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2025 by the numbers

At the start of 2025, I posted that Belle’s goal for me was to be unlocked less than 25 hours for the year. My stretch goal was 12 hours. Turned out, I was out for less than 8. Seven hours and 49 minutes.

Since I started tracking, my previous fewest hours locked was in 2023 when I was out for only 19 hours. I think at that time I thought less than one day was pretty good and about the least one could reasonably expect, but here we are.

Since the start of 2016 when detailed tracking began, I’ve been locked 94.1% of the time. In 2023, that percentage was 99.8%. Last year was 98.6%. This year was 99.9%. But look that that chart. Over 2,000 hours unlocked in 2019. Who even was that person? And how did I have 1,984 in 2016, 1,566 in 2018, and 2,099 in 2019 but only 181 in 2017?

Belle and I are on a family vacation in the Caribbean right now and yesterday we were floating in the ocean sipping rum drinks. We did some reflecting on the year and talked about what she wanted from 2026. If I could do 8 hours, she wondered why I couldn’t do 6. I mean, I could. Of course I could. I could do zero, if I was really committed to it. If I chose not to unlock for certain life events. If I accepted that other people (TSA agents, stadium security, doctors, traveling companions, etc.) were going to be made aware of my locked condition. It’s happened before. The world didn’t end. The only thing keeping me from zero unlock is me and wanting to avoid certain conversations.

Twenty twenty six will not be the year for zero. Maybe it’ll never come (like me). Or maybe it’s inevitable. It’s definitely where the data is pointing. Functionally, the difference between 99.9% and 100% is nothing, so it would be a symbolic achievement at best. But…100% is just better than 99.9%.

The other thing she told me when bobbing around in the water was that she wanted to go back to using the strap-on more this year. It’s been a while since she wanted that and I love fucking her that way. Knowing she’s getting to feel the size she prefers with no concerns about stamina while the useless contents are locked and squished underneath. It’s the next best thing to being made an actual cuck. But that’s a topic for a different post.

Here’s where the year ended from a device perspective:

I was in one or the other of the Evotion Orions for three-quarters of the year. The venerable Steelheart took their place for 77 days and the BA-31P for a couple weeks. The notion that any time unlocked over five minutes to allow for hygiene and changing devices is forbidden and would be punishable didn’t exist until around the beginning of June, so the two ways I tracked that combined get to the 7:49 total.

You may be wondering what the punishment will be. Me too. She’s not really a punishment kind of Domme, but I’m sure she’ll come up with something. Hopefully, it’s really painful but, knowing her, she’ll make me eat a banana again.

More start of year numbers:

I’m five days away from not having seen the unlocked contents for a year. That’s amazing. Too bad I can’t remove the memory of what it looked like from my mind. I’d do it if I could. June 7 will mark two years locked, barring unforeseen issues. June 5 will be two years since I last stroked myself or had an orgasm. I could not have imagined writing that sentence 17 years ago when I first put on a device. April 21 will be the second anniversary of the day Belle made me pussy free. Writing that sentence legitimately sent a shiver down my spine. Such complicated feelings about that.

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Tracking with ATracker

Whenever I post a screenshot like this one…

I am invariably asked what app it is that I use to track how long and in what device Belle keeps me locked. Recently, I’ve also been asked to explain how I use the app. And since we’re close to the end of the year, I figure now’s a good time to oblige.

The app is called ATracker. I got it from the iOS App Store, but there’s also a Google Play version. Today, there’s a version called ATracker Pro, but that’s not the one I have. It didn’t exist when I first started using it. I’m not sure how they’re different, but they look very similar based on the App Store listings. Also note, I never upgraded to the premium version. I just didn’t need the extra features. At this point, I have no idea what I paid. It’s just been too long and I barely remember what I had for dinner yesterday. I do know my version doesn’t have ads and only the Pro version lets you remove them so I must have bought some level of the app that’s not offered anymore.

In any event, my first entry tracking the locked status of the contents was on 12/30/2015 when I went into the Steelheart. Since then, I’ve been locked in the Steelheart 1,427 days, 9 hours, 36 minutes. Almost four years. The device I’ve been locked into the second most is the Evotion Orion. Four hundred seventy six days, thirty six hours. After that is the titanium Evotion Orion at 393 days, 45 minutes. Overall, in the 3,650 days that have occurred between that first day tracking and yesterday, I’ve been locked for almost 3,384 of them. That’s nine and a quarter years. Ninety two percent of the time.

