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30 Days Lock Up (Days 16, 17, 18)

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Where My Compass First Tilted

1 week ago. Friday, February 6, 2026 at 3:04 PM

I’m not entirely sure where it all began.

I believe my mother had a great deal to do with it. She worked relentlessly while doing her best to keep me grounded whenever I strayed. She guided me and held me accountable as much as she could. Still, I was a handful—an only child growing up in a deeply patriarchal environment where men seemed to face no real structure, limits, or consequences.

My father, on the other hand, introduced me to philosophy. Our conversations revolved around love, humility, nature, and life itself—what was, or what might exist, behind the veil. He would sing me poems and stories from Ferdowsi, Saadi Shirazi, Molana, and Abu Ali Ibn Sina. Then we would sit together and reflect, talking about meaning, elegance, and what it meant to be unconditionally happy regardless of what life throws at you. We spoke like two best friends, with nothing hidden and all our cards on the table.

Another part of my story may come from the imbalance I felt within myself. Masculinity was forced into every corner of the society I lived in, and I sensed that something essential was missing. There was no space for the feminine qualities within me to exist, let alone develop.

Having friends who were all boys taught me a lot—mostly about what I didn’t want to become. I witnessed ignorance, entitlement, and behavior that went completely unchecked. There were no guiding hands shaping these boys; they ran wild, feeding chaos. Being cruel to girls—catcalling them with humiliating language—was socially acceptable. Many boys and men did it without a second thought, often without knowing any better.
To me, “boys will be boys” became an excuse for some fathers to abandon responsibility altogether. Going against that norm was isolating. Refusing to participate often meant rejection.

What struck me even more was how many girls and women responded positively to those disrespectful advances—not because they welcomed them, but because it seemed like the only way to have any connection with men at all. Such encounters were so normalized that few people were surprised by them anymore.

My interactions with women, however, were very different. They had learned how to navigate this extreme patriarchy with awareness and skill. I felt understood by them in a way I never did with men. I wasn’t a “manly” man by society’s standards. I was softer, and I saw no advantage in behaving like the other males around me.

Younger girls rarely interested me; many felt emotionally immature, and after a brief conversation it became clear we were on entirely different wavelengths. Gradually, I found myself drawn to the company of older women. With them, I could have deep, meaningful conversations. That was when I realized how powerful it was to connect mentally, without sex being the focal point. Sex felt tainted to me. Even as a virgin, I wasn’t particularly interested in the act itself. I enjoyed the sensation of arousal, but what I truly longed for was female companionship.

I was fascinated by women’s perspectives. I had so little exposure to genuine female companionship and knew almost nothing about how women thought or what they truly wanted. Outside my family, it was rare to see women openly state their desires. I wanted to witness that—to experience it firsthand. I learned to notice the subtle hints they dropped in conversation, sensing their nervousness, shyness, and hesitation. Creating a space where they could simply be themselves felt natural to me.

Talking about feelings with my male friends led nowhere. Most of them cared only about roaming the neighborhood together, asserting dominance, getting into fights, or taking reckless risks—anything to stand out, anything to make noise.

Over time, the differences became clearer. Men focused on outcomes—the final act, the destination. Women, more often, focused on the journey: the details, the nuance. They approached delicate matters with care, and to me, those qualities felt foundational.

Eventually, I began to suppress my sexuality altogether. I was afraid that indulging it would turn me into someone I despised. Still, I couldn’t deny my appreciation for femininity or its effect on me. I would see a woman walking confidently down the street in high heels, each step intentional and precise, and I couldn’t look away. The grace, the rhythm, the quiet power of her presence stirred something deep within me. It felt as though my biology had found its weakness—an undeniable pull, a desire to surrender.

I felt safe with women. I was attracted to them, yet as a non-traditional man I was often unheard or dismissed by my peers. Women, however, knew exactly how to navigate this male-dominated world, and I learned from them.

I noticed that I could get much further with a woman’s insight than with my male friends, who often fell into tunnel vision—pursuing what they wanted without considering details or consequences. By that point, my desire for a dominant woman in my life had become unmistakably clear.

