Introductions discussion

I know it’s a bit late getting around to this, but I should share some details about myself. I reside in North Wales, near one of the naturist beaches—a spot I frequent often during the warmer months. My interest in cross dressing goes back quite far, at least four decades now, beginning with just wearing knickers (or panties for our American friends). These days, it’s anything goes; I don’t own any underpants anymore, not even ones suitable for hospital visits or doctor appointments. My journey into chastity began with my ex-wife, and we remain on good terms since she remarried one of my “straight” acquaintances who is now experiencing hard-way chastity herself. While at the beach, I’m permitted to wear nothing but my cage—the one that rattles incessantly. My partner holds the key and owns four different cages for me: everything from a favorite low option down to a tiny 1-inch (2.5 cm) model which gets deployed if I’ve been particularly naughty. She buys all my knickers, though I suspect her main reason is simply to show me off.