I know all that thanks to ATracker! So, how do I use it?

If you wanted to just know how long you’ve been locked, you can create a task in the app and call it something like “Locked.” From the Today screen, just tap the “+ Create Task” button at the bottom of the screen and name it “Locked.” That screen looks like this:

I add little icons, but that’s optional. Also, all my devices are colored blue. Just a matter of preference. If you wear multiple devices and want to track how much time you spend in each, make a task named for each one. Once the task(s) is created (either just the “Locked” task or one named for the device you’re in), clicking on the little stopwatch-looking icon in the top right corner of the Today screen will allow you to start the timer.

At this point, you can also do what I eventually did and create a task for when you’re not locked. I used to just not have a task running when I wasn’t locked but once the rule became clear that I was to be locked unless specifically allowed not to be, I realized I needed to track that unlocked time the same as my default state. So, you make another task and call it “Unlocked” if that’s what you want to do. Depending on your dynamic and any rules that have been established for your enforced denial, you might make multiple. Maybe to track when you’re unlocked with permission or unlocked for necessities of life (TSA, doctors), etc.

Once you have multiple tasks (ie, devices or locked states), you can switch back and forth on the Today screen by simply tapping the one that’s running to end it and tap another to start it. My Today screen looks like this:

You see all the devices I’ve ever added to the app, though I only wear about four (at least, that’s how many I’ve worn this year). it also shows the unlocked states I used, but right now, since I’m basically never allowed to be unlocked, I only use the “Unlocked (punishable)” task if I’m out longer than five minutes. It’ll also show you how long the current running task has been going.

Note that the app will let you have multiple tasks running at the same time, so be careful to stop one before starting another. I thought there was a setting to avoid that, but I can’t find it now. Maybe it’s in there somewhere.

The Reports tab lets you see the numbers you’ve logged. You can look at today, the last seven days, etc. Usually, I’m looking at a month at a time or a range to get year-to-date.

So…that’s about it. If you have any questions, just ask!

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Numbers game

I was recently tagged on BlueSky by someone who’s tracking stats similarly to how I do. They just passed four months without orgasms. 🎉

Speaking of which, my numbers as of today are…

Soon, it will have been a year since I had a proper look at the contents outside its containment. Obviously, I see a little of it through various openings in devices, and I’ve seen some bits and pieces while swapping devices, but I’ve not seen it in its entirety outside of some form of its confinement. Specifically, I have not seen the shaft at all. I hold it in my hand when unlocked and doing things like shaving. It rarely ever reacts to that touch.

It’s been over a year and a half since I was unlocked. I define that as being outside a device overnight. In fact, I don’t think I’ve had more than two hours unlocked in that time since I’m only unsecured for trips through airport security.

Similarly, I haven’t stroked myself in about the same amount of time. I actually really miss feeling a cock in my hand, even if it’s not mine. Luckily, I do get to experience that from time to time thanks to Belle allowing me extracurricular activities.

Also, obviously, I haven’t come in that same year and a half. Nothing.

The big one is when she last allowed me to fuck her. That cuts the most on days when she’s allowing me to get her off. Some mornings, like the last time it happened, the craving to feel her hot wetness envelope the contents was off the charts intense. Just a gnawing, overwhelming, all-encompassing craving. It hits me as soon as my fingers feel the slickness of her labia and crests as I feel her orgasm pulse under my touch. But then it starts to ebb as the afterglow radiates out of her. The idea that I would ruin that moment by pushing into her and unloading 36 seconds later just seems sort of heretical.

I think I’ll never get to feel that again. She suggests that’s the case, though she also led me to believe that 605 days ago when she let me fuck her the last time. But I do have to assume I’m forever pussy-free now, but it’s obviously not my choice.

The thing about these numbers is after a while they start to develop a kind of gravity all their own. Tracking them as visibly to myself as I do makes them almost impossible to think about resetting. Five hundred and sixty days without orgasm is my record. That means tomorrow will be a new record. And the day after that, another. Ad infinitum.

