2025 by the numbers

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.

Tracking with ATracker

Whenever I post a screenshot like this one…

I am invariably asked what app it is that I use to track how long and in what device Belle keeps me locked. Recently, I’ve also been asked to explain how I use the app. And since we’re close to the end of the year, I figure now’s a good time to oblige.

The app is called ATracker. I got it from the iOS App Store, but there’s also a Google Play version. Today, there’s a version called ATracker Pro, but that’s not the one I have. It didn’t exist when I first started using it. I’m not sure how they’re different, but they look very similar based on the App Store listings. Also note, I never upgraded to the premium version. I just didn’t need the extra features. At this point, I have no idea what I paid. It’s just been too long and I barely remember what I had for dinner yesterday. I do know my version doesn’t have ads and only the Pro version lets you remove them so I must have bought some level of the app that’s not offered anymore.

In any event, my first entry tracking the locked status of the contents was on 12/30/2015 when I went into the Steelheart. Since then, I’ve been locked in the Steelheart 1,427 days, 9 hours, 36 minutes. Almost four years. The device I’ve been locked into the second most is the Evotion Orion. Four hundred seventy six days, thirty six hours. After that is the titanium Evotion Orion at 393 days, 45 minutes. Overall, in the 3,650 days that have occurred between that first day tracking and yesterday, I’ve been locked for almost 3,384 of them. That’s nine and a quarter years. Ninety two percent of the time.

I know all that thanks to ATracker! So, how do I use it?

If you wanted to just know how long you’ve been locked, you can create a task in the app and call it something like “Locked.” From the Today screen, just tap the “+ Create Task” button at the bottom of the screen and name it “Locked.” That screen looks like this:

I add little icons, but that’s optional. Also, all my devices are colored blue. Just a matter of preference. If you wear multiple devices and want to track how much time you spend in each, make a task named for each one. Once the task(s) is created (either just the “Locked” task or one named for the device you’re in), clicking on the little stopwatch-looking icon in the top right corner of the Today screen will allow you to start the timer.

At this point, you can also do what I eventually did and create a task for when you’re not locked. I used to just not have a task running when I wasn’t locked but once the rule became clear that I was to be locked unless specifically allowed not to be, I realized I needed to track that unlocked time the same as my default state. So, you make another task and call it “Unlocked” if that’s what you want to do. Depending on your dynamic and any rules that have been established for your enforced denial, you might make multiple. Maybe to track when you’re unlocked with permission or unlocked for necessities of life (TSA, doctors), etc.

Once you have multiple tasks (ie, devices or locked states), you can switch back and forth on the Today screen by simply tapping the one that’s running to end it and tap another to start it. My Today screen looks like this:

You see all the devices I’ve ever added to the app, though I only wear about four (at least, that’s how many I’ve worn this year). it also shows the unlocked states I used, but right now, since I’m basically never allowed to be unlocked, I only use the “Unlocked (punishable)” task if I’m out longer than five minutes. It’ll also show you how long the current running task has been going.

Note that the app will let you have multiple tasks running at the same time, so be careful to stop one before starting another. I thought there was a setting to avoid that, but I can’t find it now. Maybe it’s in there somewhere.

The Reports tab lets you see the numbers you’ve logged. You can look at today, the last seven days, etc. Usually, I’m looking at a month at a time or a range to get year-to-date.

So…that’s about it. If you have any questions, just ask!

Keys? What keys?

Yesterday, we had a bit of scare. Belle, for a little while at least, well and truly lost the keys to the Steelheart. This has happened before, but it was very brief. More like misplaced vs. lost. The difference was, yesterday morning she was kinda freaked out about it like I’ve never seen her before.

I had been in the Steelheart for just over a month and, as sometimes happens, I was developing a sore spot on the top of the glans. I think this happens because the Steelheart is roomier than the Evotion Orion and also traps more liquid (though, because it’s stainless, still ends up being more hygienic) and sometimes it seems like the extra movement allowing the contents to bump around and the acidity of the environment combine to create a sore. Since being out is not an option, I wanted to get into a device that would allow the sore to heal up before it got out of hand. That’s the Orion. And that’s what prompted me to ask for the key.

