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30 Days Lock Up (Day Eight)

2 days ago. Monday, January 19, 2026 at 7:50 AM

My eighth day in chastity has been nothing short of frustrating. My balls feel full and heavy, and my sack looks plump—almost inflated. I expected the ache to be constant by now, but instead it comes and goes throughout the day. I can be doing the most unsexy, mundane task and suddenly the ache hits out of nowhere.

That unpredictability makes it challenging, because the ache has become a trigger. It reminds me of my status, which in turn turns me on. As long as I stay focused on whatever I’m doing, I can let it fade into the background. Still, there are moments when I feel a drop—or several—of precum leaking out, another reminder of my predicament. Being locked, denied, and made to drip while staying frustrated and horny has been a fantasy of mine for a very long time, so the trigger is especially powerful.

Sundays are usually my self-care days. I started the morning peacefully, taking some time to be alone with myself—drinking coffee and contemplating life and the universe. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I spent some time meal prepping and did some light, casual cleaning around the house, adjusting the cage from time to time.

It does feel a bit easier wearing this cage again since the last time I switched. There are still a few sore spots, but nothing concerning at this stage. My skin seems to be toughening up down there, which is a relief. Not having to worry about changing cages again feels good, though I won’t celebrate too early—I’ll wait and see how things progress.

Since the last edging session, there have been some changes to the rules:

Round 3 Rule Changes:

Speed will be enforced this round. Please use a metronome app set to 60 beats per minute playing in the background of the video.
Please record an additional five seconds post-edging.
Point-Based Requirements:

At or under 100 total points:

Minimum bid: 45 strokes
Edging session will be completed with three clothespins on the balls: one on the left, one on the right, and one between them.
Application and removal of the clothespins must be included in the submission video.
Over 100 points but under 200:

Minimum bid: 60 strokes
One clothespin placed on the left ball, with application and removal included in the video.
Over 200 points:

Minimum bid: 100 strokes
First place has a mandatory 15-stroke increase from the previous round’s bid.
Consider your bids wisely.

Bidding opened at 5 p.m. on Sunday, and since I’m no longer in first place, I placed the minimum bid of 100 strokes for the upcoming edging session based on my current point total. With the new rules in place, I’m incredibly excited to touch the little general again—but I really don’t want to lose control and bankrupt all my points.

To be continued.

30 Days Lock Up (Day Six)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Seven)

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Seven)

4 days ago. Saturday, January 17, 2026 at 12:53 PM

Friday was finally here. One full week had passed since the competition started, and I couldn’t believe how much had happened. More importantly, I had made it an entire week locked—with no orgasm. I was living my chastity fantasy, and it had genuinely contributed to my overall happiness. Even with all the challenges and frustrations, it added a sense of meaning, and that mattered more than I expected. I couldn’t wait to experience more of this lifestyle and, one day, incorporate chastity into a dynamic not to mention, the new scores were released!

Rankings
(Numbers represent points earned / total possible points)

1. T — 120 / 220
2. Pnuema — 115 / 215
3. S — 115 / 215
4. S — 115 / 215
5. D — 160 / 210
6. P — 100 / 170
7. C — 100 / 150
8. T — 80 / 150
9. J — 56 / 120
10. B — 45 / 105
11. M — 50 / 100
12. J — 50 / 85
13. L — 50 / 80
14. M — 45 / 75
15. R — 65 / 65
16. J — 30 / 55

I came in second place! well I wish I came but yea... 😁 I’m both relieved and surprised. That means I don’t have to add fifteen more strokes to my previous 115, which gives me a bit more freedom. Overall, I’m really happy with where I stand in the competition—but as each day passes and the arousal builds, I can’t help but wonder how much longer I can take.

I was also incredibly excited because I had a three-day weekend ahead of me, with Martin Luther King Jr. Day being observed on Monday. I was ecstatic. I pushed hard all day at work, which helped make dealing with the cage more tolerable—having a fire under me kept me focused—though that same intensity also made the cage a bit less comfortable than usual.

