Locktober Reflection #25
Saturday has become a ritual day for me – the one morning each week I spend meditating for an hour with my friend and teacher, Matt, better known as The Bearded Naked Yogi.
We always begin our session with a brief reflection on the week, and end by sharing what lies ahead for the weekend. It’s a small, grounding rhythm that has become one of my favorite parts of the week.
I only discovered meditation a few years ago. Like for many others, it was the pandemic that first pushed me toward it. Overnight, my life changed completely, and I needed to find new structure – a sense of balance, something that would anchor me and bring back a feeling of normality.
My goal back then was simple: to create a small moment each morning that belonged entirely to me – a space to come back to myself, both physically and mentally, and to separate my focus from the noise around me.
In the beginning, it was incredibly difficult. I remember my first sessions with Matt vividly – my mind racing in every direction, my body restless, certain muscles aching after just a few minutes. The idea of sitting still for a long stretch of time seemed almost impossible.
Looking back now, after more than five years of daily meditation and yoga, I can’t help but smile. It’s fascinating how regular practice can so profoundly change not only your perception but also your entire experience of stillness.
In a very similar way, that’s how it felt when I began my journey with chastity. At first, wearing the cage felt strange – sometimes even uncomfortable, occasionally distracting me from other things. But over time, it too became a source of calm, focus, and inner balance.
Through many conversations with my most influential mentor, DomGayHypnotist, I’ve come to understand how chastity can actually help me better channel my need for submission, obedience, and surrender.
Metaphorically speaking, my cage no longer just restrains physical desire – it also safeguards my submissive energy, keeping it contained in a safe place so that I can focus on other parts of life: work, friendships, hobbies, and more.
That image – of my submissive energy being held, not suppressed – feels both soothing and arousing. There’s the thrill of control through a Dom, Sir, or Master, but also the serenity of knowing that even with my desire bound, I can still live my daily life with purpose and peace.
Chastity, for me, is a practice of awareness. It helps me bring my focus back, again and again, to what matters in the present moment. As a locked boi, I carry the key to my inner submissive self with me at all times. My task is to guard it, protect it, and honor it – only offering it to someone I deeply trust, someone with whom I share a genuine emotional and sensual connection.
Only then can I truly let go – to sink into stillness, to surrender fully, and to find presence with another person. And it’s precisely in those moments – of complete trust, open vulnerability, and quiet surrender – that I realize why living locked is so profoundly fulfilling: Because in stillness, I find strength; and in surrender, I find purpose.