But her usual hiding place was unavailable due to a bathroom remodel and she had to displace everything in there to somewhere else. And it was one of those things where you put something somewhere thinking it’s an obvious, easily remembered place only to realize it promptly left your brain as soon as you did it. She wasn’t, like, freaking out but she could see it from where she was.

I…wasn’t? Like, I know I do need to be able to get the device off for perfectly practical reasons (like little sores that pop up), but rather than being freaked out I felt something like a little thrum of excitement. That’s because I’m a fucking pervert, of course. It was like the start of some dumb chastity erotica. “My wife lost my key and now I’m locked for good!”

Luckily, she ended up remembering where they were and I was able to swap into the Orion without incident. She has both the keys and I have no emergency key because, well, that’s just how things are now. It’s easier, but, clearly, also riskier.

On Bluesky, someone asked if she supervised my changing devices to ensure I was following all the rules. And, no, she doesn’t (though that would be hot). She knows I’m just as invested in the rules at this point as she is and cheating is something I really am not that into. In fact, I may not be able to.

I took the Steelheart off and placed it on the bathroom sink edge and got in the shower without any device. I was careful not to look down or into the mirror because one of my rules is I’m not allowed to see the contents outside of its enclosure. While in the shower, I soaped up and directly cleaned all the places I can’t usual get to when locked. I found that doing so, while providing a lot of sensation to places that never feel it anymore, didn’t get me hard. At all. Not even a little. The contents remained small and floppy the whole time.

After the cleaning, I shaved the bits that are hard to get to which required pulling and such and still, nothing. While shaving, place the entire shaft in my hand so I can see what I’m doing without seeing it, and even then, nothing.

Note, I am not impotent. I can achieve an erection. I wake up with one every morning. I have a bit of a one right now writing these words. I get plenty tight while having sex or looking at porn, etc. But when the contents are exposed and soaped up and in my hand, nothing. Because I know it’s wrong.

It’s interesting to me how unbelievably sensitive the head is now. Maybe it’s too sensitive. Like, it was so intense as to be over the line of stimulating. Maybe that combined with the absolute mental lid on my urges makes it impossible for me to get hard that way now. All I know is it didn’t happen.

So, no, she doesn’t need to supervise me. I haven’t seen the exposed contents in 311 days and haven’t held my own erection in my hand in 526 days. Rules: FOLLOWED.

Arresting development

I was just listening to the most recent Savage Lovecast (#991) and a listener asked for Dan’s permission to walk around his house naked in front of windows with their blinds up even though people on the outside might see him and the fact that being seen by someone kind of turned him on.

Dan’s advice shocked me. First, he said the caller didn’t need his permission and could do what he liked (not the shocking part), but then he said the caller might get arrested. Apparently, there are several cases of people being naked in their own homes and being seen from outside and then getting arrested and, reader, let me tell you. I am naked in my own home and walk in front of windows every goddamned day.

Our house has huge plate glass windows that look out onto the street and every morning I get up and go into the kitchen for my morning caffeine and I do this walk in front of the massive windows in exactly the same state I sleep: entirely naked (except for, you know, that one part). Of course, I know I might be seen at some point even though we live on a pretty quiet street at that time of day. I know and I just don’t care. It’s my fucking house, after all, and I feel like I should be able to enjoy it however I like. And I’m not doing anything sexual. I’m just walking, albeit nakedly. And locked.

Then Dan got onto the subject of secret perving and the ethics of that. Such as, is it OK for a foot fetishist to have a job selling shoes? Dan says yes, as long as the act of putting a shoe on someone doesn’t result in visible erections and profuse drooling. The best analog I have to that is being locked up all the time and sometimes being in situations where the device can be seen.

There’s kind of three levels to this. One is when I’m just walking around wearing jeans or something and the device (especially the Steelheart) can be perceived. I saw that it was visible this morning when I put my jeans on. The bulge of the tube was evident in the mirror in our bedroom, though a slight adjustment made it go away. But that means at other points in the day, the bulge is certainly reemerging and someone could easily see it and I don’t spend a lot of time worrying about that.

The second level is when I’m running. I have some running tights I occasionally wear and thin running shorts and the tights in particular leave little to the imagination. I’m 100% positive people have seen the obvious bulge of the device as I ran by because I’ve seen people look directly at it.