Throughout my life, I’ve crossed paths with women—and a few men—who taught me about foundation, discipline, attention to detail, emotional depth, diplomacy, and hard work simply by being who they were. Their presence made me want more from myself. What came naturally to them often felt like a struggle for me, leaving me feeling inferior and ashamed. With time, practice, and repetition, things became easier. Still, I’ve long been curious about what it would be like to be led by an intelligent, dominant woman with whom I shared genuine chemistry—to learn, to grow, and to explore that dynamic.
And I would be dishonest if I ignored the undeniable erotic pull—the desire to surrender to the presence of a beautiful, dominant woman.

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30 Days Lock Up (Days 19-23)

1 week ago. Tuesday, February 3, 2026 at 6:06 PM

With everything that’s happening in my life, over the past week—and very much against my wishes—I’ve been less focused on the competition. My mental state and libido took a serious hit as my family, friends, and I have been navigating a crisis. Because of that, I haven’t been able to dedicate myself the way I normally would.

That said, quitting has never been an option. Life doesn’t stop throwing curveballs, and learning how to manage them is part of the process. Despite everything, I’ve managed to hold on to 4th place so far. I’ve also accepted that I won’t be able to bid as aggressively as the guys above me. Honestly, I’m impressed—and a little shocked—by how well some of them can edge and hold after 400–500 strokes, especially after being denied for so long.

I’ve come to understand my limits, and that’s actually a good thing. Knowing them helps me avoid bankrupting myself and lets me play smarter instead of harder.

Status Update: Cage & Harness
I’ve pretty much stopped using the three-way harness. As incredible as it feels to be held by it, it’s just not comfortable for long-term wear for me. I ordered the four-way harness Mistress Ashley recommended, and I’m currently waiting for it to arrive.

The cage itself has been a little uncomfortable, but overall I’ve come to appreciate the Holy Trainer again. I used to wear one years ago, but after their quality dropped for a while, I moved away from them and HT became somewhat tainted in my mind. Wearing it again now feels like reconnecting with an old, complicated friend.

The Circle Tightens

As we get closer to the end, Mistress Ashley has definitely been tightening the circle around us:

“Hello my lovelies!
We have three edging sessions left in this competition. They will be more rapid this week—Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The challenge level will increase rapidly with each round. To maximize the challenge, you will all remain locked without edging for the next few days. Bidding will open on Sunday for 12 hours.

In the meantime, I’d like you to reflect on this competition so far and share what you’ve learned about yourself, chastity, and edging. Any other thoughts are welcome as well. You can share these in chat or privately with me.

Please remember to submit verification photos!”

Oh boy…

I haven’t shared my reflections yet, but it’s at the very top of my to-do list.

Round 7: Rule Changes

Please use a metronome app set to 90 beats per minute to play in the background of the video. You must keep time and edge with the metronome!
Please record an additional 5 seconds post edging.
Edging submissions must go directly to me AND to the verification group.
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 the previous round:

Minimum bid is 100 strokes.
If you are at or under 500 points but have NOT bankrupted:
Minimum bid is 150 strokes.

If you are over 500 points:

Minimum bid is 225 strokes.
There is no minimum increase for first place.

The jump from 60 BPM to 90 left me with little choice but to bid 300 strokes. Not too low, not dangerously high—just enough to survive without bankrupting.

Even with my unfocused mental state, 300 strokes turned out to be risky. Waves of arousal hit me with almost no control on my part. I had to lock in on my breathing and counting, but even then there were moments where it felt like my cock and balls were operating independently of my brain—pure arousal with minimal conscious input.

Still, I made it through successfully.

Afterward, I took a shower and started re-watching The Witcher. I fucking love that show—it’s so good. A couple episodes in, I suddenly realized I had completely forgotten to re-lock and send a verification photo. Cue a brief moment of panic.

Re-locking was harder than usual. My cock was semi-erect, my balls heavy and aching. I could see the veins, feel the pulse in my sack. Once the cage was back on, the arousal ramped up even more—my cock straining against the cage, pulling it away from my body, while my balls were gripped tighter, amplifying the ache noticeably.

I sent the verification photo immediately and followed it up with an apology and explanation to Mistress Ashley. She just laughed.

