Chatting over lunch, Monica said, “I have 20 acres at the Matriarchy.” “The Matriarchy?” I asked. “Never heard of that place.” “Yes, it’s a gated subdivision about 10 miles out of town,” she answered, “all estates.” “Wow, that sounds pretty neat. Secluded?” I queried. “Yes it is secluded…at the end of the road…in the hills,” she smiled. “Very quiet…and good gardening…we raise most of our own food. We also have a common pasture so we can raise livestock to butcher.” “I’m impressed,” I sai

Chapter 4: Our new life together

In the house, we went straight to our bedroom. I noticed a chain on the floor by the corner of the bed by my side. Monica saw me looking at it.

"Your bed chain," she said off-handedly.

"Bed chain?" I asked

"Yes, you lock yourself to the bed at night, I unlock it in the morning. The Matriarchy requires it for all males...no wandering around at night, if you know what I mean. Some of the ladies were careless with their keys and there was a problem with a male. Now the key is required to be kept in a time safe each night. It opens at 7:00."

I put on one of the nighties and laid down.

"Lock your chain," she ordered in a stern voice. I obeyed.

She unlocked and removed my chastity. We made wonderful love. Lying there in the afterglow, she whispered, "Lock back time," and handed me the tube. I slid it over my penis and she handed me the lock.

"Lock it," she commanded. I did as instructed, hearing the satisfying click of the lock securing the tube. "Always make sure it's locked properly," she reminded me as she reached over and tugged at it.

Then she got out of bed and went to the bathroom..."I have to pee," she said quietly.

"Me too," I said, then I thought, 'Oh, you can't unlock me now that I'm locked.'

She came back to bed, "What were you saying?"

"I said I needed to pee too and then I realized I can't get out of bed once I've locked my bed chain."

"Good boy, you remembered."

"But my pee...I mean how can I, I'm in bed," I was worried, "I don't want to wet the bed."

"No problem Honey," she said as she went to the closet and brought out a large cloth diaper. "This will solve the problem. You probably won't need it but if you do...well you know what...just pee."

She pinned it on me and then slipped a large pair of pink rubber panties over it. I noticed the pink matched the pink of my gown. Was this planned?

I wondered, my mind racing with questions about the unexpected turn of events. It didn't matter, though, because I loved Monica dearly and wanted to please her. As I lay in bed, feeling the weight of the diaper against my body, I contemplated the changes taking place in my life. The once familiar world outside these walls seemed distant and almost surreal compared to the new reality I was immersed in.

In the morning, when Monica checked my diaper it was just barely wet. "We'll leave it on a while longer," she said. "No need to change an almost dry diaper."

"You mean you want me to pee the diaper...stay in it longer?

She smiled without saying a word, gave my chastity device a squeeze, gave me breakfast in bed, and then unlocked the bed chain.

As we ate sitting on the bed together, she reached over and slid her hand over the smooth rubber panty. "Are we happy today?" she asked.

"Very," I answered.

"No problems with knowing the chastity is mine to control...forever?"

"Of course not, especially with how things were last night."

"And remember you can't ever have control of it as long as we're living here. And, what about the diaper? Is it comfortable?"

"Yes, I almost forgot I had it on. But, do I really have to use it before I can take it off?"

"Yes you do. I'm glad its comfortable, because I'd like you to wear it all day today...OK? For me?"

"Well, you have all the keys, I guess I have to."

"But will you do it voluntarily because I'm asking you to?"

"Yes, Monica, I will."

"Good because, like you said, I do have the keys...to your chastity and to your ankle chains, but I don't want to force you. I want you to submit voluntarily."

"Alright, sweetheart," I replied softly, "I'll wear the diaper all day."

Her face lit up with delight, "I knew you would." She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.

"You're a good man, John. I appreciate your willingness to adapt to our lifestyle. It means a lot to me." She pulled back slightly and looked deep into my eyes. "Do you understand how important submission is to me?" Her question was a gentle reminder of our vows. "It makes me feel cherished and secure, knowing that you're under my control, not just physically but emotionally as well."

I nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "I'm learning, Monica."

That afternoon I felt I needed to go poop. I entered the bathroom and undid the diaper and went. Monica discovered me as I was wiping.

"You told me you would wear the diapers and look what your doing. You broke your promise!" she was angry. "Pin yourself back and come with me."