The other day I thought of a fun idea that, at another time in our dynamic, we might try, but because of the scale of the numbers I’m not sure we would today. The idea is that for each orgasm I give her in a month, I would earn one minute of time with her applying a vibrator to the device. If I gave her two orgasms that month, I’d get two minutes. If I gave her eight, I’d get eight. But, I’d have to take all those minutes no matter what happens. If I come in 30 seconds, I have to endure seven and a half more minutes of sensation. If I last the entire duration, no matter how close I am at the end, that’s it until the next month. I think that sounds pretty fucking hot. And not being allowed outside the device — not feeling any sensation like jacking off or fucking — should keep me mostly in my sub/headspace. But…yeah. Maybe at a different time. I don’t think she’d go for it nowadays.

Anyways, a little over four months from now it’ll have been two years since my last fuck. And almost two months after that, it’ll have been two years since my last day unlocked/stroke/orgasm. And…it would be very hard to see those numbers go to zero. Very hard.

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Keys? What keys?

Yesterday, we had a bit of scare. Belle, for a little while at least, well and truly lost the keys to the Steelheart. This has happened before, but it was very brief. More like misplaced vs. lost. The difference was, yesterday morning she was kinda freaked out about it like I’ve never seen her before.

I had been in the Steelheart for just over a month and, as sometimes happens, I was developing a sore spot on the top of the glans. I think this happens because the Steelheart is roomier than the Evotion Orion and also traps more liquid (though, because it’s stainless, still ends up being more hygienic) and sometimes it seems like the extra movement allowing the contents to bump around and the acidity of the environment combine to create a sore. Since being out is not an option, I wanted to get into a device that would allow the sore to heal up before it got out of hand. That’s the Orion. And that’s what prompted me to ask for the key.

But her usual hiding place was unavailable due to a bathroom remodel and she had to displace everything in there to somewhere else. And it was one of those things where you put something somewhere thinking it’s an obvious, easily remembered place only to realize it promptly left your brain as soon as you did it. She wasn’t, like, freaking out but she could see it from where she was.

I…wasn’t? Like, I know I do need to be able to get the device off for perfectly practical reasons (like little sores that pop up), but rather than being freaked out I felt something like a little thrum of excitement. That’s because I’m a fucking pervert, of course. It was like the start of some dumb chastity erotica. “My wife lost my key and now I’m locked for good!”

Luckily, she ended up remembering where they were and I was able to swap into the Orion without incident. She has both the keys and I have no emergency key because, well, that’s just how things are now. It’s easier, but, clearly, also riskier.

On Bluesky, someone asked if she supervised my changing devices to ensure I was following all the rules. And, no, she doesn’t (though that would be hot). She knows I’m just as invested in the rules at this point as she is and cheating is something I really am not that into. In fact, I may not be able to.

I took the Steelheart off and placed it on the bathroom sink edge and got in the shower without any device. I was careful not to look down or into the mirror because one of my rules is I’m not allowed to see the contents outside of its enclosure. While in the shower, I soaped up and directly cleaned all the places I can’t usual get to when locked. I found that doing so, while providing a lot of sensation to places that never feel it anymore, didn’t get me hard. At all. Not even a little. The contents remained small and floppy the whole time.

After the cleaning, I shaved the bits that are hard to get to which required pulling and such and still, nothing. While shaving, place the entire shaft in my hand so I can see what I’m doing without seeing it, and even then, nothing.

Note, I am not impotent. I can achieve an erection. I wake up with one every morning. I have a bit of a one right now writing these words. I get plenty tight while having sex or looking at porn, etc. But when the contents are exposed and soaped up and in my hand, nothing. Because I know it’s wrong.

It’s interesting to me how unbelievably sensitive the head is now. Maybe it’s too sensitive. Like, it was so intense as to be over the line of stimulating. Maybe that combined with the absolute mental lid on my urges makes it impossible for me to get hard that way now. All I know is it didn’t happen.

So, no, she doesn’t need to supervise me. I haven’t seen the exposed contents in 311 days and haven’t held my own erection in my hand in 526 days. Rules: FOLLOWED.

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Arresting development

I was just listening to the most recent Savage Lovecast (#991) and a listener asked for Dan’s permission to walk around his house naked in front of windows with their blinds up even though people on the outside might see him and the fact that being seen by someone kind of turned him on.

Dan’s advice shocked me. First, he said the caller didn’t need his permission and could do what he liked (not the shocking part), but then he said the caller might get arrested. Apparently, there are several cases of people being naked in their own homes and being seen from outside and then getting arrested and, reader, let me tell you. I am naked in my own home and walk in front of windows every goddamned day.