Sleep & Dreams

My sleep schedule has mostly returned to normal, though I still wake up throughout the night. I’ve been having very spicy dreams—waking up humping and grinding before fully realizing I’m locked. I feel every drop of precum as it escapes, and each time it turns me on and frustrates me at the same time… and I love it.

Results Came In

Needless to say, so much for securing 4th place. At this point, it feels less about winning and more about not losing.

Rankings

P--- 500/1930
D--- 600/1920
Th--- 300/1690
T--- 500/1670
Pneuma--- 300/1465
Ch--- 250/1175
S--- 0/1145
L--- 185/780
S---150/410
J--- 0/350
D--- 0/85
K--- 0/0

Round 8: Rule Changes

All:

Please use a metronome app set to 90 beats per minute to play in the background of the video. You must keep time and edge with the metronome!
Please smush balls between two wooden spoons. Hold in place with rubber bands or hair ties.
Please record an additional 5 seconds post edging.
Edging submissions must go directly to me AND to the verification group.
Submission times will be strictly enforced. Any submission not in that time will receive no points for the round.

If you have bankrupted the previous round:

Minimum bid is 100 strokes.
If you are under 750 points but did not bankrupt:
Minimum bid is 150

If you are under 1500 points and above 750:

Minimum bid is 200 strokes.

If you are over 1500 points:

Minimum bid is 650 strokes.

All I can say is: thank GOD I’m not over 1500 points.

I played it safe again and bid another 300 strokes.

That spoon rule? Instantly hard. I have plenty of chopsticks, and I’m very excited to use them.

Random Observations I Keep Forgetting to Mention

Using the bidet has never been this enjoyable—or stimulating
Certain foods (banana, avocado, dark chocolate) noticeably increase horniness; my balls feel more “active” the next day
Staying away from porn is getting incredibly hard.
Sometimes all I want to do is shake and stroke my cage just to feel something.
Sensations are amplified, which sends my sensation-seeking brain into overdrive
Almost every denied erection sends waves of frustration and ache rippling through my body. The sensation spreads outward, making me stretch like a sleepy cat. My muscles contract and release energy as the waves pass through, forcing me into strange, creative movements just to accommodate it all.

To be continued…

30 Days Lock Up (Days 24-30)

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30 Days Lock Up (Days 16, 17, 18)

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30 Days Lock Up (Days 16, 17, 18)

2 weeks ago. Friday, January 30, 2026 at 12:53 AM

Over the past few days, things have slowed down for me a bit. I’m starting to settle into the cage—it feels more and more like a part of me now. I’m still working out the kinks (pun fully intended), and while the HT is comfortable, wearing it for long periods has really made me consider investing in a harness to deal with the gravity and weight issues.

Mentally, I feel good. I feel supported, and I’ve noticed that practicing discipline has boosted my confidence immensely. I keep learning new things about myself, along with re-learning experiences I’d tucked away and forgotten about.

Sexually, though, I’m in a strange place. Porn doesn’t feel the same since I’ve heavily cut back, and I’m struggling to retrain my brain to feel arousal without it. I find myself craving it more than I’d like to admit. When an edging session starts, I can feel a lot of tension building—trying to stay mindful, avoid porn scenarios, maintain arousal, count strokes, record everything, and not cum all at once is… a lot.

Still, despite the challenges and frustrations, this experience has been nothing short of wonderful. I find myself craving a more intimate and deeper dynamic. It’s like my submissive side has been tickled, and now I really want to explore it further.

The scores came in:

T — 350 / 990
P — 360 / 970
D — 270 / 870
Pneuma — 250 / 815
T — 300 / 770
S — 200 / 745
C — 175 / 700
L — 130 / 420
J — 120 / 225
S — 110 / 110
D — 0 / 0
K — 0 / 0
Yup. I knew it. The way things are shaping up, I don’t feel like I have a chance at first place against these guys. And before I knew it, bidding was open again. How does it come around so fast?!

Round 6’s rules were a bit… strange:

Please use a metronome app set to 60 beats per minute to play in the background of the video.
Please record an additional 5 seconds post edging.
Edging submissions must go directly to me.
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 85 strokes.
You will complete your edging session with 3 clothes pins on your balls. One on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle.
Application and removal of the clothes pins shall be part of your edging submission video.

