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Chasing the chastity rabbit down the hole without a look back

I was re-reading one of Thumper’s posts at Denying Thumper, where he talks about listening to a podcast and being taken aback when the hosts said something about not being into chastity for “behavior modification.” Thumper weighs in on the idea with, “Thing is, I can’t conceive of chastity as not modifying behavior. And not just the obvious tactical changes it enforces (no masturbating), but the big picture stuff, too.”

Nearing the end of my eighth consecutive day of being locked, I tend to agree with Thumper’s analysis. I’ll even go a step further. If we’re talking serious, long-term male chastity, I think behavior modification is the whole point of it. Consider what makes behavior modification work, as explained in this excerpt from a Psychology Today article.

“Behavior modification focuses on changing an individual’s environment in ways that increase the likelihood that certain behaviors will occur. Regardless of the specific approaches being used, ‘behavior change’ is always the goal.”

Source: “Understanding What Makes Behavior Modification Work.” Psychology Today. Oct. 2, 2018 web. Dec. 28, 2019.

It certainly alters a guy’s environment big time when his cock gets locked in a chastity device and he loses all access to it. The truth is most guys feel like the very core of their masculinity comes from their penis and being able to use it sexually. Chastity is a sea change in his environment. It’s bound to affect behavioral change.

This point is really being driven home to me today as I enter my second week of being locked in a chastity device. Sure, that isn’t a long time in the greater scheme of things, but it is another profound milestone for me as a novice. It has been an occasion for me to look inward and ponder some of the changes that have already started to take place. One very significant change immediately came to mind.

At first, when I became interested in trying male chastity, I’ll admit my motives were selfish. It was all about me. It was about experiencing something that seemed very erotic to think and fantasize about. I think you can see that in the early posts here on this blog. I remember being so frustrated when LJ wasn’t offering to do the things I expected, like teasing as one example. But, when I think about it today, my paradigm has changed considerably. I’m no longer thinking about what LJ can do for me. Instead, I’m thinking about how I can do more for her; how I can do more to show her my respect, admiration, and devotion. Each day it seems more important to me to please her in every way I can think of given the limitations imposed by our long-distance relationship.

This morning I had to admit to myself for the first time that as much as I love orgasms, I have started to love the feel of LJ’s control even more. In fact, I no longer want her to give me permission to orgasm because she thinks I want to, but only if it pleases her to allow it. Pleasing LJ has slowly turned into my prime directive. I have to admit that while I’ve never considered myself a submissive man, I am starting to feel very submissive toward LJ. One thing worries me about that.

Humility is a good thing. But at least to me, it is only attractive as long as it’s paired with self-confidence and proactivity. But it is starting to seem that being a chaste man tends to make me overly humble and submissive, completely reactive to LJ and her needs. To a degree, I feel I’m even becoming infatuated with LJ to a ridiculous degree.

Can a chaste man become so submissive, so servile, so single-mindedly focused on his keyholder and her happiness, and so docile that she eventually loses interest in him as a man? I’m not certain I want to be transformed into some kind of sycophant by this experience. I have no desire to have my masculinity completely stripped away.

But this fact remains. I have surrendered to LJ and have given her my complete trust. In doing that, I admit I have found true happiness. I have stopped struggling to be her equal and have submitted fully to her female authority.

In some ways, I feel like I’m on a greased ledge with no handholds, slowly sliding toward the drop-off into the abyss of chastity and there is nothing I can to slow it down.

The further I go down the rabbit hole with this, the more time I spend locked for LJ, the more I discover about myself. To be fair, I suppose that is the very reason I wanted to explore this.

The unthinkable

I’ve read everything I can find on the experiences of other guys who live the chastity lifestyle. Being new to it, I suppose I feel it will help me to learn things like how to deal with the denial and sexual frustration, what physical and mental changes I can expect from being kept in chastity, and how others relate to their key holders.

One resource I turn to again and again is the Denying Thumper blog. The reason I like it so much is Thumper is so open and honest and can clearly explain his experiences so anyone can understand. I’ve learned more from him about chastity than any other person.

It’s only been a short time that I’ve been locked and denied in comparison to guys like Thumper, who’ve been locked for many years. I only passed the actual 72-hour mark of being locked for the first time yesterday morning. Now I’m steaming toward my first 96-hours locked and beyond unless LJ tells me to remove the cage at some point.

Overall it’s going on nine days since I’ve been allowed to touch my dick or have an orgasm. Again, not a long time in comparison to a lot of other guys. I get it. Still, it’s a long time for me. I don’t think I’ve gone this long without it since I first learned about masturbation when I was a kid.

Anyway, this all got me to thinking about something this morning. Many of the stories I’ve read from other guys say their key holders make them go for weeks or months locked without release. Except for brief minutes to clean up periodically, their dicks remain locked in a cage. But, eventually, most do get a release.

