I guess I should nail my colours to the mast. For Mrs B and me, chastity is definitely, categorically, emphatically the means, not the end. It has been the catalyst that has utterly rejuvenated our sex life. Having said that, I don't deny that I enjoy being locked up. From the moment my bits get clamped in their cage, slightly weird shit begins to happen in some dark corner of my mind. I feel kind of warm and cosy, yet slightly aroused in a subtle way, and I have an almost irresistible urge to take Mrs B in my arms, caress her, rip off her... you get the picture

So I would be genuinely worried if I thought there was any danger that being locked up would eventually become more important to me than the things it has brought to our relationship.
Discuss...
