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Iām writing this on June 8, 2026 at 2am.
At first I had considered deleting my old blog @aiden-is-caged or pausing it. I considered continuing my story on that blog.
But in the end, I decided the BEST way forward was to leave it up, and continue my story on another blog. This one.
I will summarize the entirety of the other blog, in case you are unfamiliar: I was in crisis. I longed to be a sub. My husband had tried for our entire marriage to be a bossy dom top & it was never enough.
We entered an open marriage. Everything we did with others was online.
I cycled through Doms until I met S. S gave me a lot of pleasure serving him. And gave me not one, but three chances. The final chance ended just last night at Midnite when I resigned.
You see, to get my final chance I had agreed to basically make my husband a cuck. He had to ask permission to have sex with me from S. He agreed.
But five days later, he began drinking, getting a little buzzed after midnight. He was horny. He wanted me. I was flattered but I fended him off.
The next morning (yesterday morning), I went to the gym & near the end of my workout he began to text me, upset. Gone was the horny, fun personality from the night before.
This led to an in person argument. We argued for hours. Picture a heated discussion. Not shouting, not yelling. Weāve been married 12 years. We love each other.
I decided to wrap it up, pause it for then, and go to the store. As I got ready he got a text. You see, he was an apps looking for a Dom of his own. He had been for months to years. He couldnāt find the right one.
He had never done anything in person. He had never gotten to experience submission. The text was from another dead end. A āscammerā, as he put it.
As I headed out the door I heard him sobbing. I made it out the door and halfway to my car before I thought, āfuck thisāā¦I turned around and went back in. He was crying, peeing. He came out and I hugged him tightly. He was hurting.
This was not manipulation by him to make me stop being a sub, or anything else. Suddenly I saw, this was a man who was hurting differently from me our entire marriage.
Suddenly I saw it. I took him to the bed in the guest room. I held him as he cried and cried. Finally when he stopped we talked. We talked for hours and hours.
Our entire marriage he had tried to be a Dom, was bossy, tried to please me in that way & I, bastard that I was, told him it wasnāt enough.
Suddenly we both saw I was meant to be his Dom, and in the way he needed. Not strict. Not crazy with rules. But softly. Firm maybe. But gentle as well. He had ached to be a sub and the reason he could never find the right one was he wanted me. I realized it. Thatās why. He wanted me. He could never find anyone quite like me.
And I realized that my feeling of being wanted in a sub role was misguided. Here I had a man willing to submit fully to me and want me in a Dom role.
Shortly after, I fitted him with his first hard plastic cock cage. I was so proud. He looked so good in it. I had him order groceries while I went out and got him lunch.
Suddenly this was all so clear. Yes, I had been in crisis for about two years since leaving the military, searching for a new purpose. And I suddenly saw that I could serve a million men like Master key, Jay, S, etcā¦. And it would never ever compare to turning my husband into my sub, my boi, and someday perhaps my slave.
We ate. He waited on me. I told him that everytime he stood up and went to the kitchen he should always ask me if I needed anything. He did it everytime flawlessly.
We watched a movie. I have separate thoughts about that.
I made him a list of, not rules, but expectations. About seven I think. I wrote them down in a purple book and set it near the TV. I told him he could reference it over and over this week.
Amongst the expectations are, he will never ever cum without my permission and he will strive to wear his cage as much as possible. His first goal is one week of continuous wear. I put his spare key in a box. He can use it if he needs to, but I told him he should put it right back on again as soon as he can. I taught him about ring sizes, straps, lotion, etc⦠he learned to urinate sitting down.
Which I found intensely hot.
He is expected to call me sir or daddy, and always speak to me in a soft respectful manner.
Him being bossy all these years? A cover. For a man who longed to serve. To have his husband, his man, put him in his place.
I told him he has to give up some things. He cannot speak to me any way he likes, he will not boss me, he will only be respectful & will ask me. He began shockingly immediately. Asking me if it was okay if he stayed up after I went to bed for instance.
He is expected to look for a sub collar he likes and a leash and then show me for my approval.
He is expected to write out his diet plan and exercise plan he wants me to enforce.
Iām sure there are some more but the purple book is in the living room and I am not.
He needed me to be his man and his Dom all these years. So much emotional lifting he has done and all for me. This is my purpose. To make him into the sub boi he is meant to be.
He is snoring next to me now. Sleeping in his cock cage for the first time. I told him learning to sleep in it is hard. Heās been up a few times. But Iām so proud of him. And so horny. Iāve cuddled him back to sleep, telling him āDaddyās here. Iām so proud of you boiā.
Earlier at one moment he had kissed me, a little kiss. For now, he is not forbidden from just touching on me or kissing me. He cannot reach for my crotch without permission. He kissed me and then I broke it and pushed him to the wall. I stood on my toes a bit (he is taller) & held his head and hair firmly and I tongue fucked his little hot mouth. He loved it. He whimpered like such a sweet sexy boi.
Iāve made him hard in his cage over and over and he loves it.
Around midnight, I knew what I had to do. I got up and I texted S, resigning for the last time. Iāve wasted enough of his time. I removed my cage & my chain lock.
I felt peace I have not felt in years & years.
I love my husband but I was so blind to the reality of what was going on the entire time.
My photo of meā¦.naked and caged on my knees in the hotel room during our anniversary that so many people shared and likedā¦it should have been him this whole time.
He does want me. Badly. With an intense need. But as a Master.
I think I have the exact vibe of what he needs pretty much down. Iāll still have to learn & research. It feels good. It feels peaceful. Heās going to learn to do so many things. Things he never imagined he would do to see how it pleases me. He already knows this. He has specific kinks or scenes that he wants too and I told him those would be rewards.
He is excited to really live this dynamic as a sub for the first real time. He understands it is real & it is 24/7 and that the scenes for him are a reward and a deeper expression of that.
There are reasons for him being like this, but I will leave that for him to explain someday if he wants to. I want to take care of him, protect him, and do filthy sweet horny things to him. Make him beg to do them for me.
He can be really finicky about what he likes but I am certain I just need patience & a gentle touch rather than a rough strict āfakeā persona.
Imagining him begging to suck the sweat from my socks, as one teeny tiny example, makes me so horny & even the idea that he would say it, beg, and try, for meā¦makes me happier than serving a Dom a thousand times over.
Iām so proud of him for admitting what he needs & letting me have the chance to turn him into my slave someday.
Yesterday began with us being closer than weāve ever been to calling it quits and ended with him snoring peacefully with his boi cock caged where it belongs & me so excited I have barely slept a wink.









