Discovering Male Chastity was like opening Pandora’s box – a new life and world opened up…
Reasons Why…
Back in 2015, many years ago, I was bored. Bored and suffering from a lack of libido. I was struggling with a pretty bad bout of anxiety from a shitty job, and heavily medicated to cope. The medication did it’s job in one sense, but the side-effects were that I became effectively an emotionless machine. I’d been struggling with maintaining any form of intimate experiences with my wife, already compounded by her having had a hysterectomy just prior to our marriage.
So yeah, things weren’t brilliant.
An Intriguing Discovery
I was perusing the internet late at night, wistfully exploring anything and everything, and ended up wistfully looking through the kink section of the Lovehoney website. You see, my wife is (was) extremely vanilla. All those pleasurable things I really wanted to try were to remain out of my reach. But all was not lost, as you shall read over the next few ‘episodes’ in this series of exploring my early forays into male chastity.
Looking through, I saw these ‘male chastity’ devices. Bit odd really, but it caught my eye. I liked the idea of sensory deprivation in various forms and this seemed like one of those. My interest was piqued, but the cost even then (how little did I know how much I’d end up spending on this lifestyle so far) was prohibitive. Some further research revealed that cheap copies of this CB6000s could be found on Ebay for as little as £20. Surely that was worth some expenditure for an experiment?
I ordered 2.
New “Toy”, New Problem!
They arrived a few days later, and I unpacked one. My goodness there were a lot of parts. I’d seen how they were assembled, I did some test runs of putting it together before committing it onto my cock. By doing this I could confidently approach actually putting the damn thing on.
But I failed. Even getting the ring on caused a hard-on so solid I thought I was going to explode. After much finagling, cold water, and not looking at porn, I got the thing on. It looked bloody weird. However, what it did next to be blew my mind. I tried to get an erection, I put the porn back on, and strained against this plastic monstrosity now attached to my most intimate parts.
I could barely manage to. I couldn’t touch myself to actually masturbate. That was the part that blew my mind into a million pieces, a devastating blow which I would never fully recover from. Eventually after what must have been a couple of hours, I had to rip the thing off and rub myself to orgasm.
Hooked. Totally.
Kind of ironic, really – recalling that the very first experiments into male chastity for myself were to actually solve the problem that I could not achieve an orgasm because of the medication I was on. Little would I know that seven years later, and hundreds of pounds poorer, I would be looking at a completely different life – one where my wife determines the quantity and type of orgasms that I can have, requires me to be locked as much as possible, teasing me relentlessly at times to heighten the frustration that I initially discovered through a much more ‘innocent’ experimentation.
In the next part of this series, I’ll go from this initial trial, to discovering how shit the CB6000s really was, and how I was going to improve on things.
