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Well, that was my assumption. Quick update: I’m currently unlocked and saving up to buy a belt from Locked in Steel. My old device isn’t usable right now due to migration issues. A CB-X000 is an option, but security is my top priority. Nearly two months ago, I asked T_, my best friend (who helped me test the previous unit and accompanied me for the PA of the last one), if she’d be willing to serve as a backup key holder in case anything happened to S_ or her copy. We have our share of hazards here like hurricanes, fires, tornados, and floods. She agreed without hesitation, and let her fiancé know she was stepping up for me at least until the week following our phone discussion about it. It felt a bit odd. The dynamic is quite twisted: two women who aren’t exactly my romantic interests (not that there isn’t attraction; getting involved would alter some of my closest friendships), both taken—one married, one engaged. But then came the bachelor/bachelorette party day. I was strolling through the fair with T_ and her betrothed when she started introducing me as “her slave,” or at least referring to me that way even to strangers. Later in the evening, while chatting with a friend at the gathering, all she said regarding my introduction was, “This is my slave; he’s quite good…” before listing off some of my craft skills I’ve picked up. She didn’t really bother introducing us formally. I emailed her once back home to say that if she kept calling me her slave, I’d need to fix the collar I showed her years ago (it was still serviceable but too loose since I lost weight). She ignored it until after the wedding. After the reception, I dropped by their tent while looking for someone else and found them there. She asked if I minded being “her slave” (or words to that effect). I said no, I just felt a collar was in order. Her response? Make one. And this whole exchange happened right under her husband’s nose. Since they wanted to wander around, naturally I joined them—what else is there for a good slave to do? She introduced me as her slave again and told people I was crafting the collar. It might sound far-fetched. If someone told me that story, I’d be skeptical too. But I’m not boasting here; some things just need airing out, and this forum is where I can do it. Oh, wait—it gets even weirder. There’s a lovely girl who knows about the chastity kink and finds it intriguing. She seems interested in me, and T_ (who is good friends with her) is giving me tips on how to woo her. I wish I were making this all up; I’m not that inventive. I’ll be glad when I’m locked up again, though something tells me things will get even more twisted then. Hoss