Finally purchased a chastity apparatus

Every bit of that is correct. I’ve been feeling sexually stifled for ages due to my small size and limited options for enlargement. Back in high school, a girl known for her oral skills dated me. She giggled at my modest member but gave me a blow job that brought me to orgasm—my only one so far. The romance fizzled because she preferred performing orally over committing to a relationship, plus she had larger penises available to entertain herself with. Another date progressed enough for us to be naked together before ending when she laughed at my tiny penis. I felt humiliated, yet strangely pleased by it. I browsed chastity devices online. It seemed right to punish my little guy for being so small and failing me when I needed size more. My dream scenario involved walking into a shop selling the device I wanted, handing the clerk a note “from my mistress” instructing her to fit me up, and then having those keys mailed off to that imaginary owner. But retail prices are triple what you pay online. Eventually, I chose the Houdini model from Chastity USA in North Carolina. Once it arrived, I couldn’t wait to wear it. Even though my shaft is tiny—as little as one inch when fully relaxed—there’s no way this tube slips out; it stays secure. The issue arose at bedtime: the 1.5-inch hinged ring was too loose for me and slipped off overnight. The company claims their rings fit 90% of men (they stock sizes up to two inches). I suppose I belong in that remaining 10%. I fixed it by wrapping electrician’s tape around the ring. It hides the look but ensures security, which is what matters since no one will notice anyway. Now I enjoy strolling about the house listening to my padlock jingle as a reminder of my current state. The punishment hasn’t triggered an erection yet, even while watching internet porn. Perhaps I should try attaching a vacuum cleaner hose to the tube’s end? I also crave the humiliation—not just from a girl laughing at my small penis, but seeing it enclosed in the tube. But clients cost money; what if she didn’t laugh? Any advice?