At the beginning of my full time chastity journey, I always kept a key with me, just in case. I never used it, but having it in my pocket was reassuring. While I was locked, I knew I could unlock at anytime if I needed. Just knowing I could made it easier for me. It was a security blanket. In fact, Tripp insisted I keep the key with me. He didn’t want to worry about me being stuck in a problematic situation.
About a month into it, after a particularly intense edging session, I knew I didn’t want to be unlocked and I surrendered the keys to Tripp giving him complete control of my cock. In fact, I got the keys from the little box where I had kept them, fell to my knees, and begged him to take them forever. I was ready for it. I wanted it. It was a big step but one I knew was right for us. I knew it deep in my being.
That next day at work, I was both excited and nervous, as I knew no matter what, I was staying locked. I kept touching my cage through my pockets just to make sure it was actually there and I wasn’t dreaming. I remember texting Tripp that “shit just got real” and he texted back an evil grin emoji. I admit I had mixed emotions. One the one hand, this was a dream of many years that had come true. On the other hand, I was out on a limb with no safety net. It was a big deal for me. I was excited and worried. I kept thinking “I’m really locked now”. However, the month of prep work wearing my cage paid off and, in reality, it was little different from the day before when the key was in my possession. It was far more of a mind fuck than anything physical, and I suppose that is the point of being locked.
I had some rough days in my early cage. It caused some pinching and discomfort, but I chalked that up as something locked men just have to deal with. It was, at times, more distracting and uncomfortable than I would have liked. I know now that those issues are quite avoidable by having a cage that fits properly, but I hadn’t invested a great deal of time or money into it at that point. Still, I powered through it. I also slowly learned a number of tips and tricks that made my journey far easier.
I’ve never regretted giving up those keys. In fact, I no longer even think about them nor do I actually know where they are. I do wish I had moved up to a better cage sooner, but c’est la vie. It took almost a year to find an extremely comfortable cage. You need to learn where your issues are for your particular body and what style of cage works for you. It is definitely not one size fits all. I can’t recommend dropping big bucks on a cage in the beginning, but if you’re like me and are locked essentially permanently, then you are going to appreciate something that fits you properly. Those issues you may be having are not something you just have to accept, but it doesn’t come cheap.
If your just starting your chastity journey, I’d recommend waiting a while before you hand over your keys. I read a lot of stories of guys who get locked for the first time by some remote key holder and then have issues and complaints and what I think is likely a bad experience that will taint their pleasure in losing control of their cocks. I remember one Twitter interaction with a young man who had been locked by a key holder who then left for a week. He was in severe pain and was desperately looking for solutions. I advised he cut the damn cage off since the KH wouldn’t help him and to find a more responsible KH in the future. It takes time and patience. Don’t be in a rush to jump into the deep end. Learn to swim in the shallow end first. Give yourself time to get accustomed to your new reality and only then, make the leap. You’ll be rewarded with an amazing journey into a locked life.
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Sound advice and essential reading for everyone interested in male chastity, including keyholders.