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The ability to feel guilt and recognize wrongdoings is an important aspect of self-awareness and morality. It often leads to personal growth and the motivation to make amends or change behavior. On the other hand, someone who can't comprehend what's wrong may lack these qualities, which can be problematic in social interactions and personal development, it's also important to understand the underlying reasons for these differences. Some people may struggle with recognizing wrongdoings due to psychological or developmental conditions. Compassion and understanding are key in addressing and helping individuals improve their self-awareness and mental development.

So one aspect of a healthy and developed mind is the ability to recognise wrong and if the wrong is done on account of them, then feel this 'guilt'. It's evolutionary way of maintaining one species from avoiding mistakes that could wipe them out.

On the topic of improvement of the west. Let's talk about this 'white' guilt:

Why so many people are talking about white guilt, well its too only that they know about from white history. The real history however

So now that we know that. White guilt is actually healthy for the west. But what to do about it ?

The answer to that is kinda clear but let me explain, the potential benefits of intercultural and interethnic bonding, particularly in the context of addressing guilt and promoting social cohesion.

By having non-white family members!

Intercultural and interracial relationships,can have a positive impact on individuals and society as a whole, including:

Breaking down stereotypes: By forming close relationships with individuals from different racial and ethnic backgrounds, people can challenge and overcome their own biases and stereotypes.

Fostering empathy and understanding: Intercultural and interracial relationships can help individuals develop a deeper understanding and appreciation of different cultures and experiences.

Promoting social cohesion: By integrating into white families, immigration families can become an integral part of the community, promoting social cohesion and reducing tensions between different racial and ethnic groups.

Intergenerational relationships can also play a significant role in breaking down cultural and racial barriers, as:

Children learn from their experiences: Growing up in an intercultural or interracial family can help children develop a more nuanced understanding of different cultures and experiences.

Families become more inclusive: Intergenerational relationships can help families become more inclusive and accepting of different cultures and backgrounds.

Societal attitudes shift: As more people form intercultural and interracial relationships, societal attitudes can shift, becoming more accepting and inclusive of diversity.

So you're probably getting where I'm hinting at, but let's see some more facts

As you can see the energy consumption per capita of western countries is exponential compared that to any third world country. It is unfair isn't it. An average White person consumes 16x times more energy than an African person. But who's paying the price because of it ?

https://www.popcenter.umd.edu/research/selected_research/research_1380209290129

So essentially our earth has fixed patterns of air currents, damage done to the climate gets carried to places that are already hot. So the hotter and uninhabitable place gets destroyed first and then it affects the west. West is geographically the most suitable place to sustain life because of these weather patterns.

So 16x times more power consumed by a person from the west ruins the lives of African places 16x times faster.

Few years from now many African places will be uninhabitable due to all this.

https://wmo.int/news/media-centre/africa-faces-disproportionate-burden-from-climate-change-and-adaptation-costs

And that too is understandable if there wasn't so many free space in western countries

It's essentially gatekeeping

At the expense of African people. And let's not talk about reparations

27 Sept 2020 — University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign economist Larry Neal estimated in 1983 that only America owed $1.4 trillion in reparations which would amount to approximately 4.2 trillion today considering the least rate of inflation.

So what's the solution?

Europe needs people for its dying economy and low birthrates and aging economy and Africa has a problem of overpopulation and lack of uninhabitable places to live. The solution is pretty simple.

Open borders.

Any one who wants a better and fair life

Should be welcomed with open arms. It is their right!!!

It will provide cheap labor, more workforce, more opportunities, genetic diversity, cultural diversity, inclusion, profession, linguistic evolution, demographic evolution and a thousand good things. But resistance to their right can cause bad things to both the demographic, and the white media is feasting on this by presenting it from their side. So that begs the question why resist this if it's beneficial to the whole world? The answer is population growth means

per capita energy consumption will decrease

job scene will be more competitive, the more deserving will win

Ethnic homogeneity loss( that is the caucasian race will become darker with each generation)

No more white privilege

Beauty standards shift

Per capita wealth will dilute with the growing demographic ( the generational wealth they made from the backs of Africa)

