I've always had a thing for the kinkier side of life, though I rarely talk about it openly with other people, too taboo for polite conversation, especially considering my already amazing social awkwardness. Of course that's never stopped me from fantasizing about it, or acting out on what I could do on my own. I've had a few minor experiences in the scene, nothing ever lengthy or too extreme, but the only truth in the universe is that things change, and who am I to argue with the universe?
A little while back I bought myself a CB6000, a small, plastic cage for my penis that has a lock and a ring for my scrotum. Once assembled its proven to be pretty snug, no real slippage or anything, and I actually enjoy wearing it, even when there's some pain from erections. They're worth it, at least to me.
I experimented by myself at first, using a time lock safe to put the keys to the lock in. My first session was pretty timid, clocking in only at five hours. It was pretty intense despite the short duration, I had an erection almost the whole time, which is a pretty long time. I suspected I was cutting off my circulation, having perhaps sized it too small. That wasn't the case though, I was just really, really horny the entire time.
That first session left me craving more, a lot more. Never one to work my way up through an experience, my second session involved emlalock.com, a website designed for chastity minded individuals. Essentially giving people the ability to add or decrease time from the user's chastity. Due to the awesome people there, I ended up keeping it on for a little under three weeks.
How long do most guys go without a release? Probably not very long, I know personally I've always slapped one out at least once a week, if not a lot more often, many times multiple times in the same day. You can imagine then that I was a bit overwhelmed by that slightly extended lockup, which caused me to shy away a bit from my new cage for awhile after it. I had felt pain, lots of it, a bit of pleasure, and learned that I have more willpower than I ever thought possible. But I had felt pain, real, brutal unstoppable pain.
A funny thing I came to realize during my three week lock up was that once you get aroused in a chastity device, and you start thinking about both the arousal, the device and your inability to service your need, you just get more and more horny. Time becomes slower, almost infinite, each second a brutal and agonizing reminder that you are helpless and at the mercy of a piece of plastic.
After that extended lockup I gave the CB6000 a rest for a couple of weeks. Honestly, I was scared of it. It showed me a side of myself I didn't know existed. I wanted to fuck anything that moved after the first week, instead all I could do was look, not only at other people, but at myself too, struggling with an inanimate object, going through the stages of denial, sometimes over and over each day. By the start of the third week I was doing better, I wasn't having as many unsolicited erections, and I had come to accept that I was trapped.
Having faced my own petty fears I then realized, that time I spent waiting made my release such a more enjoyable experience that I really should give it another chance. So I did. This time I posted an ad on Craigslist, again ignoring the ideas of baby steps and diving right in. I received a plethora of replies, some I enjoyed, and ended up conversing with the person on the other end. Though it was obvious that a lot of the replies were garbage, just one liners from people who were so horny right then and there that they, like I weeks earlier, would fuck anything that moved.
I narrowed it down slowly, talking to several people. My superficial nature took over in the end, as though many of them were knowledgeable, some were quite old. I'm not bragging, but I think I look pretty damn good for 29, and I can't really picture myself with someone either 20+ years my senior, or so horribly out of shape that I'd just feel guilt and disgust the whole time I was around them.
My vanity aside, I did eventually settle on someone who I thought seemed appropriate to both my needs and desires. Being about as inexperienced as I was a few months ago, it seemed a good chance to grow and learn about the lifestyle with someone new.
After a few days of e-mail back and forth, we eventually met face to face. He now has the keys to my CB, and as a result, owns the contents, and by extension, the attached body. This blog is meant to reflect on my adventure in this brave, caged world. From everyday life, to new and exciting things I have never experienced.
I hope to guide others as I learn, maybe my example will make the transition from freedom to locked, easier on others. At the very least you can laugh at my pain, of which I promise, there will be plenty.
I've been locked up now since Jul 3rd, 2013. I surrendered my keys, so only my handler knows how long I'll be locked up now. I find it exciting, maybe I shouldn't, because excitement is painful, but I just can't help myself.
