New chastity device from China – mini review

Our existing primary chastity device is a Steelworxx.de Steelheart 2. It’s custom fit and fits me very well, though some would contend that having it so large is antithetical to how they think a chastity device should fit. It’s pretty large for a tube device. I had originally ordered it based on measurements I had from an authentic CB-3000 I had used for well over a year. The Steelheart is also powder coated, as I have a metal allergy.

I also have dabbled in some plastic devices lately, purchasing two cheap Chinese knock offs this past summer, one of which I used for a road trip vacation with my kids. There were magnetometers expected (and almost met, but the St Louis arch museum was not worth the wait (and paled in comparison to a total solar eclipse)).

So, like many, I headed over to DHGate and perused the selection. I selected two metal “open cage” captive ball devices on New Year’s Day and received them last night. This is the model I grabbed first and took the a-ring out of the package. Madame had already seen both of the devices and was happy to see I was working on new, hopefully more useful, chastity solutions for us. I put the a-ring on and wore it through most of my sleeping but at some point in the night I removed the a-ring and set it on the nightstand. I’m not sure why or when, but I did take it off. This morning as I dressed for work I put it on and tried to use our existing lock – but it did not fit. Taking the China supplied lock into the hole on the a-ring post – it also would not fit through properly. I could lock it sideways, but that’s just plain stupid. So I worked at it and within 30 seconds I was able to convince the post that the lock was going to fit AND lay properly. Of course, that tells me the metal of the post is cheap. Really cheap. I don’t expect that the cheap lock is any hardened steel, but it was certainly harder than the post steel, so that raises a concern. I suspect that the post hole will wear out within a year of daily use, just given the movement that I know happens in such a device.

Will China rule our cocks? No, but women might get more control with help from China.

Will China rule our cocks? No, but women might get more control with help from China.

I locked myself up, lubed up the a-ring with some Gold Bond cream and also applied some to the underside of my cock to help let my cock slide down into the tube.

Some three hours after I locked up, Madame asked me how it was feeling, which led me here to write about it.

It feels good. The a-ring is a little bit tighter (45mm) than my Steelworxx device, so I am noticing that. (Having worn the a-ring through multiple erections and even some masturbation, I am not worried that it’s TOO small). The rest, I am not noticing. I can even head into the office bathroom and pee standing up, assuming I wrangle my cock to point forward in the cage before peeing. Fortunately, our offices have only single occupancy restrooms, so I have privacy on all potty breaks.

So far, 4 hours or so in, it feels good. Good fit, decent comfort, though the a-ring is questionable. So far, no signs of allergic reaction from either the a-ring or the cage portion.


Now, later in the day I come back for more reporting, because everybody wants to know about the state of my cock. Yes, MY COCK IS THAT IMPORTANT! (Heh…. ) Okay, I’ve had dinner and a couple drinks, so I’m feeling well, after a busy enough day.

I feel like I should have ordered the 50mm ring.

Spent multiple times in the bathroom, mostly okay, but I hit one point at work today where I went full on sprinkler. What is up with THAT? Jeezum.

The device is good. The difference for me is being able to touch my cock – to be able to see it – and yet it is caged. I can’t REALLY touch it well, but I can touch it, aim it for peeing, know it is there, but it’s caged. This will be different for me. My previous CBs have been disappearing cock CBs  – where I get to forget I even have a cock while it’s locked. This is fundamentally different.


Why another horizontal line? More hours have passed since I wrote. It’s now the next day and this morning I remain locked as Madame had no desire to unlock me and release her cock.

Last night went well. The CB was comfortable but nocturnal erections did awaken me several times. Madame was happy to see me kneeling at the side of the bed waiting for an erection to subside. She missed a couple other instances of that.

It was a comfortable night otherwise, much like the steelworxx CB. No allergic reaction is yet apparent. I may be in contact with the lock too much, however, which is made of shitty brass, so that could be an issue. The lock and the post hole also proves to be a terrible match and I had to wrench the lock in different directions to make the lock play nice this morning as I got dressed. I remain suspicious of the longevity of the post. I also have almost no faith in the lock. I may have to look for different locks.