The third level is the TSA. I have been caught by them before and had to show the device. I’ve also been scanned and had the device show up and the agent just waved me though. I used to go though TSA locked all the time and almost always got though unaccosted, but tend not to anymore because I don’t want the hassle.

I can forthrightly say in all these cases I don’t care whatsoever if anyone sees the device. I’m so over it. I know there are some who would say I’m forcing them to participate in my sex life, but I don’t think of it that way. Being permanently locked is a lot more than just “my sex life.” I consider it more a lifestyle than an act. For me, it’s not really optional. It’s who and what I am. Similarly, if anyone saw and asked I’d tell them. But I don’t feel like being locked is optional for me.

Over on Reddit, there was a guy recently who said he didn’t lock up outside the house at all for fear that someone might see the bulge and know he’s locked. Oh, sweet summer child. That’s adorable. Truth is, people (and guys especially) are always checking out our bulges and vanishingly few would see one that’s larger than usual and think it’s anything other than a big dick.

So anyway, maybe it’s different to walk in your own house naked vs. walking in your own house sporting a shiny metal object where your penis used to be. But I think my opinion stands. It’s my house, it’s my body, I’m not hurting anyone. I’m going to keep walking around however I want as I have done for the last 19 years living here. I’m also going to keep going around locked up because I’ve been doing that for almost as long and nobody seems to care.

But, you know, YMMV. Also, young locked newbies, don’t worry about anyone seeing your cute little bulge. You care about it about 1,000x more than they do.

Contrasting control

I just got back from one of my semi-annual sojourns into the wooded backcountry. These trips used to turn into an excuse to unlock for a week. I’d inflate hygiene issues or physical activity like hiking or the relatively low chance of one of my camping friends somehow finding out about the device into sufficient reason to take it off. Of course, the hygiene part is manageable, the hiking thing is too, and while I’m not advertising I’m also not afraid of anyone finding out I’m locked. So I stay as I’m required to be.

I do, however, take a key for emergency purposes. I recall one time I had shaved prior to going on one of these trips and it was hot and the combination of the stubble, sweat, and friction was very unpleasant. The device had to come off for a few days (though I put it back on ASAP because the exposed contents rubbing around in my pants is its own form of torture). However, this time, in my rush to get on the road, I left the key behind. I didn’t realize this until I was a couple hundred miles from home.

I really don’t recommend not having an emergency key around for, you know, emergencies. But I also do acknowledge that being in an inescapable device you literally cannot get off your body at all is super hot. Not so smart, but hot. Belle and I went on a little trip at Labor Day and the key was forgotten then, too. This is becoming a bit of thing, apparently.

Anyway, turns out I did develop a little hot spot under the ring. The liberal application of silicone lube kept it from turning into something worse. It was basically manageable, though if I had had the key I would have used it. Since I did not, my streak of days being locked remains unbroken at 466 (and I haven’t seen the unlocked contents in 253 days).

Upon returning home, the titanium Orion needed a deep clean so I placed the contents into our venerable Steelheart. Besides the need to clean the Orion, I have found that hotspots can be managed by swapping into a different device whose differently shaped base ring rubs, well, differently. Belle and I are flying in early October so I will be in the Steelheart at least the next three weeks before swapping into the plastic Orion.

The Steelheart produces a very different psychological aspect to my chastity. The Orion devices are smaller, tighter, and lighter and with their integrated PA security end up feeling like they’re fused with my body. The devices and the thing they secure are one.

The Steelheart is relatively roomier and overall larger and much heavier. Unlike the fusion of contents and device I experience in the Orions, the Steelheart is simply a steel tube into which a penis is hanging. I can feel the contents move around in there. I’ve gone from having a device that leaves the contents totally inert and difficult to discern as a separate thing to one that’s clearly a simple and somewhat crude penis prison.

Similarly, the Orion devices lay flatter and are shorter overall where the Steelheart is longer and more basically shaft-shaped so when my hand inevitability finds its way down there, it feels more like a big steel dick. It’s also far easier to get my fingers into the Steelheart tube which, of course, makes cleaning easier but also allows me to feel what the contents are.