Our house has huge plate glass windows that look out onto the street and every morning I get up and go into the kitchen for my morning caffeine and I do this walk in front of the massive windows in exactly the same state I sleep: entirely naked (except for, you know, that one part). Of course, I know I might be seen at some point even though we live on a pretty quiet street at that time of day. I know and I just don’t care. It’s my fucking house, after all, and I feel like I should be able to enjoy it however I like. And I’m not doing anything sexual. I’m just walking, albeit nakedly. And locked.

Then Dan got onto the subject of secret perving and the ethics of that. Such as, is it OK for a foot fetishist to have a job selling shoes? Dan says yes, as long as the act of putting a shoe on someone doesn’t result in visible erections and profuse drooling. The best analog I have to that is being locked up all the time and sometimes being in situations where the device can be seen.

There’s kind of three levels to this. One is when I’m just walking around wearing jeans or something and the device (especially the Steelheart) can be perceived. I saw that it was visible this morning when I put my jeans on. The bulge of the tube was evident in the mirror in our bedroom, though a slight adjustment made it go away. But that means at other points in the day, the bulge is certainly reemerging and someone could easily see it and I don’t spend a lot of time worrying about that.

The second level is when I’m running. I have some running tights I occasionally wear and thin running shorts and the tights in particular leave little to the imagination. I’m 100% positive people have seen the obvious bulge of the device as I ran by because I’ve seen people look directly at it.

The third level is the TSA. I have been caught by them before and had to show the device. I’ve also been scanned and had the device show up and the agent just waved me though. I used to go though TSA locked all the time and almost always got though unaccosted, but tend not to anymore because I don’t want the hassle.

I can forthrightly say in all these cases I don’t care whatsoever if anyone sees the device. I’m so over it. I know there are some who would say I’m forcing them to participate in my sex life, but I don’t think of it that way. Being permanently locked is a lot more than just “my sex life.” I consider it more a lifestyle than an act. For me, it’s not really optional. It’s who and what I am. Similarly, if anyone saw and asked I’d tell them. But I don’t feel like being locked is optional for me.

Over on Reddit, there was a guy recently who said he didn’t lock up outside the house at all for fear that someone might see the bulge and know he’s locked. Oh, sweet summer child. That’s adorable. Truth is, people (and guys especially) are always checking out our bulges and vanishingly few would see one that’s larger than usual and think it’s anything other than a big dick.

So anyway, maybe it’s different to walk in your own house naked vs. walking in your own house sporting a shiny metal object where your penis used to be. But I think my opinion stands. It’s my house, it’s my body, I’m not hurting anyone. I’m going to keep walking around however I want as I have done for the last 19 years living here. I’m also going to keep going around locked up because I’ve been doing that for almost as long and nobody seems to care.

But, you know, YMMV. Also, young locked newbies, don’t worry about anyone seeing your cute little bulge. You care about it about 1,000x more than they do.

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Contrasting control

I just got back from one of my semi-annual sojourns into the wooded backcountry. These trips used to turn into an excuse to unlock for a week. I’d inflate hygiene issues or physical activity like hiking or the relatively low chance of one of my camping friends somehow finding out about the device into sufficient reason to take it off. Of course, the hygiene part is manageable, the hiking thing is too, and while I’m not advertising I’m also not afraid of anyone finding out I’m locked. So I stay as I’m required to be.

I do, however, take a key for emergency purposes. I recall one time I had shaved prior to going on one of these trips and it was hot and the combination of the stubble, sweat, and friction was very unpleasant. The device had to come off for a few days (though I put it back on ASAP because the exposed contents rubbing around in my pants is its own form of torture). However, this time, in my rush to get on the road, I left the key behind. I didn’t realize this until I was a couple hundred miles from home.

I really don’t recommend not having an emergency key around for, you know, emergencies. But I also do acknowledge that being in an inescapable device you literally cannot get off your body at all is super hot. Not so smart, but hot. Belle and I went on a little trip at Labor Day and the key was forgotten then, too. This is becoming a bit of thing, apparently.

Anyway, turns out I did develop a little hot spot under the ring. The liberal application of silicone lube kept it from turning into something worse. It was basically manageable, though if I had had the key I would have used it. Since I did not, my streak of days being locked remains unbroken at 466 (and I haven’t seen the unlocked contents in 253 days).

