Good morning Tumblr world, thought it's actual more into afternoon. But... let's discuss this, shall we? What is Chastity? Another term that gets thrown around is FLR, which means Female Led Relationship, or WLR, Wife Led Relationship.
For us, I can't imagine having an FLR or WLR. We are a team, we have children, and family, and honestly, he leads our family. He's an inspired leader in that way, whether it's vacations, or yard projects or house projects or even new businesses.
I want and desire things too, but not like he does. He keeps the house running, he organizes shit, he sets the tone and direction and keeps us all on time and going, not just in a sense of control, but a sense of inspiration, surprising us all the time (The us here if the family, though all our children are out of the house, and it's just me and him and the cats and dogs at home now.)
I express my desires... but in a less directed way. I'll explain: Recently, we were in our bed, and he was locked in chastity, and I was riding him, naked, torturing him, twisting his nipples, hard, pinching them hard, falling forward shoving my tits in his face. All of this is delightful torture for him... and me. He is trained to put his hands behind his neck when I torture him like this, and he can't lurch at my tits when I come down towards his face. He can't kiss them or lick them or bite them, though I rub them in his face. He has to endure. Of course, I lament that I want his cock inside me so bad, but sadly it's locked and I just have to suffer and take it out on him...
Okay... that was and is a hot scene... but that's not the point. We have bedroom windows out into a big field, and as I was riding him, I whined and complained... the windows are so dirty... my view is ruined by the dirty windows.... I whine a bit about the windows, cruelly twist his nipples, and then move onto something else.
Well... guess what? Next day he came home from work before I did, and by the time I got to the bedroom from my work, the windows were spotless, inside and out. And that means he had to climb out on a second story roof to get that done.
So I told him I wanted the windows cleaned... in a way. By expressing how sad it made me that they were dirty. That's it. I didn't say CLEAN THE FUCKING WINDOWS YOU DIRTBAG SLAVE BITCH! I just don't do things like that. I express my emotions about things, and then they get done...
But here's the thing... when he's my slave, he's in chastity... or some combination of those... expressing sadness about dirty windows ALWAYS works. If we were in a vanilla stage.... and I just expressed sadness about the windows... he MIGHT have cleaned them, but chances are he wouldn't. I could have ASKED HIM... and then he would of... but he also might have said I'm busy, you clean them.
Do you get the sense of what I'm saying here? I can clean my own fucking windows. But when he's in Chastity, I can express my sadness at dirty windows and it's going to work 100% of the time. He WILL clean those windows, and happily. And he wants me to express MORE about what I want in the house that way. He asks me to ask more of him, and that's how I do it. Mostly.
So... that is a part of what Chastity is for us. More to come. (And this goes back to a previous discussion of standards that I had, which is my rising standards. - In the old days I would have seen the dirty window, wished it was clean, and just shut up about it. I know he's busy. I'm busy. And I'm too nice a girl to ask him to do more for me, he already does enough.)
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