According to my stats, it’s been 134 days since I saw the contents of whichever of the handful of chastity devices I’ve been wearing for the past 347 days straight. In fact, I have seen bits and pieces of the contents as I’ve swapped devices, but I only count “seeing it” when it’s totally naked and unencumbered by a device. Basically, it’s been nearly four and a half months since I saw something on my body that resembles a real penis.
I’ve been actively trying to avoid seeing it as a penis for about a year and a half. Ever since I had the weird experience of seeing it in the context of getting ready for a massage and it didn’t register as part of me. As if it was a penis I was seeing on Bluesky or Tumblr. Not mine. It was weird. But also it seemed like a logical and natural progression of being permanently denied.
It is, I do recall, super hot to be denied the satisfaction of a gnawing craving to jack off or fuck. But I also think it’s only natural that as the time between being allowed to use the contents for its intended purpose increases, that those feelings would evolve. And part of that evolution is letting go of the notion that I have a man’s anatomy.
That’s basically where I was when, 394 days ago, Belle told me to fuck her. That made my whole world turn upside down. But now I feel like I’m firmly back to the place where I was before.
There are, in fact, a few things I don’t track (hard to believe but true). For example, how long has it been since I thought about how nice it would feel to jack off? Or to fuck Belle? Or hell, fuck anyone. I have absolutely no idea. If I’m seeing porn or reading something really hot or even having sex, I can get very tight and super horny, but I have not for a long time thought about the contents as a thing I can do anything with. My mind just doesn’t go there at all. It’s as if my body has just forgotten about it or maybe simply accepts those things are not in the cards for me anymore.
Belle has said several times that she regrets letting me fuck her again, so it seems really unlikely that’s going to happen any time soon (if ever) and I simply don’t have any opportunities to have free-swinging erections, so jacking off is entirely off the table.
Speaking of which, Belle’s goal for me in 2025 was to be unlocked no more than 25 hours. So far this year, I’ve been unlocked 5.5 hours. Looking forward, based on what I know, I expect to be unlocked maybe another 4 hours-ish. If I can really end the year unlocked no more than 12 hours, that would crush any previous YTD numbers. It would be about half my previous least amount of unlocked time which was just over 20 hours and I remember thinking that was the least amount of time I could ever realistically do. Twelve hours or less unlocked means being locked statistically always. It’s 99.9% of the year.
Now that the concept of “statistically always” has been shown to be achievable, I’m starting to wonder if annual unlock goals make sense. I’m thinking we should reverse the logic. Perhaps the agreement should be I will be expected to be locked 100% of the time and every hour (or fraction thereof) I’m out results in some kind of punishment. I have no idea what that punishment would be, but there’s something really appealing about switching to a 100% locked assumption with specific penalties for not being so. Very hot, imo.
I was considering today as I was in the shower and soaping up the device and my balls and working my pinky into the head of the Evotion to make sure everything was clean what it means to be actually, truly permanently locked up and denied. I never, ever want to take the device off at this point. I resent every moment I’m required to be out. And I think that’s because being out breaks the bond I’ve built with the device. It ruins the dickless perception I’ve built around myself. Being out makes me not me. It turns me into the person I was before we brought chastity into our relationship and I embraced my submissive nature and learned to be a man without the thing we call “manhood.”
I don’t want to be that guy. Not ever. Not even for a little bit.