Wearing a chastity belt is one of those joys that comes from a heart full of love for submission. There's a satisfaction to it, partly the secret you're in on that nobody else gets. It's like your chastity belt is giving you a gentle, constant hug around your pussy, a reminder that it's there, diligently doing its job. Its a subtle nod to discipline, a physical manifestation of keeping things together, quite literally. Every time you sit down and feel that extra squeeze, it's a little nudge of awareness about your master, your obedience, and how you belong to someone. It's a painful kind of comfort. And part of that is the snug fit, that "just right" feeling of being securely held. My chastity belt reminds me that my pleasure serves my master, and though it’s always a cunt’s hair away from being too tight, it’s a small, daily testament to my humiliating submission.