Chaste for My Dearest

Work and Easter holidays means I missed last week’s blog. I was weighed though. It was just I didn’t have time to write the blog.

Last week my target weight was 13 stone 3 pounds. Which was made more difficult by the fact that I had to lose 3 pounds from the previous week. The hated electric scales flashed up the numbers 13 stone 2 pounds, so I had overshot by a pound. Under the rules I was allowed release for 1 day, If I had managed another pound, I would have been allowed 2 days.

After the previous week’s weighing, I found out that even if I had reached my target, I would not have been released. I realised I could not take anything for granted. This time though, My Dearest decided my penis could be unlocked from its clear plastic cage.

My Dearest thought hard about how to manage the next week. Since I was going away for most of it. I was expecting to be given instructions to lock up while I was away. I was wondering if I could get away with staying unlocked until the day I came home. She wouldn’t know any different would she? In the end My Dearest decided I could have the week off. Her reason being that it was a reward for losing a whole stone since we started this game. I still had the 2 pound target for next week, so I couldn’t be complacent.

My week away I knew would be a challenge since I would be eating out every night. During the day I kept away from nibbling sweets and things and only had a light snack at lunch time. In the morning I often popped into the local Tesco supermarket for a mixed salad and some fruit to have for lunch. I also tried to exercise by taking a walk everyday.

By the weekend, I thought I had done quite well, though I realised that I would be lucky to go too far beyond the 2 pounds required.

Monday night arrived and I stepped onto the scales. The reading was 13 stone 4 pounds. Once again I had gone UP 2 pounds.

This was bad news.

My Dearest let me off being locked up straight away, but she told me that I should do so the next morning. OK that I can cope with. What I am really cheesed off about is that for next Monday, I should lose not only the 2 pounds that I gained but also the 2 pounds I should have lost last week and the 2 pounds I am due to lose for the current week. A total of 6 pounds. That is quite a target and not something I am looking forward to.

This morning I locked the CB3000 chastity device only my penis. If I fail to achieve the 6 pound target by next Monday, I will not be released and will remain locked for another week. As each week goes by, another 2 pounds is taken from my target weight. I will only be allowed out when I manage to get back on schedule. I expect that this time, it will be staying on for longer than a week.

Another week has passed. My timetable over the last 7 days has been that I had a little more control over the type of food that I eat, so I was keen to make an extra effort, to get a few more than the standard 2 pounds off. I was also able to find the time to get some extra swimming sessions too. This week I was confident that I would be OK.

Last week I had only dropped 2 pounds, so under the rules I should have been allowed just 1 day release. I admit to be getting a bit cheesed off with all this and so I wasn’t too unhappy when I wasn’t instructed to lock up again after the 24 hours had expired. In fact I had quite a few extra days of freedom. It was on Saturday night when My Dearest left the padlock to my CB3000 on my bedside table. Unfortunately I did not see it until the next morning. Whoops!

So with just 2 days and 1 night before the next weighing and almost certain release, I locked myself up again.

It was during Monday that I made a casual comment to My Dearest that if she wanted, we would be able to make love that night. She suggested that she might not let me out since I had been out for most of the week anyway. That came as something of a shock. We have the rules dictating when and for how long I will be let out, but My Dearest does have overall veto, and can decide to leave my cock locked in its cage if she feels that I do not deserve release.

That night, I weighed myself. Last week I was 13 stone 7 pounds, so my target was 13 stone 5 pounds. I stood on the scales and it displayed 13 stone 5 pounds. I had done it, though I was a little taken aback that I had not lost more. I decided to weigh myself again. This time the reading was 13 stone 6 pounds eek!

I then proceeded to weigh myself several times more, in order to gain some sort of consensus. On all but 2 occasions the results were 13 stone 6 pounds.

This is bad news. It was definite, I was not being released this week. My cock is to be locked for at least another 7 days. Also to make matters worse. My target for next week is catch up what I failed to lose this week and then lose another 2 pounds as well. So in order to have any chance of being let out next Monday, I must lose 3 pounds. My target for next week is 13 stone 3 pounds.

I am keeping a record of my weight loss since I started this game back at the end of February. Had I lost a regular 2 pounds per week, week in week out. I would be the same weight as I am now. So all the gains I made by losing extra weight some weeks have been lost when I failed to keep up on other weeks.

When I started this, I weighed 14 stone 2 pounds, and since then I have lost 10 pounds, or 5.1% of my original body weight. My Dearest is sympathetic, and says it is good that I lost 1 pound. She is still not letting me out though.