Upon returning home, the titanium Orion needed a deep clean so I placed the contents into our venerable Steelheart. Besides the need to clean the Orion, I have found that hotspots can be managed by swapping into a different device whose differently shaped base ring rubs, well, differently. Belle and I are flying in early October so I will be in the Steelheart at least the next three weeks before swapping into the plastic Orion.

The Steelheart produces a very different psychological aspect to my chastity. The Orion devices are smaller, tighter, and lighter and with their integrated PA security end up feeling like they’re fused with my body. The devices and the thing they secure are one.

The Steelheart is relatively roomier and overall larger and much heavier. Unlike the fusion of contents and device I experience in the Orions, the Steelheart is simply a steel tube into which a penis is hanging. I can feel the contents move around in there. I’ve gone from having a device that leaves the contents totally inert and difficult to discern as a separate thing to one that’s clearly a simple and somewhat crude penis prison.

Similarly, the Orion devices lay flatter and are shorter overall where the Steelheart is longer and more basically shaft-shaped so when my hand inevitability finds its way down there, it feels more like a big steel dick. It’s also far easier to get my fingers into the Steelheart tube which, of course, makes cleaning easier but also allows me to feel what the contents are.

Finally, the sensation of having an erection in each of them is very different. The Orion is always full with zero extra room so when the contents get hard, it’s just a feeling of pressure and a knot develops behind the base ring. In the Steelheart, I can feel the contents being forced to conform to the curve of the tube. There is clearly an erection in there, albeit a foreshortened and directed one. The interior circumference of the Steelheart is not too dissimilar from the circumference of the contents when hard so, again, the sensation is less the unified fusion of device and meat I get from the Orion and more imprisoned meat.

Of course, the Steelheart was my main axe for years and I had the “it’s just part of me” feeling while wearing it. I expect if I kept it on long enough I’d get back there again but the Orion just so much more clearly has a configuration that promotes that feeling of fusion. It has the benefit of years of refinement of the male chastity experience behind its design and manufacture. My Steelheart is over 15 years old, after all.

I love the old Steelheart. And I actually do love that I’m getting such a different sensation from wearing it. But this swap reinforces for me that the Orion is the pinnacle chastity experience for me. I’m enjoying the Steelheart but know it won’t be long before I crave the compact control of the Orion again.

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Amorphous want

I was having a really good chat with someone on Bluesky today about how our perceptions of ourselves change the longer we’re locked up. And it got me thinking about whether or not guys getting into chastity today would do it if they knew where it could end up.

Being locked by someone is kind of like one of those things you see in science museums that demonstrate a black hole where you put a quarter in a slot at the top of a convex cone-shaped thing and let it go and then watch the quarter roll round and round and round towards a little hole in the center going faster and faster until it finally goes POP and disappears at the bottom.

The quarter in this analogy is a penis, in case you missed that.

At first, you lock up because it feels hot and the orgasms you get after denial are mind blowing. And, at least for me, as I got to know my own orgasm better though edging and being allowed to fuck but not come, I actually turned into something of a fucking machine. I’d find that spot a hair’s width from orgasm and stop all movement. I’d ejaculate (a lot) but not come all the way. Like I was ruining my own orgasm inside of Belle. And after, I’d still be hard and able to fuck and fuck though my own load without getting back to the point of feeling like I was going to come again. She’d need to tell me when she had had enough. I was Superman. Ah, those were the days.

But the lock ups still got longer. I wanted them to be longer. I craved the feeling of being locked up and denied even the pleasure of fucking her. And she changed too so that keeping me locked up longer and longer wasn’t any great sacrifice. She was perfectly satisfied without the penetration. And then one day I found that my fucking superpower had gone away. I had lost the ability to hold the line on my orgasm. I could’t find it anymore so couldn’t stop it from coming. And then when I came I felt the crash and my attitude would change and she really didn’t like that. And, as my trigger got shorter and shorter, she didn’t like that I couldn’t fuck her for more than a minute or two (if I was lucky), so the times I was allowed out for sex became even less frequent.

