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Cue the Moms in 3…2…1… March 7, 2012

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I swear, you can’t make this stuff up. Apparently, Sears has been selling a tee-shirt that proclaimed loudly and proudly, “I ❤ Butt Plugs.” (As you can see from the picture, there is a picture of a heart on the tee, but I couldn’t figure out how to make one in this post.) Maybe they figured that if J.C. Penney is going after the LGBTQ market with Ellen DeGeneres as their spokesperson, Sears could capitalize on kinky folks as their niche.

Think of it: “Honey, I’m going to the mall to buy some dog food.”

“Oh great, while you’re there, do you think you can stop by Sears and pick up a butt plug? And maybe a ball gag?”

“Sure thing, sweetie. You want that butt plug in silicone or surgical grade stainless steel?”

Alas, their corporate transformation to the Stockroom of the Mall was short-lived. The shirts are gone, although you can still do a Google search as proof of their existence.

I was curious if the Moms were up in arms about this, so I checked in at the One Million Wackadoodles site. No mention of Sears. They are bleating about some TV show that they consider blasphemous. Apparently the first episode included a reference to “oral s*x.” (Yes, that’s the way they wrote it. When did sex become a dirty word?) It’s probably a good thing they didn’t see Sears’ butt plug tee-shirts. They would’ve had a collective stroke.

I have to admit, even though I’m a bold and kinky chick, I’m not sure I would’ve worn that shirt in public (notice that it comes in both men’s and women’s sizes). Maybe I could’ve sent Ab out in one though…complete with butt plug in place. 🙂

Archie Update: Issue 16, with Kevin Keller’s wedding on the cover has completely sold out and is now going for $50 and up on eBay. No mention on the Moms website about the success (or lack thereof) of their boycott effort.

More on Sears: As I was typing this I reminded myself of this post when I reminisced about looking at “dirty pictures” in the Sears Catalog. Back in 1975 there was a scandal when “something” was peeking out of a pair of boxers. Was that something a penis? Now they are selling butt plug tee shirts. Not sure what that says about Sears or our cultural evolution, but it sure is good for a laugh.

For Those Who Love Leather March 11, 2011

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I am definitely not a fashionista and I usually don’t pay any attention to Fashion Week events in Paris and Milan, but the Fall 2011 collection from Hermès caught my eye. It started with a picture in the Wall Street Journal where they were making fun of the leather pants and boots combo (“poonts”?) calling it “the least practical garment” of all the collections. Seriously, are there any clothes at any fashion week that are practical? Or affordable? I don’t think so. So, why not go all out and drive the leather fetishists wild with top-to-bottom leather: hats, jackets, skirts, gloves, pants, boots, and yes, even poonts. I thought the model with the creamy white poonts and a falcon was pretty hot. I also loved the leather trim on sweaters and jackets, pulling the whole look together. Here are a few pictures for your viewing pleasure. I also found a video of the show, which was held at Hermès Left Bank store in Paris. I read more than one description of the show that said designer Christopher Lemaire “sent models down the runway at a slow, almost meditative pace.” The background music, described as “woo woo” is a performed by a Chinese musician playing a Chinese harp, which we, apparently, would call a zither.

I love the quilting on the bill of the cap and the contrast of silk and leather. Notice the trim on the jacket and oh yes, the poonts!

Here’s a video of the show…

For those who want more, there’s a very nice slide show at the New York Times. You can zoom in on the pictures and really get up close and personal with all that luscious leather. Enjoy!

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Meanwhile, over at the Louis Vuitton show there was lots of fetish-y clothing, with leather, fur, boots, see-through shear skirts revealing thigh high stockings, and more. Not really my taste but I can see how it would appeal to some. Ab tells me he wants one of the French chambermaid’s dresses. Something tells me this would cost more than his housekeeper dress from Amazon…

I love the feather duster!

Dreamlover Labs: Shipping Now? March 9, 2011

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Back in August, when I first discovered chastity and was reading obsessively on the subject, I came across the website from DreamLover Labs. They purported to be developing a male management device to be used in the process of training your male to be the perfect boyfriend or husband. The device would consist of a receiver attached to the man’s chastity device and a remote control, held by the trainer, that would shock him as a way to correct unwanted behaviors. The idea of male management and the use of the device was supposedly based on male management science and theory, operant conditioning principles, and firm foundation of empirically tested techniques from psychology.