If you are at or under 500 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 500 points:

Minimum bid is 175 strokes.
First place has a 25 stroke minimum increase from the previous rounds bid.

Back down to 60 BPM?! Hmmm… what is she up to? 😆

I knew I had to step it up if I wanted to climb the ladder, so I bid 350 strokes. I didn’t fully realize what I’d done until after I placed the pledge. I mean, I’m kind of proud of myself for even imagining 350 strokes—but it definitely felt over my head.

Once I started recording, the difference between 75 BPM and 60 BPM hit me immediately. It dawned on me just how much longer this was going to take—and how many strokes I’d committed to. Almost six minutes of stroking.

Mistress Ashley strikes again.

It felt deliberate, like she was guiding me into a specific headspace. My heart dropped into my stomach. I felt like a vessel, simply allowing these experiences to move through me at her direction. Without realizing it, I noticed a huge, devious grin had spread across my face.

Making it to 350 wasn’t without challenges. For one, my water-based lube didn’t last the whole session. Toward the end, I was basically just beating my cock. 😐 This time more than ever, my thoughts were scrambled. I really need to work on relaxing. Somewhere along the way, I’ve trained myself to think of cumming as disappointing—and now I also find myself afraid of getting turned on. What an overwhelming mess!

Rankings for Round 6

P--- 460/1430
T--- 400/1390
D--- 450/1320
T--- 400/1170
Pneuma--- 350/1165
S--- 400/1145
C--- 225/925
L--- 175/595
J--- 125/350
S--- 150/260
D--- 85/85
K--- 0/0

Just as I suspected I am going further down despite the fact that I've been pushing the envelope. I will continue to to my best. Even though I am a bit discouraged, It is not really about being the first, just the journey itself has been a huge reward for me!

When my harness finally arrived after being delayed by the weather. I was so excited to try it. It took me a good half hour to incorporate it with the cage, but once I got it on, I sent a verification photo to the group captioned: “Harness Arrived.”

When Mistress Ashley asked how it felt, I replied:

So far, not too shabby, Mistress. It holds the cage snug against my body, and my penis is now completely inside the cage, which makes me feel incredibly… contained, held, and restricted. Mentally, it also makes me feel more “out of control.” When I get hard now, it feels like my entire penis is being squeezed instead of mostly the tip—especially since I have a very stubborn turtle that loves retreating into its shell.

That said, the third strap running from underneath the cage to the waistband above my butt feels like it’s trying to go inside me 😅 It’s a very tight thong.
She’d shared a link to a four-way harness earlier, back when I first placed the order, and now I really wish I’d gone with that one. We had a good laugh about it, but more than ever, I see how important a four-way harness would be for me.

To be continued…

30 Days Lock Up (Days 16, 17, 18)

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30 Days Lock Up (Day 15)

2 weeks ago. Monday, January 26, 2026 at 1:19 AM

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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30 Days Lock Up (Days 12, 13, 14)

3 weeks ago. Saturday, January 24, 2026 at 12:00 PM

The results were in—along with the rule changes for Round 4 and Open Bidding.

Rankings:

D — 180 / 390
S — 150 / 365
P — 180 / 350
T — 120 / 340
S — 120 / 335
C — 175 / 325
Pneuma — 100 / 315
T — 120 / 270
L — 80 / 160
J — 70 / 125
B — 0 / 0
M — 0 / 0
J — 56 / 0 / 0
R — 0 / 0

Round 4 Rule Changes

A metronome app set to 65 BPM must play audibly in the background of the video.
Record an additional 5 seconds post-edging.
All submissions must be sent directly to me. I will forward them to the group upon acceptance.
24-hour submission windows are strictly enforced. Any submission or redo outside this window will receive zero points.

Bidding Rules:

1. If you have bankrupted:

Minimum bid: 75 strokes
Edge with three clothespins on the right ball
Application and removal must be included in the submission video

2.If you are at or under 300 points (not bankrupted):

Minimum bid: 100 strokes
Edge with one clothespin on the right ball
Application and removal must be included

3. If you are over 300 points:

Minimum bid: 150 strokes
First place must increase their bid by 25 strokes from the previous round
Minimum bid: 75 stroke

Once I was eligible to unlock for 24 hours and orgasm once, I decided to be sensible about it—even though what I really wanted was to stay caged and denied. When I got home from work, I thought I’d remove the cage immediately. Then it hit me: the entire point of being unlocked was to let the area rest. So I kept it on longer than planned.

