At the start of 2025, I posted that Belle’s goal for me was to be unlocked less than 25 hours for the year. My stretch goal was 12 hours. Turned out, I was out for less than 8. Seven hours and 49 minutes.
Since I started tracking, my previous fewest hours locked was in 2023 when I was out for only 19 hours. I think at that time I thought less than one day was pretty good and about the least one could reasonably expect, but here we are.
Since the start of 2016 when detailed tracking began, I’ve been locked 94.1% of the time. In 2023, that percentage was 99.8%. Last year was 98.6%. This year was 99.9%. But look that that chart. Over 2,000 hours unlocked in 2019. Who even was that person? And how did I have 1,984 in 2016, 1,566 in 2018, and 2,099 in 2019 but only 181 in 2017?
Belle and I are on a family vacation in the Caribbean right now and yesterday we were floating in the ocean sipping rum drinks. We did some reflecting on the year and talked about what she wanted from 2026. If I could do 8 hours, she wondered why I couldn’t do 6. I mean, I could. Of course I could. I could do zero, if I was really committed to it. If I chose not to unlock for certain life events. If I accepted that other people (TSA agents, stadium security, doctors, traveling companions, etc.) were going to be made aware of my locked condition. It’s happened before. The world didn’t end. The only thing keeping me from zero unlock is me and wanting to avoid certain conversations.
Twenty twenty six will not be the year for zero. Maybe it’ll never come (like me). Or maybe it’s inevitable. It’s definitely where the data is pointing. Functionally, the difference between 99.9% and 100% is nothing, so it would be a symbolic achievement at best. But…100% is just better than 99.9%.
The other thing she told me when bobbing around in the water was that she wanted to go back to using the strap-on more this year. It’s been a while since she wanted that and I love fucking her that way. Knowing she’s getting to feel the size she prefers with no concerns about stamina while the useless contents are locked and squished underneath. It’s the next best thing to being made an actual cuck. But that’s a topic for a different post.
Here’s where the year ended from a device perspective:
I was in one or the other of the Evotion Orions for three-quarters of the year. The venerable Steelheart took their place for 77 days and the BA-31P for a couple weeks. The notion that any time unlocked over five minutes to allow for hygiene and changing devices is forbidden and would be punishable didn’t exist until around the beginning of June, so the two ways I tracked that combined get to the 7:49 total.
You may be wondering what the punishment will be. Me too. She’s not really a punishment kind of Domme, but I’m sure she’ll come up with something. Hopefully, it’s really painful but, knowing her, she’ll make me eat a banana again.
More start of year numbers:
I’m five days away from not having seen the unlocked contents for a year. That’s amazing. Too bad I can’t remove the memory of what it looked like from my mind. I’d do it if I could. June 7 will mark two years locked, barring unforeseen issues. June 5 will be two years since I last stroked myself or had an orgasm. I could not have imagined writing that sentence 17 years ago when I first put on a device. April 21 will be the second anniversary of the day Belle made me pussy free. Writing that sentence legitimately sent a shiver down my spine. Such complicated feelings about that.