I've always had a lot of libido and that can be a problem. Not that I'm a moralist who considers sex or masturbation as negative or dirty. It's more about sex or masturbation, although fun, wasting a lot of my time. At the time when all this happened I was very busy, I had a job as a low-paid waiter in a bar in the evenings, on another weekend night, and I was looking for a job as a civil servant in the administration. So, my (scarce) free time was divided between exercising and studying hard for the upcoming opposition exam. Anyway, the fact is that I was losing a lot of my studying time with that permanently accessible toy that men have between their legs or with some woman who gave me her phone in the bar. This definitely couldn't go on like this.

One day when I was consulting my problem online I came up with the brilliant idea (at least at the time) that if I used a chastity cage I would be less able to be distracted. The idea was simple: I would go to work with it on and when I got home I would study like crazy with the key stored in my bedside table. If I could meet my goals for the day, I would give myself a little present at night. If not, you should continue to work without distractions "by hand".

And during the first two months it went wonderfully well until the day everything changed.

The night before, I had been able to pay homage to myself and felt asleep without the cage. The next morning I was slacking off in bed until I was almost late for work, so I got dressed in a hurry without remembering the damn cage, almost until I left the house. Then I looked at the bedside table, unzipped my fly and put the device on my cock, as I would any day, but in a hurry I put the key in my jacket instead of on the bedside table.

The work was quite normal, a boring morning without much work until lunchtime. With the permission of my boss, Lota, a forty-something brunette who took advantage of any excuse to fool around with me and the customers despite being married, I went out to have a cigarette. I picked up my jacket from the coat hanger and it was when I put my hand in my pocket. The key was gone.

Anyone is encouraged to collaborate, but I'll try to translate the collabs to spanish in the other version of the story.