After work, I had plans to go out for drinks and food with a couple of friends. We always have a blast together, and it gave me a chance to dress up and be social. Who knows—maybe I’d even find “the one” one of these times.

I took a half-hour nap, then shaved and showered. Cleaning the cage in the shower has been the easiest method by far. The soap lather can work its way underneath, and I carefully use my fingers to reach certain spots. I also grab the cage and slowly, act as if I'm stroking my penis with the cage on to cause some friction for cleaning and spread the soap around. Rinsing is my favorite part. I point the shower head directly at the cage—the water feels incredible on my balls, and the streams that slip through the gaps tease and tingle my cock, sometimes provoking an uncomfortable erection. I couldn’t help it, but I only focused on that sensation for a brief second—maybe a second too long. Still, the erection didn’t last. I got serious about cleaning and distracted myself.

Getting ready didn’t take long since I already knew what I was wearing: blue jeans, beige boots, and my favorite Tool shirt. After applying lotion, I was on my way.

Going out with my friends didn’t disappoint. We had an amazing time. The drinks and food were well made, the company was great, and the vibe was relaxed and comfortable. People were pleasant to talk to, and I felt carefree. Our server was fantastic—completely on top of everything—which made the whole experience seamless. I was barely aware of the cage, except for the many trips to the restroom. Luckily, the men’s room usually has an open stall since most people use the urinals, which works out perfectly for me.

The night went on for hours. When I got home sometime after 2 a.m., I walked straight to my room, stripped, and collapsed onto my bed. I checked the group messages—there were plenty—and saw an instruction from Mistress Ashley requesting a verification photo. She also shared her plan to make a collage of locked penises on FetLife and explained what kind of photos she wanted sent to her directly.

I made the mistake of laying my head back “just for a second.”

I woke up a few hours later, and the very first thought that hit me was that I’d forgotten to send my verification photo. I was wide awake now. After changing cages, I sent in my morning check-in photo and immediately messaged Mistress Ashley to apologize for missing the earlier instruction. She appreciated the apology and said she hoped everything was okay. When I explained what happened, she replied, “Relatable lol,” which made me chuckle.

She then asked about my experience changing cages and how my healing was going. It was such a nice conversation to have. I felt close and cared for, and our exchanges have always been smooth and easy. I don’t know much about her yet, but so far she’s been nothing short of amazing—organized, lighthearted, and kind—which I truly appreciate.

To be continued…

30 Days Lock Up (Day Six)

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Six)

4 days ago. Saturday, January 17, 2026 at 10:12 AM

Day six began in the middle of the night, when a painful erection woke me up. I was instantly, overwhelmingly horny—my hips moving, humping and thrusting slowly as my thoughts spiraled around the pressure on my cock, the discomfort I’d been enduring, and how frustrated and exhausted I felt. I was emotional, aching, and incredibly aroused all at once. I could feel precum escaping, running down and over my balls. Sometimes, I really could do without the masochist in me.

After fighting the erection for about fifteen minutes, I finally managed to fall back asleep. Waking up in the morning with my hands on my balls is becoming more frequent. I followed my usual morning routine and headed out for the day.

Work wasn’t without its challenges, but I’m starting to get the hang of it—even though the cage is becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The space between the ring and the tube really needs to be redesigned, and the curved ring somehow creates more pressure on the top of my penis, which has caused some edema. I’ve been constantly adjusting it to help fluids circulate better, and that struggle has been far more impactful than I expected.

Most of the bruised feeling has faded, though not entirely, so I think I’ll hold off a bit longer before changing cages again. For the rest of the day, thoughts of “being locked” surfaced from time to time, and I kept making adjustments to the cage.

I’ve noticed that I’m becoming increasingly sensitive to the way women speak around me. By that, I mean their tone and their gaze have taken on a new significance—especially when they ask me to do something. They aren’t behaving any differently, but I’m perceiving it differently. My body, and especially my cock, seems hyper-aware of authority in their language, tone, and demeanor.

