Today I woke alone in bed wearing only my metal underwear. The belt felt really tight for some reason. I'm not sure if this was physical due water-weight from higher salt diet yesterday, or psychological, the simple thought that I cannot remove my belt, that it's locked onto me.
We talk about the pressure the belt places on the waist but this morning I was so aware of the whole contraption: The bar between my butt cheeks and the front shield tube pressing into me. The latter was very uncomfortable to start with, but now it has carved its position into my pubis in such a way that I'm hardly bothered by it at all and security is unbelievably good.
But the whole chastity belt experience felt quite intense to me this morning. Like I'd been showing off and climbed into one of those safety swings at the park and got myself totally stuck! 😅 😅 😅
This said, I'm not humiliated by my belt, despite being a man and the expectations that come with this from others here. I increasingly think of chastity as playing the ultimate game of "hard to get". You can look, but you can't ever get in my pants. No easy seduction here, @MissBlossom!! 🤣 There is only one woman on the planet for me (and unfortunately, she knows that I do better in every aspect of my life without orgasm!).
So anyway, that's my random chastity diary entry for today. I woke up in metal pants that I can't take off and was straining against the idea that this is how things are going to be, always.
It's not boring being in a belt. I'll say that.