Many guys even have any idea when their next release will happen, even if the date is weeks or months away. At least they can look forward to it. So far, I haven’t really had any of that with LJ.

Once I started sleeping with the cage on, she has only released me for one night. I had to remove the cage, was allowed to sleep without it one night, but had to put it right back on the next morning. The prohibition about touching my penis for pleasure and masturbating remained in effect. It wasn’t a release, just a short time out of the cage. If I couldn’t at least play with it anyway, I’d rather have remained in the cage. But of course, as it should be, LJ’s decisions don’t rely on what I feel would suit me better.

We haven’t had any discussions about when I might expect to be allowed an orgasm. Frankly, sex hasn’t been a part of my first chastity experience in any form at all so far. Having only just met LJ, I truly have no way to guess how long she expects me to remain in denial. On the one hand, the uncertainty of it all is pretty hot. I admit a part of me finds it arousing as hell. On the other hand, it’s more than a little terrifying.

If I knew how long it would be until I would be allowed to orgasm, at least I’d have a goal. I could spend the intervening time counting the days and hours and minutes, hoping I wouldn’t go crazy before reaching the deadline. Instead, I feel I’m more in a situation where I’m locked indefinitely. Of course, since it is indefinite, there is the hope I might be released and allowed an orgasm at any time. But, there is also the awful prospect that this might go on and on, an orgasm-free future stretching to infinity.

Suppose that, instead of chastity and denial lasting for a few weeks, or a month, or even a little more (hard enough for me, I think), just suppose LJ has in mind for it to last longer. Much, much longer. Suppose she intends it to last for several months. That would be a real test of my obedience. That would be a real test of my mettle.

In such a case, I can imagine myself whining and begging after a while, making heartfelt pleas for mercy, lifting up my anguished cries of frustration, even feeling angry at the unfairness of it all. But, if I have submissive leanings and chastity and denial is something I respond to, then even what might seem to be a draconian regimen now might be bearable with enough training.

But, now, let’s think about the unthinkable. What I’ve been talking about up till now is not unimaginable, even though I’m uncertain I’d volunteer for anything as severe as a period of denial lasting several months. But, suppose instead of being locked with a fixed-term embargo on orgasms, that LJ decrees a life sentence? Suppose she says to me, you are never going to come again? You will get close to it. You will never stop wanting it, but orgasm will always be denied. Without exception. Without time off for good behavior. Without the prospect of release. What if she says to me, this is what I want, and I think, however much you resist, you want and need it too. Ultimately you will thank me after you have stopped hating me.

Is this, do you think, the way that madness lies? Could only a lunatic impose such complete and utter control? And would only a lunatic accept it?

I’ll say this. It would certainly be a game-changer. No, if I’m a good boy, will you unlock me and let me cum. No more counting down the days until a release, dreaming of the mother of all orgasms. Just an endless future with no orgasms stretching out into eternity.

Of course, there might be some pleasure. Perhaps LJ would unlock me from time to time and allow me to masturbate, just as long as she trusted me to stop before it was too late. There would be other pleasures too. The pleasure of suffering for her, feeling every day that deep-down ache in my loins from the continual sexual frustration. There would be the pleasure of knowing I pleased LJ with my unwavering obedience to her decree. That purest pleasure of all, the pleasure of knowing I was doing her will. That I was making this supreme sacrifice for her. The renunciation of that moment of jouissance, the spasm of ecstasy. I’d become like a monk, one of the brothers of submission, dedicating myself to service, denying myself the relief of my desires in perpetuity.

Thinking about all this, I begin to wonder if being under sentence of permanent chastity and orgasm denial would give one a whole new perspective on physical pleasure and submission. You wouldn’t be quite the same person, would you? I suspect it would affect every aspect of your sexuality, which would no longer be goal-oriented (when is my next release? when can I come again? etc. etc.). Instead, it would be about a particular state of mind, almost what the religious call a state of grace. What that would feel like, I’m not quite sure.

Even though the idea of perpetual chastity and permanent embargo of orgasms might intrigue, even sound massively arousing, I’m not sure I’m sold on the idea of it. As much as I love being locked for LJ, as much as I love the idea that my penis is no longer mine, but hers to do with as she sees fit. The prospect of what I’ve contemplated here is just too frightening to think about. Don’t you think it’s unthinkable?

The paradox of enforced male chastity

I’ve been contemplating something for a while now, and I’m just going to throw it out there. There seems a paradox at the heart of enforced male chastity regarding the submissive aspect of it.

It all starts with a powerful sexual fantasy inside a guy’s head, to surrender ownership of his penis to another, having it locked up in a chastity device under the complete control of a key holder. He wants to renounce his own desires and impulses for sexual release and submit completely to the key holder. He wants to please his key holder above all other things.

