I’ve been interested in chastity for quite some time—perhaps more specifically, keeping my penis caged—but I never actually bought a device. Over the years, I tried crafting a couple of devices myself without much success. Finally, just a few weeks ago, I decided to go for it and ordered CB-6000S and Holy Trainer clones from Amazon. The plastic units were soon swapped out for a metal one made in China.
Unlike some members here who might be seeking a method to control an urge or shift behavior, my motivation was simpler: I thought it would be enjoyable. I don’t have a keyholder, nor am I involved with anyone else. So I’m entirely self-locked, following rules that mostly revolve around comfort and discretion. Since I work in public-facing roles often, I haven’t worn the cage to the office. Aside from occasional breaks for my genitals early on, I’ve essentially kept it on until getting ready for bed and then re-applied it when I return home. It’s stayed on while shopping and dining out. With a heavy workload, my longest continuous wear period has been roughly 30 hours, which is quite short compared to how long others keep theirs on. However, since I’m off tomorrow, I’ll likely stay caged until early Wednesday morning, reaching about 44 hours total—still nothing special relative to most.
Oh right… What was I saying? My libido hasn’t been particularly high at all. Last week, though, I spent an hour with a vibrator inserted rectally while wearing the cage. It felt wonderful; I kept the device on, leaked slightly, didn’t cum, and simply savored the experience without any urge to reach orgasm. What’s striking is how increasingly obsessed with chastity I seem to be becoming. I spend excessive time here browsing forums and watching porn related to it. Much of my leisure involves pondering being caged or considering a new cage since this current one isn’t flawless, and during work hours, I find myself thinking about returning home to put the device back on. There’s no desire for sex with another person (or receiving it once after that first night in chastity), nor any urge to touch anything other than the metal tube itself. Sleep patterns have shifted; perhaps due to nocturnal erections waking me up, whereas before such interruptions would frustrate me greatly. Now I just lie there and appreciate my cock pressing against the steel walls. Just recently, while playing with my nipples—a new habit for me—I managed to maintain an erection.
What on earth is happening?