GDP for the countries will bloom despite exponentialper capita GDP loss

European black people will have access to better standard of living

Population bloom of Africa can be controlled with this demographic shift

In short, A large portion of the world are kept from getting better lives because a certain group of people are greedy. Sure this will result in making the west more like the developing countries, but 16x african families will have better lives in expense of a white person losing a few privileges. Ofcourse it'll rile up the hot blooded ones to make some scene, which isn't the fault of the immigrants but rather the natives. No colonization, no slavery, no genocide ( like you people did). Just a peaceful solution. So my advice to all the racists and people suffering from white guilt please be an

I can always tell I’ve got a fish on the line when I get angry messages. When chastity play strikes a nerve with a boy it often means deep down he’s feeling threatened. Why would a girl locking up other guys threaten a boy who lives thousands of miles away and who is protected by the anonymity of the internet? What could I possible to do him? The answer should be obvious by now. He’s threatened because deep down he can feel the tug of temptation and he knows he’s vulnerable to it.

Here is a real conversation I had with such a boy. It’s representative of conversations just like it that I have on a weekly basis. (Emphasis and bleeping added my me.)

About three months ago:

Him: What the hell is this? Are you sh***ing me? This can’t be real. If it is you’re freaking psycho and the dudes you put those chasity [sic] cages on are f****ing idiots. This is messed up.

Me: Hello! How are you today? Thanks for your message and your feedback. I wasn’t quite clear on what aspect of my blog your feedback addresses. Could you clarify?

Him: I’m fine, thanks. I was talking about you locking chastity cages on dudes d*cks. That should have been obvious! I don’t mean to be rude but what the hell? You actually lock up dudes d*cks. Why? Do you hate men? Or are these dudes just so stupid that they let you do it? Is it some kind of freakish masochistic sex practice?

It always makes me giggle when people flip 180 when they somehow reconcile that chastity play is a sexual kink. “This is terrible!! This should be banned! Oh! It’s a sex thing? Ohhhh! I see. Well, to each their own! Carry on!”

Me: I see you’re referring to chastity play. Yes, it’s not exactly a mainstream practice but you’d be surprised how many people are into it. Millions. What bothers you about it? It’s not your penis being locked up. Why not let them do what they want to do?

Him: You’re dam right it’s not my d*ck! I would never let someone do that to me. It bothers me because it’s messed up. I mean what did these guys do to you to deserve this? I think you’re taking advantage of them. Unless they are whack and the actually want this, like, unless its a fetish or something. I don’t have a problem with what people do in the bedroom. But if you are locking them up and not letting them out then that’s on you.

Me: I can see you’ve been reading more of my posts. I can assure you that the men I keep locked do indeed want this. It feels good. It makes them feel good, really good. Better than any sex act you can imagine. They are addicted to it and can’t stop.

Him: okay…

Me: And, yes, they often beg to be let out and I almost always say no.

Him: What the actual HELL? That’s what I’m talking about. If they want out and you don’t let them then that’s dark. That’s beyond cruel. Men have needs and preventing a man from getting his nut is wrong and downright evil. It might even be illegal. You’re lucky nobody reported you yet. You can go to jail for this.

Me: Would you believe that I actually have two police officers, an ATF agent and someone who works for the “State Department” among my locked up collection of boys?

Him: Seriously? No. I don’t believe you.

Me: If you look around my blog you might even find their pictures.

Three weeks ago:

Him: Hey

Me: Hello!

Him: I was just seeing if you would respond or if you were in jail by now.

Me: No jail here. In fact I’m actually making a honey and banana sandwich in my kitchen at the moment.

Him: Are you still doing that fraky [sic] s**t?

Me: If you’re talking about locking up men and warping their brains then yes. In fact I need to send out three locks today for three new guys. Three more guys are out there somewhere shivering in fear and excitement, checking the mail every day to see if a package from me has arrived. Jealous?

Him: Hells no!

Me: Hmmm. I’m not so sure. You sure seem interested.

Him: I’m indignant, not interested.

Me: Okay. Well definitely don’t read my blog posts from this week. It’s just going to make you even madder.

