It's transformed our already kinky relationship.
Here's an example.
I just completed nearly five and a half months of 24/7 chastity in my Custom Chastity "Saint".
At the end of January, Xena allowed me an orgasm. Then I locked up and handed her the keys. She didn't give them back until the middle of July when we were about to go on a short beach holiday with some friends.
"Do I get an orgasm?"
"Perhaps after the holiday..."
So, just before we set off, I unlocked my device and stashed it in my luggage. When I inspected my suddenly-naked genitals, there were no chafe marks, no running sores, no blisters or infections.
And that was it.
If you are new to chastity, or have a good high-end device, that might sound like a nonstory.
However, if you are a male chastity veteran like me, or are struggling along with some clunky knockoff device you picked up off Amazon or Ebay, then you'll get that the nonstory is the story.
Here's what didn't happen:
- I didn't develop chafing or an infection and have to beg the key back.
- I didn't need to unlock to socialise or do sport.
- I didn't soldier on stoically suffering chafing and infections and quietly missing out on socialising occasions and sport.
- During intimate time and discipline, I didn't need to ask to pause to adjusted a heavy cage, or un-turtle myself.
This is a million miles from the experience of metal cages and standard sized tubes!
Obviously, the Saint is much more physically pleasant to wear. It's either a sensual presence or no presence at all. However, it's the psychological and relationship effects that are truly stunning.
Psychologically, I know there will be no practical reason to remove the device. If Xena wasn't paranoid about visibility through swimwear, I could potentially stay locked for years on end. As it is, she once left me sealed in for 11 months. The result is a delicious blend of security - locked means locked - and fear - she could do this to me forever.
Relationship-wise, it means Xena can control my chastity on whim. There's no emotional labour of second guessing me, no need to get into a more responsible head space to forward plan. She can lock me up, or seal me in, and it's a done deal until she changes her mind. It's true that we were already a kinky couple, but this has deepened her dominance. She is no longer wife and domme, with two different roles, she truly is my dominant wife.
So we got back from vacation. She soaked in the bath, I unpacked and ran the washing machine. I also took the opportunity to refresh the dye on my device (picture behind the cut).
That night I returned the key to Xena.
"I didn't get my orgasm."
"No you didn't. Now rub my feet, slave."
And I did.
So, today I'm locked up and working on the sequel to Trapped in Chastity by a Pretty Goth and I don't know when my next orgasm will be...
(You can see my caged package behind the cut.)
