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…