


I've decided I want to be locked with a bit of help from the community. I've put a plastic lock in my CB6000S, as you can see here:
For tomorrow (approximately 24 hours' time), what small, household item will I photograph with my lock? I'll pick one. The goal is that so long as I receive suggestions, I stay locked. If I don't receive a suggestion, it is up to me as to whether I stay locked, or use a newspaper. I'll try to post most days and will only unlock outside these rules if there is a medical issue I can't solve without pulling it off (which is fairly unlikely). Sei. P.S. I used a red permanent marker to colour the imprint "SECURED DO NOT REMOVE" on the plastic lock. I rather like that message.
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I've just clocked up 17 days locked up in my CB6000s. It's comfortable and fits right. I feel "in the groove" and the key is not readily accessible. I guess I've reached the point where it feels right. And yet, the temptation is still there to pull it off. I keep vacillating between "maybe tomorrow" and "indefinitely".
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Well, I've learned something about myself and self-imposed chastity. If I don't have a specific goal, I have far less self control. It was no more than two or three hours after my last blog post that the device came off any chance of extending my lock up and denial record came to an end. I've been out of the device ever since. Before I lock up again, I need to set a goal then determine the right day to start the lock up so it fits in with my wife's, and my life's, schedule. Then I must immediately lock the main key in the lock box and send the combination photo to the keyholder website. I seem to be pretty good about not using the emergency key. I'll try to spend some time figuring all that out in the next day or two.
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Between Thursday night and Sunday morning, I'd say I was locked up about 50% of the time. Even when I was wearing it, I was only doing so to not lose any progress my body was making on getting used to having it on. My wife has a head cold so I pretty much "entertained myself" on Friday and Saturday. By late Saturday morning, my mind began to consider what my next chastity goal would be. I locked back up on Saturday afternoon although I did take it back off Sunday afternoon for a few hours to make a few things easier on me. It had only been a little of 24 hours so I wasn't worried about lacking the will power to keep from cheating. At this point, I'm not entirely sure what my goal is. If I stay locked up until Thursday again, that would be 1 day longer than the last time. That seems like a reasonable goal from both an orgasm denial point of view and the continuous wearing of the CB-3000 point of view. However, Thursday morning is one of the two best opportunities I have to have sex with my wife (due to her schedule) and if I've gone 5 days without release, I'm not going to last all that long should I get the opportunity. That's not going to make her very happy and could cause a problem with her tolerance of my self-imposed chastity play. If I'd ever had even a little bit of success at milking my prostate, I'd give that a try as that might be enough for me to avoid popping off too soon. The other option would be to unlock myself for a ruined orgasm on Tuesday but I can count the number of times I've really made my self stop and completely ruin it on one hand and have several fingers left over. I always start off fully intending to ruin it, but when the moment arrives, I don't have the will power to let it slip away. I'll figure something out, I guess. On a positive note, I've determined that I can ride the stationary bikes at my gym with no problem while wearing the CB-3000. The next step will be to see if I can comfortable ride my road bike. I'll probably have to wait a week or so for the weather to warm up a bit before I try that. The two things that worry me about the road bike is the much narrower shape of the saddle and the fact that being bent over on a rode bike for an hour or two frequently causes me to "turtle up" pretty significantly. I'm worried that I'll slip out of the device and I have no idea what kind of discomfort/pain/damage that might cause.
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As bad luck would have it, my wife was too busy and definitely not in the mood to have any fun last night. I reset the combination on my key safe and uploaded a pic to the keyholder website. I set it for a release time of late morning on Thursday then told it to randomize a release time near the end. I told it to give me an approximate release time instead of the hot/cold indicator and it is showing a time that is around midnight Wednesday night. I'm going to assume that it will be sometime in the wee hours of Thursday morning and I'll end up having to wait until I have the house to myself before I can get the key and unlock. That will be 5 days since my last orgasm. That's no big deal to long time chastity enthusiasts, but for a newbie, it will be a nice achievement. I've actually gone longer than 5 days on willpower alone, but it's quite different when wearing the device. It is a CONSTANT reminder that I can't have an orgasm. I can't even tease myself. When I was doing it on willpower, I would still masturbate to the edge at least a couple of times a day. I thought that was making it harder to meet my goal, but now I'm not so sure. At least during the other times of the day, my mind could be completely off of sex. But while I've finally gotten the CB-3000 adjusted to a point that it is reasonable comfortable, I'm almost always aware of it. I'm hoping that will change over time and I'll become so used to it that I don't notice it because I just don't see how I can extend voluntary chastity more than a few days otherwise.