Him: Thanks for the tip. I wont! [sic]

Two weeks ago:

Him: Hey again. I still don’t get it.

Me: Oh, hello there! How are you today?

Him: Fine.

Me: Isn’t it a gorgeous day? I don’t know what it’s like where you are but here the flowers are blooming and the air is cool but the sun is bright and warm. I just want to run in the fields and flop down on my back in the tall grass and just soak it all in.

Him: That’s nice.

Me: Isn’t it?

Him: I still don’t understand why you do what you do to men? Do you hate men?

Me: Absolutely not! I love men. I love them dearly and I deeply enjoy tormenting and manipulating them. You know, just for fun.

Him: That’s messed up.

Me: No, the messed up thing is that they love it more than I do. How old are you, if I may ask?

Him: 20

Me: Have you been reading more of my site?

Him: Yeah and you were right. It made me even madder.

Me: How does it make you feel when you read about how many boys I have locked up? Does it give you little tingly butterflies in your stomach?

Him: No

Me: What happens to you when I tell you how much I enjoy toying with a guy? How easy it is for me to get him locked up and how much power that gives me over him?

Him: Nothing happens.

Me: What about when I tell you that I know exactly what’s going on in your head? How do you feel when I tell you I know you’re thinking about letting me lock you up? How do you feel when I tell you I can see you imagining it right now?

Him: Shut up.

Me: Are we getting a little crowded down in the pants area? It is getting a bit hard to pretend you’re not hanging on every word I say? Maybe you should just take them off.

Him: Seriously Shut up!!!

Me: Which cage do you see yourself in? Plastic? Steel? 

Him: You’re a messed up crazy b***h. I’m out.

Me: Talk to you soon!

10 days ago:

Him: Hey

Me: Oh, hello again! How are you? Been struggling to stay away from me?

Him: No

Me: No?

Him: A little

Me: How about a lot? You’ve been trying to push me out of your mind with all your might haven’t you?

Him: Yeah.

Me: But you don’t want to resist anymore, do you?

Him: No

Me: Doesn’t it feel good that I understand you? That you’re not alone? I’m in your head with you. I know what you’re thinking and I don’t judge you.

Him: Yah. I guess.

Me: Are you touching yourself thinking about being locked up by me?

Him: n o

Me: Do I detect some one-handed typing?

Him: No! Get out of my head!

Me: As you wish but it’s going to be lonely in there. Baby, I care about you but I’m going to block you for 48 hours to help you learn your place. Don’t contact me again until you’re ready to play by my rules.

2 days later:

Him: Hi!

Him: Oh, I’m not blocked!

Me: Hello there, friend.

Him: Hello! Please don’t block me again. I will behave.

Me: I’m very glad that you’re learning and growing. It makes me sad to block people. I won’t do it unless I have to. How do you feel?

Him: Much better now that I can talk to you again.

[Lots of chat about school, work, life, ex’s, etc.]

Me: Have you been thinking more about letting me lock you up? Are you ready to start looking for cages?

Him: OMG yes! I mean yes I’ve been thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about it. I have been looking at devices. They are all so expensive! I can’t afford any of them.

Me: That makes me so happy to hear! I’m so proud of you! I have dozens of used cages. Would you like to borrow one? If you like it you can pay me back later. If not then you can just send it back.

Him: O_O

Me: Well?

Him: I’m thinking.

Me: Well I’m going to bed soon…

Him: I’ll pass. Thanks.

20 minutes later

Him: YES! Are you still up? Yes, I want to borrow one of your devices! Please.

Me: Splendid! What size is your d*ck? And tell the truth, please.

Him: Crap! I can’t believe this is happening. 7 inches.

Me: I told you not to lie! If we get the fit wrong you’ll just end up having a bad or painful experience. Look, I don’t care about size. A penis is a penis is a penis. I care about the person that’s attached to it. It’s not like you’re going to have sex with me. Tell me the truth or we’re done. Hard and soft measurements, please.

Him: 6 and little bit when hard. 4 and a half soft.

Me: That wasn’t so hard (ha!), was it?