But I didn’t mind! I wanted it. I wanted to want to be out more than I wanted out. I craved her pussy. When she came, I wanted to be inside her most of all. I could feel in my tight, locked tube what her pussy felt like as my hard-on slipped in and the sensation was incredibly intense. I actually went through a period, after she had told me I wasn’t likely to fuck her again, where I mourned my loss of that. Of my connection to that most male of acts. Even though I really wanted her to keep me locked forever, just as she was doing.

Similarly, I would crave the feeling of holding my own erection in my hand and jacking it. I wanted that so bad. But also didn’t. I didn’t want it more than I wanted to crave wanting it.

But things are different now. I’ve moved past the cravings for jacking or fucking. I still want. But that’s all it is. A sort of amorphous want of…something. But it’s non-specific. I see guys jacking off on Bluesky and I don’t think of wanting to do that, too. I think of wanting to do it to them. I see videos of guys getting a blow job and similarly never feel like I want to be blown. I see guys fucking women or just super hot women in general (irl and the internet) and the idea of fucking them myself is non-existent. My first, most intense and primal thought is of eating their pussies. Of them grinding down on my face or letting me eat their partner’s load from their beautiful fucked and swollen lips.

My body has forgotten I even have a penis. When I’m out for the brief moments of swapping or cleaning devices, I don’t get hard. I so rarely even get a minor chub from it. Honestly, I don’t even like handling the contents. They feel so small and wet and sad. All crushed and deformed from its confinement, broken and useless for anyone. It’s almost like I’m touching an internal organ. I resent deeply every minute I have to be out. And the contents doesn’t even bother to try to tempt me.

I don’t know for a fact that every guy who locks up will end up a penisless hole like me. A lot of it depends on the needs and wants of the person holding the key, of course. Belle and I took this journey together. Our quarters weren’t always synchronized on the way down, but we ended up in the same place. That same, inexorable destination. She wants me locked up permanently, all the time, end of story. She doesn’t want me to fuck her. Doesn’t miss me fucking her. Feels zero guilt for denying me that pleasure ever again. Feels zero guilt about denying me my orgasm for the rest of my life.

And while I still have the amorphous want, I’m perfectly happy to be kept this way. I’m way past mourning my days of fucking. Well past any desire to jack off. I simply am not equipped — physically, emotionally, mentally — for that sort of thing anymore. The profoundness of being permanently locked and denied has led to a sexual awakening of similar scope and magnitude of going through puberty. I’ve left one life segment and entered another. A whole new world I didn’t know — could not have known — existed.

So, yeah. It makes me wonder. This was not what I was signing up for 17 years ago. But here I am, and I’m happy as a clam. Also, clamped shut tight as a clam, lol. For me, this feels really natural. As I’m supposed to be. As I was born to be. But I could never have even guessed I’d be like this one day. Prior to discovering male chastity, it never would have even remotely crossed my mind.

So I’m quite sure there are guys just locking up for the first time today who are like I was and will end up like I am. It’s just they have no idea at all what they’re in for. Maybe, they can’t even imagine it.

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New rules

In my last post, I pondered…

Now that the concept of “statistically always” has been shown to be achievable, I’m starting to wonder if annual unlock goals make sense. I’m thinking we should reverse the logic. Perhaps the agreement should be I will be expected to be locked 100% of the time and every hour (or fraction thereof) I’m out results in some kind of punishment. I have no idea what that punishment would be, but there’s something really appealing about switching to a 100% locked assumption with specific penalties for not being so.

This approach is, in a way, the logical conclusion of the gradual ratcheting down of her control over me, how I express myself sexually, and of course my orgasm. It’s a journey we’ve been on for many years now. If she was still interested in using the contents, we wouldn’t be here. But she’s not. She’s not because it’s useless as a means to her pleasure and letting me use it solely for mine takes me out of the headspace she wants me in. All it can do is give me a momentary jolt that I ultimately really don’t enjoy and totally wrecks my ability to maintain our dynamic.

So I wrote up the following ten rules to be imposed on me for her consideration…

  1. You are to be locked in a male chastity device at all times.
  2. You will be granted one 5 minute grace period every two weeks for hygiene that can’t be done while locked, device maintenance, or to change the device.
  3. Hygiene, device maintenance, or device swap are the only permitted reasons to ever be unlocked.
  4. During allowed 5 minute unlocked periods, you will do nothing to stimulate the contents such that an unlocked erection occurs and, should one occur on its own, you will in no way use that opportunity for self-pleasure.
  5. Any unlocked time that exceeds the biweekly 5 minute grace period will be logged.
  6. Every hour or fraction thereof of logged unlocked time will result in a punishment, regardless of the purpose or reason for the unlocked time.
  7. You are not allowed to see the contents of your chastity device outside of the device.
  8. Every instance of seeing the unlocked contents will result in a punishment.
  9. Whether locked or unlocked, you are never to self-stimulate to orgasm.
  10. Your keyholder can modify or suspend these rules at any time and as she sees fit to do so.

