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- Jan 1970
Six months of being locked away have been quite an experience. In some ways, it feels like beginning a fresh romance. New regulations are in place; I’ve had to surrender portions of my autonomy, which makes me feel exposed. It turns out the keyholder has adjustments to make as well.
Roughly a month ago, our mental dynamic shifted unexpectedly, and my chastity device was removed. My cock finally broke free. For several days it behaved properly, but then suddenly went wild. I am usually a grower, but now that distinction is irrelevant; I have become large, firm, and prepared for use—fully equipped and ready to explode.
While my wife took advantage of the situation, so did I in private moments. It was wonderful because I felt big, hard, and magnificent. However, this period didn’t last forever. I took too much liberty and found myself handling a somewhat indifferent cock vigorously. That activity ceased being enjoyable; it actually started to feel degrading.
I put the cage back on and informed my wife, handing her the key with instructions that she can open me up whenever she wishes without any pressure from my side. When we began this journey, there was an element of sexual play involved, but now I am simply confined. My device maintains good hygiene standards, so nothing else is missing. I am completely imprisoned, waiting for temporary releases initiated by my wife. There are no specific chores or tasks required to earn freedom; she unlocks me when she desires to engage with my cock, and that concludes the matter.
This situation feels more difficult and irritating than before. Yet it also seems much truer to what I need. I sense this state will be permanent …