I’ve always been able to recognize those cues in everyday life, but they’ve never affected me like this before. Now, the response is immediate and powerful—an exhilarating arousal that comes in waves, spreading throughout my entire body. Other than that, it was another good day in chastity :)

I can’t believe it’s almost been a week. I’m so proud of myself!

To be continued…

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Five)

6 days ago. Thursday, January 15, 2026 at 6:04 PM

Despite finally getting a full seven hours of sleep last night, I woke up more exhausted than I have on any other day of this competition. Everything felt hazy. I woke up a couple of times during the night to use the restroom, adjusted my cage, and drifted back to sleep.

When I finally woke up for good, I checked for irritation, bruising, or broken skin. There was still a lingering bruised sensation, but nothing unmanageable. What did disappoint me was some swelling between the ring and the cage. The skin looked puffy and slightly bulged—not painful or tender to the touch. Having dealt with edema before, I knew fluid was trapped beneath the skin. I carefully adjusted the cage to allow more room and improve circulation. I had really hoped this cage would be trouble-free, especially considering how comfortable it felt overall. Still, it wasn’t severe enough to cause real concern.

I sent my verification photo, applied lotion, had breakfast, and headed out to start the day.

Work was a struggle, much like the days before. I felt a bit paranoid—for lack of a better word—carrying a secret like this with me. Sometimes during casual banter with a coworker, thoughts would suddenly pop into my head: Oh my god, I’m caged and they have no idea. Or What if…? Or worse—Oh no, I’m getting hard. lol stupid xD

After work, on my way to the gym, I stopped at CVS to see if I could find a better lotion. There had been some talk about Eucerin in the group earlier that day, and I’ve used it before—I can definitely vouch for it. But then I spotted “Triple Repair” by La Roche-Posay. It sounded perfect, exactly what I needed. I grabbed that, plus a Eucerin product as a backup or for overnight use since their formulas tend to be thicker.

Working out at the gym wasn’t much trouble. I did find myself wondering if anyone else there might also be wearing a chastity device without anyone knowing. The fantasy of running into my dream domme at the gym isn’t new for me, but with the cage on, it crept into my mind even more. It was frustrating—and fun—at the same time.

When I got home, Mistress Ashley had closed the bidding, and the 24-hour edging window was officially open. Seeing the message “EDGING STARTS NOW” in the group made me instantly hard in my cage, but I decided to wait until bedtime.

I already had a playlist in mind—something slow, dark, red-toned, with glistening reflections of leather and temptation. I adjusted the heat, dimmed the lights, and undressed. There I stood, naked except for my cage, buzzing with anticipation. I was excited to finally take it off and touch myself again—to feel that slippery, tingling sensation along my shaft, to edge and drip. Alongside my nerves about filming myself, I was anxious about whether I could last long enough.

Once the cage came off, it felt like I had gained an extra lung. The relief was incredible—rubbing, squeezing, stretching, pulling on my cock and balls. The only comparison I can make is the relief of finally scratching that tiny, unreachable itch on your back. Pure release.

It didn’t take long for a rock-hard erection to rise, accompanied by a flash of bruised sensation. I didn’t waste any time. I applied lube generously and started counting my strokes, filming with my phone in my left hand. Getting the right angle was more challenging than expected. I kept my eyes open and focused on my strokes, trying not to lose control. I was extremely horny, yet my erection didn’t feel as hard as I expected—probably because I was juggling too many things at once. That actually worked in my favor, helping me avoid getting too excited.

Still, I kept losing count. I think I restarted three or four times, which means I definitely went well over 115 strokes. Every so often, uncontrollable waves of arousal would hit, and I’d feel myself swell to my absolute limit. If I had given in, I would’ve finished long before the end. Instead, I did my best—however imperfectly—to balance staying hard without going overboard. My balls ached regardless, growing heavier by the minute.

In the end, I made it through. I uploaded the video, took a quick shower, re-locked, posted my verification photo, and finally went to sleep.

To be continued...

