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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! 😁

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

When Will Then Be Now?

Posted by JonMustWait on November 30, 2016
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I have to admit, my sex life is pretty damn great at the moment. Not only are My Lady and I having the time of our lives with each other, we’ve been enjoying the opportunity to share this side of our lives with some “like minded” people that we have met recently. It’s been crazy and fun and exciting all at the same time.

But then, sometimes, I just wanna tell real life to go screw itself.

I understand that ML and I are more than just kinky bloggers on the internet – we are people, parents, family members. We have situations that come up that are more important than finding a new way for ML to torture me sexually. I know this, and I accept this… but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

It has been a little while since ML and I have enjoyed some serious play time together. Since we moved, we have been able to take advantage of Grandma’s babysitting services; this allowed us to have some time with no kids in the house (so we could be as loud as we wanted, wink wink) and we also found time to go to a couple of fetish meet-ups in our area (more on that later). It was something that was difficult to set up in the past, thanks to living so far away from our families and the somewhat special needs of our daughter requiring more than your garden variety babysitter. So, as you can imagine, it was a relief to not have to worry about having the kids in the house when, for instance, ML wanted to lock me in the stockade and abuse my ass with the fucking machine.

So, as you can also imagine, it was kind of a letdown when plans fell through to leave the kids at Grandma’s for Thanksgiving weekend. I’ll admit I have an issue with expectations, although I’m much better than I used to be. But when it’s been a while since My Lady and I have had time to play, and we are looking forward to a weekend of the house to ourselves… it’s hard not to feel like I’m being screwed (and not in any of the ways I was hoping for).

It just seems like whenever ML and I want to get some time in for some fun, we never quite get around to it. Our podcast is a great example: we’ve had tons of fun recording our podcast episodes, and we are so happy that they’ve become so popular with our followers. We’ve wanted to do an episode on the fetish meet-up that we went to for weeks now, but various distractions keep popping up (work schedule, kids schedule, appointments, etc.). It’s frustrating, to say the least.

Like I said, I’ve been doing a lot better with this type of thing lately… but I can’t help it when those feelings of “when again?” start to materialize. I know that I can just be patient, that we have plenty of time together – the other day, ML and I were talking about anniversary plans for years ahead, and ML said, “I think, when we hit our 20th anniversary, I’m just going to be totally wet all the time” (how great is that???) – but I don’t want to be patient. I want more of the good stuff. 🙂

So I’ve been craving something “scene-y” for the past couple of days; not really anything crazy or new, but just something intense. Acknowledging the craving is okay, because I know it’s not something I will go without for long. I’m just trying to stop myself from asking that all-too-familiar question of mine: “When?”

A Heavy Burden Lifted

Posted by JonMustWait on February 4, 2016
Posted in: Male Chastity. Tagged: , , , , . 2 comments

As you may or may not have noticed – awww, who am I kidding, just about all of you readers check out our blog hoping to see ML’s tits – I haven’t been posting a lot over the past few weeks. This is mainly because work has been very busy prepping for an important inspection over the last month or so. Although ML has certainly kept me occupied with her incessant teasing, as well as denying me any orgasms for over a month now, I haven’t been able to focus all that much on writing.

The good news is that the inspection has come and gone! Work will still end up being a little busy, but at least I won’t be so freaking stressed out any more. Well… at least not over  work. The stress of going months and months without an orgasm while being teased daily by My Lady will (hopefully) continue.

It’s Not All Fun and Kinky Games

Posted by Michele on August 14, 2015
Posted in: In Real Life. Tagged: , , , , . 7 comments

When I woke up this morning I never expected my day to go so bad. I started my day and as I went along I could feel my chest and throat felt tight. I could breathe but swallowing felt really tight. My chest and ribs also had this sensation of vibrating, jittery and shaking inside. My brain was so foggy I was having trouble thinking and focusing. As the day went on my chest and throat got tighter and the shaking in my chest was really strong. I even texted Mistress Marie to chat about my anxiety and that helped it for a little bit but it didn’t hold out.

My anxiety was in high gear. I’ve been stressed out with packing the house, I was becoming depressed and full of anxiety, worry and fear. Fear that I’ll never get it all packed up and ready to go when the truck is here to be loaded. The anxiety has been hanging around for a couple days now but today it really peaked and feeling my anxiety physically like that pushed me into a full on panic attack. I was having trouble breathing, my hands started shaking, I couldn’t think. I felt numb in that moment. I knew the feeling I was having, the feeling of my throat closing, that super tight chest that really makes you feel like your having a heart attack, so strong that it makes me nauseous. I knew it was a panic attack.
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I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t do this alone. So, not too alarm the kids I quietly got up, went to the kitchen to find my anti-anxiety meds and took one. Then I calmly walked down the hallway and woke hubby. The second he looked at me he knew something was wrong. I simply and very quietly asked him “could you please get up early and take care of the kids, I’m having a panic attack. I just took meds and just need to lay down.” Before getting up he just held me as my body shook and I cried in his arms.

Cagedmonkey has been through this with me before – when I didn’t know what they were. I used to have them often. It has been probably 11 years since I’ve had this kind of panic attack. We knew how to get me grounded again and let the meds kick in. I’m so incredibly blessed to have a hubby who loves me even though I’m broken. I’m not without imperfections but he doesn’t even see them and in fact loves me for them. Today I took a healthy step in going to him and asking for help. It’s not something I would have done before, I would have held it in and tried dealing with it on my own. I would have fallen into a deep depression. I love that we have a love and a trust with one another that we can come to each other with this kind of stuff and any kind of stuff.

Today I thank God for an amazing husband who is my hero. Thank you baby for being my strength when I’m weak.
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