Because I like science and am interested in empirical evidence, I gravitated towards the theory section of the site, rather than the R&D posts of developing the device. I remember my reaction the first time I read some of these articles last summer: “compulsory sodomy,” “forced subjugation,” and this statement:

The male’s penis (the symbol of his manhood) is relegated to a locked and forgotten, unreachable place, without a concrete prospect of becoming erect again. Therefore, long-term chastity is more akin to castration.

This is what I could look forward to as an outcome of locking up my husband?

Once I got over my initial shock, I actually put my thinking cap on and did some research. I could find no empirical evidence supporting a theory of “male management science.” I googled the names of some of their experts, including Susanne Liu, MD and Tomomi Kumakura, PhD. What did I come up with? Nothing except references back to the DreamLover site, or other blogs or sites that had referenced the DreamLover site. I began to realize that maybe this is just a great big elaborate hoax—or fantasy. In fact, I found one comment that said the site is nothing but “porn for women,” and realized that might be true. Once I stopped thinking that this male management stuff is an inevitable consequence of chastity and just started reading it for fun, I could see the hotness in it. There is a part of it that appeals to me, sort of like Chirenon’s mounding fantasies and his pictures. Don’t ask me why—besides, I don’t think it’s a good idea to overanalyze one’s fantasies. 🙂

Fast forward six months and DreamLover is blitzing the world (including Ab) with e-mail announcements that their male management system is available for purchase in a limited, first-run production. If you happen to have a spare $1400 in your pocket, you could be one of 57 owners in the US or 27 in the EU/UK. A problem for us is that it is designed to work on the CB-3000 or CB-6000 from A.L. Enterprises—no mention of the CB-6000s, which is the polycarbonate device we have. They describe workarounds for other devices but it is not clear whether or not it would work with stainless steel—I certainly don’t want to electrocute my husband in the process of getting him to be the ideal man! Dead is not ideal in my book…LOL.

Seriously, I’d be very leery of forking over $1400 for an unknown, previously unsold product. But I suppose there are folks out there who would not see this as a financial barrier and will be buying one. If they do, I hope they’ll write about their experiences. I am curious if this is something that will move from the realm of fantasy to reality.

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Meanwhile, speaking of limited edition, first run products: my Sexy Period panties are due to be shipped on March 14th. I’ve been invited to the launch party on March 19th and even though it is here in New England (Providence, RI, to be exact) I won’t be attending—it’s just a little too far to drive for a Saturday evening event. However, it’s fun to be part of the excitement, even peripherally, and to see the enthusiasm of these very entrepreneurial young women as they get their business off the ground. They are so much more real and honest, to me, than DreamLover Labs—but that’s just my opinion.

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A quiet aside to: Thumper. Welcome back. I missed you during your recent sabbatical. It’s good to have you back, blogging, surveying, and being the all around fun bunny that you are. Your blog was one of the first I found that I read obsessively and now, reading your posts and leaving comments has become a happy habit. I am glad things are back on track.

Also, to Sarah Jameson: Happy one year anniversary to the Male Chastity Blog. This is another resource I found early on and did much to counter the nonsense I was reading at DreamLover Labs. Being a busy blogger myself, I know how much work is involved. Keep it up, Sarah, and congrats on a job well done.

What a Great Idea! February 21, 2011

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I am 55 ½ years old and began menstruating when I was 13, so except for two 9-month breaks when I was pregnant, I have been having periods for 504 months or 42 years. I think I am getting too old for this but my body doesn’t agree and every month, like clockwork, “my friend” drops in for a visit. This month I guess my friend was lonely because she showed up 11 days early—probably to make up for the extended vacation she took during Christmas. Okay, maybe I’m not quite as regular as I used to be but I still average 11 periods/year.

Just like containing an oil spill...

Having a period is, to be blunt, a pain in the ass. I know it’s a normal body function, like peeing or pooping, but you have control over those (in most cases). Periods? None at all. The strategy is one of containment. The products on the market today are good, but not great, and unfortunately, even for the most vigilant women among us, accidents happen. For me, with my age-related irregularity, I am finding that accidents can be even more frequent, since my little friend may sneak up on me when I am not expecting her. 😦

To my mind, there is nothing more humiliating in the world than a period accident. I once threw up in the middle of a hospital cafeteria (I was pregnant and experiencing morning sickness that went on all day for months). That was pretty embarrassing but nothing compared to the mortification of leaving a stain on a cloth seat in a public area (think, waiting room). I’d like to say that has only happened once in my life but if I did, I’d be lying.