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Four)

1 week ago. Tuesday, January 13, 2026 at 9:21 PM

By the time I was ready to go to bed last night, the cage had started to feel genuinely uncomfortable. There were a couple of spots that were very sore, and parts of the base of my penis felt bruised to the touch. I’m assuming this was caused by my cock trying to get hard and pressing against the base ring. The discomfort was concerning enough that I reached out to Mistress Ashley and explained what I was experiencing.

She asked whether I’d had similar issues with this cage before and whether I had an alternative base ring. She also suggested that applying lotion might help soothe the irritated areas. This cage had been very comfortable for short-term wear, which is why I chose it for the competition, but I realized I hadn’t properly tested it for extended use. I mentioned that I owned another cage, and she asked if I would be comfortable switching.

I explained that I’d ordered this cage from a company that specializes in metal chastity devices and also produces 3D-printed test cages to help dial in sizing. I told her I’d try the other cage and report back.

Putting on the second cage was easy—I’m a fucking pro at this by now. I know exactly where to pull and push to keep the skin from getting pinched. It took me about four minutes to get into the new cage, and the difference was immediate. It was noticeably lighter and far more comfortable. I honestly didn’t expect that, especially since this was just a test cage and the previous one was a KINK3D. Somehow, this one fit me much better. It's just not the prettiest cage you've seen.

I let Mistress Ashley know that I felt significantly more comfortable in the new cage and that the ring sat slightly farther forward, avoiding the sore spots entirely. She told me I was welcome to use it, provided I submitted a verification photo to the group.

“Yes, Mistress,” was all I needed to say—and it felt strange. It had been a long time since I’d called someone “Mistress.” Using just “Yes, Mistress” felt far more personal than saying “Yes, Mistress Ashley.”

My cock settled perfectly into its new home. Everything about this test cage had been measured and refined multiple times, and it showed. I felt more secure, more contained, and pulling out felt nearly impossible. As the thought of being imprisoned by a loving, cruel Mistress took hold, I felt my balls begin to ache. My sack felt fuller—almost heavier—and I noticed I had less control over my erection.

Usually, I can distract myself, but this time the erection wouldn’t fade. I was unbearably horny and felt more sexually helpless than before as a few drops of pre-cum escaped. I wanted to clean it up, but gently rubbing those drops in small circular motions with my fingertips against the sensitive skin bulging from the cage felt incredible. A shiver ran through my entire body as all my energy seemed to rush straight to my groin. Once again, I was completely at the mercy of what my body was doing. The arousal intensified, the discomfort lingered, and time stretched into what felt like a brief eternity.

Eventually, I managed to relax and fall asleep. I don’t remember waking from any cage-related discomfort, which felt like a good sign, though I only slept a few hours before waking fully alert. My sleep has been off for four days now, and my theory is that the competition has something to do with it 😝

Going to work today was less challenging. I still had to occasionally reposition the cage—especially around coworkers, who are about 90% female—but it was far more manageable. I could actually see myself wearing a cage to work every day in the future, as part of a lifestyle.

The dull ache in my balls has grown more persistent, sometimes stronger than others. I’m noticing that my brain has started associating nearly everything related to the competition with Mistress Ashley. When I’m horny or aching, she enters my thoughts involuntarily. It’s an intense turn-on and makes me realize how much I miss being in a D/s relationship. I’m genuinely enjoying this competition and having my orgasms controlled—it feels like something I actually need in my life.

This entire experience has also been a huge boost to my confidence, which I think comes from showing up consistently and practicing discipline every day. It’s all about small victories.

On the evening of day four, Mistress Ashley opened bidding for the upcoming edging session. Since I had no real choice, I bid 115 strokes—though I briefly considered bidding 120 to break a tie and free up the other two contestants. I even entertained the idea of getting them to bribe me. Just idle thoughts, really. I knew none of them would sacrifice points for another contestant.

Still, I’m genuinely worried about the edging session. I’m already so aroused that I’m not sure how much more I can take—but it seems being cycled through is inevitable!

