Nearly twelve months back, I required some motivation to shed pounds. Browsing online, I stumbled upon a blog post about a man using chastity as his incentive. I picked up a 6000 model on eBay. Initially, it was quite uncomfortable, but I persisted and increased the duration of wear. Eventually, I found ring and spacer sizes that worked well for me. From there, I switched to a stainless steel device from eBay; while the quality was excellent, the hinged ring presented some challenges. Through all this trial and error, I dropped about 30 pounds and intensified my gym routine. The primary driver was knowing release depended on weight loss and physical improvement. My wife is enjoying it too—not only am I more attentive due to constant horniness, but she has a fit husband ready at her command. At first, she wasn’t sure how to manage the device or me, but as sizes decreased, we figured out ways for me to escape occasionally. She always knew when my attention waned and eagerness dropped. Then came Friday: my SteelHeart arrived. She had me lock into it immediately. Since I have a PA, we ordered that option. This feels serious now, not experimental. Without the key, there is no way out, which is already quite frustrating because I can’t see or touch myself. With her having total control, she sent me to sleep in the sleepsack last night due to my attitude on Tuesday. It was either an extra month or one night in the sack; before, I’d have picked the month knowing escape was possible, but now that option feels insignificant. She frequently mentions liking this arrangement and intends for the device to stay even after reaching goal weight. We’ll do monthly weigh-ins: hit the target weight, get temporary release; miss it, wait another month.
As for the SteelHeart, it’s a work of art with no discomfort—likely easier sizing thanks to previous devices. My wife thinks it looks incredibly sexy.