Women don’t talk about this stuff (at least I don’t). I suffered privately and thought I must be the only doofus in the world who couldn’t figure out how to put a sanitary pad straight in my pants to prevent an accident. Then, a few weeks ago I came across this on Miss H’s Wicked Inamorata blog:

If C really wants to be humiliated, he should try discovering at work that he’s leaked through his pad and pants through to his office chair, as if he hadn’t dealt with periods over 2/3 of his life!

My soul sister!

In one of those perfect storm moments of my life, today I stumbled upon the Sexy Period website, following a link from Gawker. While the Gawker folks are of a somewhat mixed mind about these panties, I think it’s a fabulous idea! Attractive, sexy panties with an absorbent layer—they’re not designed to replace what you normally use but provide and extra measure of protection for those awkward moments—which I now understand are not mine privately but shared by many of us. Thank God for entrepreneurial young women!

I love the story. Company founders Julie Sygiel and Eunice Png met during an entrepreneurship class at Brown University. They don’t reveal how they got on the subject of protective undies but somehow they did—and realized their idea might not be as crazy as it seems at first. They graduated in 2009 and have been working since then to make their sexy panties and their business, Sexy Period, a reality.

Over the past few years, I have been a judge at a local business school for their annual innovation-to-market competition. Believe me, if Julie and Eunice had been competing, they would have gotten my vote for the $10,000 grand prize. According to their website, they have won some similar prizes, including the 2008 Rhode Island Elevator Pitch Competition and were finalists in the 2009 Rhode Island Business Plan Competition. Good for them!

They have moved from idea to prototype to preliminary market testing with an initial preview sale of 500 panties (I am customer number 419!). I am looking forward to having my Blossoming Beauty bikini pants arrive sometime in the next few weeks. You can be sure I’ll be giving them a vigorous test (do you expect anything less from the Devoted Lover Research Labs?) and lots of feedback to the company. And, I’ll keep everyone here posted, too!

For Miss H or anyone else reading this who might be interested: order quick. It looks like the prototype panties are selling fast.

Stages of Acceptance and Eroticizing the Mundane February 13, 2011

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Two disparate trains of thought have been running through my mind over the past few days. I have been trying to pull them together because they seem to be related. Let me share them with you.

The first idea I was had to do with the various stages of acceptance a person goes through to accept chastity—or any fetish or kink that his/her partner may present. The scenario that I read most commonly usually has the man presenting an idea to his wife/girlfriend. Rarely do I see that these women are immediately accepting—in fact they may be totally opposed to the notion. The stages seem to be:


  • Total confusion
  • Shocked
  • Weirded out (may be as extreme as total revulsion)

    If the woman is moving to be GGG (good, giving, game) then

  • Laissez-faire
  • Cautiously curious
  • Grudging acceptance
  • Enthusiastic participant

From what I have read, some women may stay in the first three stages in an endless loop. Their attitude seems to be, “I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t understand why you want to do that, it’s just weird.” The man, in response, becomes defensive, dejected, perhaps angry or depressed. He may move into “stealth mode” meaning he will participate in the activity, unbeknownst to his wife. Clearly none of this is psychologically healthy for either person.

If the wife decides she is willing to entertain the idea, she moves to the next series of steps. “Laissez-faire” is characterized by an “Okay, if you want to, but don’t ask me to be involved” attitude. Her husband, happy now that he is able to do what was previously forbidden let’s her know that he is grateful; this in turn triggers a cautious curiosity and tentative willingness to learn more. “Grudging acceptance” in chastity might be characterized by, “I’ll take the key but don’t expect much else” or, “I’m willing to play along with this according to some specific ground rules.” The final stage, wherein issues are resolved, is when the wife becomes an enthusiastic participant. This is what I was touching on in this post where I explored the concept of being equally invested.

How long does this take? That is totally individual. It might be years, or maybe a few months. In some couples it may occur fairly quickly.