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I woke up, but only just. I had the taste in my mouth of far too much beer from the night before, and a thumping headache. Slowly it came back to me... the bar, then the party, then the club, then the late night club... I lifted my hand to my head, but it only got half way there, tugged back by my other hand. I lifted them up to see what was happening, then realised what I had done. I'm an occasional self-bondage enthusiast, and sometimes fantasize about being locked into chains. I have all the gear, but don't often use it. Just occasionally, when I'm feeling quite adventurous, I'll put on a pair of handcuffs or leg cuffs before I go to bed. And I guess last night was just such a night. I must have put these handcuffs on before going to bed, and now discovering it. I was hung over, and not really in the mood for bondage games, but it's not like I had a choice now. I experimentally lifted a foot, and found, to no great surprise, my leg cuffs locked on too. There was a chain connected to my handcuffs, and I found with a bit of tugging that it was connected not only to my leg cuffs but to the steel collar which appeared to be locked around my neck too. So there it was, I had wanted to feel like a chained up prisoner, and that's just how I felt. I'm sure most prisoners didn't want to be there and just wanted to be free of it all, and in my hung over state that's just how I felt too. Read more...
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My 48 hour continuous lockup ended during the middle of the day yesterday so I took everything off and checked all my parts out as best I could. There was a slight redness on the right side of the base of my penis but it wasn't bothering me. I decided to wash myself thoroughly and lock myself back up until today. I figured the 30 minutes or so I was out wouldn't matter when checking for skin conditions. I just unlocked myself a little while ago and discovered that the spot look even more red today though it still isn't bothering me in the slightest. Upon very careful inspection of my CB-3000 cage, I discovered that there was a very slight imperfection at the seam on the right side. I'm guessing that since my jeans force the cage to the left side of the crotch, it's pressing the right side of the cage into the side of my penis. I'll have to get some very fine sandpaper and try to smooth it out. If anyone has any other suggestions, I'd love to hear them. Looking forward, I went out and bought a key safe yesterday and also created my emergency keys by baking them inside of clay formed into what was supposed to be an orb. Well, it's plainly obvious to anyone that ever sees these things that I am not a sculptor. They look terrible! However, I think they will work perfectly. It wouldn't take much effort to break them open but I can tell you that the effort involved in making even crappy looking ones will discourage me from breaking one open just because I'm horny. Now that the emergency keys are handled and once the cage has been sufficiently smoothed out, the only remaining obstacle will be overcoming my ability to have an orgasm while wearing the cage. While it's a bit of a disappointment that I can have any kind of an orgasm, I'll readily admit that it's a lot of work and not entirely satisfying. On the other hand, it's a source of some very erotic mental imagery and since my chastity is self-imposed (for now) for my own enjoyment, does it really matter? Wrapping up, I hope to find some suggestions for smoothing the cage and get that done tomorrow. We have family coming over to visit for the weekend so I probably hold off on locking myself back up until they leave on Sunday. That should give me time to heal up so I can start a 3 day lock up.
