and I first began exploring male chastity, it was thrilling and raw. We played with duration, with denial, with the rules. There were weeks, months even,  when he was locked and utterly at my mercy, and I loved every second of it. But something began to shift in me. Tease and denial took on a new tone. It wasn’t about how long he could go locked; it became about how long I could keep him in that delicious state of arousal, balanced on the edge and aching. Oftentimes I’d let him out but not let him have. That, to me, was power. And it was intoxicating.

But as life often does, it moved – fast and full. Let me tease you a little before we get any deeper into denial, and talk a little about the reality of living this life. It’s not all perfect fun and sexy games. That’s something we’ve always wanted to make clear here from the beginning. Right after moving into the second house in Indiana and getting through the crazy world we all lived through in 2020 the kids were hitting middle school, then high school. Between school activities, multiple work & teaching schedules, sports practices, my own health issues – which were many and a big struggle – and the daily chaos of life, the hours I once spent plotting sensual mind games became precious and rare.

And I won’t sugarcoat it… those hot, teasing nights happened less and less. Not because the desire disappeared, but because the space for it shrunk. My kink didn’t die; it simply got quieter. It rode in the backseat while I drove the family minivan… well SUV but you get it and held the world together.

Somewhere along the way, I realized that getting older came with its own kind of allure – a deeper, more grounded one. It’s in knowing what I want and owning when I no longer have the energy to chase it like I used to. And that’s okay. The truth is, control doesn’t always have to be loud or constant. Sometimes it’s in the knowing glance when he walks by, the subtle touch that reminds him who I am… Who we are. Even if the device hasn’t come out in months.

It’s not about fading away, it’s about evolving. The kinks are still there, just dressed a little differently these days. And honestly? That teasing from afar, can be even hotter now that we’ve lived through all the loud, fast parts of life.

To those of you lovely readers who are in the middle of the storm of life, don’t feel guilty if your fetish takes a nap. It doesn’t mean you’re less kinky. It just means you’re human. Power shifts. Desires grow up with us. And sometimes, the softest form of dominance is just making them wait… longer than they ever thought they could.

More to come,
Madam Allure