What started as a dull romance got exciting when she found out about my interest in chastity. For nearly three years, off and on (I had been into it longer), she seemed to really enjoy the sexual attention I gave her. I’m not one for being sissy-ish; rather, I take a submissive role. We even experimented with bondage while naked around the house.
For my birthday in July, she gifted me this chrome steel CB6000-style cage. I absolutely love it. In August, she announced plans to return to Texas, back to her family roots. Being stuck here under those circumstances was too much for me. I’m still covering payments on “our” house and the car, so moving wasn’t an option. She left, leaving me solitary. A rivet mechanism holds my cage in place; it’s hollow with a lock inserted through it. She took the key(s) along with her, claiming I handed them over willingly enough. It feels permanent now, though honestly, I’ve stopped caring.
The hardest part is staring at this device daily. Breakups hurt, but this goes further. It’s like wandering around nude without anyone noticing. NO ONE knows I’m in chastity, and having no one to share the experience with is the real pain point. I feel odd carrying this secret between my legs!
I think I’m getting used to solitude again, but solitary chastity is another matter entirely. Eventually, I’ll likely have it cut off, though regretting that decision seems probable.
Men stay in chastity because they choose to; we want acknowledgment of our state. She ought to have taken both the cage and what resides inside.