But now, what about the difference of this CB and the other? What’s this great big mental change I’ve alluded to? The Steelheart 2 makes my cock disappear. That is a definitive function of the solid steel tube. I am emasculated by it in a different way than I am in this one.

In the new one, it’s a cage. There’s my cock. It’s there. I can see it. But I can’t stroke it. I can’t fuck. I can’t feel my hand wrap around it. I can’t feel a pussy slide onto it. I can’t feel my Mistress’ hand clutching it as we sleep.

I can feel fingers partly, but there’s no grabbing of the cock. I’m no less locked up, but this is different. My cock is caged. In the past – it’s just been gone. I didn’t expect this kind of feeling to be the most overwhelming part of the new device, but it is.

I hope that Madame will use this to her advantage. She always does talk beautifully dirty words to me that will make me head swim and cock swell. I hope she’ll use this change in my imprisonment to her advantage in that talk (and yes, I realize this is selfish of me, I know).

Let’s see how the rest of this lockup continues. I still have a concern for allergic reaction, so I’ll petition Madame to allow me a key nearby. I am about to spend a few days away from her, so I know I’ll have a lockup, but we’ll see which device I am in.

Overall, I like this device. And I like what it does to my mindset. And I like how Mistress enjoys seeing her cock locked up. It’s different for her as well.

Ouch – not the good kind

All this flurry of writing (some 17k words in 4 days) have taken a toll on my arms. Between the work I do at work and the writing I do at home, I had to leave work early today because my arm just would not reach up to the keyboard. Yeah, this is not a great thing. But, at the least, I know what it is from and how to make it better.

Most of a weekend off (work and writing) should help the situation, but we’ll see how I do on the longer term. I do know one issue was writing at home without “the magic pillow” which helps put my hands/wrists/arms at a proper position.

This may not be a sexy post, but the 17k words I’ve written certainly have their sexy moments! I’m hoping that I can find a competent editor in the near future who will look it over and see whether it’s worth any of its purported erotic salt.

Hope all is well in your world, folks. Setting up for a good weekend ahead! Woohoo!

Who are you working for?

I was given five writing assignments from a lovely woman and had a deadline looming. I’d written four, not always hitting each deadline accurately and had one more to finish. For that final assignment I turned to a story idea that has been rolling around in my head for years. Over the holidays I found some inspiration to further the story from my vanilla world. A roommate reminded me of a vanilla event in our world during the holidays years ago. Chloe and I had already taken that event into fantasy land, but it was very isolated. Then I combined that real life and fantasy combination with some current events and mashed those all in together with yet another storyline…  I wrote the first chapter of a work of fiction that would only be novel sized. The lovely woman who assigned me writing work loved it. Another person I shared it with loved it.

So I found myself attached to the story and my outline was fleshing out nicely, so I continued with the story into the second chapter. And that’s where we were last night.

Both of us in bed, she was tired, both from work, the cold and her early mornings. We watched an episode of one of her favorite shows but I lay in bed on my computer writing furiously.

“Who are you working for?” she asked.

I paused. “I don’t know.” I thought about it for a moment, “I think… me.”

And this was odd for me. I do a lot for others (not trying to toot my own horn, I hope it doesn’t sound like I am). And here I was not writing for an assignment, not writing for my Mistress, but perhaps, just writing for me. And I smiled inside, thinking that I was doing a good thing for myself.

I want to continue the story, I think it has some legs and could be a good novel, though it’s not entirely outlined. I am pretty sure I know where it ends, but I am not sure how it gets there. And that’s part of the fun. And even not knowing the end can be fun also (I’m looking at you George RR Martin!).

Self care is important. And this story coming to page is good self care. I’m enjoying seeing where this story goes. I hope, eventually, I’ll be able to share it here and you’ll get to see it go somewhere as well.

Anybody know a someone willing to edit FLR erotica?

The world of the boy

She has been doing a great job with posting and I’ve very much enjoyed. My writing has been mostly put toward assignments of writing for a friend of ours who was due five writing assignments. A combination of key ingredients presented themselves that allowed me to take $GREATIDEAFORFICTION from scribbles and brief tentative outlines into actual writing, so I wrote chapter one of FLOP, aka FDOP, but it’s writing! And the receiver of said writing loved it and wants me to continue, so it’s likely I will.

