Introducing Amanda

So I've been writing here for a little bit. I did start a blog, but the content was questionable, I wouldn't call it NSFW, but talking about having an orgasm, dressing your husband in lingerie and having him in chastity was considered unsafe enough that my posts kept getting flagged.

Then I found Steemit - a decentralized community that I could write my "memoirs" as it were about mine and my husbands journey in chastity, and I can do it in an anonymous manner - which means I get to keep my job. I'm writing for myself mainly, because I do that, but hey - if others are entertained, amused, or amused and horrified and can't watch in the manner of not watching a road accident, then that's OK too.

But about me - so I'm (currently) a 45 year old mother with a boy (8) and a girl (6). I work for a very large sports clothing manufacturer and have recently (like in the last six months) moved to Australia to open up a new sportswear/lingerie clothing line. I'm in marketing, and have been in the clothing industry for (OMG) twenty five years, starting as a retail assistant to earn my degree, and working through now to an executive position in marketing. Which is why I will forever remain anonymous - my writing would never help my (or my husbands) future career prospects.

I grew up with super conservative parents in Boise, ID - and remained super conservative (almost) for ever. Until this February. I got asked to relocate to Australia to start a new business line - a huge career opportunity, and my husband told me to jump at it. But it also had risks, in that the funds would be lean to start. So hubby volunteered to stay behind until he could find a job himself in Australia. That was now four months ago. It seems expat Australians that worked in America aren't popular employees in Australia as he's still stuck back in Seattle.

But the remoteness lead us to having some seriously great "oh my god I won't see you for ages" sex in the lead-up to the departure. Then on Valentines Day things changed when I locked my husband in a #chastity cage. Initially, I jumped on Twitter to learn about it more, and the more I learned, the more it turned me on. My conservative self hung up it's conservative boots, and traded them for a set of heels and a French Maid's outfit. I just wanted to tease the crap out of my husband. And amazingly, he agreed. Once he was locked, it was like the flood gates had opened. I couldn't wait to see just what I could get him to do. And because I like writing about it, I'm slowly updating my journey (from Twitter) in blog form here.

Apparently I'm not conservative anymore, and my husband is equal parts glad and horrified that I'm not. The glad part always seems to come when I dress up for him. The horrified part occurs when I don't let him out. So here I am, that's me.