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i should have been forwarned. That phone call she made was not ominous nor unusual. I could hear the smile in her voice as she asked me to be ready for 10 oclock and that we were going for a drive into the country. She went on to tell me to shave carefully. OK, I thought as she hung up. Shave carefully? Hmmm. I did go shave again as I had already finished my morning shower etc. The razor was used deliberately slowly being careful to scrape each bit of shaving cream from my face. I was puzzled by her request but happily complied with her wishes. Fresh aftershave, her favourite, and a careful comb ensured I looked as good as I could for her. Prompty at 10 we met at our usual place, a nice cafe where we start the day together. I had long since learned not to be late for any reason. She had little tolerance for tardiness. I recalled with a grimace a time I was 20 minutes late. I felt the strokes of the cane that morning and bore the reminders for over a week. I was not about to be late again. She pulled up in her van and motioned me over. I walked over and got into the passenger side and gave her her morning kiss. The first was tentative and hurried. The next was slow, deliberate and meant to wet the appetite for the day's adventures, what ever they were. "Good morning! My Pet" she said . This was a nick I had come to love for only she used it and to me it symbolized the strength of our relationship, and also served to remind me of my place. She was the Domme, and I was hers. She kept me locked for long periods while she enjoyed my attention. I was hers to give her pleasure. I knew my pleasure was of no consequence. In fact, she seemed to relish my continual frustration and delighted in having me very aroused but so confined in my belt that it became a time of discomfort for me. The Neosteel belt was secure. I had tried everything to get a little satisfaction. I squirted water! I pulled the belt this way and that. I even rubbed up against the dryer while it was running hoping the vibration would provide some relief. Nothing would satisfy but only served to heighten my sense of helplessness and utter dependancy on her whims. From time to time she would install an estim device to give me a shock every time I started to become aroused. One electrode was at the bottom of the tube while the other was part of a butt plug. She set it a level that I was not happy with as the shocks were painful but not harmful. As I became aroused my penis would swell touching the electrode. Then she would do everything in her power to get me going. She snickered everytime I was jolted. She loved watching me do everything I could to not get excited. But I was hers to command. She used this only from time to time as she wanted to keep this torment fresh and exciting for her. "Take off your shirt! And put your hands behind your back" This was a command. I unbuttoned my shirt as she requested and put my hand behind my back. She placed leather cuffs at my wrists and above my elbows. Then she locked my wrists to to my elbows. Left wrist to right elbow. Right wrist to left elbow. Then I settled back into the chair. She than put the seat belt on me. I was now trapped. "Pants off! And your underwear!" I raised my butt as far as I could while she undid my belt and and unbuttoned my pants. She pulled them down with an assertive ease that I had come to know. Soon I was trapped in the van, naked except for the Neo that I wore constantly, and the runners she told me to wear. My Queen settled herself and gazed at my predicament then smiled that michevious smile of hers. She then reached over and patted me on the Neo to remind me of the power she had over me. In her hand she held the leg irons I wear for her when she decides, she decided that today was the day. On they went. As if I was going anywhere now. I watched, shocked as she took a clear glass container then pulled up her black leather skirt to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath. She held the glass to her Goddess place and peed ito the glass. She held the glass of her golden nectar still warm and lightly yellow. Taking a small ping pong ball into which she had drilled several holes around the top. She pulled out a turkey baster into the the frothy broth and half filled the ball with her essence. My Queen had me open my mouth then inserted now full ping pong ball carefully. "Hold it still in your mouth and you will not spill any. And this had better be as full when we get to our destination!" Wide eyed I accepted the ball. Although I was not unfamiliar the taste of her Golden Necter it was a taste I wanted to avoid today. There was no doubt that I was hers. Next came the posture collar she had come to love tormenting me with. Another freedom removed. I could not even turn my head now. I stared straight forward looking at the street ahead. I hoped no one would see me in this condition. My Queen relished this open bondage and revelled in the risk of being spotted. The last indignity was the pair of sun glasses that she put on my head. Only when they were on did I realize that they had been taped with black electrical tape on the inside. I could see nothing. "Comfy?" she laughed as we sped off in an unknown direction. For about an hour we drove. I noticed that the road had changed from pavement to gravel. We turned this way and that. We slowed and we sped up. And we stopped a few times for a reason I did not know. After a final turn we slowly pulled up to a stop. I had no idea where I was. I guessed that we had traveled south as the sun beat a warm tatoo on my body but I had no idea where. She got out and came around to my side. I could hear her talk with someone. I had no idea who as it was a voice I did not recognize. This was my Queen, my Princess and I trusted her completely. I was hauled out of the van unceremoniously and pulled across and open sun drenched area on what felt like gravel. We walked