Finally, the sensation of having an erection in each of them is very different. The Orion is always full with zero extra room so when the contents get hard, it’s just a feeling of pressure and a knot develops behind the base ring. In the Steelheart, I can feel the contents being forced to conform to the curve of the tube. There is clearly an erection in there, albeit a foreshortened and directed one. The interior circumference of the Steelheart is not too dissimilar from the circumference of the contents when hard so, again, the sensation is less the unified fusion of device and meat I get from the Orion and more imprisoned meat.

Of course, the Steelheart was my main axe for years and I had the “it’s just part of me” feeling while wearing it. I expect if I kept it on long enough I’d get back there again but the Orion just so much more clearly has a configuration that promotes that feeling of fusion. It has the benefit of years of refinement of the male chastity experience behind its design and manufacture. My Steelheart is over 15 years old, after all.

I love the old Steelheart. And I actually do love that I’m getting such a different sensation from wearing it. But this swap reinforces for me that the Orion is the pinnacle chastity experience for me. I’m enjoying the Steelheart but know it won’t be long before I crave the compact control of the Orion again.

99.9

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.

  1. Doctor’s visits
  2. 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.

The shape of things not coming

A little over a week ago, I was driving across country to spend a week in a tent in the woods with Muggle friends which is always an interesting experience being a permanently locked guy. I’ve written about the logistics of that on here a few times before, so I won’t get into it too much except to say I remember a time when I would wuss out and unlock a day or two in and am happy to report I now know there is no excuse to do so with a modicum of forethought and preparation.

But, on my way there, I spent a lot of time in the truck by myself watching the scenery go by and, really, only half of that scenery is very attractive, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that I was going to be able to listen in to one of Dan Savage’s Savage Love Live events. He does them on Zoom and, usually, I can’t make them due to work or whatever, but this time I was just sitting there so I jumped on. I did not expect to have any reason to say anything until all of a sudden I did.

Someone came on as asked Dan about locking a sub up. They were inexperienced in doing that and she wanted to know if it was OK to keep him locked up overnight, etc. Dan answered that keeping a penis locked up overnight could lead to damage, which, the way he explained it, sounded very scary. I was so ready to raise my hand and put in my two bits (well, more like 2,653 bits) when I hit a spot where my connectivity was crap so the Zoom call kept dropping. Drat. I wish I could have spoken up.

Then, on my trip back, I was catching up on old Savage Love podcasts that I hadn’t gotten to and someone called in to talk about a friend of theirs who — and I can hardly bring myself to type this — injected meth into their penis to make it smaller.

*cleansing breath*

The caller wanted to know if there was any way Dan knew of that her meth injecting friend could make his penis smaller without the, you know, meth injection. Dude really kinked on having a small penis, apparently, and told his friend, the caller, that the penis-shrinking properties of fucking METH INJECTIONS was why he kept going back to it.

Dan mentioned that chastity devices are a thing and some are very small (to the point of making the penis totally internal), but then also circled back to the very scary apparent danger to the penis from being locked up. I started talking to the dashboard of my truck but quickly realized that was pointless and decided then and there to write this post when I got back to a spot where I could. And here we are.

First off, I’m not going to say that the shaft of the penis won’t potentially change due to being locked up. I’ve experienced that, for sure. And, more recently, I’ve found even more changes to the shape of the contents when erect (which I thought was likely to have happened). I do not know if the changes to the erection are permanent, though they very well may be.

BUT, is this “damage?” I have no issues achieving and sustaining an erection. It’s even fit for purpose, as has recently been demonstrated. It is definitely different, but it’s still perfectly functional. I think about it as synonymous with body modifications such as piercings or tattoos. Some piercings are permanent, like the Prince Albert. My piercer told me (with the little organ in her hand and the needle about to punch though) that that kind of piercing doesn’t always close on its own like ears do. But even ear (or other) piercings that are allowed to close leave a scar. Tattoos are permanent unless one goes and has them removed through the application of lasers (or something). And that’s how I think about the changes chastity has brought to the contents.

Technically, clinically, I’m sure a doctor would say chastity has damaged the erectile tissue. But, as I said and at least for me, they are still perfectly functional. There’s not a huge curve in the shaft when hard and there’s no discomfort. It’s just different.