That didn’t stop me from teasing and denying myself relentlessly before finally allowing myself to cum.

The orgasm itself was strange—very powerful—but immediately afterward it felt like another one was coming… and then it didn’t. That unresolved tension turned frustrating fast, especially when my balls started aching intensely. That’s when it really sank in: I hadn’t emptied everything. But the rule was clear—one orgasm. So despite the ache, I decided to enjoy what remained of my unlocked window and give myself some much-needed TLC.

That night, I slept like a rock. I was unbelievably comfortable—relaxed, happy, smiling as I drifted off. Even though the Holy Trainer has been a game changer, not having to worry about waking up during the night was pure bliss.

Since the deadline for submitting re-locking verification would hit while I was at work—and I didn’t want to risk caging there—I said screw it and went to work already caged. I waited until just before 10 a.m. to take the photo and send it, as Mistress Ashley had specified: “at 10 a.m.”

Work has been noticeably easier with the Holy Trainer. I didn’t realize how much of an impact it had on me until now, but I honestly feel like I could get used to this as a lifestyle. I know I’ve said that before—and I’ll probably keep saying it—until I finally find a cage I can truly trust.

Throughout the day, I kept catching myself surprised by how horny I still felt—even after orgasming and being caged again. Such a turn-on.

When I got home, all I wanted to do was watch porn and keep myself aroused. I felt a little ashamed for not wanting to do something more productive, but I didn’t dwell on it. I’m making some major life changes right now, and managing porn consumption is already on my list. Still, enjoyment is part of this experience, and balance matters.

I didn’t hate my ranking, but I may have bid a little too conservatively. I didn’t want to bite off more than I could chew—but now I had ground to make up. After some thought, I decided to go big, especially since I had just cum and the competition was only getting tighter.

I bid 250 strokes with the metronome set to 65 BPM and sent the video directly to Mistress Ashley. There were a few moments where I genuinely thought I was going to cum and had to distract myself.

Her response:

“I’ll take it. Moving forward, please work on keeping up with the metronome. You were off just a little at some points.”
My god—I loved how strict she was. My only response:

“Yes, Mistress. I will pay more attention. Thank you.”
Since switching to the Holy Trainer, my sleep has improved significantly. I still wake once during the night due to nocturnal erections, but they’re far less painful—though still uncomfortable if I let my thoughts wander too far.

Friday was hectic at work, but nothing unbearable. I got home later than usual, but my weekend had finally begun. I was extra horny and ended up playing with my cage a bit. My cock desperately wanted attention, and I won’t lie—I was tempted to pull out and touch him. Saying no to myself was incredibly hard. But I know my weaknesses, and in moments like that, I use discipline against them.

We’re expecting snow and a wintery mix this weekend—which is a big deal in the South. I stocked up on wine and meal-prepped my favorite winter dishes. Nothing beats a tender, flavorful steak and hot, creamy soup on a snowy day.

To be continued…

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30 Days Lock Up (Days Nine, Ten, Eleven)

3 weeks ago. Wednesday, January 21, 2026 at 4:49 PM

For today’s blog, I’m going to cover all three days together since I’ve fallen a bit behind on posting. Rather than breaking them up, I want to talk about what I’ve been experiencing over the past three days as a whole.

These past few days have been incredibly frustrating—and not just sexually. Getting used to wearing the cage has proven to be a much bigger challenge than I anticipated. My sleep schedule has been all over the place, and keeping up with being caged takes a significant amount of time each day. Between maintaining hygiene, managing uncomfortable (and sometimes painful) sensations, and trying to keep my irritability and emotions in check while my hormones feel completely out of sync, it has been overwhelming at times.

Despite all of that, I continue to face each challenge happily and enthusiastically. This experience is incredibly important to me. It’s something I’m deeply passionate about and genuinely take pleasure in participating in, even when it’s difficult.

