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I can’t believe I’m sitting here typing this! Everything has unfolded so rapidly, but I am savoring every moment.

A month back, I admitted to my wife that I harbored a fantasy of being secured in a chastity device. I’m usually quite reserved when it comes to discussing topics like these… yet somehow the words just flowed out naturally. She was completely unfamiliar with the concept and lifestyle (we’ve always been rather conventional as a couple). As I drifted off, I noticed her on her phone; I could tell she was browsing chastity websites.

Because of work obligations, we spend roughly half our time apart, with me traveling for stretches of two weeks at a time. During my most recent trip, I sensed her gently pushing the chastity topic. She sent texts featuring the key emoji and other related cues. Honestly, I felt somewhat embarrassed and was starting to regret bringing it up.

When I returned home next, she revealed a CB6000! I was surprised, though part of me wasn’t entirely shocked. I wasn’t quite sure how to react. Everything was progressing much faster than my expectations or comfort zone allowed. I didn’t feel particularly ready to don the device yet.

She gave me some space for a day, but yesterday morning while I was showering, she entered the bathroom and deliberately placed the unit on the counter. Long story short… here I am, marking my first 24 hours locked up. It’s hard to believe it’s real. Seeing myself in the mirror with that device there feels strange.

I sense a profound shift has occurred, accompanied by constant butterflies in my stomach. My perspective on my wife has changed; we feel much closer now, and I’m more attuned to her movements. We shared intimacy last night, feeling as though we had traveled back twenty years to our early dating days. Being locked the entire time created a completely new sensation—knowing there was no possibility of personal relief helped me stay entirely focused on her. She seemed to enjoy it quite a bit;-)

This morning she leaned over and remarked, “I’ve been thinking about this…” My immediate reaction was pure dread. Despite just enduring an uncomfortable night in the device—and despite being genuinely uneasy only 24 hours prior—I found myself hoping desperately that she wouldn’t say, “I don’t want to continue with this.”

Fortunately, it went the other way. She explained she is enjoying it and wants to experiment with different devices. There is a fascinating glint in my wife’s eyes today. I believe she is beginning to grasp the power (which I willingly surrendered) that now resides with her, along with its potential.

Emotionally, I am in quite a state of flux; my thoughts are scattered regarding what has transpired. Yet my deepest instinct—the one I trust most—is one of serene calmness. This all just feels “right”.