We’ve shared our bio, but I wanted to take a moment to lay out a quick timeline of my life. These are the milestones that have shaped me, the moments we’ll be diving into more deeply as we go. This is the story of how I became the man I am today, and more importantly, how I became hers.
Awkward Beginning
I was raised in a very conservative environment and spent most of my young life working. Socializing wasn’t really on the agenda. This, paired with the fact that we moved every single year, left me incredibly socially awkward. I was shy, had very few friends, and deep down, I always craved attention. My outlet became my appearance. My wardrobe grew more flamboyant—higher-heeled shoes, stylish slacks, designer shirts. I kept my hair long, and later, I started adding color that reflected how I felt in the moment. As a child, I was very blonde, but it darkened as I got older. A brief rebellion led to a jet-black dye job, but I’ve since settled back into my blonde roots.
The First Awakening: Meeting Cass
When I met Cass in high school, I was still that shy, needy kid, but I hid it behind a tough persona. At 6’2” and 185 pounds, I created a wall that kept everyone at bay. I won’t expand on it here, but meeting her was a guiding force. She educated me on feelings I didn’t understand and showed me that I needed her to feel complete. I knew then, without a doubt, that I belonged to her.
The Lost Years: A Rebel Without a Cause
Life, as it does, caused us to drift apart geographically, and with her went my safe place. I turned into a true rebel—angry, bratty, and defiant. I learned what alcohol could do for those feelings; it can make you feel 6’2” and bulletproof. I was angry that I had lost her, and I knew I would never recover until she was with me again. That was a very long time. A story for another day.
In the meantime, my needs dictated I find a partnership, so I did. I found a girl who wanted a “Bad Boy.” Unfortunately for both of us, I was a bad boy, but not the kind she needed. I didn’t need to lead and control; I needed to be led and controlled. As you can imagine, it didn’t last.
Throughout it all, I never forgot or gave up on my deep-rooted need for Cass. I would dream of her—the smell, the feelings. I had fantasies of her that were my only source of sexual gratification.
The Reunion: The Birthday Present
Later in life, at a very low point, I started searching. And, low and behold, I found her. On her birthday. I have to say, I’m one hell of a birthday present… if she was looking for a possession that would need a lot of work! We got back together extremely fast, and our FLR relationship continued and accelerated.
The Last 15 Years: Molding and Marking
Fifteen years have passed. We’ve cycled through her proposing to me, us getting married, and getting our first chastity device after about two years. The first engraved paddle came later that year because I had earned it! Boy Bride: Love, Honor, and OBEY!
Over the last few years, we’ve navigated life, business, the ups and downs, Covid, and real jobs, all while working on the reality of our FLR, domestic discipline, and, to her surprise, the girl within me.
When I first introduced the chastity device, I was completely unprepared for her reaction. I was so excited, and she wasn’t. I decided that if I acted like a good servant boy—cleaning and polishing her shoes, cooking, doing laundry—she would love that version of me. Another story for later. Once I was locked in the device, I needed outlets for all that pent-up energy, and that’s how I became her oral boy. Life had left me not proud of my “maleness”; I was big in physical stature and attitude, but not where it counted. Being locked up was a safe place for me.
As things went on, Cass started molding me in every way: mentally, physically, and emotionally. Physically, this included converting a tattoo on my abdomen from what I called my “Blonde directions”—a black skull that said “RIDE”—to one that said “BRIDE” in pink with ribbons. Wow, what a B can do. That was followed by a large tramp stamp with a heart and her signature Black Rose. Then came the piercing of my belly button.
Looking Forward
We have learned so much about each other, our connection, and how we complete each other. In this blog, we will break down the years and the tears, the ups and the downs, the laughing and the crying, the deaths and the births. Through all of this, we’ve learned about ourselves and want to share our life experiences with like-minded people. We have a ton of experience to share. This will all come out in more detail on our upcoming separate page for deeper dives.
Until later,
DJ Lockhart
