Mrs Edge Says

Good Morning Slave!

So is my husband my slave? What is a slave? Join me in a strange discussion about what this even means!

Slavery is obviously evil. Capture someone against their will. Strip them of their freedom and rights, even their clothing, their status as property. Not good. Tell them what to do and discipline them for not doing it, or discipline them for no reason, you have freedom to inflict pain on them. Then make them focus on serving you and not themselves.

There is absolutely nothing good about this human arrangement, and yet... we in the kinky strange chastity community have turn it into an artform and a deep passage and open doorway into deeper bliss, fun, and adventure.

My hubby thinks being my slave is hot, and sometimes I call him my slave, but mostly I don't. Why would I want a SLAVE?

A man who is owned by me, must do what I tell him to do, has no freedom, and sacrifices his pleasure for mine, whether he wants to or not...

And yet there is something kind of hot about it. Strange... strange... strange.

Most strange is that my husband isn't a beta. I see that all over on Tumblr and it turns me off. I don't want a beta loser man to do what I want! I want a strong masculine core powerful man to submit to me and let me lock his cock and beat his ass and have him take care of me like a gentleman.

I think that you have not read some of our other answers. My husband is denied being inside me, or being touched or given any direct pleasure to his penis. However, I do make him come in his cage, maybe once a month or so. Because he is always locked, he is always full of desire. That makes him horny enough to come when he makes love to me, especially if I encourage it along with a little naughty talk.

Sometimes it is difficult to answer questions on Tumblr because it seems like we have to nitpick at the definitions of all the words all the time. And sometimes people read too much into offhand comments.

My husband's penis is locked in a stainless steel cage all the time. I do not remove it for anything sexual, only for traveling or for medical visits. That is the nature of our relationship, and has been for the past 5 years (and off and on for 20 years before that).

We make love as often as our free time allows. For that, he does not need to use what I have locked up... he uses a Vixskin Ranger in a harness. He is "inside me" in that respect because I consider the Ranger to be "him." However, when I make comments on these memes or answer questions to people, I probably use expressions that are not quite as exact or as descriptive.

And about your question on if we "make love" if he is denied. I do not know how to explain this but our love making ... our sex life... has become more close and intimate and... intense than it ever was. My husband kisses me deeply and holds my body close to his while I have the best and most amazing orgasms! When I am finished he holds me while I relax. And he tells me every time that this is the best and most intense sex that he has ever had. Denying him has made him happy and has done amazing things for our relationship.

In the beginning, he asked and I agreed.

Then he had to beg, and I agreed.

Then he begged and I pretended agree and pushed his release by a couple of days.

Then came the above statement and for his begging, I nullified the counting, to start chastity time from the beginning.

Lastly, I came with a rule, that my dearest is not allowed to beg for a release and begging will bare consequences.

The Smile of a Chastity Wife

I'm obviously not working very hard today on my trip, only one meeting today, so I have time in the hotel room to create memes and tease my locked husband at home. (Got to get that all done before the England Norway game!)

But I do find myself smiling a lot today thinking of my husband, my love for him, how lucky I am we have thrived in our marriage for so many years, and how now, as we get older and the kids are out of the house, we still play games of passion, fun, intimacy and I don't know the word, mind blowing adventure in darkness and light.

So today I'm smiling. I'm a lucky woman, who deeply loves her husband and is deeply loved by him... AND keeps his cock locked in a small steel cage. Who would have thought I would ever do that?

We choose this. That's a fair observation. We BOTH chose this. He led us into it, and I played along, albeit with a lot of reluctance, guilt, and refusal at time.

But here is the fun of the game. He choose this. He made the decision to pursue submission, service and suffering to me. He WANTS to be locked.

And yet... now it's MY CHOICE. You see, even if he wanted out, and I decided NO, you are staying in, that's the WAY IT IS NOW... I know he would agree.

(Short of some big life emergency or something like that, so that's the caveat).

But now he really is losing the choice, even though he always had it... but right now, it's safe to say he's addicted to serving me this way, he enjoys it, and I enjoy it, so even when he has momentary times when wants out, truly feels cramped, hurting, and wants out... just wants to FUCK ME...

The answer is NO. He doesn't get to do that anymore. Maybe permanently, who knows. And that is a degree of POWER I didn't know I would arrive and honestly not sure I want or will stick with.

I'm notorious for suddenly feeling guilty about the whole thing, yanking him out of chastity, bringing him to orgasm (which he regrets) and then we go back to vanilla and yet I'm unhappy and he's unhappy on some level.

I think the THOUGHT that kills me the most is this: Does he REALLY need the CAGE and my Domination to submit, serve, and suffer for me?

I’ve Thought About It…

You sit quietly across from me. You haven’t said a word since I started speaking.

But your body tells me everything.

The way your breath slowed, then caught when I said I’d been thinking. The subtle shift in your hips, the way you tried to adjust the pressure without drawing attention to yourself. The way your eyes dropped to my lips… then to the key. Still right there, where it always is.

I wanted to take my time with this. I didn’t want to rush a decision, not with something this important.

You gave me the key. You gave me control. And you said—so sweetly—that you trusted me to decide when. If.

And I’ve decided.

Because everything since you slipped into that cage has changed. Softened. Deepened.

You focus. I relax. The weight I didn’t realize I was carrying—the pressure, the performance—it just… disappeared.

And you? You’ve been softer in all the right ways. Kissing slower. Listening closer. Touching me like you know I’m the center of everything. Like nothing matters more than how I breathe beneath your lips.

And honestly… the sex? It's never been this good.

Even though you haven’t been inside me. Especially because you haven’t.

There’s something about the way you ache that makes every moan you draw from me feel earned. Worshipped.

And now… look at you. Legs pressed together just a little tighter. Hands gripping the cushion, thumb circling your palm—your subtle little tell when your cage gets too tight. I can see you throbbing through your clothes.

All from my voice. All from my words.

Are you aroused by the thought of staying locked forever? Does it turn you on to hear that I don’t even want to unlock you anymore? That I’ve tasted this power, this peace, this pleasure… and I don’t want to give it up?

Wouldn’t you agree things have been better like this?

You’re not confused anymore. You know exactly where your attention belongs. And I’ve never felt more desired.

I watch you swallow. Tense. Still. Waiting.

You’re taking the news beautifully. That soft whimper in your throat? That’s the sound of surrender.

So tonight, I’ll let you love me the way you love best. With your mouth. No expectations. No promises. Just your lips, your tongue, your focus, your ache.

Each moan you pull from me will remind you why we don’t need to change a thing. Why this is working. Why you are thriving right where you are.