The Pouch is Your BFF

Marsupials for the win! Turns out, they had the answer all along. Let me explain. Back when I started chastity (in the Stone Age of the 20th century), you had a choice of 3 basic underwear styles: tighty whiteys, boxer, and banana hammocks (bikini). None of these styles work for caged men. Unless you haveContinue reading “The Pouch is Your BFF”

A Year in Review

Well, it’s now 2022, so I guess it’s time for a review of 2021, from the perspective of a locked man, naturally. I’ve been locked continuously for 1221 days. In all of 2021, I spent less than 12 hours unlocked. I was unlocked for my colonoscopy (oh, joy). I had a few flights at theContinue reading “A Year in Review”

A Means or an End?

Over on my second favorite blog, DenyingThumper, the rabbit has been stewing a bit lately about how locked men see their cages. He’s also been polling on Twitter, between posts about his now size 32 waist (skinny bitch). The results have been fascinating, though I admit that some of the possible “answers” didn’t really fitContinue reading “A Means or an End?”

Doc of a Thousand Days

Today is a milestone. I’ve been locked for 1000 days (with many, many more to come). 1000 is just such a nice, solid number, I feel it needs to be celebrated. It’s just another day locked for your boy, but it’s nice place to stop and reflect. It’s been an amazing journey that started withContinue reading “Doc of a Thousand Days”

The Agony and The Ecstasy

I woke up early this morning in some discomfort. It’s not an uncommon occurrence. My often hours long “morning wood” causes me some pain from the base ring pressing into my expanded flesh. I’ve grown used to it, but there are mornings like this morning where it’s particularly unpleasant. It’s just one of the thingsContinue reading “The Agony and The Ecstasy”

That Empty Feeling

What I really miss most is that morning text instructing me what size plug I was to carry that day. Sir had me plugged 5 days a week, and each morning He would sent a cryptic little text indicating His preference. Usually it was “XL” or “XXL”, and every so often, the dreaded “XXXL”. IfContinue reading “That Empty Feeling”