In the meantime, I’m working out details for our pending adventures this weekend with many like-minded folks. Putting together lists and bringing up the “special luggage” from the basement up to the bedroom, putting the piles of miscellany downstairs. Making all the like items find like storage locations.

We’ll be attending with J & D, a couple we’ve known for a little while now (well, since before they were a couple and it was just J, but we’ve loved watching them become the couple they are!). I’ll be in service to both the ladies and there will be play activities for all. And a pool. In winter. After all this fother-mucking insanely cold weather we have had.

But things should be in place for Madame to find the things she needs for our weekend, prepared in advance and ready to go. I’ll just need to know which night she wants the suitcase put up on the bed for her to fish through. Then we can get to real packing for the weekend – which we will no doubt overpack for. This is our schtick.

I try to keep my head down, do my work, serve her as best I can and improve both of us. It’s a time of cuddling and finding warmth. It’s a time of getting all that shit done that you don’t want to do in summer. So do it now…

Some time I’ll share the FLOP story, don’t worry, but that time isn’t now. It needs edits (desperately!) and more content. It’s just a very boring and, I thought, slow, setup chapter. My character list is short (under 10!) so that’s good, but it can go deep if I let it. So I’ll watch out for over complication.

Thanks all for the reading. More salacious content to come, I promise!

Yield

I have found myself in a different state around women in general. I yield. Very often. In the office, I’ll often yield to the ladies in the office (we’re about a 60/40 split F/m) and also at home I nearly always yield as well.

What do I mean yield? Mostly I’m talking about movement. At the office, yielding to the coffee pot, to the tricky blind corner around the reception desk, the doors, etc. At home, with the exception of in the kitchen (because hot things are hot and all the roommates know kitchens as their means of income in some way), I’m yielding. Steps, doors, etc. And even with some things in the kitchen. Though we generally have a “You cook, I clean…” deal, more often than not, if I cook, I’m helping with cleaning or leading most of it. (I did take the Christmas eve dinner cleanup OFF, however! I did cook for 6 hours – and other men cleaned up!).

It doesn’t generally happen in the car because identifying women in the car is just not enough time to process and to assume anything. At least in the office and home everyone’s genders are known.

In general with driving I’ve slowed down so while I’m not giving it away on the road, I’m following most of the rules and waiting my turn at the annoying four way stops. There’s just not enough time to do proper evaluation in a car. It could get messy too easily.

So, well, how is this different?

Well, I’ve become more in touch with my slave side lately. I have put off more of the things that make me happy and tried to ask less of Chloe when we’re playing. I’ve tried to keep up on the things she asks me to do. I’ve tried to impose less on her in general and try to help with more. I’m fully in acceptance of my sexual denial and consider the teasing a very fun thing that I look forward to. I’m perfectly happy to wait for the occasional orgasm that sneaks through and enjoy those as opposed to wanting to cum. (Remember, I can do orgasm w/out ejaculation – and it’s pretty awesome). And I’m also perfectly happy to pleasure my partner and let them roll over and sleep if they want. Frustrating, yes, but part of what I’m there for.

Now, what’s the problem with that John? Well, nothing. But…

(See, there it is!)

But it’s been offering me another instance of trying to offer better service. I think this is a good thing. I’ve often been actively in the process of doing my jobs in the house and had to step back, step aside, move back, redo things that I was doing to yield to the oncoming traffic. And there are a few things to feel about this.

First, I recognize my privilege in this one and realize that women through history have been doing this f o r e v e r. This is nothing foreign to them. Minorities as well. I sometimes see it when I’m the customer at service industry things (hotels, restaurants, etc) and I almost feel bad, but then I know that in some of these places, they’re expected to behave that way. But yes, I recognize that my ignoring this for so long is part of my white male privilege.

