Today, I wanted to begin a little differently. Now that we’re halfway through the competition, I felt it was the right moment to pause and reflect on the past fifteen days.
Aside from the initial adjustments—like finding the right cage, which I probably should have sorted out beforehand—there have been several aspects of this experience that have been truly eye-opening. Throughout the competition, I’ve been genuinely happy and excited. After spending so much time away from the lifestyle, participating in something like this feels incredibly freeing. I had forgotten how much joy there is in exploring parts of myself that have been buried for so long—desires that make me feel alive and open the door to my own universe.
Shame and lack of confidence have never been easy battles for me. I tend to set unrealistically high standards for myself, and when I fall short… well, welcome to Shame Town. If you had asked me three years ago whether I’d want to be in chastity with sixteen other men for one Mistress, I would have laughed and said, “You really don’t know me, do you?”
But I’ve been picking at those old scabs for a while now—questioning the limits I set for myself in response to trauma and negativity, and uncovering qualities and dreams that I kept hidden in my shadow. Reaching a point where you know you’re ready to put yourself out there again is both wonderful and exhilarating. Sensible vulnerability is simply the price of admission.
Initially, I joined this competition to test myself—to get a glimpse of who I am within the lifestyle. Do I even have what it takes? Am I disciplined enough to follow through? Most of my past chastity play was short-term, used mainly to heighten arousal before an eventual release. In those self-centered fantasies, I was wanted, claimed, and owned.
What I didn’t realize was how much I was missing. Experiencing real chastity combined with real human interaction has shifted something fundamental in me. Porn appeals to me less and less each day. This past week, I’ve wrestled with that realization—I wanted porn to hit the way it used to, but the truth is that following Mistress Ashley’s rules, guidelines, surprises, and corrections is far more exciting than anything porn gave me. On top of that, I genuinely enjoy trying to do my best and going the extra mile for her amusement!
Day 15 (Almost)
Before we even reached Day 15, Mistress Ashley posted a message in the group:
“I’m going to post another update on Fet. Your project this time is to decorate your cage and send me a photo. Get creative—pipe cleaners, ornaments, whatever you can find. Make it pretty!”
I was thrilled. My mind immediately went into overdrive brainstorming ideas. I knew I wanted to attempt a banana split theme—something playful—with LED lights and ribbon worked in somehow.
So off I went on an adventurous (and slightly treacherous) ice-covered trip to Dollar General to gather supplies. Unfortunately, the banana split concept turned into an absolute disaster. Whipped cream everywhere. Melting fast from the warmth of the house. Cherry syrup all over me. And the chocolate drizzle? Let’s just say I forgot to peel off the seal—and by the time I realized it, the moment was already gone.
To make matters worse, I didn’t quite have the time—or the experience—to juggle operating my phone, adjusting the lighting, positioning my caged cock on a plate, and holding an awkward squat that had my legs shaking… all while surrounded by whipped cream and cherries. It was chaos.
Still, I managed to capture a few decent shots.
After cleaning up that entire fiasco, I regrouped and went in a different direction. I decorated my cage with LED lights and tied a purple ribbon around it. Those photos turned out beautifully—and to my delight, they ended up being Mistress Ashley’s favorites.
Before I knew it, bidding had opened again for Round Five, along with a fresh set of rules—and just like that, the competition surged forward once more.
Round 5 Rule Changes:
- Please use a metronome app set to 75 beats per minute to play in the background of the video.
- Please record an additional 5 seconds post edging.
- *ALL submissions must go directly to me. I will forward them to the group upon my acceptance of the submission. *
- 24 hour submission times will be strictly enforced. Any submission or redo not in that time will receive no points for the round.
If you have bankrupted:
- Minimum bid is 75 strokes.
- You will complete your edging session with 3 clothes pins on your left ball.
- Application and removal of the clothes pins shall be part of your edging submission video.
If you are at or under 300 points but have NOT bankrupted:
- Minimum bid is 100 strokes.
- You will complete your edging session with one clothespin to be placed on the left ball.
- Application and removal of the clothes pin shall be part of your edging submission video.
If you are over 300 points:
- Minimum bid is 150 strokes.
- First place has a 25 stroke minimum increase from the previous rounds bid.
I really love that the rules get updated every round—it keeps everything fresh and gives us something new to look forward to. What immediately caught my attention this time was the metronome speed: 75 BPM. This is what I mean. Last round it increased from 60 to 65, but now it jumped all the way to 75. Sinister!
Given the increase, I decided to stick with my previous bid of 250 and sent my pledge to Mistress Ashley.
The cold brush of winter has swept across much of the country. Vibrant red cardinals, woodpeckers, squirrels, frozen screen doors and windshields… cold metal cages and horny guys. What a combination. Literally locked in.
Before I fully woke up, I lingered in a blissfully frustrated, horny haze—humping and grinding against the bed. My balls felt heavier, my cock aching for touch. When I finally came to, I felt surprisingly refreshed, like I’d actually had a great night’s sleep—the best way to start a morning. I made my coffee, filled the bird feeders for our hungry guests, sent in my morning check-in verification photo, and decided to spend the day doing some light cleaning and laundry. Nothing too serious 🙂
When bidding closed, the edging session was officially upon us—and I didn’t need to be told twice. I eagerly removed the cage, put it back together as a habit, set it aside, and prepared to record my verification video.
Despite how horny I’d felt earlier, my penis suddenly wasn’t in the mood. Recording myself stroking always comes with a bit of nervousness, which I’ve actually grown to appreciate during this competition—it keeps me from getting too carried away. This time, though, it was different. I struggled to get fully erect. There were brief moments where I felt completely engorged, but they came in spaced-out waves over the four minutes and thirty seconds it took me to complete 250+ strokes.
Honestly, I probably should’ve bid 300. I’m still getting to know myself when it comes to counting strokes, and I know others likely went for 350 or more. Oh well—I'll get them next time 😄
After sending the video to Mistress Ashley and checking the skin where the cage sits, I treated myself to a hot, steamy shower—which felt incredible in this weather. The heat sank into my muscles as I closed my eyes and let my body fully relax. I may have stayed in a bit longer than usual, but when I stepped out, I felt like a new man.
That’s when things got interesting.
I only had fifteen minutes to re-lock and send a verification photo, but when I went to take the cage apart for cleaning, I realized the lock was stuck—and the key wouldn’t go all the way in. Cue my perverted brain: What if this had happened while it was still locked on me?
The thought was equal parts exciting and terrifying, sending a quick shot of adrenaline through my bloodstream. Mmm… what a turn-on. My imagination ran wild—scenarios ranging from playfully cruel to full CNC flashed through my mind.
Eventually, I managed to remove the faulty lock, cleaned the cage, and grabbed a replacement from my ever-growing collection of cages, locks, and keys acquired over the years. I ended up about ten minutes late, but I sent in my re-lock verification photo along with a message to Mistress Ashley, apologizing and explaining what had happened.
She was super cool about it, which immediately put my mind at ease.
To be continued…
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