My Chastity Challenge: 30 Days Caged, Tucked, and Thriving

Thirty days. That’s how long I’ve been locked up. Not a slip, not a cheat, not a single second out of the cage. And yep—fully tucked the whole time too. Every outfit, every errand, every damn day. I thought I’d lose my mind. But actually? It changed everything.

Let me break it down.

Week 1: Learning Curve (and a Lot of Adjusting)

The first few days were brutal. My cage was a snug 3D printed one with a flat profile—good for hiding, bad for careless tucks. I learned fast to smooth everything down before locking up, or I’d be walking funny all day. Powder became my best friend. So did tight panties with a wide gusset.

Tucking while caged felt unnatural at first. But once I found the right combo (elastic belt + smooth silicone thong = heaven), it started feeling... right. I caught myself in the mirror and actually liked the flat front. It felt sexy in a way I hadn’t expected.

Week 2: Confidence Boost, Surprise Emotions

By day 10, something shifted. I didn’t just wear the cage—I was caged. I stopped checking myself constantly. I wore leggings to the grocery store. I flirted with a cashier. My mind was quiet in a new way. The denial gave me a calm confidence. Wild, right?

But emotions hit too. I cried on day 12. Not because it hurt—but because it felt so intimate. The lock reminded me someone (even if it was just me for now) cared enough to control my release. That alone was hot.

Week 3: Horny, Humble, and Hooked

The middle stretch was a rollercoaster. I was hornier than ever. A breeze made me squirm. Watching other people move made me ache. And still—I stayed locked. I even slept tucked one night with a heating pad on my thighs. Little tip: that warmth? Insanely comforting.

Also, I started journaling. Not pages, just little notes about how I felt in the cage. Most of them ended with “I need to be like this longer.”

Week 4: Fully Owned, Fully Me

By the time I hit the 30-day mark, I wasn’t rushing to unlock. In fact, I ordered a new micro cage with a built-in silicone tuck strap. Smaller. Smoother. Even more hidden. I wore a crop top and short shorts to a club. No bulge. Just me, locked, glowing, owned.

This wasn’t just a kink experiment anymore. It became part of me. My routine. My identity.