Second, I get frustrated. Oh, sometimes it frustrates the hell out of me. “Like, really, I’m trying to do this for YOU, why am I walking back to let you through?” Well, John, you’re moving back because you’re doing it for them, you ninny. Yes, all of it. It’s for them. Do the whole thing for them. You’re not just completing a task, you dolt. You’ve said it before to yourself, that your service is one of the ways in which you’re worshiping them and honoring them, so fucking do it then – all the way! Them coming along and getting “in the way” is not in the way (see point one on this for reminder, John) – it’s part of doing the job. But I do get frustrated. I sometimes cannot help it. I can only try to be better about it in the future and remind myself that the task is from beginning to end and all points in between. And to do the job for the whole job.

And lastly, it really is part of my doing things for people. If I’m not going to let Chloe go by while I carry her clothes upstairs, well, I’m being an idiot and not serving her in the way I should. And I could see where she might sometimes get upset with me and my pushing through with things while I’m doing such things for her. Just plain uncool.

Now, I do need to tack back to the kitchen thing. I don’t know that I can yield too much in the kitchen, particularly on complicated meals. I’m a pretty “mise en place” kind of person in the kitchen. I will proudly state that I’ve made strides in the kitchen, living with foodies. I work much better in a crowded kitchen than I used to. But there are times when I need the focus – and perhaps I need a better way to tell people “Hey, I’m really trying to not fuck this food up, can you come do that later?” or similar – but I’ll work on it. But jeezum, when I’m trying to plate up toast, eggs and the rest of breakfast at the same time for four plates at once, “GTFO da kishun!!!” I can also work on my timing too and get better here.

So, I have noticed I’m yielding much more. I’m certainly showing more deference to women in general. I sometimes get frustrated when I’m yielding, but I’m getting better about dealing with that. I have more work to do.

The third

Our recent foray into finding a third to join in our world has proven, at least initially, successful. Let’s call him Mark. We met Mark thanks to an ad that Mistress posted and he responded favorably. He was among many, of course and almost got lost in the shuffle, but we finally ended up arranging a time to meet. He writes well, has good ideas about playing with the both of us and has experience in playing with couples. Like so many candidates, he’s recently divorced and also finds himself with an empty nest, so this is good all around.

We met for dinner at a place none of us had been to, had a good meal and I had a beer and a half. I admit, I was nervous for the meeting, as there were indications that if things went well, we would go to his house afterward and he’d be taking auditions on my cock sucking ability.

Dinner went well, Madame dismissed me for a few minutes so they could talk privately and we ended up leaving and heading to his place. It seems that all of us were in the mood to play and to see just what we could do.

After following him to his apartment and enough warnings about thin walls and neighbors, I soon found myself naked in the presence of Mark and Mistress. I was directed to the couch where I sat and he climbed up on his knees to see how I’d receive his cock. I suppose this brief part of cock sucking went well, I know that I was enjoying it, and he soon dismissed me to the bedroom, where I was directed to lay down on it. He wasted little time in positioning himself over my face where his cock dove into my mouth and assaulted it. My cock rose and Madame played with it as she watched her boy servicing another man. He directed me well “no teeth!” “Come on, open it up…. ” and there were assertions as to his loving my gurgling as he pounded me. I’d never really taken a cock like this before, but it was nearly inescapable as I’ve ever experienced. I was flat on the bed, he was over me, able to grab my hair and pull me into him and he certainly did fuck me. Madame lay on the end of the bed, reclining, sometimes touching herself and sometimes touching me. She delighted in teasing my cock to hardness only to have me tap her shoulder urgently – indicating her need to stop. I knew she’d never give me permission. Tired of teasing me, she played with herself while Mark continued to fuck my face; sometimes directing me to slow down to stave off his orgasm.

While he claimed to be very verbal, he wasn’t all THAT verbal. I think there was nervousness on all our parts causing some measure of quiet over all of us. Well, not true, I had little choice being unable to talk. These things happen when your mouth is full of cock.

Madame ended up having a nice little cum while watching the show, then returned to touching me and teasing me, but less earnestly now. I’m pretty sure she told Mark to “fuck his face! I love hearing him gag like that”. He complied. She had also commented multiple times about hearing his balls slapping against my face.

Kind of like this, except my cock didn't spill.

Kind of like this, except my cock didn’t spill.