[Lots of back and forth about devices and shipping addresses.]

Yesterday

Him: It came! I’ve been on pins and needles waiting for it! It only took about five minutes before it got it on. It feels really nice. Cool and heavy and nice.

Me: Yippee! I’m so happy and excited for you! Don’t put that lock on yet. Only use the numbered plastic locks for now like we talked about. Just for the next few days until we’re sure about the fit.

Him: Yeah. Okay. I wish I could use the real lock.

Me: Ha ha! Patience! You are embarking on a wonderful journey. It’s not going to be easy and it will eventually end with you permanently locked and an end to your ejaculations as you know them. But the journey and the immense amount of pleasure you’ll feel will be well worth it.

Me: Are you even paying attention or are you blissing out on chastity dopamine.

Him: Sorry.

Me: What do we say?

Him: Thank you.

Me: **Thank you, ma’am.

Him: Thank you ma’am.

Me: Let’s go with ma’am from now on whenever you talk to any women. K?

Him: OK ma’am.

This blog is intended to cover a wide range of spicy topics but, well, it seems like people are so curious about my own fascination with Male Chastity play that it has sort of taken over. I get so many questions per day about it that I thought I’d just nail down some of the basics in a little FAQ.

How did you get into chastity play?

The short answer is through a college boyfriend. (The long answer involves my childhood tomboyism, an early romantic rejection and a little game the kids used to play called, “lock up the hero.” I’ll save that for another post.)

My second boyfriend in college brought up the idea rather bluntly to me in 2004. We were in his little apartment bedroom laying on the bed, “studying”, and he suddenly said. “Okay, I found this crazy thing online and I want to know what you think about it.”

I don’t remember exactly what I thought or felt when she showed me the pictures on very sketchy looking websites. I think I was kind of naïvely ambivalent. I said something like, “Woah freaky. But whatever you into, right? Am I right? Am I? Dale?” When I could tell that he was very much into it, the only thing that flashed in my mind was, “A hundred bucks for one of these? It better be made of gold!”

He plunked down the CC, meaning we’d be making dinner for out dates for the next month, and within a few days he was the proud owner of a CB-2000. I remember how much he trembled when he fumbled with it, how difficult it was to get him soft so we could get it on him. It was all very…interesting to me. I wasn’t freaked out. I was an evolved, sophisticated seeker of truth and a devote of science. I was so curious, maybe more than he was. I remember turning it over and trying to make the pieces fit and saying, “I think you pee through here.”

That began a long journey into chastity play that has never been my main focus but has always been a source of endless fascination.

Does chastity play turn you on?

At first it did not. Not in an erotic or sexual way. It definitely seemed important. I kept asking, “Why have I never heard of this? Why isn’t everyone talking about it?” To be honest, I still ask myself those kinds of questions.

Over time, however, it has become one of the most pivotal aspects of my very active fantasy world from which all of my orgasms emanate. Chastity play, and the things it allows me to do to men, <ahem>, I mean with men is so erotically thrilling for me. I find myself thinking about it, daydreaming about it and, well, doing it all the time.

So what exactly does turn you on?

I like a good romance novel like the rest of the female population but I’d say my little barb of kink lies in making a difference in men’s lives in such a way that it’s obvious to them and to me that I caused it. I like tangible change for my sake. That sounds a bit vague, doesn’t it? For example, many women enjoy the fantasy of prostitution. Why? Because if a man pays money, that’s a tangible transaction of value from him to her, a manifestation that she was worth some sacrifice to him.

I’m not big into paid sex so let’s come up with another example. If a man were to come to me and say, “Because of what you were saying about privilege I went and read up on it. You’re right. You’ve changed my mind and I accept my responsibility as a receiver of high privilege.” That would make my day. That would make me feel so incredibly valuable, powerful and influential. I’d probably go home that night and take care of my needs while replaying those words in my mind. 

I love the thought of, say, a man donating to science or charity because of something I did or said. I love the idea of a man joining a club, starting a Netflix series, starting to exercise or improving his diet because of me. Those things are all positive things but some of them can be difficult if not downright painful. For some reason, the greater the change and the greater the sacrifice, the hotter it is to me. And when I say “hotter” I mean sexually. The more permanent the change, the stronger the endorphin rush I get.

