While I've had a long interest in chastity, or perhaps more accurately caging my penis, but I never purchased a device. Over the years I even tried making a couple of devices without much success. Finally a few weeks back I took the plunge and ordered a CB-6000S and Holy Trainer clones from Amazon. The plastic devices were quickly replaced with a Chinese metal device. Unlike some here who may have been looking for a way to tame an urge or change a behavior, I had no real reason beyond I thought it might be fun. I don't have a keyholder, nor am I even in a relationship. So I'm completely self-locked with my own set of rules which generally center around comfort and discretion. Because I generally work with the public and in very public places, I haven't worn a cage to work. Beyond a few times, especially early on, when my genitals just needed a break I've pretty much worn a device up until I get ready for work and put it back on when I arrive home. I've worn it while shopping and out to dinner. I work quite a bit so the longest continuous stretch of wear has been about 30 hours, which I know is absolutely nothing compared how long others have worn their devices. As it turns out, I'll be off tomorrow and will have the opportunity to be caged until early Wednesday or about 44 hours. Again nothing compared to most. Oh, what was saying... I haven't been in the least bit horny. Last week I did spend an hour caged with a vibrator up my ass and while it felt really good, I left the cage on, leaked a little, never came, and just enjoyed the experience with no desire to orgasm. What I am is seemingly more and more obsessed with chastity. I spend way too much time here and watching chastity porn. A lot of my free time is spent thinking about being caged, what my next cage might be because this one isn't perfect, and when at work thinking about getting home and putting the cage back on. I have no urge to fuck or be fucked (the latter happened once, after my first night in chastity), no urge to touch anything but a steel tube. I'm sleeping less, probably because I'm being woken by a nighttime erection and in that past being woken up in the middle of the night would have really pissed me off. Now I just lay there an enjoy the feeling of my dick trying to expand in its steel tube. The other morning I was playing with my nipples, something I've never done, just to keep myself erect. What the heck is going on?
Your adjusting nicely to your newly found lifestyle of being locked. Over time you’ll keep yourself locked more often and you’ll start sleeping better. The pleasures and excitement you feel will dwindle some but never go away, even after a few years of Chastity. You are on the Worlds Greatest Adventure. Is t it Fantastic. Enjoy.
Thanks for the kind words and I'm hoping that someone comes along with some thoughts about what's going through my head. I've been locked for about 9 hours now, with the hope of making it until Wednesday morning. Tomorrow I have to take my car in for service at a place that's about 2 miles from home. It should be a cool but nice morning for a walk and frankly I could use the exercise. I've been thinking about doing it with a cage because I've never walked that far with one. With the exception of a small business area between 0.2 and 0.4 miles of the walk, there isn't any place to stop and "adjust" if necessary. I'm thinking I should throw caution to the wind (and make sure the Uber app is installed on my phone).
The more comfortable you get with wearing your cage a All The Time. The less you think about it, it becomes a part of your everyday clothing like your pants or like a wedding ring. When people first put on a wedding ring they play with it a lot after awhile you totally forget it’s their. I think part of your issue is your thinking about your caged cock which is causing it to get slightly stimulated, if your cage fits properly you should hardly feel that it’s their and No one can tell by looking at you if your wearing it. Relax take it easy and just go for a walk and enjoy everything around you without thinking about what’s between your legs.
You are not alone. A lot of what you have explained in your original post rang true with me. I find it difficult sometimes to concentrate. I’m on here a lot just reading other peoples thoughts. I’m on Tumblr several times a day. Currently I don’t have a cage that is good enough to go more than a couple of days without coming off for one reason or another and since I’m a self locker there is no pressure to put it back on. It seems to be becoming a part of my life these days with no easing up in sight.
Most of us don't know what's going on in our own heads, so we can't offer much sensible advice on yours. You're experimenting with something you find intriguing. At some level, it is a sexual stimulation, even if, perversely, that stimulation is in negative. It's still turning you on in some mental sense. Keep investigating. Have fun.
Awoke again in the wee hours of the morning to find my dick straining against it's steel prison, pulling the ring and my already tight balls away from my body. It's not painful, simply uncomfortable but unusually pleasant at the same time. Reaching down to touch myself I'm met only with the cool, unyielding steel and strange feeling of knowing my cock is there but not being able to touch it, any of it, an animate yet inanimate thing between my legs. Strangely my ball sac is mostly devoid of sensation as I run my fingers across it but as my fingertips continue across to my thighs I am greeted with tingles of pleasure. My fingers continue their pleasurable sweep across my groin and lower abdomen, back down and then up heading towards my nipples with the knowledge that attention there will keep me rock hard. A few gentle caresses, flicks, tugs, and eventual pinches push the cage even further from my body and makes me long for the fiery bite of clothespins. I reach down again to the steel tube wanting to feel something, anything. As I jerk the tube back and forth, I'm rewarded just a little but oh so much in my current state. As I begin to buck my hips hoping to feel even more, it was as if I stepped outside myself, looking down at the futile struggle to achieve the unachievable. How amusing that was to watch....