The hardest part of it was getting opportunities to swallow. My mouth would fill with my own spit, some of his pre-cum, and I’d have to end up swallowing to clear the sloshing liquids. I think they both loved hearing all that sloshing face fucking. I remember hearing him give indication he was going to cum, but I don’t remember what those words were. I do remember him picking up the pace and picking up my head by my hair, pulling me onto his cock and his cock deep into my throat. By picking up my head, the gag didn’t happen, so I just held my face there as I could feel his cock pulse, his balls tighten and then the cum was easily sliding down my throat. He was so deep in my mouth that I tasted hardly any of it.

He relaxed his grip after some time, relaxed, pulled himself out of my throat and then out of my mouth. I lapped at his cock to get all the drips and drops. He admonished me to watch out for the sensitive cock head. Aware of how sensitive I am after cumming, I knew exactly what he was talking about. Compliments were handed down to me, the cock sucker. We all lay together in the bed. Madame squeezed my cock a few times gently and I just held on to the both of them and had an orgasm (no ejaculation) while between them… I smiled. A lot.

With little more to talk about other than promising to get together again soon, this cock sucking audition was over. I successfully passed. He got a good cum. She got a good cum. I performed good service and pleased the both of them. Overall, a very good time.

I expect we’ll meet again soon. The Thanksgiving holiday is in the way of more, as we all have families, but I hope to hear from him soon for a followup. He very much wants to pound my ass as much as he pounded my face, but I’m unsure I’m ready for that. And then there’s a part of me that wants to say “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be…” and that I want Mistress to simply order him “He’s either ready or not, just fuck his ass.” and we’ll deal with whatever consequences. If he becomes even more verbal and a little more denigrating toward me, I’m sure it will put me into a deeper sub space where almost anything is possible. I really do hope he’ll do that on our next meeting. Mark, if you’re out there, come on and insist on using me again soon. I very much look forward to it.

Been a long time…

Its been a long time since I blogged here. I tend to do that. Go for long spells where I fail to write and then write a whole lot. It can be tedious for the reader and it certainly does gain a loyal following, but it’s how my life is.

I could talk about work and its stresses and demands. I could talk about home life and how its going mostly well, but my world as a “Dad” might be stressed more than I expected it could be. I could discuss my kink, which is going well. And I could discuss my female led relationship, which is also going well. But to pick out a few things might make them seem more “important” or “impactful” than others and I don’t want to annoy or upset anyone by doing that.

But in essence, I kind of need to do that. Instead of writing “all the things!” I’m going to need to pick out a few things here and there and expound on them as regularly as I can. And if I’m including people in the conversations, then they’ll need to know that I’m dancing ^W writing as fast as I can and will get to all the things, eventually.

And no, it’s not a NaNoWriMo type thing inspiring the writing that I need to do, but I do think that there are times when putting pen to paper (or hands to keys) can be a useful exercise in working things out. It’s much like the technical technique of “confessional debugging” – where you explain the problem to someone else, what debugging steps you’ve tried and more often than not, just in the process of explaining it this way and the person you’re explaining to mostly listening, you can discover the problem on your own. It really works well! So, perhaps my confessional debugging of writing will help all of me and in the process help me find some peace of mind with all the things in my head. At my core, I am happy, but a few important things make me feel stressed and not entirely whole. So I’ll do what I can to bring some of that to the fore and see where I can make improvements. So, let’s hope for more writing from me soon!

Locktober Thirty First

Here we are at the end of Locktober. Madame reminded me this morning and suggested I write about it. Her suggestion fell on my stressed ears, as I was up at 5 am and worrying about work, which is particularly busy given the recent storm that’s decimated our state.

32 days locked in chastity - taken in the locker room.

32 days locked in chastity – taken in the locker room.

I am unsure what she has in mind for release, but she wants to know what’s in my head. I think she will unlock me and fuck me until I cum. Then she will expect a good long hard fucking after that. We both know that my stamina after being locked will be almost nil. But there’s also part of me that thinks she will not let me cum, but just use me for her own pleasure. It will be difficult for her to find her way to an orgasm with me inside her due to the chastity invoked hair trigger. We also have a pending visit from TSPD who may be expecting some joyful fun sexy times, but I don’t know what limits Madame will place on me for the visit.

