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I had an explosive start to chastity. A close lady friend and myself, both with our own problems, came together by chance alone. We both live hectic lives and communicated mainly through text. She would talk about her problems and I would do the same. All it took was a question from her about how she could alleviate my stress. I replied as any lecherous man would: provocative images. She agreed. Within twenty-four hours, it snowballed into something far more passionate than I could have ever imagined. We started talking about fetishes. Kinks. What made both of our motors purr like kittens. It just so happened that we had many of the same desires. Our walking together soon became a sprint, and then a waltz. We both toyed with the idea of keeping me in chastity. I was the first person to bring it up, really. With all the stress of my life, I was masturbating to the point that even she could not keep up with me. I knew about cages, about male chastity, and started to wonder whether it would help. Of course, the undergirding reason behind my proposal was not some rehabilitation program for my daily masturbation. It was giving up to her what I had controlled for decades. It all started with a few days. My first lockup only lasted two days before she let me out to play and, ultimately, orgasm. The result was explosive and mind-blowing for the both of us. Then she upped the ante, keeping me locked up for a whole week. After letting me out, the intimacy was mind-blowing. Things progressed. We found a device comfortable for me to wear and I jumped at the chance to wear my Holy Trainer v2 for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. After a month of testing the waters, I now find myself at her mercy. I have no idea when she’ll let me cum and I love it this way. The buzzing at the back of my head told me that I’m an idiot for giving up this sexual right. My heart, prefrontal cortex, genitals, and just about everywhere else told me that this was amazing. Chastity is a most interesting lifestyle in the paradoxes that go with it. I both want to achieve orgasm and subsequently be denied everything. This fetish requires the right mind to fully appreciate the wonders of chastity. Even as I am locked away, even when she taunts me and tells me I won’t be coming out tonight, I derive a special kind of pleasure. Even when she unlocks me, assures that I will get to reach plateau, and then locks me away as I shake and beg, I have trouble faking pleasure. There is something about this life that transcends the purely physical.