Never unlock me and give me release for my sake, he says. Deny me because you want to. Control my orgasms because you can, but never because you think I like it. I suppose a key holder, at least one who is eager to fulfill the role rather than perhaps a wife, girlfriend, or lover who has been cajoled or persuaded to lock a guy up likes to hear him say this. I’m certain she must like hearing it if she is truly into enforcing male chastity; if she genuinely delights in controlling a man totally, using his penis only for her pleasure, testing his limits of submission, and pushing him beyond them.

In the circumstances I’ve outlined, it seems the two of them fit perfectly together, like two halves of a neatly carpentered dovetail joint. As it is often said, opposite poles attract. As a straight male, I have in mind here a strong, dominant woman. A woman who understands a man in chastity is far more motivated to please her when his natural biological drive for frequent sexual release goes unmet. A woman who frankly wants to be in charge, to have complete control in the relationship. She is not only a key holder but the literal key to turning sexual fantasies into reality. To put it bluntly, it’s completely up to her to make male chastity work.

And yet, if she wants what he wants, then isn’t he getting exactly what he wants. And in pleasing herself, she gives him what he desires most. How then is the key holder controlling him? It might be argued that he is controlling her, only giving her the illusion that she is the one in control. When all along, she is giving him exactly what he wants.

Would he not be more truly submissive if she offered him only the kind of chastity from which he could derive no pleasure? If she gave him nothing but instead despised him, ignored him, locked him up and then abandoned him? If he still wanted only to be locked for her in chastity and obey her, would that not be true submission?

Whereas he knows full well he will receive from her only that which delights him: locking him in the chastity device which serves as a constant reminder that she owns his penis, the denial which provokes the fullness in his balls that makes him crave release. The intense teasing aimed at driving him wild with need and sexual desire, the edging without ever crossing the finish line, the threats of punishment if he dares to touch himself for self-pleasure without her permission, the acts aimed at emasculating him. All these things, all this cruelty, he craves.

The key holder is both free to do with him as she pleases within the confines of the limits they have negotiated and yet reliant on his consent. He voluntarily agrees to give up his freedom of choice. No doubt when he is aroused, both mentally and physically, the key holder does hold genuine control over him. She can make him do things he might not ordinarily do, endure things he may have thought unbearable, want things he never imagined. This control is real, it’s not something he pretends to give her. When he is in the throes of arousal, it may seem as if her control is limitless. But reality ultimately intrudes, the ebb and sway of power and control will shift again.

His submission is real enough in the heat of the moment. For him, there’s a wonderful freedom in renouncing control, in being taken out of himself. And for her, a heady sense of power in assuming this total control.

The conventional view is that in the relationship between the locked up male and key holder, the male renounces control. It is the key holder who prevails, whose word is law. That’s the theory. However, in practice, it is a bit more complicated than that. The transfer of power from the male in chastity to the key holder is freely given. It’s a consensual transaction. We aren’t talking about something based on force as exists in the outside world, where the strong exploit the weak. It’s a voluntary exchange of power.

But, if consent is freely given, how can it be the key holder is in control? Is not the one who grants or withholds consent actually in control? And yet, the appeal of this relationship for the male who craves enforced chastity is that he has ceded control to another. That’s where the excitement comes from, for him. That is why locking his own penis in a chastity device and observing a self-imposed period of abstinence will never suffice. He needs a key holder with the right to order him to do things, even things he doesn’t want to do. He needs to feel he has renounced his right to say no. If it is not so, then it all becomes a rather pointless exercise. He has to feel her power over him is real, not merely a convention.

Given the paradox, some might say, if this is all true, then surely enforced male chastity is only a game. My reply would be it is indeed a game, with strict rules. If you don’t play a game by the rules, what’s the point in playing at all? And it’s a very serious game, as all games worth playing are. Perhaps we can say it’s like the state of mind you adopt when reading a novel. You know at the outset the story isn’t true. Yet while you read you allow yourself to believe that it is, otherwise the story couldn’t hold you in its spell. Literary people call this “the willing suspension of belief.” I think enforced male chastity may be similar.

He knows he could stop her and demand his release if he wished to, but he wants it all to be real. He is willing to suspend belief. He needs a good key holder for it all to work—a figure of authority who provides necessary guidance and discipline, and even punishment if it is deserved. He needs to trust her, to view her as the one person who will not let him down. He craves her approval, dreads her displeasure, and constantly strives not to disappoint her. But, in all of that, is there true submission?

Here is something I use to think. I believed that a man who desired to submit to enforced chastity wanted nothing but to please his key holder. I believed altruism, and the submission inherent in the arrangement went hand in hand. But now I tend to think that’s a superficial view. In fact, it now seems to me that a man who desires to submit to enforced chastity is really seeking to have his own needs indulged. The submissive aspect to it then is not about self-abnegation. It’s quite the opposite. It’s about self-fulfillment. You concede control, but only so that the key holder will take full advantage of it.