Transsexual Female / 23
Confession Of A Chastity Slave
My name is ChastityDolly. I am a slave to chastity. I am wearing a chastity cage right now, and have done so for the past few months already.
Chastity began for me whilst I was 18, watching and consuming porn from many places, and from there I began to take notice of a quirky interest in guys and girls being locked up in cages and belts. The idea that this one singular device would prevent orgasms and cause you to be uncontrollably frustrated was like a dream to me. I wanted some of the good times the “victims” of the kink were experiencing, but as I had no income and I was living with parents, I dropped those dreams entirely.
Once I graduated, however, I suddenly had much more free space—I went abroad to study, and it was there I began to purchase a cheap, knockoff cage, a CB6000. The transparent, plastic cage was a clunky mess, but it was the start of a rabbit hole I never came out of. I began to wear chastity, initially starting with a few hours or days, before getting skilled enough and tolerant enough to wear cages for weeks at a time. I had bouts of shame that stopped me from wearing chastity, though those lasted for a month or two. I bought cages and cages, seeing which ones fit me, and dabbled in some anal as well, though I never really got far with anal and was mostly focused on just being a good girl in a cage.
When I came back from university, things slowed down for a bit as I had to contend with my parents, but as soon as I realized they, in fact, did not have many chances to see my genitalia, I resumed wearing chastity. All this time, I was my own keyholder, and as of writing this, still own the keys to my cage. My times, however, grew longer and longer, from weeks, to a month, to two months...and it was at some points that it clicked within me.
I didn’t need to unlock. I have no good reason to ever be free from chastity.
Hygiene? That would require an unlock, but after that, it was back into the strict prison.
Orgasms? By this time, I had learnt how to cum from my ass. I had no need to unlock to orgasm, and even then, I could hump pillows just fine.
Did I like it? Oh yes I did. There are some times where I hated how itchy it felt, and how it felt strange, but as time passed, these bad feelings were swept away, and replaced by...nothing. I was just living life, wearing this device around me, without feeling any shame or want to unlock. I didn’t need to unlock. In fact, it would be better if I stay locked.
I was a voluntary chastity slave. I had looked inside of myself, and found that I had no need to remove the cage, nor any want to do so. I wanted it on. I would miss it if someone unlocked me. It was comfortable, it was soothing. The tight embrace of the cage was not a punishment, it was a g*ft.
I held no attachment to my small penis, either. Regardless of size, I held no feelings for it, except slight disgust over having to deal with a flimsy piece of flesh that looked unsightly. To me, it would have been an improvement if it was hidden behind a tube of metal. Nor did I value my purity or my virginity enough to be concerned about breaking it. I was a submissive, and had no interest in penetrating someone else with my own penis.
It felt like I was born to be sealed in chastity. It was this aspect of my life that had come 18 years after I was born, and showed me a new way of living that I greatly appreciated, that I enjoyed and thrived in. How else would you explain my propensity to be sealed in smaller and smaller chastity tubes, other than birthright?
Because of this, I have taken it upon myself to declare myself as a permanent chastity slave. I will live my life, into my Middle Ages, into my elderly years. I will experience life, cultivate a relationship, get married, etc. I will orgasm, serve other people superior to me, and be the best and most worthless doll I can ever hope for. And throughout the rest of my life, I will live it, with a chastity cage always locked onto me.
I was meant to wear chastity. It is just right for me. It is a part of who I am, a missing part. I do not belong to “normal” human society, who have their sexual freedom unrestricted, and unrestrained. My normal is chastity. Chastity needs me, and I need chastity. I am embarrassed to admit it to others in real life, but I am confident in telling this to many, many other people around the world. I am a permanent chastity slave, never to be released, and never to be parted with the cage she needs the most.
Chastity began for me whilst I was 18, watching and consuming porn from many places, and from there I began to take notice of a quirky interest in guys and girls being locked up in cages and belts. The idea that this one singular device would prevent orgasms and cause you to be uncontrollably frustrated was like a dream to me. I wanted some of the good times the “victims” of the kink were experiencing, but as I had no income and I was living with parents, I dropped those dreams entirely.
Once I graduated, however, I suddenly had much more free space—I went abroad to study, and it was there I began to purchase a cheap, knockoff cage, a CB6000. The transparent, plastic cage was a clunky mess, but it was the start of a rabbit hole I never came out of. I began to wear chastity, initially starting with a few hours or days, before getting skilled enough and tolerant enough to wear cages for weeks at a time. I had bouts of shame that stopped me from wearing chastity, though those lasted for a month or two. I bought cages and cages, seeing which ones fit me, and dabbled in some anal as well, though I never really got far with anal and was mostly focused on just being a good girl in a cage.
When I came back from university, things slowed down for a bit as I had to contend with my parents, but as soon as I realized they, in fact, did not have many chances to see my genitalia, I resumed wearing chastity. All this time, I was my own keyholder, and as of writing this, still own the keys to my cage. My times, however, grew longer and longer, from weeks, to a month, to two months...and it was at some points that it clicked within me.
I didn’t need to unlock. I have no good reason to ever be free from chastity.
Hygiene? That would require an unlock, but after that, it was back into the strict prison.
Orgasms? By this time, I had learnt how to cum from my ass. I had no need to unlock to orgasm, and even then, I could hump pillows just fine.
Did I like it? Oh yes I did. There are some times where I hated how itchy it felt, and how it felt strange, but as time passed, these bad feelings were swept away, and replaced by...nothing. I was just living life, wearing this device around me, without feeling any shame or want to unlock. I didn’t need to unlock. In fact, it would be better if I stay locked.
I was a voluntary chastity slave. I had looked inside of myself, and found that I had no need to remove the cage, nor any want to do so. I wanted it on. I would miss it if someone unlocked me. It was comfortable, it was soothing. The tight embrace of the cage was not a punishment, it was a g*ft.
I held no attachment to my small penis, either. Regardless of size, I held no feelings for it, except slight disgust over having to deal with a flimsy piece of flesh that looked unsightly. To me, it would have been an improvement if it was hidden behind a tube of metal. Nor did I value my purity or my virginity enough to be concerned about breaking it. I was a submissive, and had no interest in penetrating someone else with my own penis.
It felt like I was born to be sealed in chastity. It was this aspect of my life that had come 18 years after I was born, and showed me a new way of living that I greatly appreciated, that I enjoyed and thrived in. How else would you explain my propensity to be sealed in smaller and smaller chastity tubes, other than birthright?
Because of this, I have taken it upon myself to declare myself as a permanent chastity slave. I will live my life, into my Middle Ages, into my elderly years. I will experience life, cultivate a relationship, get married, etc. I will orgasm, serve other people superior to me, and be the best and most worthless doll I can ever hope for. And throughout the rest of my life, I will live it, with a chastity cage always locked onto me.
I was meant to wear chastity. It is just right for me. It is a part of who I am, a missing part. I do not belong to “normal” human society, who have their sexual freedom unrestricted, and unrestrained. My normal is chastity. Chastity needs me, and I need chastity. I am embarrassed to admit it to others in real life, but I am confident in telling this to many, many other people around the world. I am a permanent chastity slave, never to be released, and never to be parted with the cage she needs the most.
# 59801 - by
ChastityDolly / July 28, 2022
