After about a month of dating, he said, “Seems like we’re going to do this for a while. If you’re OK with it, I’d like to define who does what around certain things so we don’t end up arguing about silly nonsense.” I had relationships before where everything was an argument so I was like, yeah let’s do it.
It started out simple enough around date nights, meal decisions and logistical things. Three months later, this is me. I’m caged, collared and cuffed. I wear a chastity cage 95% of the time. I have a small chain collar that never comes off. When I come home, I take off all my clothes, put on my black leather house collar, as well as my wrist and ankle cuffs. When I’m ready I kneel before him ask how he’d like me to begin my submission. Our roles are 100% defined now. No arguments and no nonsense. I never thought it would take being a faggot to live like this. If I had known, I would’ve done it sooner.