for only 20 or 25 paces then she asked me to step up. I had some difficulty keeping up with her as requested. I had to shuffle to accomplish the assigned task of stepping up. We entered an unknown building which had the smell of dry straw and was much cooler then the outside we had just left. Under my feet the texture changed from gravel to rough hewn boards which creaked as we walked across them. Along with the change in texture and sound the smell of old wood, and old hay completed a sensual picture that I guessed was an old barn. I wondered what she had dreamed up for this beautiful spring day. Soon I would find out, ythat I was sure of. We stopped and she had me spread my legs as far as they would go with the leg irons on. I heard her say "Not far enough!" I could feel her reach down and put a chain around my right leg. Then I heard the distinctive sound of a lock snapping shut. She undid my leg irons and had me widen my stance. She repeated the locking proceedure with the other leg. I was trapped with my legs spread wide. I was going no where. I felt her walk around behind me. She gave me a loving embrace. And cooed gently in my ear. I felt her hot breath on my neck while she stroked my nipples giving them a tender tug. She whispered sweet nothings in my ear calming me down. She felt the nervousness that had taken over my thoughts. For a few minutes she stroked and cuddled me. And I was in heaven. She could do to me what she wanted and I would happily go along. Finally she said "You are to make me proud today My Pet. I want you to have as much fun as I am going to have. And you know that I have a pleasant surprise for you at the end of the day." She released one hand and attached a chain to it then did the same with the other. My arms were pulled up in a diagonal pulling me tight and causing me to stand on my toes. I held my head as steady as I could. I had this pee filled ball gently wedged in my mouth. I had managed to not spill any so far. Now that I was safely spread eagled she turned her attention to my belt. I could feel her tug and pull looking for any means of escape or for any way for me to satisfy myself. Seeing none she inserted her key into the lock. She pulled away the bottom tube and freed my little man. It sprang to life enjoying this moment of freedom. I was aroused, no, I was hard for her. I could smell her and was randy after nearly 30 days of confinement. "I thought I told you to shave carefully!! This is not shaved! You have done nothing that I asked!!" I heard her walk away then return behind me. Pain exploded through my brain at the first stroke of the cane. This was her tool to cause pain, to correct me and to deal severely with any wrong doing on my part. I was being punished and I knew it. Each stroke caused a cascade of reds and yellows in my sightless eyes. Each of the 5 caused me to jerk spilling the contents of the ball. The taste of her essence filled my mouth further reminding me of the power that this woman had over me. "Now I will have to do it for you!" I felt a warm cloth and lots of water being applied to my family jewels. Then I heard the hiss of shave cream and felt her apply it. I was aroused again. With careful hands she scrapped the razor removing the foam and the unwanted and offending hair. I felt her tug and pull, then squeeze and stretch skin here and there. I could feel her remove the hair from my penis and scrotum but not my pubis. This she left. Finally after a rinse and a comment of final approval she took my swollen member and gave me a few assertive pulls stroking me to near orgasm. I could feel her buckle a belt around me. It felt wide and very secure. She tightened it till I could hardly stand it. Then she unchained the leather cuffs from their stretched position and then attached each to the belt she had finally tightly adjusted. I could now relax my tip toe stance so I settled down providing relief for calves that screamed in exhaustion. Then I felt her close a ring around the base of penis and balls. Just like the cb 3000 that I knew so well. She handled my engorged member roughly and seeing that I was not about to become less aroused wrapped a bag of ice around it all. A sharp intake of breath followed the shock, a shock which caused the effect to my now diminishing member. When she sensed I had had enough or that the ice had done its trick she used a nylon stocking to cage my now miniscule man. I liked the sensation of the cage but was dissappointed that I would not find the release that I so wanted. I felt her tug once again on the cage of the cb. Then I heard a dingle, she had attached a bell. Then she added two others to nipples swollen in arousal. I moved enjoying the sound they made. This was a new thing. She had never done this before. She stepped back and I heard her say "Beautiful!". I felt pride for I was making her happy. She returned and told me to open my mouth. She removed the now nearly empty ball which had served as my gag for more than an hour. Again I felt the strokes of her cane as she reminded me that I had not followed her direction to make certain that it remained full. My heart raced and notrils flared as I tried to find air to reduce the pain I felt. I stood there for a moment, legs spread wide conquering the pain that ravaged my body. Soft hands and a tender touch eased the pain and made me glad for her presence. I squinted as she removed my sunglass blindfold even though the room was not bright. I turned my head as best I could, given the collar I was wearing, to try to figure out where I was. No such luck. I knew my Princess was with me and I knew that I was in the country in somebodies barn. Other than that nothing. My reverie was broken by the request to open my mouth again. Over my head appeared a harness and bit, not unlike that which would be put on a horse. Buckles tightened as I struggled to find a comfortable position for the invader in my mouth. This thing had blinders which allowed me to see only a narrow view straight ahead. I champed at the bit at I struggle to find some confort in this new assault on my freedom. continued in part 2