Kelmag’s blog, Secret Chastity Husband, seems to chart this process quite well. At first, his wife had no interest and in fact, thought that the whole idea was pretty awful. He went into stealth mode—just look at the title of his blog! But they were able to work through their issues and have gotten to what seems to be grudging acceptance. (I know kelmag reads my blog so I’m sure he’ll correct me if I have mischaracterized what he and his wife have gone through.)

I tried to apply this to Ab, me, and chastity. It didn’t entirely work but it wasn’t completely off the mark. One of the big differences was that I introduced the idea to him and—well, frankly, guys have sex on the brain, right? And if his wife brings up a sort of kinky, hot idea, isn’t the husband likely to go along? Ab was confused, at first—he’d never heard of chastity, after all—but quickly moved to the curious stage. Now he is very much an enthusiastic participant, as am I.

All of this got me thinking about other things he had expressed interest in, things I might not have been as willing to accept. I have mentioned before that Ab has a touch of cross-dresser in him—and I wasn’t all that enthusiastic. I’ve tried to analyze my reluctance and I think it’s the fact that he’s a masculine guy and I like masculine men. I had no interest him wearing a wig, make-up, or lacy, frilly women’s clothes. But it was an interest of his and I suspect he might have had some stealth moments that I wasn’t aware of. Either way, he didn’t force the issue and I didn’t bring it up.

This issue has been on my mind more in recent months. I mean, he’s got five ounces of metal screwed on his cock and balls because that’s what I want, so, perhaps I should try to be slightly more accommodating of what he wants. That was the genesis of the idea of a kilt for his birthday—manly enough for me but it’s still a skirt, which gives him that cross-dressing thrill. As a matter of fact, the kilt has been a huge success, so much so that I’m thinking of getting him another one. Not just a comfy kilt to wear around the house, but one of the “real” ones that he can wear out and about. Are you listening to me, Ab? 🙂

He likes wearing the kilt and it makes him happy, so I began to think about another item of clothing that would be manly enough for me and womanly enough to tickle his fetish bone. He off-handedly mentioned having a maid’s outfit for when he does chores around the house. I certainly wasn’t into a black satin thing with layers of petticoats (what maid really dresses like that, anyway?) but something utilitarian would be fine. Once again, Amazon is my friend. I ordered up the housekeeping dress pictured above. It fits well and looks quite nice on him, actually. And when he puts it on, he moves into full housekeeper mode: today he cleaned the house from top to bottom, fixed the drain on the sink, figured out what’s wrong with the broken dishwasher (and we ordered up the necessary part), cooked me a delicious lunch (homemade tomato soup with cheddar-sausage balls on the side) and has a delicious dinner (braised short ribs) bubbling away in the crockpot. Oh, and he washed the dishes because the dishwasher is kaput at the moment.

All this because of a $35 dress? I should have bought one years ago. Oh well, live and learn.

As I was puzzling this out, I read this blog post from Celtic Queen and had an “A-ha!” moment. Sexualizing or eroticizing the mundane. As I said above, guys have sex on the brain. As Celtic Queen discovered, and now I have too, we can use this to our advantage.

To women out there who might be resisting chastity, for whatever reason: try to get over that GGG hump and let your man enjoy it. You may end up with a clean house in the process.

Happy Birthday to Ab! January 17, 2011

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Thirty cents went into the orgasm glass this morning—a nickel and a quarter. Regular readers might remember that the nickel is a really good orgasm for me and a quarter is an orgasm for Ab. Yes, that’s right. He started his birthday with the Watchful Mistress off and Little Ab rejoicing. He came on my chest and then licked me clean. It was nice to have that sticky semen feel—the smell, too. It’s been awhile.

Ab went off to work without his Watchful Mistress on, but strict instructions for no unauthorized touching or playing with himself. Just because it’s his birthday doesn’t mean all rules are set aside for the day! Besides, I want him to build up some horniness for tonight. Coming on my chest is good, but I think we both are in the mood for a good old fashioned fucking. That’s something to look forward to all day. 🙂

In the presents department, I have been working on being creative this year. First was his eternity collar which I gave him a few days early. He’s been wearing it steadily since he got home from work on Friday. I have to say, when he’s standing nude in front of me, with his collar at his neck and his cock in the Watchful Mistress, it’s very hot. I tell him I like him dressed in metal.