I also would say it took years for this change to happen. Years of being locked all day, every day (and night). Keeping a guy locked up for a night or even a week’s worth of nights has, it would seem to me, a very slim chance of making any lasting changes to his dick (assuming, I suppose, that the device is reasonably well-fitted).

I get that my situation is an edge case. Most guys don’t lock up for years at a time. Most guys have a relationship with their penises where any impact to their shape or appearance would be unwelcome. But also, chastity dabbling is just really unlikely to make any impact at all in that regard.

At this point in my life and journey through enforced denial, it makes no difference. I would be fine if Belle left me locked for the rest of my life. I fucking love how it feels to be squeezed tight in whatever device I’m locked into, not just when hard and horny, but especially in the morning when it’s as hard as it gets all day. Exchanging those sensations for a shaft that’s no longer perfect is, for me, fair. And, if a penis is locked up always and forever, what difference does it make what shape it takes when not locked up?

But, getting back to the meth injecting small penis enthusiast, unfortunately I can report that being locked up for years at a time 100% does not shrink one’s penis. The contents are essentially the same length now, when out and hard, as they were more than a decade ago before it ever saw the inside of a cage or a tube. Alas, I suppose.

Not being a doctor, I can only surmise that injecting meth into one’s penis has the potential to so much more actual damage, not only to the penis in question but the whole rest of the body and mind it’s attached to than locking a plastic or metal cage onto it instead. In fact, for me and a lot of guys, there is a great deal of mental and emotional benefit and satisfaction from being kept that way.

But I’m just one guy with one locked penis. YMMV.

The prince and I

Today is the 15th anniversary of the day I got my PA piercing. Some things leap out reading that old blog post. One, it’s really weird seeing me talk about the contents as if they were a) mine and b) not just the contents. I even called it a dick (which, I suppose, is a pretty innocuous term — at least I didn’t use the C-word). Two, I was worried about how the piercer would judge it for being small which, I mean, lol at this point, right? I was still holding on to a lot of outdated masculine pride.

It’s always kind of surprising to me how quickly we went from playing around with denial devices to me having my body modified to help with the enforcement aspect. It was only about two months from my first blog post, which I wrote before even having the CB-6000 in our possession, to when I was getting a hole punched through me to make it all that much more metal. And all that PA security experimentation was pretty much disastrous. I probably wrote a couple dozen posts about trying to figure out how to use a length of wire outside the CB6K fed through the PA ring and then attached to the lock. That was about the time I realized penises like to grow and shrink as part of their daily routine and when you literally wire it so it can’t do that, it motherfucking hurts.

I do kind of miss PA jewelry. Feeling a thick, heavy PA ring move around inside the head of a penis during sex or masturbation is pretty delicious and I think PA rings in general look hot as fuck. But that kind of expression is behind me, of course. Most men use PA jewelry as a way to beautiful their cocks and enhance the pleasure they receive from them. I don’t have a cock, let alone anything that resembles one, and the days when I could use the contents for anything pleasurable are over.

What the PA represents to me is a way to integrate my body into the device that perfectly enforces my permanent denial. The metal I’m encased in wraps around and through me. It’s not about affectation or beautification. It’s about absolute security.

Though, that said, I do think most devices I’m secured into are more attractive than what they contain.

I don’t judge anyone who does enforced denial without a PA (or some other) piercing. Of course not. There is no One True Way. But, for me, it’s not real unless a part of it goes through that 15 year old hole in me. Unless I have no choice but to always be in it. Everything about it is different. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

Luckily, devices in general and my knowledge of how to use them with the PA piercing have advanced considerably over 15 years. It no longer represents an often painful complication of being locked up. Rather, as with the hollow PA hook in the Evotion Orion, being pierced actually enhances and simplifies being permanently denied.

Thank you, Prince Albert, wherever you are.

Tracking

Over on Bluesky, I posted my October stats:

They show that I was locked 100% of October (of course) and have been locked 99.8% of 2023 to date. It’s the kind of post I often do at the end of a month.

In response, Tom asked, “Seriously, why do you even bother tracking this so closely? Or at all? I’ve really found it mentally freeing to not keep track.”

I replied, “I’ve been tracking using this app for 7+ years. It’s a habit I choose not to break. The data is something of a record of my commitment. It’s important to me.”

