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As I noted in my intro thread, this space is for me to track my return to the world of re-engaging chastity.

Why use the term “re-engage”? My initial plunge into chastity happened years back after watching a porn performer get locked up. Seeing his manhood secured inside that cage really turned me on, so I had to try it myself. I bought a CB Curve and quickly found it was far too large for my build. Still, I enjoyed wearing it around the home. I just never took it outside because it showed clearly under my trousers. Loose shorts worked fine, but my wife has a strict rule about visibility; she felt it made me look overly well-endowed. My longest stint locked up back then was probably two nights tops. She mostly saw this as a passing fetish phase and largely left me to do what I wanted.

After a while, the Curve got old, and I needed something for outdoor wear that would pass my wife’s visual inspection. So I bought the CB-6000. It worked well because it stayed hidden under my pants. The only problem was when I was flaccid; my glans would slide back into the shaft section of the cage. Using the toilet in this state made a mess inside the device. If I didn’t clean the interior thoroughly, I’d take it off at night for cleaning while showering. Then I’d put it right back on afterward, but that felt like cheating because it came off every single evening. With this routine, my longest period of being “locked up” was two solid weeks. It was mostly to satisfy my fetish. My wife wasn’t keen on becoming a keyholder. She held the key during daylight hours to indulge me and sometimes had fun tugging the cage to watch me swell inside. I went through cycles: times when I desperately wanted to be locked, followed by periods where I wouldn’t touch it for months. Eventually, the Cage broke along its seam, ending my chastity days.

Lately, I’ve felt that urge again, but this time I want long-term commitment, not just a temporary phase. Since the CB 6000 was too loose on me, I got the CB 6000s. The kit comes with multiple rings and spacers to help dial in the perfect fit. My lockdown began Tuesday morning (8-21-18) using the 2-inch ring paired with a medium spacer. As I headed out for work, I slid the key into my wife’s shorts pocket. Realizing what was happening, she just looked at me and gave an expression that said “really, again?” The day passed easily. Work kept me busy so there wasn’t much time to dwell on my decision. That night, however, I woke up twice with that tight, painful sensation of knowing the cage is holding you fast. By Wednesday’s 24-hour mark, I texted my wife (Key + Lock = Love). She replied with a string of question marks. We exchanged more texts about this new cage and how much I wanted her to step into a more dominant keyholder role. When I returned home, she showed some domineering spirit by ordering me to help cook dinner and handle other chores around the house. That evening while showering, I asked to swap out the keyed lock for a plastic tab version because the metal lock was visible through my dress slacks at certain angles when it rotated. She agreed and enjoyed checking off the numbers on the plastic lock. On Wednesday night, I only woke up once due to an erection. The pain started in the area under my sack where the ring sits. At first, I thought it was just part of getting used to the ring again. Thursday morning I went to work, but the ache persisted. Around midday, I popped into the restroom and tucked some tissue between the ring and my skin for relief. It helped slightly. That night, I told my wife about the pain, and she examined me. The ring seemed to be chafing me. I took off the cage, cleaned it thoroughly, and checked for any sharp edges. Found none. After we showered, my wife gave me a devilish look and instructed me to put it back on. I obeyed. During the night, the pain became unbearable. I want to be locked up, but I’m not into sadomasochism. So I broke the lock and removed the cage. This morning, upon arriving at work (when she and the kids are usually still asleep), I texted my wife to let her know. All day long, my scrotum felt uncomfortable. When I got home, my wife checked again and said I was still red where the ring sits. Suspecting a sizing issue with the ring itself, I ordered the next two largest rings available. Hopefully one will fit better.