I also got him a Red Stewart “comfy Sport Kilt.” If folks remember, I had been thinking about a Utilikilt. The poll for that was positive with 41% (n = 38/92) saying yes, I should get one. Trouble was, it was a bit pricey ($215) for something that might turn out to be a joke gift. I did search on ebay and found a few previously loved Utilikilts but the bidding on those always ended up way beyond my limit of $100. So, what to do? Then I received a nice email from a reader who suggested I check out Sport Kilts. Thanks for the tip! I decided to start simple with a flannel comfy kilt which is designed to be worn around the house. It looks great on Ab and fits him well. He got a funny little smile. “I’ve never had a skirt before,” he said. “Well now you do,” I replied.

I’ve alluded to this before and mentioned it in the comments—Ab does have a bit of a cross-dressing fetish. The thing is, he’s never really wanted particularly feminine clothing. It’s more the feel of the fabric, such as his silky thongs. Now he’ll get to experience the freedom a kilt offers.  He also likes corsets, which I haven’t mentioned before, but now that I’ve discovered Aarkey likes them as much as us, I guess it’s time to go public. I’ve ordered one for myself, so I can play along, too. Why should he get to have all the fun? For anyone who’d like to read some corset erotica, I can highly recommend Secrets, Skin, and Leather by Sean Michael. Very, very hot. I read it in one fell swoop and couldn’t get it out of my mind for days after reading it the first time—which meant I had to re-read it a few more times. And a few more after that. Yes, it’s a favorite. The link above goes to the print version at Amazon. You can also get it as an ebook in various formats from All Romance. Treat yourself to a little steamy sex on a cold winter day. 😉

Ab also got a pre-birthday spanking using the batten that he made with his very own hands! I hadn’t quite figured out the best way to use it before, but now I have. It’s long so I discovered it’s best if I hold it lengthwise, from above, rather than sideways, which would be the more typical arrangement. So, the batten position has been created (and christened!): I’m on the edge of the bed with Ab kneeling on all fours in front of me. I let him put his nose close to my pussy to really drive him wild. Then I brought the batten down to his bottom. Smack, smack, smack! From that angle, the thing works great and his ass was nice and red—really red—within minutes. He was begging for me to stop but I didn’t think he really wanted that, so I didn’t. I am hoping he is feeling the after effects today. 😉

That’s the start of his birthday. I told him I’d cook dinner but I haven’t decided what to make. Veal with lemon and capers, perhaps, and a nice white wine. And for dessert? Dev’s pussy, of course!

The last part of my present is this blog post and a great big public hug: {{{Happy Birthday to my beloved husband!}}}

Please leave him birthday greetings in the comments. I know he’ll be thrilled.

Fantasy vs. Reality vs. Real Reality January 14, 2011

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There’s a lot of fantasy stuff out there—people writing blogs that make me shake my head and say, “Could this possibly be true?” Then there are the blogs that seem to be closer to the truth, then there’s real reality. We all know real reality but I like to pretend that it’s a bit of altered reality because that keeps things closer to the fantasy. If you know what I mean. Or, if you don’t know what I am talking about, let me try to explain.

A few weeks ago I mentioned that Ab and I have a collar that we like to play with—it’s usually been our signal for “Let’s have some fun with Top/bottom games” (or D/s). Lately, it’s been making a more regular appearance on Ab’s neck which has been fun for both of us. The fantasy—bleeding to the edge of reality—is that in the bedroom, we do have fun with power exchange and lately, the power has been more often in my hands. I guess that’s what happens when a woman locks up her husband’s cock. As a friend has said to me more than once, handing over the key is, in and of itself, a submissive act. If you accept that, and I do, then we just take it a little further for playtime.

The collar we had been playing with was just a cheap old thing that Ab picked up at a pet store. I decided for his birthday to kick it up a notch and get something attractive and “permanent”—that is, something harder to take off than just unbuckling a buckle. Maybe something that would require a key that I would hold on to. I did a little research and found Eternity Collars. This looked like just the ticket!

Wednesday was a snow day and we did end up having lots of fun, as I had predicted. Ab put on some of his favorite sexy clothes, we cranked up the heat in the kitchen, and started to play. As things progressed and the emotions began to run high, I caved and pulled out the collar in its package. “This is for your birthday,” I said, “but I am giving it to you a few days early.” (Sometimes I have problems with impulse control. LOL)

He opened the package, hands trembling a bit. Then, oh, he liked it! I screwed it on and held up the Allen wrench. “I am holding onto this key. You won’t know where it is. Only I can take this off.”