One unexpected moment that I would definitely consider part of the chastity lifestyle happened at a dealership. I went to use the restroom while someone else took the stall on the right and I took the left. While I was sitting there, someone suddenly opened the door—only then did I realize the lock didn’t work. Thankfully, my cage was tucked into the toilet. I stood up to wipe and dry when, unbelievably, someone opened the door again. This time my cage was fully on display. I grabbed the door handle with everything I had, my pants around my ankles, and managed to close it before they could see anything—at least, that’s what I choose to believe. It’s hilarious now, but at the time I was absolutely in fight-or-flight mode.

After bidding closed, it was time to submit our edging videos. Wanting to send something high quality, I recorded mine with my Sony camera using an online metronome and a clothespin on my left ball, following the new rules. I got the lighting and angle just right, but completely overlooked one critical detail: the timestamp. I assumed I could add it later using online software, but I was wrong—especially since the file size was enormous.

I spent the entire night trying to convert the file into something playable on a phone or PC while also trying to solve the timestamp issue. I let Mistress Ashley know that I had the video and was working on adding the timestamp. She instructed me to send the video to her directly right away and to post it in the group once the issue was resolved.

When I realized there was nothing more I could do, I took a photo of the video playing on my camera that showed the date and time of the recording. I sent that to the group along with the actual video, explaining that I hoped it would be acceptable. Mistress Ashley accepted it but reminded me that next time the timestamp needs to be embedded in the video itself—which I completely agreed with. I also made it through another edging session without cumming.

Tuesday, however, was a day from hell at work. I was exhausted, grumpy, and extremely uncomfortable in the cage. I could tell my mood was off, but for some reason I just couldn’t turn it around. When I got home around 6 p.m., the discomfort had reached a breaking point. Everything was sore, and upon inspecting more closely, I noticed small open spots and about an inch of rash right where my penis meets my pelvis.

Reluctantly, I reached out to Mistress Ashley to explain the situation. I really didn’t want to leave the competition, and taking the cage off was against the rules, so messaging her wasn’t easy—but I knew I had to. Before doing so, I ordered a skin barrier film online, hoping it might help.

She told me she hoped the barrier film would work and asked what I proposed doing in the meantime. I suggested removing the cage overnight to rest and mentioned that I had found a couple of other cages while going through my secret stash duffle bag. She asked if I could hang on until the next day, explaining that she was okay with me changing cages and resting at night but had a surprise planned and hoped I could hold out. I told her I would do my best—I definitely didn’t want to miss the surprise.

I searched for ways to reduce friction and switched cages. One of the cages I found was a Holy Trainer with what I thought was a larger ring. It turned out the ring wasn’t actually that big, but wearing it felt like heaven. I’ve always chosen my “correct” ring size by measuring around the base while flaccid, but I now realize I probably should have started with a larger ring. The Holy Trainer’s design left my sore spots untouched, and the difference was immediate.

I posted a verification photo to the group and went to bed. That night, I slept incredibly well—even though I woke up a few times from erections. They weren’t painful, just uncomfortable due to the tube, not the ring. That distinction made a huge difference. I was intensely aroused, but without pain taking away from the experience. I found myself humping the bed and letting out quiet, frustrated moans.

I kept thinking about how every time I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore and reached out to Mistress Ashley, I always ended up still caged—and always stronger for it. The way she handled each situation and guided me through turned me on deeply. I felt a profound sense of being owned. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

When I finally woke up, I felt happy and refreshed. I went to work excited, thinking about the surprise awaiting us. Sure enough, at 9:54 a.m., Mistress Ashley posted in the group:

“While we are waiting on results:

Everyone who has completed their submission for this round may take the next 24 hours unlocked.
If you did NOT cum during edging, you may orgasm once during your unlock.
I expect verification of lockup at 10 a.m. CST on 1/22/26.
I will post results when they are available.
Enjoy your break. Hope it helps.”
I was so relieved—even with the new cage. I expressed my gratitude and told her everything that had happened overnight. She replied, “It sounds like you are enjoying this—frustration of the best kind. I’m glad the Holy Trainer was more comfortable for you.”

After that, I spent the rest of the workday getting used to the Holy Trainer. It was comfortable for the most part; I just need to get a harness to keep it closer to my body.

To be continued…

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Eight)

3 weeks 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.

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Seven)

4 weeks 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…

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30 Days Lock Up (Day Six)

4 weeks 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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