You’ll find a lot of posts, information, narratives describing various periods of lock up. From what we’ve seen, this will range anywhere from hours to (gasp) years/permanence. While you may have an opinion on the various lengths of time a man may wish to be (let’s be honest here, this doesn’t happen without his consent), it doesn’t make any of the periods correct or incorrect.
Your end goal, what you’re trying to achieve from the period of chastity, should be what determines your lockup period. For us, in the early days, this is how it went.
When we received our first device we did what we also do when trying something new. We dove in. We had read about test fitting, short durations of minutes to hours, playing with it to see how it worked, etc. But we elected to try a three day period. We felt, without talking it through to death (though I am one who likes to do that), that this would be a fair test. Long enough to see how day to day wear would feel, how it may or may not impact daily life, how I tolerated it, without it being so long that I was potentially in over my head. Three days seemed fair and reasonable.
I was used to anywhere between 7-10 orgasms/week (mostly by my own hand). A three day lockup was nothing to sneeze at – this would certainly cut in to the freedom I was used to having. But on it went, locked and in place, and we went about life. Day 1 was easy. I knew it was there of course, I had to get used to urinating sitting down (piddling, she called it), and I couldn’t touch myself. I wanted to touch myself, or be touched, but that was mostly because I couldn’t, not out of some long denial.
Day 2 was interesting. I had certainly gone 2 days without orgasm before, many times. But this was enforced. I was thinking about it….all the time. I wanted sex, or intimacy, all the time. I wanted acknowledgement of what I was doing. Even if it didn’t come off, I wanted to play. Everything was heightened. It was fun.
Day 3 came and we found we were both more than ready to play. Miss E was wetter than usual. Threats were made about keeping the cage on. That spurred both of us on. But in the end, the cage came off, we both had orgasms of some description, and that was that. We then started another 3 day cycle.
The 3 day cycle persisted for a month or so. It was fun, it was relatively easy, and it had the effect of making us both much more interested in each other. But this effect was most profound in respect to me. I was all over her. Wanting to touch her, wanting to be next to her, wanting to kiss her, wanting to hold her hand or cuddle in bed. Normally, we would have our weekly relations and mostly go about our own things for the next week. Not distant from each other, but not romantic, or intimate. Now I craved closeness with her.
This was the revelation that came out of the fun and games of the 3 day cycle. It wasn’t long enough to be difficult. I didn’t suffer. But it was enough to start to change my behavior in unexpected ways. I was more loving, attentive. I wanted to please her. Not just on day 3, but every day. The change for her (and she will post about it I’m sure) was in desire and satisfaction. She was having orgasms multiple times weekly, instead of once or twice a month, and she wanted them, asked for them. We weren’t tracking numbers at this stage, but it was a significant increase.
It was safe to say at this point that we were greatly interested in this…not just in the activity itself, but the effect it was having on our relationship. We didn’t have goals in mind, but it wasn’t simply a game to play anymore. This was a time to re-evaluate. It was also, unfortunately, time for a break.