I never imagined how frustrating this would get. When I decided to wear the chastity cage, it felt empowering—a conscious choice to hand the keys over to my parents, giving them control and reinforcing a level of accountability I thought I wanted. And honestly, I do like it. There’s a certain thrill, a satisfaction, in surrendering that part of myself, in knowing that I’m living up to the commitment I made.
But, wow, it’s so frustrating sometimes. The cage is always there, a constant reminder of my choice, pressing against my limits, both physical and mental. There are moments when I feel the urge to beg for the key, to plead for just a little relief. Yet, I don’t. I know this frustration is part of the experience, part of what I signed up for.
The dynamic with my parents adds another layer. They’re firm but understanding, reminding me why I made this decision when I vent about how hard it is. It’s an odd mix of emotions—respect, trust, and sometimes even resentment—but deep down, I know I wouldn’t want it any other way. Even in the moments of sheer frustration.
Do you also feel like this sometimes?
