Male chastity devices and having twisted feelings about them


Male chastity is beautiful.  In fact, there are few things I find in sexual relations more beautiful.  A man that has had his genitals caged, and better still is serious about it, is a man I admire.  Especially when the man cedes true control and hands the key to someone else.

Although this dynamic can play out between a man and any partner, I am particularly enamoured of how this plays out between a man and a female key holder.  It is sexy.  But it is also deeply spiritual.  It is also a political act.  All of these reasons make me love it.

But it isn’t for me.  Why?

As a non-binary person, I look at my own appendage with disdain.  I decry its tyranny.  I don’t like it.  And I don’t like being reminded of it.  Chastity makes me think about it, makes it look bigger, makes it more prominent in my life, and that just upsets me.

Okay, I accept that it is there.  I accept that I must use it from time to time.  But the times I have touched it sexually in my life I can count on one hand.  I can only recall masturbating with my hand twice in my entire life.  I don’t like touching it.  I don’t like being reminded of it.

When Mistress says it is hers, I love her for it.  She may mean it differently, but to let her have it means I don’t need to think about it anymore, and thank goodness, because I don’t want to.  

But I still love the narrative that chastity represents.  Only I know that if I make the commitment to someone that involves being chaste, I can keep it.  I am not weak.  I have the self-discipline.  I am not seduced by the weak male narrative that says I have to pleasure myself.  No.  I can wait.  I can wait forever if I must.

Please don’t misunderstand; I love the big O.  I love even more being aroused.  Just drifting in a state of arousal is pretty wonderful.

If I must “lock it up” the way I do it is tucking.  I love tucking.  I love to not see it, to see it gone.  The effect is the same.

But if a woman is interested in a chaste man, I have the self-control to be a chaste man, if only to please her.

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    1. That’s really sweet. Thank you. One of the unexpected pleasures of blogging has been “offline” chats that have emerged with kindred spirits. It seems that I am meeting other slaves, and I love it. To be united by something so special is really quite uncanny. I think that one day there should be a slave convention, just as Doms/Dommes have get togethers.

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      1. I feel the same, my friend! I am so grateful to be able to talk to others about these parts of myself. I considered many of my WP friends to be “real” friends, even if I don’t see them in my “real life”. Surely they know more about me than most ❤

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  1. Oh, and if you aren’t following collaredmichael, he has an amazing blog about male chastity! He and I have been following each other’s blogs for about five years and I consider him a good friend here 🙂

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      1. I actually did look at the link, and had wanted to follow his blog, but as you say it is a dead link. Would be interested to hear more. One always wonders what happens to people when their platforms disappear…censorship, remorse, something else?

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      2. I spoke to a mutual friend and Michael is busy creating a new blog. I don’t know the story yet, but I am guessing (as he was a big fan of graphic images) that he was shut down due to violating WP policy. When/if he has a new blog, I will let you know. I think you would enjoy hearing about his journey in chastity.

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