To be continued...

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Three)

1 week ago. Monday, January 12, 2026 at 7:23 PM

Day three started early. I was so exhausted the night before that I passed out around 6:30 p.m. and woke up at 2:30 a.m. I slept hard—so hard that, surprisingly, I didn’t wake up even once. That alone felt like a small victory: no painful middle-of-the-night awakening. My cock must have been exhausted too 🙂

I used to love being awake at night after everyone else had gone to sleep. There’s something magical and calming about it—the silence, the privacy, that extra layer of secrecy. Especially as a kinky teen who was always terrified of getting caught. I could lock my door, sure, but when you’re self-bound in a hogtie with a gag in your mouth, a knock on the door is nothing short of full-blown panic 😂

As an adult, though, I rarely stay up super late anymore. A good night’s sleep is just too important. I can always feel the difference the next day: grumpy, impatient, and making more mistakes than usual. I hoped I could fall back asleep, but despite multiple internal lectures and pep talks, there was absolutely no chance. I was wide awake.

Talk about temptation.
The night was mine!

All I wanted to do was watch or read femdom porn, play with my cage, stroke myself until I was dripping with frustration—moaning, grunting, whimpering—only to have every attempted erection tightly squeezed and denied by the cage. I was heading down a dangerous path.

What helped—and somehow turned me on even more—was knowing that there was now a dominant woman on the other side of this equation. Someone I had submitted to under the competition’s rules and terms. That thought grounded me. It made me determined to honor the commitment I’d made. I read only a paragraph of naughtily arranged words before stopping myself and deliberately changing course.

Distraction time.

I lit some candles, put on a TV show, and started cleaning. Navigating house chores while caged—and trying to avoid movements or angles that caused pinching and pressure—proved to be quite the learning curve. Before I knew it, 5:00 a.m. rolled around, and it was time to get ready for work.

I hadn’t gone to work caged in ages, so I took one of the keys with me just in case of an emergency. I sent my cage verification photo to the group, applied a generous amount of lotion to minimize friction, and headed out.

Work was… challenging. The cage kept pinching, and trying to adjust it through my pants only made things worse. After a couple of bathroom trips, I realized that if I kept running off to fix it, I’d never finish my shift. So I spent the day scanning for opportunities to discreetly reach into my underwear and fix the damn thing. When I finally managed to do it right—pure heaven 😂

There were a few uncomfortable moments, but overall, I made it through without crying.

On my way home, my phone started blowing up with notifications from the group. The frequency was more aggressive than usual, so I figured something was up. When I finally checked, I saw that Mistress Ashley had posted the points from the last edging session.

And then I saw the results.

Round 1 Results:

Pneuma — 100
T — 100
S — 100
P — 70
T — 70
B — 60
D — 60
C — 50
P — 50
J — 45
J — 35
L — 30
M— 30
J — 25

…Are you FUCKING kidding me?!

A three-way tie.
With my name on top.

I absolutely did not want to be on top, because now all three of us have to increase our stroke count by at least 15 from our previous pledge each time. Which means—unless and until we go bankrupt—we’ll be doing over 250 strokes by the end of the month.

Yup. Totally fucked.
sobs

To be continued…

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Two)

1 week ago. Sunday, January 11, 2026 at 6:42 PM

When I was about to step into the shower before heading out to last night’s comedy show, I had this strange sensation—like I still had my underwear on. It turned out to be nothing more than my body adjusting to the presence of the contraption.

The show itself was fantastic. David Koechner absolutely killed it. Naturally, my friends managed to get us seats right next to the stage. They had even planned to order a birthday shot for me to put me on the spot, but apparently Dave had canceled that policy for his show. Still, during the set he high-fived me after noticing my shaved head, which was hilarious. It was a whole thing—you really had to be there.

Contrary to how I thought I’d react, I spent most of the night completely in the moment, just having fun. I barely noticed the cage at all, which was a relief. I had dressed carefully to allow a little extra room, and it paid off.

