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I am completely new to this forum and wanted to share a fun place to track my upcoming chastity adventure. I’m a 24-year-old guy with a girlfriend who is 25, somewhat hesitant and vanilla but also intrigued.

Background: Since around age 14, I’ve been a heavy porn consumer and masturbator. Like many others in that boat, my tastes grew increasingly extreme over time. I have always enjoyed female-dominated dynamics, and recently became very into cuckold/cheating content for the most part, though it wasn’t something I wanted to live out in reality yet. Aside from some light scratching and spanking during sex, I don’t like getting hurt much, and being cheated on would devastate me.

While watching femdom videos made me aware of cock cage devices, I usually linked them with sissification or pegging scenarios. Even though I found those ideas somewhat attractive occasionally, they didn’t feel realistic for my own life back then. That changed recently.

My girlfriend and I started dating 3.5 years ago and moved in together about two-and-a-half years prior to now. Our early relationship was intense, but we were also constantly drinking and partying. When sober, our libidos are mismatched—mine is much higher. She tends toward vanilla when sober as well. Part of this stems from her fear of seeming abnormal or feeling ashamed by kinky activities. Since she doesn’t use the internet much beyond social media, she hasn’t encountered many risqué resources online. I often have to read her body language because she rarely verbalizes what she wants. She loosens up significantly when drinking, particularly on vacation (allowing for anal sex and public play). Furthermore, from day one, she has been adamant that she HATES porn, likely believing it’s “weird” or inappropriate for a girl like her to watch. She also owns no dildos or vibrators because she claims the idea of toys grosses her out.

As we settled into our long-term careers, we lost time for partying, and our sex life declined somewhat. An illness temporarily killed her libido entirely; while she still allowed intercourse, she rarely reached a release even when I performed oral on her. That issue is resolved now, and we’ve found a steady rhythm again, but during that slump period, I turned heavily to porn. She was fine with it as long as I wasn’t in the house.

However, my side of things deteriorated. Watching too much content made me resentful because my beautiful partner didn’t act like a typical porn girl. Coming home exhausted from work (I’m remote), I’d get upset she wasn’t dropping to her knees for a blowjob. Resentment and grumpiness set in. She still gave me sex, mostly lying on her stomach while I finished inside her, but eventually, I grew tired of that routine and would walk off to the couch to masturbate after she fell asleep.

Needless to say, this created distance between us. She wasn’t wrong, and I was being selfish, yet couldn’t let it go. Sex began feeling like just a heightened form of masturbation—a better way for me to cum than using my hand alone. Even when she showed enthusiasm, if things didn’t go exactly how I wanted, I’d get upset. Ridiculous behavior on my part. Consequently, I stopped wanting to give massages or buy flowers since the best-case scenario was sex—which felt like enough already—and masturbation was easier.

Sometimes during good sessions, I wouldn’t even want to finish because I disliked the feeling after release; I preferred staying in that pre-orgasm glow. She didn’t understand why, but I’d often stop early after she came and rub her back until sleep took her, then masturbate watching her sleeping naked beside me. After cumming, however, those grumpy feelings returned, leaving me dissatisfied. Other times, when she said no to my advances, I felt a specific arousal from rejection—though it was an angry type of turn-on since I knew I’d just go jerk off on the couch like a child. Clearly unsatisfied, but attributing it to mismatched drives and thinking I’d have to lower my libido for our relationship to survive.

Re-discovering chastity play: About a month ago, googling ways to reduce masturbation in relationships led me back to cock cage devices. It’s often criticized as a cheap shortcut since porn addiction is mental; simply blocking the physical outlet seems too easy. However, I also read many testimonials about how chastity reinvigorated their servitude and admiration for partners, which intrigued me deeply. I wanted to treat my girlfriend like royalty again.

So, I shyly brought up the topic of a cock cage. I explained that I didn’t want to masturbate during her workday anymore and hoped this would help me appreciate sex with her more.

This might have been one of the worst ways to introduce it. She flipped out, saying it sounded like she’d need to treat my penis like a dog in a crate, only letting it out once home. She argued that if I truly appreciated her, it shouldn’t be transactional (getting sex back). It should come from wanting to make her happy.

I hastily dropped the subject and retreated to reconsidering my approach.

A couple weeks later, I explained tease and denial more clearly. Her blowjobs have always been direct—immediate suction at top speed because that’s what she thinks feels best. I told her it felt good when she kissed around my cock without touching directly, or paused while excited so I could calm down before continuing. Whether she fully understood isn’t clear, but she was open to listening.