It’s not, as I said, anything like a new approach for us. It’s a slightly more severe version of how we’ve been living for the last 405 days since she last let me fuck her. And it was that event that pretty much solidified that the above is the new foundation for our relationship. It’s is a recognition of that reality. And for me, it actually provides a bit more sense of wellbeing. The fact that she just decided one morning that was going to fuck her really shattered what I thought was settled law between us. I consider this to be something of a new treaty. A spelling out of what she thinks is best.

She agrees there are only three reasons I ever need to be out and none of them are related to my pleasure. Any pleasure I can achieve through the contents, locked or not, is expressly forbidden. And we no longer have any “unlocked goal.” The goal is, in fact, zero. Never unlocked for more than five minutes every two weeks, maximum.

So, that’s that. According to rules one through nine, I’m never going to jack off again. Never going to fuck again. Never going to come again.

But rule ten. That’s for Belle. She would never agree to anything that limited her decisions and desires. This doesn’t work if she doesn’t have the ultimate final say on everything. We are not equal in this regard. I can’t impose terms on her. She imposes them on me, even if they’re my idea.

With regard to the punishments, that’s an open question. She’s not someone who is all that interested in active punishment. We’ll need to think on it. Maybe you have an idea. Drop them in the comments. But it also means I’m going to be incentivized to try and find ways to really minimize out time. At this point, the only thing that gets me out is the TSA. So maybe I’ll just roll the dice more often on that. Or, if I’m traveling with family other than Belle or coworkers, maybe I’ll take the device off after we arrive at the airport but before security. Basically, I’m going to be trying to keep my unlocked time to under an hour for the whole year.

My assumption is each hour of out time or fraction thereof, each time I see the contents as a penis, and any time I violate rules 4 or 9(!) are separate punishment opportunities, though we haven’t actually discussed that. Also, my assumption is these rules take affect tomorrow, June 1.

Over on Bluesky, I posted these and someone said it would be “disgusting” to only be unlocked for five minutes every two weeks for hygiene. As if hygiene doesn’t happen every time I’m in the shower. The only hygiene I do when out is shaving spots I can’t reach otherwise. That’s it. Having been circumcised, I don’t need much more than that. Coming up on eight years ago, I wrote that the best penis for chastity was one that was circumcised. It’s not required. Not at all. But if it’s uncircumcised, the hygiene needs would be very different. It’s kinda like being pierced. A PA makes chastity better but it can also be done very successfully without.

Anyway, being a dumbass and calling me “disgusting” on social media is the best and fastest way to get blocked by me. Just FYI.

As I said up top, this is how we’ve been living the last 405 days. If you take that one fuck out, it’s how we’ve been living for something like three years. But now it’s spelled out and clear between us. It’s as final and complete as it can be.

And that’s a good thing.

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Statistically always

According to my stats, it’s been 134 days since I saw the contents of whichever of the handful of chastity devices I’ve been wearing for the past 347 days straight. In fact, I have seen bits and pieces of the contents as I’ve swapped devices, but I only count “seeing it” when it’s totally naked and unencumbered by a device. Basically, it’s been nearly four and a half months since I saw something on my body that resembles a real penis.

I’ve been actively trying to avoid seeing it as a penis for about a year and a half. Ever since I had the weird experience of seeing it in the context of getting ready for a massage and it didn’t register as part of me. As if it was a penis I was seeing on Bluesky or Tumblr. Not mine. It was weird. But also it seemed like a logical and natural progression of being permanently denied.

It is, I do recall, super hot to be denied the satisfaction of a gnawing craving to jack off or fuck. But I also think it’s only natural that as the time between being allowed to use the contents for its intended purpose increases, that those feelings would evolve. And part of that evolution is letting go of the notion that I have a man’s anatomy.

That’s basically where I was when, 394 days ago, Belle told me to fuck her. That made my whole world turn upside down. But now I feel like I’m firmly back to the place where I was before.