After the show, we took refuge in the nearest Applebee’s for some food. Our waitress immediately caught my eye—a young woman with a very striking figure, an incredibly form-fitting uniform, a splash of attitude, and piercing eyes. She definitely stirred something in me.

By the time I got home, it was after midnight. I should have been at least a little tired, but I was buzzing with pent-up energy and didn’t fall asleep until around 4 a.m. I woke up at 7:30 to check the group messages. Mistress Ashley had closed the blind bidding for the edging session, which meant it was finally time to record myself stroking my pledge—though not before sending one of the day’s cage check-in photos.

I decided to play some erotic tantric music in the background because I was more nervous than I expected. Sending a video of myself stroking in a group full of men is so not me. Honestly, I’ve never seen so many guys stroke and actually count their strokes with them!—it was surreal and kind of funny. I truly thought it would bother me much more than it did, for reasons I won’t get into here, but surprisingly, it didn’t.

I’m really there to test myself and have fun along the way. I want to see how well I can follow directions and control myself for future reference. I also wanted to put myself out there, be open to new experiences, and just be more open in general.

It took a few tries—and much longer than I anticipated—to relax and allow the arousal to build, but I eventually submitted my pledge successfully without finishing. So far, I’ve only seen one other person reach 100 strokes, and I’m hoping I don’t end up in first place. Otherwise, I’d have no choice but to increase my pledge by 15 strokes each time from my previous count. Evil.

After sending the video, I took advantage of the one-hour window to touch up my shaving, shower, and check for any scars, bruises, or signs of damage. The area that had been tender had scabbed over nicely, and everything looked good. There were a few red lines near the base ring that I’m keeping an eye on, but nothing seems serious so far. My balls ached briefly in the shower—not like full-blown blue balls—but I can definitely feel it building.

For the rest of the day, I went about my business with little trouble from the cage. I hope it continues this way, because tomorrow will be my first day at work wearing it. Being able to navigate a full workday with it on feels like the next major challenge.

To be continued...

Notes:
Noticed a slight increase in energy.

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30 Days Lock Up (Day One)

1 week ago. Saturday, January 10, 2026 at 4:53 PM

On the first morning of the competition, I woke up with an immediate, simultaneous, daunting realization: I was caged! for real this time!

Surprisingly, it didn’t feel nearly as sore as I had expected after another night of sleep. Applying lotion every few hours seems to have made a huge difference.

I woke up a few times during the night to use the bathroom, which relieved a decent amount of pressure and helped the attempted erections subside. Thankfully, my long-standing habit of peeing while sitting has made this adjustment pretty manageable. I just need to reposition the cage from time to time to make sure everything lines up properly.

Each time, I drifted back to sleep smiling, settled into my usual dead-man pose with a pillow under my knee—one of the most comfortable positions for me when I’m caged.

As soon as I woke up for the day, I checked the groups and saw that Mistress Ashley had already given instructions. We were to submit a verification chastity check-in photo, along with a private message containing our bids for how many strokes we’d pledge to the upcoming edging session.

There are two separate groups for the event: one for photos and videos, and another for comments, questions, and general chat. Everyone seems pleasant so far, and the overall sense of commitment makes the experience feel even more exciting.

After fumbling with the lighting in my half-asleep state and sending off my photo, I decided to pledge 100 strokes. I’ve never actually had to estimate how many strokes it takes to make me cum, so it was a bit of a wild guess. One of the rules states that edging will be done at around 60 strokes per minute unless specified otherwise, so I practiced with a clock before the competition began. Based on that, 100 strokes felt like a safe bet—at least for now. We’ll see how that plays out.

Since being locked up yesterday, I’ve been doing my best to stay “pure,” though I’m quickly realizing how challenging it is to avoid arousing content. Sometimes it’s not even about being turned on—just boredom. Despite how intensely arousing this entire experience is, I’m trying to limit erections inside the cage to avoid any potential damage. That said, the moment the lock clicked, my brain immediately became extra perverted, so this restraint is proving to be a challenge in more ways than one. I kind of feel like a slut 😄

I’m heading to a stand-up comedy show this evening. From experience, I know there will be plenty of good-looking women there, dressed in all sorts of outfits.

