From the Beginning

Please note many of the pictures on this site are ones readily available from Wix.com. While I don't mind sharing my sexy photos, my personal photos from my wedding/pregnancy/etc aren't meant for internet strangers that know me as a sex worker.

My husband, Dakota, and I met the first day we moved into the dorms at uni. We had a situationship for all of freshman year. At some point during that time he asked me if I was bisexual (he remembers this clearly but I don't at all) and I said no... because I'm stupid.

Fast forward a year and a half and we reconnect. During this time I get drunk and sleep with a woman for the first time (yay!). I excitedly tell him about my experience because I thought he'd be excited as well... He was not. While we had not discussed exclusivity, he was under the impression we weren't sleeping with other people. Or at the very least not rubbing it in each other's faces. Now the rules freshman year were simple; we were each free to do whatever we liked, since we weren't official, but we were supposed to tell each other. This was for my peace of mind to assess STD risk. Ultimately, while we were sleeping together neither of us slept with anyone else. Probably because we were wearing each other out back in the day. But anywho...

So while I could've guessed he would be upset about me sleeping with another man, I did feel I was allowed. Plus it wasn't even a man! It was a woman! Totally different, right? Just a fun little college experience? Well I was informed I was incorrect. Shortly after this he asked me to be his girlfriend and I suspect wanting exclusivity was at least part of that decision.

At the time I rejected him. Because I was a 20yo asshole who had to get back at him for rejecting me years prior. And because I wasn't fully over my ex (Dakota was really just supposed to be rebound sex). And to add on top of it all, now I was contemplating my sexuality. After a couple more months I decided I did want to seriously date him. But I made it clear that I needed the freedom to explore my sexuality. This happened to be during summer break and we had internships in different cities so it worked out, I could meet up with women while we were long distance. Except I didn't. Between work, partying with the other interns, or talking on the phone with Dakota for hours at night, I just didn't.

When we returned to school we started looking for unicorns because why not? I wanted to sleep with women and what man doesn't want a threesome? Well, as you probably know, it's not super easy to come across unicorns. So we did not succeed in this endeavor. Then I graduated in the spring and began working while Dakota still had one more semester. So while we were long distance again I started sleeping with women.

I gave him permission to do the same - just keep me informed - but he did not seem super interested. In fact, this is when he first introduced chastity into our relationship. I was actually a bit disappointed he didn't want to sleep with other women but I didn't really understand my feelings. At the time I didn't realize I was a cuck lol. The cock cage was weird and the whole idea made me uncomfortable... Until we fucked. And then I got it. He had been locked up during the day everyday for a couple weeks. When we finally made the trip to see each other he could barely fuck me. He was literally shaking as he slid inside me. I felt so powerful. He would've done anything to fuck me in that moment. A moment that admittedly lasted about 20 seconds. Don't worry, we got many more substantial rounds in that weekend so I was still satisfied. And then as we parted ways he locked back up until next time.

Once he graduated and moved in with me we finally started having threesomes. Three in one summer plus a foursome with another couple. When it rains it pours I guess. This went on for several years. Dry spells of monogamy, and then a spurt of threesomes. I then suggested we try dating separately because I wanted an actual girlfriend rather than one offs. After a few months of dating separately I finally got permission to also sleep with men. A request that had been brought up and shot down multiple times over the years. That transition was a little rocky, but with communication we were able to overcome those issues pretty quickly. It's now been about two years since I've been dating men and an interesting development has occurred... It turns out he's a bit of a cuck too. It seems that I can thank his cage for that!

So now you're caught up! You know the backstory of how we got into ENM and chastity. It's interesting to me the hatred some people have for the lifestyle. Obviously everyone should do what makes them happy but why would someone care that I am not monogamous? Why are they telling me my husband, who has been with me for over seven years now, is going to leave me for his mistress? As if that doesn't happen all the time in "monogamous" relationships. People are hateful, but whatever. Our friends know about our dating lives and while it's not for them they're never unsupportive. I hope that all of you find that in your lives! And just know that if you're afraid to take the step into ENM, I am supportive of you!