Way back in 2020, I was unlocked for 413.5 hours in 366 days (it was a leap year). So 95.3% of the year, I was in chastity. In 2021, the unlocked number dropped to 224.5 hours (97.4% locked). The year after that, I was unlocked for just 20.6 hours all year. I was locked 99.76% of the time.
For 2024, I was hoping to beat 20.6. But I very much did not. I went through The Troubles and ended up unlocked a shocking (for me) 119.3 hours. That’s 98.6% locked which is still a lot and not far off from 2022 and still way more than 2020. But I consider it a black mark on my record specifically since I chose to be unlocked. Very bad rabbit.
But I’m a good rabbit now and Belle seems disinclined to recreate the conditions which led to The Troubles (ie, letting me fuck her), so I’m back to being bullish on setting new endurance records for myself.
Officially, Belle has said I should be unlocked for no more than 25 hours in 2025. If we were a corporation, we might make “25 in ‘25!” posters, mousepads, and lapel pins to reinforce the goal, but we’re not so we haven’t. But yeah, 25 is my official objective. She wants me locked up no less than 99.7% of the year.
I, however, have set for myself a stretch goal. In a perfect world, I’d be locked up 100% of the time Belle decided she didn’t want the contents and if that ended up being 100% of the year, so be it. The world, as is being demonstrated on an hourly basis now, is far, far from perfect. There are some situations where I need to be unlocked. Precisely two, in fact.
- Doctor’s visits
- Travel
I usually unlock for the doctor. Depends on the purpose of the visit. Recently, I find I’m always unlocking for travel. I have PreCheck so go through the metal detector by default and most of the time could get through in the resin Orion just fine but even PreCheck people are randomly sent though the backscatter scanner which no hard object can get through undetected. Even then, when I go through there locked and the device is picked up, most of the time the TSA agent sends me through. But not always. And, for whatever reason, I’ve decided I’m over that potential encounter, even when not traveling with work colleagues or family other than Belle.
Considering all that, my stretch goal for the year is 12 hours. Hitting that is entirely dependent on how much I fly, how many times I think the doc will need access to the contents, and how many times Belle wants the contents.
The math whizzes in my audience will have already worked out that 12 hours in a year is no more than one hour a month. In thinking it through, 12 hours might be achievable. In January, I flew four times resulting in being unlocked for a hair more than two hours. In February I’m not scheduled to fly at all. So that would put me on track. In March I will fly twice. That’s about another 1-1.5 hours. In April, no flying again. Two more times in May and once in June and another one in July means I should be about 6-8 hours unlocked, due only to flying, by the end of July. Potentially, right on track.
After that, I only have two flights on the schedule. Surely, more air travel will come up. And I’ll see the doctor at some point. But the thing is, 12 seems totally achievable. That would be a locked percentage of 99.86 of 2025(!). Call it 99.9%
The other goal that goes without saying is zero. Not one unauthorized orgasm. What Belle decides there is her business, of course.
As a professional economist, I often spend a lot of time explaining the economic realities that a lot of your expenses are tied in the so-called “last mile” costs. Is it worth your investment and reduction of margin to deliver a commodity to Havre Montana when you can make more money concentrating on delivering to customers in New York. Or in other words, is covering every opportunity worth the cost.
The economist within me says it’s not worth it, but the locked man – or perhaps that truly human nature to want to achieve the lofty goal- within me says it is.
So, when I’m awake at three in the morning cursing under my breath or gyrating against the mattress in frustration and annoyance and at the same time perhaps losing some sleep – I will say to myself the last mile is worth it. Or perhaps maybe it’s my cage telling me that more than my brain. I sigh and recall that my cage is not trained economist!
Wow, I mentioned “math wiz” and a professional economist shows up! I’m manifesting my own readers now!
As any competent business leader will tell you — you can have big goals but it is the day to day one step at a time that gets you there. Since I know Thumper is a base ball fan…Keep your eye on the ball and your mitt open but pay attention and do not trip over second base.
It’s a funny thing about numbers in my opinion. Numbers can be misleading. As my chastity device effectively serves its intended purpose of orgasm control and denial , the biggest number with the greatest impact on me from all the numbers you mentioned is: 0.
It is, in the end, the only one that matters.
Maybe one isn’t the loneliest number. Maybe it’s zero.