There are, in fact, a few things I don’t track (hard to believe but true). For example, how long has it been since I thought about how nice it would feel to jack off? Or to fuck Belle? Or hell, fuck anyone. I have absolutely no idea. If I’m seeing porn or reading something really hot or even having sex, I can get very tight and super horny, but I have not for a long time thought about the contents as a thing I can do anything with. My mind just doesn’t go there at all. It’s as if my body has just forgotten about it or maybe simply accepts those things are not in the cards for me anymore.

Belle has said several times that she regrets letting me fuck her again, so it seems really unlikely that’s going to happen any time soon (if ever) and I simply don’t have any opportunities to have free-swinging erections, so jacking off is entirely off the table.

Speaking of which, Belle’s goal for me in 2025 was to be unlocked no more than 25 hours. So far this year, I’ve been unlocked 5.5 hours. Looking forward, based on what I know, I expect to be unlocked maybe another 4 hours-ish. If I can really end the year unlocked no more than 12 hours, that would crush any previous YTD numbers. It would be about half my previous least amount of unlocked time which was just over 20 hours and I remember thinking that was the least amount of time I could ever realistically do. Twelve hours or less unlocked means being locked statistically always. It’s 99.9% of the year.

Now that the concept of “statistically always” has been shown to be achievable, I’m starting to wonder if annual unlock goals make sense. I’m thinking we should reverse the logic. Perhaps the agreement should be I will be expected to be locked 100% of the time and every hour (or fraction thereof) I’m out results in some kind of punishment. I have no idea what that punishment would be, but there’s something really appealing about switching to a 100% locked assumption with specific penalties for not being so. Very hot, imo.

I was considering today as I was in the shower and soaping up the device and my balls and working my pinky into the head of the Evotion to make sure everything was clean what it means to be actually, truly permanently locked up and denied. I never, ever want to take the device off at this point. I resent every moment I’m required to be out. And I think that’s because being out breaks the bond I’ve built with the device. It ruins the dickless perception I’ve built around myself. Being out makes me not me. It turns me into the person I was before we brought chastity into our relationship and I embraced my submissive nature and learned to be a man without the thing we call “manhood.”

I don’t want to be that guy. Not ever. Not even for a little bit.

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The destination

I’m now in the twelve month since the last time Belle let me fuck her. I usually tell Belle when we cross one of these little milestones and she’s never that impressed by them. I find the ticking of the days to be meaningful while she just…doesn’t. She’s never been that into the whole tracking part that I’ve been obsessed with forever.

Perhaps part of her ambivalence towards tracking duration is her realization that the amount of time I’ll be locked and denied access to her pussy and/or my orgasm is now set to ♾️. She’s made it pretty clear that the last time she let me fuck her, which was totally out of the blue and on a whim, was a mistake. I’m a lousy fuck thanks to having the hairiest of hair triggers and the experience ended up being so traumatic for me that it blew me out of my headspace for months.

When we crossed nine months and then ten, I asked her what the likelihood was that she’d let me fuck her again. She didn’t want to rule anything in or out because she wants to maintain the privilege of doing whatever she wants at all times, but it doesn’t sound like she thinks it’s going to happen anymore. In any event, she tells me I should assume no.

I didn’t expect her to let me fuck her again when it happened the last time but because that was such an annoying experience for her, I’m really expecting that it’s not going to happen anymore. And since that’s the only way I was allowed to orgasm, I assume that’s the end of that, too.

When I started this blog, the first time I was denied access to her pussy was just 24 hours. Now it’s the rest of my life. Back then, I’d be locked up for days or weeks and then would be out for days or weeks. Now I’m locked basically always. She used to let me come every week or so. Now it’s never.

To be fair, I was a big instigator of pushing my limits. The more I was locked and denied the more I wanted to be that way. For a long time, I didn’t really think we’d end up here. But here we are.

In a way, I feel like it’s completing the circle this blog started sixteen years ago when we set out on this journey. Well, we have now arrived at the ultimate destination. I don’t really know what the purpose is any more of Denying Thumper now that denied is the only way I’m ever going to be.

I’m not officially ending the blog. But the conundrum remains. I already feel like every post is rehashing something I’ve already written about a year ago, three years ago, or five years ago. I don’t know that I have anything new to say.