Day 60

I can’t believe how hard I am inside this tiny cage. I can’t believe I’m ten days from smashing through last year’s record.

I can’t believe she’s talking about moving the goalposts or expectation. That tease and denial is to be my pleasure. That the intense edges are what I should expect as gifts. Orgasms aren’t being discussed except as a mental break from this daily insanity.

I’ve checked my journal entries. I have had a journal entry for nearly each day over the last two months. She’s been keeping me completely enthralled.

I’ve gotten lots of ruined orgasms. Now she’s counting the drops. “Just one drop.” “But you came. You spilled four or five drops”

She calls any spurt an orgasm. Even if I’m completely untouched during them.

I’m going insane in this Contender cage. I feel no pain but it is gripping me fiercely.

I’m a mess of precum.

I love her. I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to crash.

I should be glad to be locked most of the time and edged nearly every day. And I am. But

Damn. This is difficult.

Gosh, impressive!


Make the Chastity Cage Key Inaccessible

There are many ways to make the key inaccessible or difficult to retrieve while you’re locked up. A keyholder taking possession is one option but there are many others, whether playing solo or with a partner.

  1. Hide the key in a public place that is not accessible 24/7 : eg: under the corner of a carpet in a public library, or somewhere in a shopping mall. The more restrictive the opening hours and further from the normal places you visit the more awkward it will be to retrieve.
  2. Bury the key in the grounds of a rest stop some distance from home.
  3. Put the key in a box and bury it in the garden. The bigger and deeper the hole, the more difficult it will be to retrieve it.
  4. Go for a walk in the country some distance from the nearest road and hide the key container in a tree, bury near a fence post, the country option can make it really awkward to retrieve if it’s dark, wet, …
  5. Seal the key into a glass bottle by melting the neck together the bottle will have to be broken to access it, a small bottle also makes a good container to bury the key somewhere.
  6. Hide the key in a secure/awkward location where you work.
  7. Visit a friend/relative and hide the key in their house/garden [unknown to them].
  8. Any of the above can be done locally, or at a location you only visit once or twice a month, or some great distance from home.
  9. Put the key on a ring and ask a friend/relative to look after it. [you can add a couple of other keys to the ring and just say it’s your spare house or car keys – doesn’t have to be the actual house key]. This option is a long term one as it limits you to the number of times you can use the excuse of loosing your key / locking yourself out!

Some… interesting ideas there, but it misses a really obvious one (that’s much easier than ‘melting a glass bottle’, WHAT?!!! Not unless you have a glass kiln! Glass melts at about 1,000 degrees Celsius!)

Put the key in an empty can or glass jar or even glass bottle (no lid though) and fill it with water and freeze it!

You can’t instantly get to the key, which is the whole point of all of these, and the glass options stop you attempting to smash it at all.

Love the last one though, putting it on a bunch of keys. Perfect if you have a really hot neighbour lol ‘I like to leave a spare set of keys with a neighbour for emergencies, is that okay?’

If you’re really brave add a key fob with your name and then ‘’ on it


Sexual Frustration

The sexual frustration that comes from losing control of your cock is the result of being kept in a prolonged state of intense sexual arousal. This can come in the form of a single night’s cock stroking to the tease and denial games of a masturbatrix… or a series of sessions spanning days or even weeks of long term orgasm denial that may include regular cock stroking with no release, or no masturbation at all – forced male chastity.

The objective is to tease and manipulate the slave to the very edge of orgasm and ride it for as long as the masturbatrix decides… hovering in that intensely sensitive, euphoric state a man enters just before he cums, and enjoying it far longer than one would if the act of masturbation. 

Relief can only come with an orgasm, and denial of that will end in nothing but pain in the form of what’s commonly known as “blue balls”. 

Another possible ending other than blue balls is what’s called a “ruined orgasm”, where the man is allowed to cum but as the orgasm arrives – absolutely no touching – and thus robbing him of the full enjoyment of his climax, leaving him feeling finished, but unfulfilled… and since he didn’t really get what he wanted – also left feeling very submissive and used.

