Suddenly you have a mouth. Suddenly you have nipples. A reflective entry on what 130 days of denial has done to the rest of my body, plus the sore-kneed start of a jogging habit.

Short entry this week — wrecked legs, a lazy Hump Day, and a phase from Sir that's going to require more energy than I currently have. Post-nut clarity has entered the chat.

This week covers phase three, a body I'm finally proud of, and the content idea I'm not ready to spoil just yet.

A proper hole-stretching session courtesy of my boyfriend, an orgasm by less conventional means, and the growing suspicion that I've just been looking for reasons to stay in chastity all along.

An old story resurfaces, a hard conversation about masculinity, and frozen keys with no way to check what's happening in the cage.

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A cage that zaps, buzzes, and somehow still isn't about control. My honest take on BADISM's BEHAVE Electro-Stimulation Chastity Cage — and why I'm calling it a toy for couples, not a chastity device.

A sprained back, a stoned Friday, and enough packages to make the postman suspicious.

I ordered a cage one size down before I understood what I was signing up for. Now my keys are headed for the freezer, and I only have myself to blame.

A brand wants to send me an electro-stim chastity cage. A second Sir wants to take over. And my followers voted on whether I got to jerk off this week. Spoiler: I didn't.

Sixty days down, 133 to go, and for the first time I'm asking myself a question I didn't expect to be asking this early: will I actually want the cage off when the time comes?

Barney is a giant butt plug. Barney is also, as of last Friday, the reason I spent the better part of a week stitched up, horizontal, and on enough antibiotics to fell a small horse.

I was ill, I was horizontal, and I was still thinking about being bent over and railed. Some things, it turns out, chastity makes non-negotiable.

Thirty-something days in and my body has apparently decided it no longer needs my input.

A story about desire, control, and the slow realisation that you've been someone's project all along.