Chaste for My Dearest

I’m losing the enthusiasm for this game. I think this could have something to do with other problems far more important getting in the way.

Last week has been particularly busy at work. Nearly every night I have been working late, unable to give My Dearest an accurate time as to when I will be home. Then I had to work on Saturday. Lots of people do work on Saturday I grant you, and I do so regularly. But put into context that this past week should have been a week of annual leave for me. You can perhaps understand My Dearest’s frustration.

The next weighing was last Monday 27th March. The stressful and extended hours of working last week had resulted in me nibbling lot more than usual. Fruit yes, but still a source of sugar. I was guessing that I would not have lost a huge amount of weight. Over the week. I stepped on the scales and it read 13 stone 7 pounds. I then tried again, 13 stone 6 pounds, then again 13 stone 5 pounds. I was starting to enjoy this. At one point I got it to read 13 stone 2 pounds.

After fiddling about, making sure there was no dirt where it shouldn’t be, then moving it to another part of the floor (you never know). At last I managed to get a consistent result. Sadly not as low as 13 stone 2 pounds, but to the original read out of 13 stone 7 pound. Exactly 2 pounds lost over the week.

Under the rules, I am allowed out of the chastity device for 1 complete day. My Dearest handed me the key.

It is now Wednesday and I should have been locked back last night. I don’t know if My Dearest has forgotten or decided to be generous, but she did not hand me her padlock. So I am still unlocked, after last week I am very happy to have a bit of a holiday so I am not going to remind her. I am still trying to loose weight and this week I am going to try and shed more than the obligatory 2 pounds.

I continue my weight loss diet using an unusal motivation. I have to lose at least 2 pounds a week. during this time I am made to wear a male chastity device on my cock, My Dearest has the key and it is she who decides if I have earned a weekly release. If I don't manage the 2 pound drop, the CB3000 cage is kept locked for another week.

Following last week’s disaster when I not just failed to lose the 2 pounds, but gained 2 pounds instead. I was determined to make sure that this week, the scales told only the truth. It turned out that the batteries had not been changed the other week so I decided I will change them.

Buying them proved to be not as easy as I expected. I thought two AA Duracells would fix it until I found out that it required two button cells. Into town I went and eventually found the right type hanging up behind the cash desk at Dixons.

Come the weighing. I decided to weigh myself twice. Once with the old batteries, and once with the new set. On the scales I stood and it came out 13 stone 8 pounds. A drop of 4 pounds since last week. Not bad I thought, considering I had spent four days and 3 nights away. Technically under the rules, in order to be released, I had to lose 6 pounds. the 2 pounds I had gained, plus the 2 pounds I should have lost last week, plus the 2 pounds for this week as well. I was expecting that would be too difficult and had got my brain set for a 2 week lockup with me going for 8 pounds in two weeks. That would put me back on target.

I then replaced the batteries in the scales and weighed myself again with the new set. This time it said 13 stone 9 pounds.

Technically, under the rules, My Dearest could have kept my cock locked up for another week. Instead she felt that I have done well enough over the last week. Since the scales have been playing up, she has decided that I can be released after all. For 2 whole days.

My weight is now officially 13 stone 9 pounds, and that means my target for next week will be 13 stone 7 pounds.

What a weekend it's been, I won't go into all the decisions that I am thinking about but they are contributing towards my general stress levels. Then on Monday night I stand on the scales to find that my weight had gone UP. And if I wanted any hope of my cock being released next week I will have to drop not 2 pounds but 6 pounds.

It didn’t help my mood the next morning when I got a spam email telling me that Oprah lost 14 pounds in 5 weeks and to check out a website. Big deal I thinks, that is just 2.8 pounds per week I've got to do better than that.

Of course even if I achieve the target, chances are I will only be allowed out for a day.

I have been wondering how, when I have been doing all the right things during the week, that I managed not only fail to loose the 2 pounds, but to gain 2 instead. I now suspect the electric scales. After all, My Dearest said last week she wasn’t sure if it was reading correctly. Problem is, I am not allowed to weigh myself during the week to see how things are going. A rule My Dearest and I agreed to, to make things more interesting. It’s doing that alright. I am considering making up a known weight to test the scales. A bag of sand or something like that. Then each time I am weighed. I weigh the bag first to see if that has lost or gained weight. If the weight is changing, then I will know that something is wrong with the scales.

OK, lets try and be positive, I've had a setback now to move forward. I am starting to think that 6 pounds in a week, though not impossible, after all that's what I managed during the first week, could be too difficult a target for me. But 8 pounds in a fortnight or 4 pounds a week would be more achievable. I just need to get my mind adjusted to a 2 week continuous lock up. This would be by far the longest time I would have been locked in the CB3000. Not a prospect I am looking forward to but these are the rules. I am just going to have to accept them.

One of the reasons why I don't think I will be able to make the target is that during the week I will be going away on business. 3 nights away in a hotel. 4 days away being fed from restaurants. Sounds good doesn’t it. Not if you’re trying to loose 6 pounds it’s not. Then comes the sociable drinks. I don’t drink alcohol as a rule, and normally have soft drinks. I was thinking of having fruit juices instead, that was until I found out the other day that they can be just as bad as a Coke. Terrrrrriffic!

Big disaster today. The day of my third weighing.

I was happy that I had done so well. At last week’s weighing I had lost 6 pounds and so had earned 3 days release. In fact I was out for longer. Yes I due to the reasons that I explained in my last blog entry, I was released one day late. So I should have been locked up again on Friday night. My Dearest decided to be kind and kept me out for another day.

