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I’m not certain how well I’ll maintain this thread, but it’s an exciting new adventure for me, and I want to record my thoughts somewhere:)
To be honest, there isn’t much about me worth noting. Back in school, I was that quiet, odd kid who stayed to themselves. That hasn’t changed after 15 years; adult life has left me largely the same. I get along fine at work, but when a party is on, I usually end up as the designated driver or hanging out by my car rather than mingling. The result? I spend most of my time alone at home (which isn’t unpleasant!) and have plenty of free time.
I don’t have much dominant instinct in me; while I haven’t had the chance to be under someone else’s control, I know I can be quite submissive when the mood strikes.
I’ve dabbled with chastity over the years. The idea of my penis being immobilized or rendered useless by a device held by another person is just… wow. It feels like such a unique and special part of me, yet it rarely receives affection beyond occasional hand jobs. Sure, orgasms feel good, but often I wonder if I’m just wasting time wondering what the point really is. Why not lock it up and superglue the key into the lock? But can I actually do that?
Back in 2011, I bought myself a metal version of the CB3000 (image). I wore it for about a month before giving up. Simply put, it was terrible.
It came with two rings: one was too small and turned my penis various shades of purple, while the other was slightly oversized. The larger ring pinched the skin painfully where they joined; adding adhesive pads to widen it helped a little, but made locking the cage onto the ring harder because the prongs were further apart. When the cage was finally locked with the key, it was still too easy to wait a few minutes, tilt upwards, and slip out while flaccid. There was enough gap for a small truck.
Sleeping became a nightmare. I recall waking up two nights in agony, waiting half an hour wondering when my entire setup would burst open before finally grabbing the key. Researching this later, I suspect it happened because the cage was too big relative to my flaccid penis, giving it too much room.
Worst of all (though it was possible), I could still have an orgasm while wearing it! Most devices aren’t proof against that, but I wasn’t even trying. I believe this is due to the open ventilation design; there are plenty of holes providing ample stimulation to specific spots on the shaft.
And so, that experience ended. Until now.
At the start of this year, I made three New Year’s Resolutions. Usually, these feel like a waste since they rarely last, but this time… it felt different. My willpower is decent enough; why not try for the first time in my life? So far, one has held true while two have failed.
But what about that other broken resolution? Stop masturbating. I’m not a compulsive masturbator—maybe 2-3 times daily—but it bothers me slightly. So on December 31st, I cleared everything out for the last time. (Okay, maybe four times in two hours…)
Given that eight months have passed and I am posting here now, you can guess how it ended. It started with trying unusual methods—stroking the glans instead of the shaft, humping the bed—to get pleasure without ejaculating. It didn’t go well; after one success, I did it again and again until I just said “screw it” and reverted to the old-fashioned shaft-pump method within a couple of days.
The resolution lasted about a month (which wasn’t bad), but not nearly long enough. I started lurking here and on other forums, wondering… Then on July 1st, I impulsively decided to try again. Halfway through the year seems like a good time, right? Can I last another month for sure? Nope. The second attempt only lasted three days.
That’s when I finally took the plunge. On the 9th, after lots of lurking, researching, and unrestrained fapping, I ordered a CB-6000s online. It arrived on the 18th, nearly two weeks ago today. As I type this, it is attached to my penis, keeping it sheathed so that any attempt to touch myself yields no pleasure at all. And it feels wonderful. It seems to caress my cock, providing slight stimulation while resisting every effort I make to help it along.