Introductions discussion

I’m thrilled to become part of this community. It’s my first time opening up about what I’ve been through in public.

Fortune has smiled on me; I am wedded to my queen. My entry into chastity was for her sake—it wasn’t something that caught my interest before I met her. We have shared over two years together, and she started locking me away roughly eighteen months back. Back then we were dating deeply in love, yet my queen harbored a general distrust of men, which extended to me as well. In her youth, a boyfriend had cheated on her, leading her to believe that all men would eventually wander off the path.

My job requires frequent travel, and she disliked having me away from home where she couldn’t see what I was up to. Eager to secure her complete trust in me, I did some online research and discovered several excellent sites discussing chastity devices. When I brought it up with my queen, she hesitated a bit, so I showed her the websites, which sparked great enthusiasm on her part. We ended up ordering a curve device, and she absolutely adores having me locked inside it.

I am quite large standing over 6’3” tall, and since travel is such a big part of my life, we chose the curve model for this reason. I have grown to love it immensely; it suits me perfectly. In fact, I find that I can manage most activities while wearing it. During workouts, I simply slip an ankle sock over it to prevent skin irritation. It travels with me without issue—the small lock has never triggered airport metal detectors during my journeys. The first time I went through security with it on, however, left me quite nervous.

Typically, I do not wear the device for extended durations. In my view, the curve is perhaps less than ideal for very long-term use. My longest stint was eight days. While comfortable enough, the grooves along the bottom tend to accumulate some grime after five or six days and require a thorough cleaning. Its curved shape makes it tricky for me to clean the underside while still wearing it. Additionally, my queen prefers keeping her cock accessible for teasing or use most evenings; consequently, she usually unlocks me each night, and I re-secure the curve every morning.

Not long after acquiring the curve, I drafted a contract with my queen, which turned out wonderfully. The agreement essentially states that I hold no rights to my own cock while she retains all authority over it. She delights in this arrangement and makes full use of her privileges. Her favorite pastime occurs each morning: she warms some oil, gets the cock excited, and then delivers a hard slap to my balls—hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Afterward, she commands me to return her cock to its cage. There are times when this routine continues for several consecutive mornings without granting me any release. By day three or four, the ache in my balls becomes so intense it clouds my thinking at work, forcing me to beg for relief.

I cherish my queen deeply and wear the curve with great pride on her behalf. It has been a tremendous benefit to our marriage; I believe it makes me a superior husband because I constantly prioritize her needs above my own. If I ever forget, she wields a thick leather belt upon my rear, and I know full well that sleeping in the curve is next.

My love for my queen is boundless—I could speak of it endlessly—but work calls to me now, so I shall conclude here.