It seems like a distant dream, the last time i was allowed to have an erection. Almost a full month now, locked in one of the tiniest chastity cages on the planet. And I’m torn as to whether this is good or bad news, but i’m starting to get used to the cage. The last couple of nights, it’s not keeping me up like it did before. And i mainly go about my day hardly noticing it’s there. Only when using the bathroom or thinking sexual thoughts, I’m still well reminded of who owns my little dicklette. It may sound a bit counter-intuitive, but – judging from earlier experience – when finally released from chastity, at first you feel a bit “naked” without your cage. It’s become part of you. There’s this kind of docile acceptance, like a domesticated zoo animal resigned to stay in captivity.
The above quote is from the yurichastity blog, a good little boy that writes about his experiences in chastity and his devotion for his Mistress, Princess Sheridan