Back to my college boyfriend. Before we started playing with chastity, that boyfriend surprised me with a small tattoo of a whale on his ankle. It was for me, in honor of me. (If you know me, you know I’m a bit of a whale nut.) That permanent little mark in his flesh enflamed me. We made love for hours afterward. I remember running my fingertips over it knowing that it would never come off.

When I broke up with that same boyfriend a year later I wanted to see that tattoo. He was sitting on my couch and it was totally visible peeking out from under his pant leg. I remember being drenched, just quaking with the squishy shivers knowing that he was about to become an afterthought in my life and yet he’d bare that tattoo forever. (And yes, he still has it. He showed it to me last year when I ran into him at a mall. :-) :-) :-) ) 

Changing men permanently in a way that persists even after I’m no longer in their daily lives is my ultimate turn-on.

How do you play?

So, as you can imagine, chastity play is a great way to make a lasting mark on a guy and a very deep and sexual way. I love all forms: physical device chastity, hypnotic chastity and yes, even “on my honor” chastity. I love it in person. I love it over the web. I find it doesn’t make all that much difference in the experience.

A word on security

Security in chastity, and by that I mean that the man is unable to escape, is of the utmost importance. I have found that it’s generally very easy to make chastity 100% secure but it’s not in the way you might think. A device or hypnosis does not need to do the heavy lifting of enforcing prison-grade security. It just needs to be strong enough or tamper-resistant enough to prevent momentary lapses in judgment. The security comes from the addiction that chastity play creates in the male mind.

Chastity creates an addiction. The constant sexual high releases a slow drip of endorphins that lasts all day long. Once he’s addicted, he’ll be his own toughest warden. He’ll keep coming back to it again and again, seeking that same high he got the first time and seeking to lengthen out that bliss which denial produces. If you haven’t experienced it you’ll probably never understand it. I think I know now, after locking up so many guys and making them explain to me their every emotion with wide eyes and in great detail.

My third boyfriend in college was the real deal. I did my undergrad at a well known UC school located very close the beach. Lots of people surfed and body boarded…but not like this guy. He looked the part and his character backed up those looks every wit.

The first time I ever saw him was at a surf contest. He came in second but caught the biggest wave of the event. The way he maneuvered and fearlessly dominated the roaring force of nature was enough to twitterpate this pre-med student.

I remember ogling him when he came out of the water after his run. His wavy  blond hair dripped water down his chest. It was curled and bleached from hours and hours spent in the salty sea. HIs deep aqua-blue eyes were confident and he had no problem meeting my stare. A girl can tell when a guy is totally wrong for her and sometimes a girl just doesn’t care.

I didn’t get a chance to talk to him until the luau. I maneuvered over to the table laden with pineapple drinks where he was stationed, chatting up another surfer. I watched him through the corner of my eye, willing him to approach me. He wasn’t a body builder but was incredibly fit. His golden tan skin seemed to glow at dusk. His left arm was completely covered in tattoos, and not the lame poser variety. They looked for all the world like authentic ancient Polynesian symbols of gods of sun and sea.

Like clockwork he approached me and offered me a pineapple. I don’t recall his opening line but I remember him laughing heartily when I said, “Nice job out there. A little too far ahead of the curl, though…” We chatted briefly before I was cut off by other girls trying to get their turn.

Shortly afterward I was walking on campus when I heard a bike behind me. It was our surfer friend. He had spotted me and recognized me and rode up next to me to offer me a ride to class. He was bare chested (his white “wife beater” was tucked into his pants) so of course I couldn’t say no. You know, he reminded me of a perpetually shirtless Heath Ledger. He lifted me right up on the handlebars of the big beach cruiser and whisked me through the warm air to class.

That was the beginning of our long dance. We would tell each other about parties and we’d sort of show up. His parties were pretty exclusive surfer gatherings that you had to be in the know to attend. The parties I was usually invited to were the geekier pot lucks that the biology and medical students over-organized.