That night, as I drifted off, she joined me in bed and instructed me to get on top in missionary position. She stroked me until erect, then began rubbing my tip against her clit. Moaning softly, she became extremely wet. Leaning in, I asked if I could penetrate… she whispered “no.” Seconds later, she guided me inside briefly before pushing me back out and removing her hand from mine completely. It was almost too much to handle. She resumed rubbing my cock on her clit with one hand while reaching around to graze my ass with the other.

Holy shit. I’m not sure if she’d read something online, but she FINALLY GOT IT. My release came instantly and heavily over her. I couldn’t hold back. She gasped and gave me an angry look. Grabbing some Kleenex, she cleaned herself up and sternly ordered, “How dare you. Eat me out.” Naturally, I complied, still tasting myself on her skin. She climaxed and rolled over to sleep while my cock continued throbbing for round two.

Over the next few days, I brought up chastity again. This time I clarified that it wasn’t about withholding sex entirely but maintaining sexual connection even when she didn’t want intercourse. Even being ignored would be arousing because she held control of my pleasure in her hands all day and night, keeping me close without demanding extra energy from her.

She still didn’t quite grasp the full concept, but seeing how denying me immediate release affected my orgasm seemed to show her it was a genuine possibility. I decided not to press the point further.

, we were lying in bed when she asked for a butt massage. I obliged, then started kissing her back and worked my way down. Every few seconds I’d pause, but she’d wiggle her bottom toward me to show she liked it. Before long, my tongue was working all over her lovely ass. I’ve eaten her out before—usually with just some light licks during cunnilingus or as a quick lead-in to anal—but she typically guided me back toward her vagina. This time, though, I kept my full attention on her hole while she moaned for about ten minutes. She directed my fingers to her clit and brought me to orgasm. Then she pulled me up beside her and rubbed my penis against her clit until she came again. She got into doggy style and rubbed me against her saliva-lubricated ass, even starting to guide the head in… before stopping suddenly. She rolled onto her side and wished me goodnight. As I lay next to her with my heart racing from excitement, she said matter-of-factly, “go ahead and buy that dick thing.” While she slept, I masturbated myself off, then immediately felt a bit of disappointment—but I just couldn’t help it. It was like a dream come true.

Last night we went to a party with some friends. I was pretty drunk but couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night. I headed to the bathroom and eventually bought a device from Amazon that will arrive this week. On our way home, I drunkenly told my girlfriend that I’d purchased a toy. She rolled her eyes, but smiled.

This morning we were lying on the couch when she turned to me and said “so… you bought that toy.” I confirmed it was true. She mentioned she still thought it was kind of weird and wasn’t sure what role she should play. I explained that she only had to do whatever felt right for her. She could create little games, tell me when I’m allowed to cum or snatch the pleasure away at the last second, or just do nothing at all. It was entirely up to her. She expressed some concern about logistics—can people see it through my pants? What happens at metal detectors? I told her those were details I’d work out later and that for now she should just enjoy herself.

She asked if this meant I would be buying her more things, half-jokingly. I said we’d see; some people had suggested as much. I explained that a large part of me wanted to treat her nicely again, like we did at the start when we were courting. If she wanted massages and similar perks, I was happy to say yes. She happily replied “oh… I guess you’re my slave now then.” I agreed, but she clarified she was joking; she didn’t actually want me to be her slave. Then she asked for a massage, which I provided. She also asked if I would take her out for dinner and a movie tonight, and I said yes. She mused “hmmm, maybe I will enjoy this.”

So… that’s where things stand. The device is on its way and I can’t wait to start using it. I’m not going in with overly high expectations—I know this won’t necessarily change my life completely—but I’m so glad my girlfriend is open-minded about all of this, and I can’t wait to give it a try!

or just do nothing at all. It was entirely her call. She had some worries about the practical side—could people see it through my trousers? What would happen at security checkpoints? I assured her those were minor details I’d handle later and that for now, she should simply enjoy herself. She wondered if this meant I’d be buying her more things, half in jest. I replied we’d find out; some had suggested just that. I explained that a big part of me wanted to treat her well again, like when we first started dating. If she desired massages and other perks, I was ready to say yes. She cheerfully responded "oh... I guess you're my slave now then." I nodded in agreement, but she clarified it was just a joke; she didn’t really want me as her actual slave. Then she requested a massage, which I gave her. She also asked if I’d take her out for dinner and a film tonight, to which I said yes. She mused "hmmm, maybe I will enjoy this." So... that’s the current situation. The device is on its way and I can’t wait to start using it. I’m not going in with sky-high expectations—I know this won't necessarily transform my life entirely—but I'm so pleased my girlfriend is open-minded about all of this, and I can’t wait to give it a go!

My initial thought was that you are still quite young! But then I reasoned, what do I really know? So there we have it. I hope you have lots of fun and find plenty of ways to keep your sex life "fresh" as your relationship grows and changes. And chastity is great!