“You mean,” he said, “I’m wearing this…forever?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I want everyone to know I’m in charge.”

We had a bit more discussion which included Ab saying things like, “Are you sure you want your mother to see this?” but I was adamant. He was collared. He was my slave.

Thursday morning when he got up I said, “If you want to take your collar off before you leave, I’ll unscrew it for you. I realize you might not be ready to go public.”

“No,” he said. “I’m wearing it. That’s what you want.”

Oh, hot! …. Shiver…

Thursday evening I got home and there it was: nice and shiny around his neck. “Glad to see you’re still dressed in metal,” I said. He nodded. “Did anyone at work say anything?”

He paused. “I took it off,” he admitted. “This thing is fucking heavy.”

“You took it off!” I feigned surprise. (To be honest, I wasn’t really surprised. This is where real reality comes in.)

“Yes. It’s just a simple little screw with an Allen wrench. It was easy to get off.”

“You have that size Allen wrench at your shop?”

He gave me a look. “Dev, I have every size Allen wrench.”

“Oh.” I paused. “But you’re wearing it now!”

And that’s how it works.

The fantasy: He’s my slave, collared 24/7 in permanent metal collar that’s never coming off.

The reality: I got him a nice collar for his birthday that we’ll play with and enjoy. It’s more attractive than the old dog collar and it has more opportunities for…fun. 🙂

The real reality: He’s not my slave, he’s not wearing it 24/7, he’s not wearing it at work and he’ll never, ever wear it in front of my mother! But we can pretend which brings us back to the fantasy

Works for us!

Boot Worship January 7, 2011

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As you can imagine, to get up to speed on chastity, I do a lot of blog and forum reading. Chastity is my primary interest but it doesn’t take much searching to get into tangential topics. One thing that pops up a lot on my radar screen is boot worship or folks that have a boot fetish. It seems that there are a ton of people out there who are into boots.

I asked Ab about this. “Do boots turn you on? If so, I have an old pair in the back of my closet that I can probably dig out for a little fun.”

“Not really,” he said, “but thanks for the offer. They have too much of a military overtone for me and that’s not hot.”

Love the red and they are flat, too. Nice.

Fair enough. It’s a bit of a shame, though, because I’ve realized that Maine in winter is heaven on earth for boot fetishists. I mean, I’ve never really paid attention before but everywhere you look, there are boots. Black boots, brown boots, quilted boots, boots with pointy toes. Stiletto heeled boots, boots with zippers, boots with laces. Laces in the front, laces in the back, laces on the side. If laces don’t turn you on, how about buckles? One buckle at the top, a series of buckles down the side. Ankle high boots. Knee high boots. Thigh high boots. I’ve seen all of these in the past 7 days.

I was at the dentist on Wednesday morning and a young woman came in wearing a killer pair of thigh high, black leather boots. Even I, who, like Ab is not really into boots, could see that these were really hot. Or at least hot to me. I think part of the appeal was that they didn’t have heels so I could actually imagine wearing these. They had a flare at the top so she could roll them down to wear as knee-high boots, which also appealed. And just a little bit of lacing at the back. Yes, they were sexy. The picture up above isn’t exact, but it’s pretty close—I think you get the idea.

Buckles and buttons---I like these.

The thing was—the girl wearing them was totally nonchalant. She looked youngish—maybe 18 or so—so she might not even realize there is whole world of kinky people out there who would love to throw themselves at her feet and start licking her sexy boots. She was probably just thinking, “It’s Maine, it’s winter, there’s snow on the ground. Of course I am going to wear boots.”

Never mind that the snow, at present, is about one-quarter inch deep.

I glanced around the waiting room, wondering if there were any boot fetishists coming in their pants at the sight of this chick’s footwear. There was a very frail old guy in a wheelchair—clearly his boot worshipping days (if he had them) are long over. The woman with him—his daughter, perhaps?—looked like one of those vanilla wives with no sex drive that I keep hearing about. No boot turn-on for her. But there was another guy, reading the paper…I noticed he kept sneaking surreptitious glances over the top of his glasses. Hmm…perhaps? Maybe?