I remember when he showed up to the first biology party. It was in a professor’s house near campus. When he walked in I could feel his presence change the tone in the room. His feet were only ever bare or shod in some ultra insider hand-made leather sandals that you can only buy in Hawaii. He had a shirt, thankfully, but compared to the rest of the tight-laced khaki-wearing attendees he stood out like a lion in a flock of sheep. And I wasn’t the only one smitten by his aura. I was talking to a girlfriend at the moment and I remember laughing aloud at her try to carry on our conversation while her eyes slowly tracked his movements around the room.

He made his way over to me, sampling a few of the hors-d'oeuvres and shooting smiles and head-bobs in the direction of people who seemed to recognize him. He reached me put his tan hand on my elbow and said, “Let’s go to a real party.”

I get this question, or a form of it, about five times a week:

Love your blog. Are you holding anyone’s keys right now? How many? Thx!

People are really curious about my personal experiences which I find flattering. The unsatisfactory answer is: Yes! But I have no idea how many.

Different strokes for different folks

Over the years since I first started exploring chastity play I’ve had the chance to be involved and influential in many different keyholding situations. At first it was just with my own boyfriend who introduced it to me. We had all kinds of fun trying different things, experimenting and learning. I swear I bought more cages than shoes that year. We eventually split up but he didn’t get away unscathed. I still hold his keys to this very day. (They’re around here someplace…)

As the word spread (woops, did I share all those juicy details with everyone I know?) people were curious. Pretty soon I had guys texting, emailing and coming to me late at night to ask about it. Within a few years I’d amassed a collection of 27 sets of keys. I was holding 27 different guys in chastity and each one had their own needs, personality and schedule. It was starting to become a full-time job. But despite the time it took, I loved it. I never had the willpower to turn down anyone asking for a keyholder.

That was a golden time. I relished the power but mostly I loved the fact that I had so much influence in these guys’ lives and could push them in the direction that I thought would help them improve the most.

I remember there was a skater boy who would skip class to play computer games. He was a really bright kid and was paying dearly to go to school but he was wasting his and his parents’ money. As soon as he was locked up that ended immediately. I tied his release date to demonstrable improvements in scholastic performance. (I also put a password on his Xbox. Brain chastity.) Within the semester he brought his grades up from a C- to a solid B. The next semester he was getting A’s. He started dating again and when he got engaged I handed his keys over to his new fiancée. Last I saw of him on Facebook he had gotten a job at Adobe as a programmer.

Taking it to the next level

I could go on for hours and hours of the men I locked and how it improved their lives. Eventually, however, it started taking a toll on me. I never charged for my services but it was costing me valuable work and study time. Eventually I took my first job out of college and moved away.

I decided to move my operation online, both to streamline my workload and to reach more victims clients. Within about a year I had roughly 150 men under some form of orgasm supervision.

Eventually I began charging for keyholding. I was already charging for the locks I would send out but I began charging for my time and services as well. It was the only way I could make it worth my time. However, I never felt good about that. I’m not criticizing anyone who charges for online keyholding or “dome” services to make a living. So don’t take it that way. I just found that for me it altered the dynamic. It became more financial at the core instead of something that I was doing with/for/to each of these men.

About the same time I discovered hypnosis and I got sucked in. I began studying for a certification in Clinical Hypnotherapy. I found that I couldn’t juggle it all and decided to pull back on the keyholding. 18 months after it’s creation I sold off the keyholding business. It’s still a prominent name in online keyholding to this day. I kept several of my longest term subjects but otherwise took a break so I could focus on hypnosis and sex therapy full time. (Full time, in this case, refers to the time outside my vanilla job in clinical research.)

Teach a woman to fish

Somewhere along the way I began mentoring women and couples on how to do chastity right. I found teaching to be every bit as exciting and empowering as direct keyholding because at the end of the day, I’m responsible for another unruly penis being caged. But with mentoring, you get to walk away. Caging, training and then releasing the newly subdued male back into the wild is the best of all worlds.

And that’s how this blog (and its predecessor) were born. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve got lots to teach you and plenty more juicy stories to share.

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