Some people discover chastity by accident. Others, like S & J, walk straight into it—hand in hand, with a grin, and a glint of metal. 💫

I met S a few months ago when they ordered one of our heavier stainless-steel cages. As usual, I reached out to ask how it fit, and instead of the usual “All good, thanks,” I got back a message that read:

“Actually, my boyfriend and I love it. Want to know how we’ve been using it?”

Well. Obviously, I did want to know. 👀

Fast forward to a few weeks ago—I was traveling through Sydney, and we decided to meet in person. S & J are both university students, open-minded, playful, and surprisingly grounded in how they explore kink. 🖤

We met in a gritty little café tucked between a record store and a BDSM boutique (I'm only half joking), and over two long blacks and a shared lemon tart, they told me everything.

They’ve been experimenting with chastity in a way that’s very them—a little chaotic, wildly horny, and refreshingly intentional. 💥 What makes their story even better? They're both under 22, but they already understand what a lot of older kinksters forget:

Kink isn’t about the gear; it’s about connection, tension, and choice.

For this blog series, I asked if they’d let me document their story—not with photos (they’re private about that), but in words. ✍️ They agreed.

What follows is a week-by-week look into their first time using a metal chastity cage—why J wore it, how S handled control, what went right (and wrong), and how it all ended with… well, you’ll see. 🍒

Let’s dive in. 🫧