So on Saturday night I was locked up. My Dearest then gave ME a massage. Yes that is correct. I had quite a stressful day and had been in a really off mood, she realised I was all tensed up and decided to calm me down a bit. So being released for an extra day, and given a massage, I was doing alright. The following night I returned the favour. I did the massaging. I went on to give her an extra favour using my tongue that would let her go to sleep with a smile, and very relaxed.

We reached Monday. I was being weighed this evening. I was confident I would be let out. I had continued to watch what I was eating, no snacking between meals and no fizzy soft drinks. Also I had been swimming about 4 times over the past week. If I had managed to lose 6 pounds the previous week, all I wanted to know this week was how many pounds over the obligatory 2 had I lost.

Last week I was 13 stone 10 pounds, I needed to be below 13 stone 8 pounds to be released. I stood on the scales. The display flashed and the reading said 13 stone 12 pounds. I had gone UP by two pounds.

Now this is bad news. I was 4 pounds over the weight I should have been. The rules are clear on this matter. I did not achieve the target weight I will not be released from my CB3000 for at least a week. That is not all. Next Monday my target will be 2 pounds down from this week’s. So by next week, if I am to be released, I must weigh 13 stone 6 pounds. A reduction of 6 pounds from what I weigh today. Failure to reach that target and I will remain locked for yet another 7 days.

I have got my work cut out.

Last Monday was the day of my second weighing.

At the first weighing I was 14stone 2 pounds. Under the terms of the deal with My Dearest, I must lose 2 pounds a week. I am to remained locked in my CB3000 cage for the week, and only be allowed release if I achieve my target weight. I will be allowed out for 24 hours for hitting the target, which increases by 24 hours for every 2 pounds I have lost beyond the target weight.

On Monday things had over-run at work and I was late home. I got in at quarter past midnight. My Dearest had already gone to bed, her work involved more sensible office hours, so she had to get up in the morning. So did I come to that. Before turning in myself I stood on the scales but since My Dearest was asleep there was nothing I could do. The next morning I was off before My Dearest woke, so it was another day of being locked.

Tuesday evening and I got home at a sensible time. My Dearest then told me that the electronic scales appeared to be under reading due to a low battery, so I was going to have to weigh myself again. I’m not sure if this was genuine, or she was being evil, either way I had no choice but to comply.

The scales read 13 stone 10 pounds, a loss over the week of 6 pounds. That gave me a release duration of 3 days. This comes after a total of 9 days locked.

I am now enjoying my freedom, but I must be mindful that I will now have to weigh 13 stone 8 pounds or less by next Monday otherwise the cage that is due to be locked back onto my penis on Friday, will remain on for the whole of next week.

Just a reminder that this blog is an adult site as it covers sex and enforced chastity.

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The rules have changed in our house a couple of days ago. Over the weekend I told My Dearest that she should be a lot more dominant and be prepared to use the CB3000 more often. She had gone through a bit of a bad patch what with personal problems, a death in her family as well has having to contend with poor health. I felt the time was right to kick her back into her old self. That night I saw to it that she went to sleep with a smile on her face.

I don’t think she really knew how best to respond to my suggestion, though she appeared keen. An idea had come to me a few days previously so I decided to give it a go.

I have to say that I am a bit overweight. For nearly all of my adult life I have been heavier than the recommended weight for my height, but I never considered myself fat. More recently I had noticed that my weight was going up again. I had been swimming at a local health club several times a week but this had not reduced my weight to any great extent. So I thought perhaps My Dearest would be prepared to combine the CB3000 cage with a weight reduction regime. I made the suggestion, and she jumped at it. It turned out that she was also concerned about my weight.

On Sunday night, As I came to bed, My Dearest handed me her small padlock, with the instructions to put my cage on. I did as I was told. I got the impressions that this was not going to be just an overnight confinement. For the first time ever, My Dearest wore the key to the padlock on a gold chain round her neck.

Since she didn't made up the rules until later, she had me locked up an extra day before I weighed myself on Monday night:

14 stone 2 pounds.

The rules are such. Every Monday night I will be weighed, if I have lost 2 pounds or more since the previous week. The cage will be removed for 24 hours. If I have lost 4 pounds, then the cage will stay off for 48 hours. 6 pounds off and my free time goes up to 72 hours. My Dearest doesn’t think I will be capable of loosing any more than that in a week.

If at the Monday night weighing, I find that I have not lost 2 pounds since the previous week, then the cage will stay lock on my cock for another week. Furthermore, not only do I have to catch up the shortfall, I also have to loose another 2 pounds on top of that in order to maintain the 2 pounds per week weight drop.

I cannot bank the weight loss. What I mean is if I lose 4 pounds over the course of a week. I still have to lose another 2 pounds by following week in order to earn release, I can’t just stay static knowing I’ve already lost my 2 pounds for the second week.

There is just one more rule, no intermediate weighing, I must only stand on the scales on Monday night. I am not allowed to try my weight during the week to see how I am doing.

So it is now Thursday night, I have been wearing the CB3000 now for 4 complete days, and I know I will not be released for another 4 days at the very earliest and only if, on Monday night I weigh 14 stone 0 pounds or less. Any more than that, and the key will remain on its chain around My Dearest’s neck, and cage will remain unlocked for another 7 days.

I have not worn the cage for this long since last summer and only once for as long as a week, At the moment I have to say that the cage locked to my penis is a touch irritating. I am always aware it is there. An important reminder earlier this evening as I was standing next to the chocolate counter in the queue to pay, having just filled my car with fuel. Last week I would not have resisted the temptation like I did today.