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**My Journey ** About a year ago I mentioned to my wife that male chastity play really appealed to me, and since she’s what I’d call a ‘soft’ dominant (nothing too extreme, abusive or harmful), it seemed like a good fit. She mostly brushed it off as something she wouldn’t get into. A few months later I bought the book Male Chastity: The Keyholder’s Guide and gave it to her one night, asking if she’d read it… She put it aside, but about a month later, out of nowhere, she brought up that we needed to find and order a chastity device. I was surprised, anxious, worried, happy, and excited all at once. We looked online that evening and ordered a CB-6000, though she wondered if we should have gotten the CB-6000s instead. It arrived about a week later. The first Saturday evening after it came in, she took it out and told me to go into the bathroom and put it on. I spent some time figuring out how to attach it properly and which ring size and post worked best. Once I got it secured, I used some silicone-based lube—which helped a lot—and stuck one of the plastic locks from the kit through the hole just to keep the tube from sliding off. I didn’t close that plastic lock completely. I walked back into the living room where she was waiting; I held the brass lock in my hand along with two keys. I stood before her, handed over the device and keys. She took one key and clipped it onto her key ring alongside her car and house keys. Later that evening, she attached the other key inside our closet to a wire grid shelf using another numbered plastic lock. She explained this way one key is always in the house if I need an emergency release, but since she noted down the device number, she’ll know which one it is if I ever manage to get hold of that spare. Anyway, back to me standing there for the first time. The chastity tube was on her hand; she looked at me and said ‘show me.’ I pulled my sweatpants waistband down low enough so she could see the device firmly encasing my cock and secured behind my scrotum. With what seemed like a quick, smooth motion, she removed the open plastic lock and replaced it with the brass metal one, snapping it shut to keep me locked in. That first night I was only locked up for 4 hours. She rewarded me when she took it off by giving me a great, well-lubed handjob. This became our routine for quite some time: on weekends, she’d have me put the device on one evening for a few hours, then unlock and masturbate me later. Then there were those couple of times she left it on overnight; my reward came the next morning. Until this past weekend, she had me lock up Friday night as soon as we got home from work, leaving me in until Sunday afternoon. Then she told me to go shower and come back to her once I was dry but still undressed—which of course I did. I expected my usual ‘reward’ of a handjob. When I returned where she was sitting with her camera, she just looked at me and instructed me to grab the lube bottle and bring it back. Which I did. She then told me to apply some while standing in front of her and cum on my own as she took pictures. She didn’t touch me at all, but I came pretty quickly because my cock was so sensitive from being confined in the tube for so long (which feels like a long time since I’m still new to this). I’m not sure where things are heading next. But she’s told me to be ready to stay locked up all of next weekend, starting as soon as I get home from work Friday night.