See what I mean about my perverted brain? It’s already firing up again…

Anyway—to be continued 🙂

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30 days lock up (Training Days 6-9)

1 week ago. Friday, January 9, 2026 at 6:50 PM

Day Six:

After a full day and two nights of rest, I felt a mix of excitement and hesitation about getting back into the cage. I’ve been applying aloe oil to soothe the area, but the spot at the base is still sore, and there are visible broken blood vessels near the tail where the ring sits. I definitely caused more damage than I initially realized, and it’s clear that my body isn’t healing as quickly as it once did.

Still, I wanted to cautiously test whether I could wear the cage again. After 1 hour, 21 minutes, and 7 seconds, it became obvious that I needed more time to heal. It’s frustrating, but pushing it now would only make things worse. This really sucks.

Day Seven:

Yet another day of rest. I feel disappointed, a bit ashamed, and honestly like an idiot. I can’t believe I did this knowing from the start that getting used to the cage would be difficult. It feels like I sabotaged myself. At this point, I estimate it will take at least a few more days to fully heal, which likely means I won’t get another real chance to practice. I’m not feeling very confident that I can complete this competition exactly as intended—but I’ve decided that even if I can’t physically wear the cage, I’ll wear one mentally and continue the event that way.

Day Eight:

Continuing the healing process.

Day Nine(1/9/26):

I can barely feel any soreness now. I’m almost 100% ready to start wearing the cage again.

Mistress Ash, who is hosting the event, has set up our group on Telegram and is getting everything organized. So far, there are 27 of us.

Here are the complete rules for the competition:

RULES

CHASTITY:
⦿ Each of you will remain locked in a chastity cage for the duration of the competition.
⦿ The competition will last for 30 days.
⦿ While locked, each of you shall post time stamped photos to the verifications group of their locked cage to the verifications group twice per day and upon my demand.

BIDDING:
⦿ At least two days per week, I will announce an edging day in the pinned messages of the Verification chat.
⦿ Prior to each edging session, each of you will send me a private message directly to me with your pledge stating how many edging strokes you will complete. Your bids are not to be shared with the group. All bids will be blind to others in the group.
⦿ All bids are due before midnight on the day prior to the edging day.
⦿ Your bids will be in increments of five.
⦿ The minimum number of strokes that you will pledge is 25 strokes.

EDGING:
⦿ Each of you will post a time stamped video of your edging sessions in the Verifications chat group.
⦿ You will use lube while edging.
⦿ Edging will be done at around 60 strokes per minute, unless I specify otherwise.
⦿ One edging stroke is counted as one full up and down stroke.
⦿ Once you begin your edging session has begun, you will continue until you complete all of the strokes you have pledged.
⦿ Each successfully completed edging stroke = 1 point.
⦿ Scoring will be cumulative for the duration of the competition..
⦿ If any of you orgasms while edging, he bankrupts all of his accumulated points and starts the next session with zero points.
⦿ I will track all of the points of the contestants and share them after each edging session is completed.

ADDITIONAL RULES:
⦿ Contestants may have up to 60 minutes after completing an edging session to relock to shower and clean as needed

⦿ If you are in first place, your next bid must increase by at least 15 strokes from your previous bid.
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⦿ Sudden Death in the event of a tie for first place: The tied contestants will be locked for 24 hours and you will complete an edging session of my choice the following day.

⦿ Ties for last place will result in the punishment of all those tied for last place.

⦿ The punishment for last place will be a dozen clothespins placed on your cock.

My lockup started at 5:38 PM on January 9th. Time stamped verification photo has already been sent! I’m feeling excited and nervous at the same time. I applied lotion to reduce friction and plan to reapply it as needed to make the adjustment easier. My last orgasm was the morning of the 9th.

Oh boy… here we go. It is OFFICIAL!