Hello everyone, Last year around this time I purchased and assembled a 3D printer, using it for various projects over the following months. While browsing online for printing ideas, I stumbled upon a male chastity device. Fair enough, this wasn’t my first encounter with the concept.. growing up in a devout Christian household.. I was 29 when I married the only woman I’ve ever slept with, and we had some children. Over the years, through porn and life events, I developed an appreciation for bondage.. so after marrying, I began gently training my wife to serve as a sex toy. It started simply enough with blindfolds and Velcro cuffs.. eventually evolving into more complex setups. A few years ago she received an IUD, meaning we no longer needed condoms (I was also her sole partner). Everything worked well; while she accepted the bondage and four-play dynamics, I got the sense she was merely tolerating my “wild hormones,” which she balanced by noting I endured hers for a few days each month (even with the IUD in place).
Anyway.. back to the point. I found this design for a male chastity device and pondered it for weeks before deciding enough was enough; I had to try it, so I printed it out. I was upfront about it from the start, ensuring no secrets were kept.. she knew I was considering it, and after tweaking the size and print quality, I ended up with a decent model that allowed for short wearing periods. Initially, I secured it with a simple zip tie, which worked fine, then purchased a small luggage lock to fit into the holes, locking it securely while handing the key to my wife. She took the key, put it in her pocket, and said.. let’s go grab lunch.
The first time I was locked up, I also went out running errands, doing groceries, eating lunch, etc… This is where things became a bit .. unusual. That is to say, unexpected.. being confined, with her holding the key, shifted something within my mind. Usually, my thoughts revolved around how to get her into bed and what actions I would take next… now it was clear.. like none of that mattered as much anymore for those few hours locked up; I felt present with her, simply for the sake of being together.
It took several months of reflection before I took the next step in May this year: buying an inexpensive HT2 knockoff on Amazon. I knew little about devices at the time, only that it had the type of lock I desired. It arrived quickly.. and we began experimenting more regularly for a few hours here and there. My wife was initially concerned about me sleeping with it; eventually, I convinced her to leave the key on the nightstand just in case. The first night went okay enough.. actually falling asleep proved “harder” than expected.. We continued adjusting the duration, and I started developing some rugburn under my scrotum. After searching online, I discovered others used Vaseline or other non-water-based lubes.. this was a lifesaver. I could remain locked for several days; while confined (she always kept the key)… My mind stopped drifting to what I would do to her next.. which elaborate bondage scenario would I conceive? The removal of that constant worry, that persistent thought of when ..will she want to .. can I persuade her.. can I just grab the cuffs and drag her along like a caveman style.. all disappeared.. I didn’t think about it at all. She may or may not have noticed .. I’m uncertain because I wasn’t trying to pull down her panties every time she wore a skirt around me.. So as it turned out, the same effects I felt initially were present once I had a more properly fitted device; and since I could wear it longer, I enjoyed extended periods where my mind was in better control than it had been for years.. We decided that if we wanted to pursue long-term commitments with this, I should invest in a genuine model. My wife was scheduled to leave town with the kids to visit her family for two weeks over summer; I planned to drive there during the second week (I couldn’t afford too much time off work). They were flying out on Friday.. we had intercourse on Wednesday and she locked me up Tuesday morning before work. I worried about losing access to the keys.. so I devised a plan. I stopped at the hardware store.. bought a copper plumbing tube, cut it to match the key length, drilled a hole through one end, and made a slit down both sides for about 1/2 inch. The key slipped in perfectly; with a combination luggage lock, the key could be secured inside the tube where I couldn’t reach it. In an emergency, she could give me the combo number so I could retrieve the key. This way, I held possession of the key but couldn’t use it. My wife holds the combination and keeps this as her only secret from me.
We ordered a HT3 hoping it would arrive before she departed, but it didn’t.. it came the day after she left.. and without the key to swap them out.. so I just had to bring it along with me the following week. The week passed quickly.. and I drove 800 miles confined in the knockoff device.. stopping at various Wal-Marts to “pee like a girl” and eventually arrived. She let me out that night to clean up; the next day, we sat around discussing plans regarding which of her family members would be involved.. and I made a remark .. along the lines of.. “I’ll need a shot of Jack if I’m going to hang with him for long.” That single comment more or less sealed my fate; she just looked at me and said.. “we need to lock you back up”… This was mid-July. I’ve been confined almost continuously since then.. except for Saturday cleaning sessions and occasional times when she genuinely wanted intercourse inside her. Outside of those instances, she’s done well keeping me “sane.” She recently had her IUD removed because.. “you’re never going to cum inside me again”… which felt a bit harsh at the time.. but you know what.. it really isn’t that big of a deal; we simply returned to using condoms.. and it works fine. Now that she has full control over whether I ever ejaculate, let alone inside her, she prefers not having extra hormones in my system, and I don’t blame her.. neither would I want them circulating… She doesn’t use it against me or anything mean-spirited but teases occasionally.. At the end of the day, she keeps me sane, and I keep her sane.
October 1st was her birthday.. she locked me up Sunday morning on the 30th. Since then, she’s had three orgasms while I’ve experienced none… I discovered this site only a day ago.. feeling that a place to share ideas and experiences would be beneficial for me, so here I am..
I made the error of mentioning Locktober to her; to which she actually replied “Awesome”… so she might just keep me confined for the entire month. As noted before, I’ve been “locked up” since early July. With a weekly or bi-weekly release for cleaning and playtime. The longest continuous period without any kind of release was 14 days (when her IUD was removed; it was quite difficult on her as the hormonal shift is wild—do a search for “The Mirena Crash” if you want the gritty details.. In any case, if she does keep me confined for the whole month, it will be a personal best, and I believe I’ll emerge as a better man because of it. To clarify.. I am grateful to have a loving wife willing to help me become a superior version of myself. Helping control my mind and desires that consumed so much time thinking about is a significant step in the right direction for me.
I grew up surrounded by power tools all my life and can construct anything from robots to houses. I mention this because there is no way anyone could ever keep me confined if I didn’t want it; I am fully capable of simply picking the lock myself. She has told me several times that I’m a different person when locked up.. and she truly likes that version of me. I aspire to reach a state where I
that person all the time with or without the device. And so.. starts my journey