So, I’m not a dominatrix, I’m never going to be. I’m loving being switchy with hubby and how the cock cage makes me feel empowered and sexy, however taking control all the time just ain’t my thing. 

But there’s a word in here that I totally LOVE:


That’s SO hot, that’s totally what I’ve become! My hubby, who used to masturbate quite a lot before we discovered chastity play, now NEVER does, I am in control of it all (unless he’s doing it for me of course). And I’m adoring spending long evenings stroking him and then usually denying him or perhaps ruining him.

Damn, I’ve become a Masturbatrix! And I love it!


The vast majority of my releases in the past three months have from her singular focus on my magic spot. But I’ve felt her tongue on my frenum only twice since April, when she gave me my first two orgasms in chastity. Her sensuous lips and tongue hungrily devoured my tingling flesh which bulged through the bars of my cage. I would adore feeling her tongue on me while unconfined.

But I only get to feel her fingerprints sliding over my skin. She knows edging me is a treat for me. I’m a good boy, and am grateful for the mindless trance she gives me. I’ve surprised her by spilling over in chastity, pouring out while flaccid, and from the gentlest of rubbing. She pauses frequently to let me soar like a bird, circling on thermals. I hang on the edge and I let go completely.

She cherishes me. Today she told me how much she loves my succulent earlobes and tender nipples. I’m kept always wanting and dripping for her. She wants to keep me like this indefinitely.

Permanent orgasm control and masturbation denial is no longer in the future. It’s my present. I’ve not made a vow, but I’m no longer waiting. I live it daily. I don’t need a chastity device, I just need her expressions of joy to own such a sweet and gentle boy, who is easy to please and fun to play with. She teases me daily, and edges me when she’s feeling generous. Orgasms are never expected, and most are slow and gentle now.

I don’t call them ruined. Perhaps in the past I would have. I’m rarely 100% completely ruined. It’s not a binary thing. There’s a continuum.



I have been scrolling through my chastity themed Tumblr feed getting increasingly annoyed by the fantasy fueled hysterical posts. Two more weeks, loser. Don’t ever ask to be unlocked. Chastity by numbers. Chastity for the ridiculous.

Chastity in a loving relationship can of course use humiliation, but it doesn’t have to. Is someone really a loser if they let you lock up their penis and control their orgasms? I think my Wife might have a few words to say to you about that. And only for two weeks. Oh, I see, that is why you are a loser, is it? Because that is all you can take?

This picture shows the holistic approach to a relationship that can, if you want, accompany chastity. The approach that means you spend more time together being intimate without any expectation of sex, that magically brings your partner closer to you in a way that really shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone.

Maybe it is a paradox, that giving up your own orgasms helps your wife or girlfriend feel more loved, more damn sexy than ever before. But it does, and that is all that matters to me.

This is so true. Once you get beyond wanking to chastity porn (840 days and counting) and you have a partner that accepts control over your orgasms, I think a lot of those fantasies don’t ring true.

We don’t play with humiliation. Maybe I’m made to blush, but I’m not degraded. My wife teases me for being so decadent and easily indulged. That how she treats denial – as a treat. She makes me quiver and swoon easily.

I’m doing this for her. Because I adore her and am devoted to her. I’m not doing this because I think poorly of myself.

The enjoyment of intimacy without my orgasm is a daily connection that never seems to fade for us.

Two lovely commentaries from two of my favourite blogs. 

I guess I don’t get annoyed by most of the silly captions, I just ignore them. Anything that uses ‘slave’ for instance is just an instant turn off for me (but it’s SO annoying when I read a hot caption I want to send to hubby and then it finishes with something like ‘isn’t that right, slave?’ argggghhh!

But of course I very much support what these guys are saying, it’s so much about the intimacy! What’s key for us is we’re not interested in a female led relationship, so the chastity play is really focused on the joys of keeping him horny and me feeling sexually empowered.

Likewise we never do degradation or humiliation, but we do some pretty strong teasing. For whatever reason the whole penis size teasing thing, especially with comparisons to the big dildo we have (I christened it Adonis, lol) is really hot for us both – you’ll have probably picked that up from the blog 😛