Just rambling along as I write before you: “I am a Chastityholic”.
Why do I love being aroused around the clock in my cage? Why does straining hard against the bars feel so good? Why do I enjoy feeling my balls swell, ready to burst while locked up? Why is that burning and aching sensation something I crave until it feels like jumping out of my skin?
Why do I love getting erect and knowing I might climax several times throughout the day without release? Does everything seem more sexual when I’m caged? Do I cherish thinking about my wife while locked up? Is hugging her better because of the cage? Serving her feels deeper; pleasuring her is sweeter. Anything we do together feels special in this state.
Why does being outside make me feel naked and adrift? Why isn’t my arousal as intense out there? I want to stay longer, day after day. I crave constant denial. Even when rarely unlocked, the edging drives me mad before another deny comes along. Wouldn’t I rather be hard in the cage than free outside it?
Sometimes I wish never to orgasm again at all. If allowed one, wouldn’t ruin make it better? I love my wife more dearly now that she holds the key. Our relationship is wonderful with me confined. Why should we overanalyze why? I’m simply a Chastityholic.