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I am nearing the end of my 7th day of owning a CB-3000. I'm actually very pleased with how quickly I seem to have dialed in the proper fitting. I still need to file down the guide posts a little more, but I'll take care of that the next time I take the device off. They are actually short enough if I'm naked, but my jeans force the cage to flex a little to one side and that side's post pushes out past the ring and ever so slightly rubs my skin. That should be easy enough to take care of. I am currently working on a 48 hour continuous lockup. I've been slowly extending the lockup time as I watch my skin for signs of any kind of irritation. So far, so good. I can tell already, however, this is going to be hard on me once I start playing for real. I'm crazy horny almost all the time and having a hard time concentrating on work. It's been a huge test of my willpower to keep from just unlocking myself and taking care of business. But I have to determine what my physical limits are before I can get serious about lock up time. I think a large part of my excitement is just because I'm finally getting to experience something I've fantasized about for so long. Speaking of getting serious, I've also spent some time thinking about what kind of chastity game to play once I've decided the fit is good enough. My first thought was to get a key safe and use the TimeLock program to do some short term lock-ups (5-10 days). I still need to get the key safe but I have gone out and bought a replacement luggage lock so I can have more than one key. I actually have 4 keys now. One will go in the safe, two of them will be emergency keys kept in my truck and in my nightstand, and the last one I'll give to my wife. While she isn't interested in being an actual "keyholder", I do want to her to have a key should the stars align and the opportunity for us to have sex occurs. I'm trying to come up with a way to have emergency keys available yet not easily usable. Since I don't have a key holder that cares whether or not I unlock myself, I need to make the use of the emergency key somehow unpalatable to me. I'm thinking of perhaps baking the emergency keys into orbs made from clay obtained from the local hobby store. My hope is that they will be sturdy enough to roll around in my truck change tray (or my nightstand drawer) but be easily broken to retrieve the key should an actual emergency come up. I thought about just wrapping the keys up in tape but that could take a while to undo in an emergency and there's no disincentive if I just get really worked up. Breaking one of the homemade orbs would require me taking the time to make another one to "reset" the emergency key after use. It's not a huge deal in the grand scheme of things, but I'm hoping it will be enough of an effort to make me think about it and not use it if it isn't really an emergency. One final though for this blog entry. I expect there to be a little discomfort to wearing a chastity belt. I mean, I'm putting a plastic contraption over my genitals that they weren't designed to accommodate. Fair enough and I know I just need to tough it out. What I hadn't planned on was just how much itching I was going to have to deal with from shaving. The itching is WAY more annoying than the aching when erections are prevented or the rubbing of the ring on the bottom of my balls. I'll keep things trimmed pretty short from now on but I am DONE with shaving!
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(This post was originally a thread I started in the "Trip in the Belt" forums. I made it on Feb 3, 2010. I'm re-posting it here as it's a pretty decent introductory post for a blog. I may make a few alterations here and there but it will largely be the same information.) After literally years of thinking/fantasizing about chastity play, I finally ordered a CB-3000 last Monday (Feb 1, 2010) from www.stockroom.com. I was on their site to order another toy for me and my wife. I checked on the prices for chastity devices (as I always do) and was pleasantly surprised to see they were selling the complete kit for around $90. I don't remember if that's a permanent price drop or just a Valentine's Day special, but I just couldn't pass up the deal. It arrived just a few hours ago and I'm already wearing it.
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So now it almost 7 weeks, i been locked up in a cb6000. And before i have used one i metal, but my skin get really red, and hurt some. So i have read alot of other people, and what they have good feeling with to a good chastitytube. And after some few days i have going around a think about it. Was my deal on the cb6000, and to day it's have not been of a single time. The most hardest part are the shaving, it's take almost twice of time with the tube on. But that's what my mistress will have, so i can't do nothing else about it anyway. But that's are all from me on this time, i will be back later. Regards from Gudumlund
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i am the sub/slave/pet of Ms A and have been locked in a CB3k since 12-12-09. Ms A is a most generous Woman with allowing me, though it is more of an instruction, to share my submission to Her, with others. She feels it will further my journey and refine my submission to Her in all capacities. W/we are a straight couple and while Ms A has, in years past, attended social functions with other 'lifestyle' members, i have yet to reveal in the presence of others, my submissive character. i thank mistress for respecting my limits in that regard and i am aware that i will be eventually serving Her properly and attentively at a 'lifestyle' social function in the future when my training, and especially my behavior has reached a level of acceptance by Her.