(Embedding Bluesky posts isn’t an option on WordPress yet.)

Which led Tom to analogizing tracking lockup time to tracking cycling miles. And that’s an apt comparison. But I’m a bit of a tracker anyway.

Like a lot of people, I track all my workouts and if something happens that messes them up it’s almost as if I didn’t do them. Which is nuts, because of course I did. I also track, using an app called Swarm, everywhere I’ve been since 2009 (which is surprisingly handy and useful). This year, I started tracking my caffeine consumption using an app called HiCoffee (ironically since I don’t drink coffee) because I thought it was messing with my ability to fall asleep. Now I know how much caffeine I can afford to have in my system at bedtime (30-40 mg) and still sleep well.

We track what’s important to us. Tracking can be motivating.

I started tracking when and in what I was locked using ATracker sevenish years ago. Like a lot of locked guys, I was really invested in knowing my longest streaks, etc., and I was device hopping all the time. And even in that first full year when I was in nine different devices and could be unlocked for 20-30% of the time, it wasn’t hard to do. Just had to remember to tap my screen a few times when going in or out.

Nowadays, of course, it’s much easier. I rarely tap out and have been in just the three devices all year. I expect next year to only be in one of the two Orions unless someone wants me to review theirs. So, to Tom’s point, why bother?

Well, as I said, it habit now. I’ve been doing it a long time so…I just keep doing it. Swarm is the same way. I’m just totally habitualized to pulling out my phone and checking in whenever I go somewhere. I think of the guys who record the weather at their house every day for decades (when, you know, there’s an entire government agency tasked with that) or birders who have their lifetime lists they keep adding to forever or people who track their running or cycling miles. It’s the same kind of thing, I guess.

But besides that, as I said to Tom, it’s the record. And when you’re into a thing that’s defined by the lack of being a certain way or not doing certain things, I’m not sure what else to record. When I was a teenager and was just starting to fuck (girls, anyway), I kept track with notches. Today, someone lives in an apartment in SoCal who wonders what all those little grooves cut into one of their bedroom closet walls mean. In that case, I was recording when the penis went into her and did a thing. Much more recently, I tracked when Belle let me come. But the contents don’t get used for anything anymore, and besides, it became harder to define what an orgasm was for me, but that’s another story.

So anyway, tracking now is about having that record of my commitment. Just like all the other kinds of tracking we tend to do. My denial defines my sexuality now and tracking how long that’s endured is, as I said to Tom, important. To me, anyway.

If I stopped tracking, nothing would change. I’d still be locked up 99.8% of the time and would still not be having orgasms and would still be getting Belle off whenever she let me. But something would be missing. So I keep doing it.

50/50

There was a point while wearing the venerable Steelheart last month when I realized I didn’t want it on anymore. Which is not to say I wanted out. What I wanted was for the Evotion Orion to go back on. Sort of a shocking moment for me since so much of my identity has been invested into that shiny steel tube for so long. But there I was.

It was all very practically driven. I do love how the Steelheart looks. I love how it feels to have a smooth, warm steel tube in place of the contents. I love how the Steelheart fills out my underwear. But more than all that, I guess I love what it’s like to wear the Orion. So I asked Belle to let me put it back on after a couple weeks in the Steelheart.

March ended like this…

Locked 100% of the month but also almost perfectly 50/50 between the two devices. I didn’t try and do that.

For the record, I’ve been in a device 99.7% of the time so far this year. About 6.5 hours unlocked. I don’t have any reason to believe I’ll have any unlocked time in April. The goal of <24 hours unlocked all year is on track.

I also don’t have any reason to believe I’ll be in anything other than an Evotion Orion for the rest of the year. Or maybe ever. I have a very special and very shiny new Orion being made now I can’t wait to get on and once that’s here, in combination with the one I already have, I might be done looking at and trying on new devices. Like, ever. Unless some very interesting new design comes along that I want to test, I guess. I can confidently say that none of the other devices I have hold much appeal to me now.

You guys, I used to wear like four devices in a month. I was always swapping and enjoyed the variety. Now I’m in the one and like, “Yeah, I’m good.” That’s how great the Orion is.

Based on their guidance, I’m hoping the new Orion will have landed by about mid-month. Looking very much forward to writing that review!