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What began as a reply to another post has grown into a genuine erotic journey. I’ve been documenting it up to October 21, 2008, and am sharing the story here. Feel free to leave your comments.
My wife and I are newcomers to chastity. After spending several afternoons and evenings browsing various websites and forums like this one, I shared the inspiring stories and sites with her. Intrigued by the concept, she had me order the CB6k three weeks ago. This is my first time posting about our early experiences with both chastity and that specific device.
On its arrival day (Friday), I was thrilled to get it on immediately, while she watched with amusement. It took some trial and error to find the right combination for a comfortable fit without excessive pain.
I discovered that pulling out was initially possible, which I demonstrated to her. However, I had also ordered the G3 series from and once you follow the instructions for wearing it, escaping via pull-out becomes nearly impossible without serious trouble. She wanted absolute certainty that I couldn’t escape after securing the G3 as instructed. So she oiled me up thoroughly iced me down and slid me in with a satisfying click. As my shaft was pulled outward while being held firmly by the G3, I felt a tearing sensation. Delighted by her success, she confirmed I could not pull it out anymore and added that if I did manage to remove myself without permission—either now or later—I would be punished with both a Prince Albert piercing and a cable lock.
My erect length is 6 3/4 inches, and the device fits snugly even when flaccid. Over the next three days—the ‘break-in’ period during which I had sole possession of the key—I settled into this combination:
- The second-largest ball ring,
- The second-shortest spacer with its pins,
- The smallest G3.
This setup works well for me, causing little discomfort except in the mornings when involuntary erections wake me up and cause pain until I walk them off. My CB6k stays securely in place on my shaft now; it no longer slides down or hurts my balls unless I am aroused.
Once she removed the key, I remained locked from Monday morning through Wednesday night with no issues. She wondered if dropping one size smaller for the ball ring would add extra security without problem, so that evening I fitted a tighter, slightly smaller ring on (it was snug!). By Friday morning my scrotum had swollen, prompting her to let me out temporarily until the swelling subsided before moving back up a size.
I went camping Saturday and Sunday while locked. Since she wasn’t there—claiming it was too cold and returning home—I encountered no further swelling issues; everything seemed fine. I was still getting used to wearing it (a bit of soreness around the ball sac area, but nothing unbearable). I returned early Sunday afternoon, eager to serve her in hopes that my release might come soon. After a couple of hours ensuring her pleasure, I was duly rewarded with freedom and some passionate sex. Thus concludes week one.
Week Two: I managed five continuous days (Monday through Friday) without trouble. When she finally removed the device on Saturday, it felt strange to be out. However, I am growing accustomed to wearing it and learning how to maintain cleanliness—a small but notable challenge. provides a useful cleaning kit that helps keep things hygienic while maintaining security.
I believe she has awakened something fierce because, as time passes, her love for the sense of security it gives her grows. She is increasingly thrilled that I cannot touch myself when she is away or working, in the shower, etc. We’ve also noticed that I look forward to pleasing her more frequently and effectively than before. This anticipation sometimes causes erections, but I simply endure the pain…
Apologies for rambling; I just wanted to share my experience. So far (now that we’ve found the best fit combination), the only issue has been dryness on my shaft skin after five straight days, particularly around the head when she removed it Saturday. I suspect leftover soap from inadequate rinsing might be to blame? This week, I plan applying a bit of baby oil to the head and shaft with cotton swabs after washing.
We are now in week three, and I am securely locked. Release is not expected until at least this coming Saturday. She adores this new teasing game she invented; while it’s quite painful for me to play along, she is building a ‘rule book’ based on her preferences and interesting discoveries online.
I’m starting to question what has become of myself… I certainly brought this upon my own head, but I must admit—I am loving the renewed relationship values chastity teaches. I see why some KH (kept husbands) and other chastity sites recommend an initial lock-up period of at least three weeks for a man to truly grasp what it means to be chaste—and unfortunately so does she… Honestly, my attitude shifts when I’m free, and she is beginning to warn me that if my behavior doesn’t change, freedom will vanish.
P.S. Five days can make one Very Sensitive! I also plan to try a numbing spray next time so I might last longer for her… (If there is a next time—I only lasted two minutes; I am ashamed of myself—but I couldn’t walk properly for half an hour either, WOW!).
Tuesday night of the third week: I made a dreadful mistake. She announced she was taking a shower and wanted me to join, but when I asked if that’s what she wanted, she said no! Boy, was I wrong! After her shower, she informed me I had misread her signals and was now in trouble. The penalty? One week added to my release date, plus an immediate service call.
I explained that I still don’t fully understand female logic but apologized profusely. She replied that by the end of this chastity journey, I will completely grasp it all: “Now Shut Up and Get Busy!”
At work, I provided her lover with an orgasm and thought my duties were done. Little did I know she made me sit back down and warned not to touch Anything as she began the most incredible strip tease dance just inches from my face. Stripped naked, she went down on me, sucking my balls into her mouth while playing a vibrator against them. She instructed me to fetch her remaining toys and watch how she used them for pleasure. As creamy juices flowed between her legs, I was only allowed to observe. My restricted erection felt harder than concrete; I swear my testicles turned blue and vanished from existence. She checked them, laughed at my predicament, and declared this would happen every night for the coming week!
I realized then that I had compounded my error by betting her she couldn’t last the entire additional week without ‘the real thing.’ Her response: “Bet? Now get down here and lick again.” This time, I labored for 45 minutes using her toys on her—licking, rubbing, petting—all to produce moans. I knew I had driven her to one of her most intense orgasms yet! She confirmed it.
After she recovered, she explained the terms: For every time she unlocks my device before that extra week is up, I receive ten dollars from her. Conversely, for every whine or request to be let out, I pay her ten bucks. The game begins!
I walked her to the car as she left for work. Writing about our adventures so far promised fun, little did I know it would keep me hard while composing this text and with her away at night (she works graveyard shifts). I think she knew exactly what writing would do to me; opening the car door, she gave me one of the most erotic kisses ever and told me to get back to working on our story!
*A SPECIAL NOTE TOLD TO ME BY HER: To all men—Chastity is
it’s a fantastic method for discovering how to genuinely cherish and value the amazing lady you’d normally overlook if not for chastity (she asked me to mention that this suits every woman!). Tonight I picked up another new fact: forty-five minutes was easy for her! She only made me pause when she did because it was almost time for her head off to work. Do share your thoughts. This isn’t just a story; I feel like an incredibly fortunate fellow having such a lovely partner in my life!! (aiming for points here).. (I can hear the saying now: another week). Cheers