Thus far, my training has incorporated working my way into the wearing of Her black rhinestone studded collar. It has not been an easy task for me to achieve nor at times enjoyable, however it was a goal i desired. Outside of O/our home W/we like others, do not project a Domme/submissive relationship as it would certainly tarnish O/our respective careers, etc. However behind closed doors, my collar goes on and my attire 'must' be in compliance with Her set rules. i will first say that mistress does NOT want a sissy-slave, though at first glimpse, one would think so. She likes a man to be a man; however in order to keep my mind, thoughts, actions, within that of being a true submissive, my attire ranges from and includes, leggings, tights, fishnet stockings, body stockings, along with assorted briefs, or accents (most of which are crotchless) allowing mistress to view or see "Her" property (my cock and balls) displayed properly in chastity. When doing chores or cleaning O/our home, i am to wear the apron of Her choosing, i.e. lace, satin, or another sheer material. Or at times She instructs me to be attired in a 'very pretty lace petticoat'. However that is usually only when i've demonstrated some ill-behaved attitude. As She has stated very clearly, "this is meant only as a training method to ensure my station of submissiveness is intact." Without these rules, mistress knows that Her training will not be as effective or complete. Especially as She intends to at some point in time, entertain 'other' Mistresses for tea and/or dinner parties. Naturally, i will be serving "ALL" as She has determined my doing so, will be the ultimate in my achieving a 'true submissive" state of being. Again though, mistress A does not want a sissy, nor intends to subject me to any bi-sexual activity. And as with most individuals within this 'lifestyle' any failure of mine to meet my Mistress's set goals for my training and growth to become the proper sub, correction will be and has been a significant part of my training. Not to mention the fact that She finds it amusing, exciting, and most enjoyable to tease, deny, incorporate the use of Her crop, flogger, and at times - HER black leather 3" wide belt. Though, mistress is not sadistic by nature, and i am not a pain pup, i have at times disobeyed or shown my 'alpha' character on more than one occasion and accordingly, received the proper discipline. Naturally, there is 'play time' but i have been instructed to refrain from sharing those details at this time as mistress A does not wish for me to expound upon 'those pleasures' at this time. She does wish for me to confirm with anyone who may read this blog, my last 'milking' was on December 10th, 2009, and while She will not be unlocking me today, She has just informed me, i am now going to be milked by Her, for Her, and will as i have been trained, clean my silver bowl afterward. Lastly, by my admittance, and Her approving of my blog entry as i have been writing this; i enjoy having mistress A milk me - completely and thoroughly. And yes, to "OTHER" Mistresses, mistress A says, "the 'feel-doe' does accomplish this quite well even with keeping One's sub-slave and/or pet in their CB." "Oh sure honey... it may be uncomfortable... but only for a while!" She snickers.