Kinky thinking at 9 am in the waiting room of the dentist’s office! Gotta love it!

Come on, boot lovers…tell me your fantasies. I’m all ears. 😉

Utilikilts—Yay or Nay? December 26, 2010

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I never heard of Utilikilts until a few days ago where I saw a mention of them in a comment on a blog. Being the curious type, I googled the name and discovered the Utilikilts website. Apparently the inventor hails from Seattle and there is a retail store on 1st Avenue in that same city—but as a fashion statement, they haven’t made their way east. At least, not that I have ever seen!

Doing a bit more googling, I discovered that people seem to have very strong opinions about Utilikilts: they either love ’em or hate ’em. I couldn’t find much in the way of neutral comments or attitudes.

Chaste guys worry about unsightly bulges in their pants from their devices—although as I have said before, I’ve never been able to notice device-wearing man, even my own husband! But it seems to me that maybe a skirt, such as a kilt, could eliminate that problem.

I showed Ab the website and he was intrigued, although he wasn’t sure he’d be up to wearing a Utilikilt to work. Even so, he gets tired of chafing from pants and he likes having his legs bare. The minute it gets warm enough he switches to shorts and wears them for the entire season. He delays going back into jeans until the last possible moment. A kilt has a definite appeal for him.

His birthday is coming up in January and I kiddingly said, “I should order one for you.”

“Go ahead,” he replied.

This was before either of us had looked at the price: $215 for the classic style. Yikes! That’s a little steep for a potential gag gift. Fifty bucks? Sure, I’ll spend that in a minute. But two hundred? That’s starting to approach the price of a chastity device. Do I really want to spend that much on something that might never be worn?

So I decided to throw the question out to my readers with a little poll. You tell me: will Ab be a fashion trendsetter? Or should I be investigating something else—anything else!—for his birthday. Cast your vote in the poll and please leave comments letting me know what you really think. I look forward to the results.

Happy Thanksgiving from the Devoted Lover Household November 25, 2010

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Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and readers—even those outside the US. A day to give thanks is a good thing.

For a long time, I was very ambivalent about Thanksgiving. I wasn’t really crazy about the food and I felt like it was the final “throwing open the gates” of the holiday hoopla that ensues in December. Eating dinner in the middle of the day always makes me feel weird and face it—I’ve experienced enough angst at the holiday table over the years to make me want to wash my hands of the whole damn thing, forever.

But a few years ago, I realized that Thanksgiving, like July 4th and Labor Day, is one of our “pure” holidays. It’s celebrated on its real day (although it was on a moving Thursday back during World War II). It’s not hooked to a religious event that is now being toned down or multi-culturized. It is a day that exists for one reason only: to pause and give thanks. To reflect on things that we are grateful for and to acknowledge those we love. In a world that has gotten far too busy and complex, it is good to have a day that forces us to slow down and take a break.

Today, this is how I’ll be taking a break and giving thanks: writing a blog post; watching the Macy’s Parade; making creamed onions for dinner; eating some waffles with the family; glancing at the Detroit Lions vs. Patriots game; heading over to Mom’s for the family get-together; spending lots of time with my children; maybe watching a movie or something in the evening and last but not least, having some quality naked playtime with my chaste husband. Could anyone ask for a nicer day?

To everyone out there: have a wonderful day!

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Update from Ab: for this morning’s dog walk he put a sock over his cage, per the suggestion of several commenters on this post. Worked great, he said. No cold nuts. Thanks, everyone, for the good advice!

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My son, L, and his girlfriend, J, arrived home for the holiday last evening. Imagine my surprise when I saw, hanging around J’s neck, a great big skeleton key on a chain! I finally asked her what it was for. “Everyone asks me that,” she said. “It’s a great conversation piece.” Turns out she got it at the Salvation Army. “I tell people it’s the key to L’s heart.” Or cock! If only she knew…LOL

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Tom Allen is taking the lead to create Keyheld: Chastity Resources for Lovers. This is an aggregate of blogs that focus on male chastity and orgasm denial as well as other resources. Think of it as a “go to” place to link to lots of useful stuff. That’s the plan, at least. LOL. If you are a blogger with a focus on chastity and would like to be included head on over to the Chastity Forum and leave a message in this thread. Tom will sign you right up.