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Let me start by saying I’ve been part of a poly family for over ten years now. We experimented with chastity in the past, though without much success. The devices were bulky and heavy, and some broke while we wore them, leading to sharp pain or just general discomfort. So, we mostly dabbled in it. Even if we haven’t pursued it extensively since our first attempt to bring it into our lives, chastity has remained on my mind.

What is the pull that makes me want to wear a cage? I can’t say for certain. It’s the idea of being controlled by someone else, the security and sensation of confinement, or perhaps just the anticipated sexual frustration I believe comes with it. What I do know is this: I serve as a slave to both my M’lady and her husband/alpha sissy. Finding joy in giving them pleasure, comfort, and handling daily tasks for them brings me great satisfaction. Moreover, I find peace in the restrictions she has placed on me; they have become so integral that I feel off-balance when not adhering to them.

For instance, one of her early rules was requiring me to wear women’s panties at all times—not just any panties, but specifically women’s thongs. The only exception allowed me to skip the thong if visiting a place like a doctor where removing trousers might be necessary, provided I had her permission first. Other venues, such as the gym, offered no leeway; the thong rule remained strict. Now, I wear them constantly (even at medical appointments). Recently, when I tried wearing men’s briefs instead, they felt enormous and bulky, making me feel like a baby in diapers. The fabric puffed out noticeably around that area, leaving me convinced everyone could see it.

Apologies for the rambling there.

As for what brings me back here and drives my desire for chastity: I’m not entirely sure yet. Our lives have settled enough to allow us to consider this earnestly once more. As we explore it, my longing grows stronger. Why? Because having her control another piece of who I am is both thrilling and slightly scary. I trust her completely with everything I have; I know she would never harm me intentionally. Yet, surrendering control over my cock still feels daunting. Perhaps that’s the key. Having served her for so long, I crave a touch of that old “fear of the unknown.” It gets me excited—my heart beats faster, my breathing shallows, and yes, my cock stirs into hardness whenever I browse device models and imagine what it would be like to wear one. Plus, I see the joy it brings M’lady in her eyes as we discuss our findings together. Only time will tell if this is truly why I want it so badly until then; for now, I’ll keep searching deep within myself for the answer.

P.S. Looks like we’ve chosen a mature metal device, though I haven’t picked out exactly which one yet.