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It is Saturday morning, 9 am... December 12th, 2009, and i am now the "collared submissive/slave to Ms A"... and it is by my choice and obviously Her's, to have me that way. Today will also begin my return to chastity, to be locked in my CB3000, with release coming only when Ms A permits. In the past that release was mostly for hygiene purposes, to be shaved and cleaned properly under Her supervision. If i maintained the proper attitude, achieved my weekly tasks and chores, and demonstrated the proper submissive behavior, then and only then would my Ms A approve of my milking for Her. Naturally this was done in front of Her, and into a "special" red champagne glass from which i then was required to clean (drinking and licking) to perfection. At Her direction and command, i then placed myself back into my CB3000, which She then locked and held the key. There are Her house rules which i must comply with and must obediently adhere too. my daily attire being one of those rules. First there is the black, rhinestone collar with silver bell - Second is my CB - Third is my wearing of leggings or tights or hose, whichever She decides. Fourth is either a patent leather thong, or a pair of spanking briefs. And last but certainly not least, is a set of bells dangling between my legs from my waist. The bells are of significant importance in that She is able to hear and obviously know of my whereabouts in the house. i am proud and honored to be Ms A's submissive/slave once again. As such, it is time to re-enter into chastity for Her. jakbehumble
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Okay, the '6kS has arrived and I've tried it out. Now I'm in for an unknown length of time*. I think I've almost reached a week... I know, I know, small cookies compared to come people. I like it. It is quite different in feel than the '2k. When you get hard in the '2k, what you feel most is the end of the cage stopping you growing longer. In the '6kS, what you feel most is the B-ring holding you from getting bigger. It's quite different. Makes the arousal more difficut, in fact. * this means I've got the keys in a secure place that will take some effort to retrieve and I want to be sure I do that before I retrieve them
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This is an older blog entry from Dec 11, 2008 on a chastity forum I though would be nice to share here: First and foremost, I wish to thank my wonderful wife and key holder Lady Jade. If it were not for her I would have not experienced the bliss and wonderfulness that I have been so lucky to have experience since we’ve been together. With my lust for BDSM and chastity I’m also a romantic at heart. There are so many aspects of BDSM and denial through chastity. There is no one right reason for wearing a chastity belt, just many wonderful reasons. (There are of course bad reasons when the rules of "Safe, Sane and Consensual" are crossed, but that’s another issue.) On the D/S side of things, I enjoy being kept denied. The thought that I’m locked up is best described as being kept in a state of delightfully frustrating bliss. I enjoy being teased and it certainly caters to my desire to be submissive. At the same time it enhances this deep connection between us. Yes I pay extra attention to her, but I should anyway whether I’m belted or not. I can’t possibly cheat on her, and again I shouldn’t whether belted or not. I never would cheat and that has never been an issue. However it is comforting to know that I can’t and that she knows that. Perhaps one could call it a security blanket or a safeguard. Regardless, it is something we both enjoy very much. Besides, it’s fun to be her man "of" (ehh, I mean, "in") steel. So what is the chastity belt to me? It is a control device, but more importantly, it’s also a connection device. It connects me to her in additional ways. It is also a tool that creates another channel of communication and spirituality between our hearts and souls. I look at is as an additional wedding ring that just happens to be locked around my waist. I love and enjoy the fact that I am hers and hers only. When she is keeping me denied for any amount of time, I see it as extended foreplay. (I’m sure that would make Vanillas jealous if you tell them you had foreplay that lasted 11 days!) I enjoy the long buildup and after I have had my orgasm after being denied, it doesn’t take long for to desire that feeling again. It’s not the orgasm that is the most fun. It’s the ride you take along the way whether it takes a few days, weeks, or months. There is this deep longing to please her and give myself fully to her. I enjoy giving her pleasure while I stay denied and get great pleasure in this state of denial when she is satisfied. It’s something in me as a submissive that I desire and crave many times more than an orgasm itself. Maybe because it lasts longer or maybe it’s because of my nature to please her. Regardless it’s something that I enjoy and never want to be without. I have followed my heart and found wonderful bliss. Thank you Lady Jade! The important message here is to listen to your heart and enjoy that long feeling desire you want. If you have a significant other that you wish to share this desire with, communicate with them and live the passion that’s burning inside. Then and only then will you understand the romantic part of the equation of chastity Denial between two people.
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I am now relocked up for the week. mistress will see me again this Friday and maybe she will unlock me to use her property. I am of course not allowed an orgasm.
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I'm trying something a little different this time. Not hugely so, mind. I've put on one of those little plastic locks, but I put a bit of tubing ier the strap so it will take a more determined effort to cut it open. The goal is to be locked as long as I can stand it. Weeks, hopefully. The lock is #345641. I'll post progress pics from time-to-time. Sei.
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Hello, I promised to publish a comparaison pictures between the CB6000 and the Birdlocked. So here they are :
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As you see, the tubes are having the same length. Internal diameter of the birdlocked is a bit smaller. There are more venting holes on the birdlocked than on the cb6000. The tube angle is also not the same. The biggest difference, apart the material (silicone for the birdlocked and Polycarbonate for the cb6000) is the "A" ring width, about 3cm flat ring for the birdlocked against 1cm squares section for the cb6000.
Close-up of the tube opening:
Best regards, sweet
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Hi Friends, there is another chastity video clip I want to share with you. It's not me as Domina in this clip but I'm sure you enjoy how she dominate her slave in the belt :-)) look here: http://rapidshare.com/files/200953270/KG.wmv
Mel
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