We received our first device before Christmas. It wasn’t the pretty pink silicone thing that Miss E had wanted – unfortunately, shipping times on that were slow. Amazingly slow. Instead, it was the backup device. A stainless steel, overseas produced, cheap knockoff with a barrel lock and birdcage style design. It was short, a little over an inch for my soft cock, with a 50mm ring (we had measured as instructed, came up with numbers that were nowhere near anything suggested, and went with the largest ring available to be safe). I’m not well endowed, but Miss E does say I have large testicles, and thanks to her former professional life, she has seen a lot so I suppose I have to trust her when she makes those comments.
Getting it on for the first time was difficult, for many reasons. First, I was excited and well…..getting a small cage on while excited is not advisable. Second, having never done this before, it was awkward. I had Miss E there to help and it took both of us to get it on. Getting everything through the ring was easy enough, pull some skin through, chase one testicle and then the other, a bit of lotion to help put my cock through last and that was fine. Getting the front cage on, however, required both of my hands and both of hers, at least for the first few attempts. There was a lot of pinching of skin as we tried to line everything up. Eventually, however, she was able to slip the lock in place and with a little click it was on. I was locked.
It’s funny what goes through your mind at this point, or at least my mind. No regrets, no feeling of trapped, but it was certainly different. I knew the cage was there, heavy as it was. Foreign. My excitement didn’t wane for quite a while. She, however, put the key away and went about her business. It was anti-climactic, for the most part. I don’t know what I expected, it’s hard to prepare for it. I don’t know if I expected immediate action, or heaps of praise, or ooohs and aaahhs, but what I got was putting my pants on and carrying on with our Saturday as normal.
Grocery shopping, a light lunch, some laundry, a couple of work related phone calls. All the while my cock is in a cage. We napped (we love napping…….) and aside from some casual groping on her part, there wasn’t much acknowledgement of my predicament. I wanted acknowledgement. It had only been a few hours, but I needed validation. I kept those feelings to myself, however.
When time came for more amorous activities, the cage stayed on. We made out, a lot of touching, I edged her with my fingers for a while and brought her to orgasm and……that was that. This was my first taste of what chastity is about, or would be about for us.
There are many blogs, posts on reddit or quora or various forums from all kinds of people across the chastity spectrum (not to mention the fantasists who have no actual experience) who will claim to understand what chastity is supposed to mean, or be, or represent. We can’t and won’t claim to have any such deep knowledge beyond what it has meant for us, and what it’s evolving into (a future post…posts, more likely).
For us, this was the first glimpse of our activities being focused on her pleasure, and my pleasure being derived entirely from that. It was fun. It was mildly frustrating (but this was only day 1 so…let’s not go overboard). It was eye opening.