I will, certainly, be happy to be unlocked. I expect some healing time for the cock, as I know the head is chafed. I think that little spot on the underside of her cock may be chafed a little as well.

I am very pleased with my ability to stay locked as long as I have. It’s been a while since I was locked for a full month. Usually Madame won’t make the sacrifice of being without her cock for that long. And she really HAS made a sacrifice. I can’t even find the beautiful copper cock that has often stood in for my cock in previous times. It hasn’t reappeared since her venture to summer camp.

Overall, I look forward to her touching my cock again, to feeling it pressed against her ass as we spoon each other in bed. Whether I cum or not – well, that’s up to her and I’d like to feel it, but I wonder how much her desire to tease me and make me whimper might color her opinion. She says she’s already made her decision. I think I know what that is and I think I know what will happen in the coming weekend and visit from TSPD. But then, I’d be foolish to count on what _I_ think a woman would decide regarding such things. I do look forward to the release. Absolutely. Whether I get unlocked AND get to cum will be up to her. I want her to enjoy whatever she decides to do.

Cake (a plausible fantasy)

I got back from vacation earlier than expected so I was able to attend a friend’s birthday party. And I was able to help Madame with a chore she was saddled with – buying a birthday cake. Naturally, I went to one of the best bakers in town, where we’ve bought cake before and never been disappointed. It happens to be next to a place that makes the best Sicilian pizza slice in town, so I just curiously ended up there at lunch time!

I picked up a cake for a friend's birthday event.

I picked up a cake for a friend’s birthday event.

Got home, put the cake in the fridge and proceeded to unpack more of the car from the road trip vacation. And then I got a text. Naturally, having MADE a spot for it in the fridge and it being taped and secured and ensconced within the fridge, I didn’t want to take it out, untape it, open, picture, close it, tape it, restack the fridge, all of that. I mean, it’s a frikkin simple chocolate cake where I had them write “Happy Birthday Karen” on it. (Names may be changed to protect the guilty). No number of years, nothing out of the ordinary. It was a delicious chocolate cake from a known damn good bakery. No worries. Why did she need a picture?

But at 5:04 I was summoned to the driveway. *

“The bags in the back, in the kitchen” was what she started with. I opened the back of the car, grabbed the bags and started carrying. I wasn’t getting a “welcome home” kiss from her. “Put them on the counter, then get naked and kneel in the bedroom.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” was my reply. I did as I was told.

She was in the bedroom in short order and grabbed my by the hair. “Tell me what this sentence means. ‘Send me a picture of the cake’ ”

“Ma’am?”

“What does this mean to you? SEND ME A FUCKING PICTURE OF CAKE?!”

I knew she was pissed. Was she really pissed? Or pretend pissed? It didn’t matter. I was really in trouble.

“You wanted a picture of the cake?”

“Yes, a simple request, I thought. And yet I didn’t get a picture of the cake, did I?”

“Ma’am, it was buried in the… ”

“Shut it. Shut the fuck up!

Stand. Hands on the end of the bed, present your ass.” I did as told, presenting myself to her. She walked by me, heading toward my belts. She grabbed the black leather belt and stood to the side of me. Her hand again in my hair, pulling my face to look at her. “It was not a difficult task, but all I got was an excuse. Now you’ll pay for a bullshit excuse. Do not fucking move or it will be much worse.”

She let go of my hair, walked behind me and I heard her swing the belt through the air as she doubled it, wrapped it around her fist and tested her distance. I braced.

She beat my ass relentlessly, all over my ass and thighs, working them hard. A couple times I crumpled down to my knees and she ordered me up to my feet again. The last time I crumpled she reached, grabbed my balls painfully and yanked me up from my knees. The last time I crumpled she put a foot on my back, shoved me all the way to the floor and just stood over my body and whipped my ass with the belt.

She fumed. She was angry. She did not like that I disobeyed, but I didn’t know it was an order like that. I suppose I should treat more of those queries as orders. I gave in, my body gave up, I succumbed and just fell to her whipping. I could not move, would not move, would not whimper, I was simply getting whipped raw by a belt and she continued. I could only tell that her breathing was heavy and she was angry.

Finally, she stopped. I felt the belt land on my back as she dropped it. She went to the corner of our room with a chair and flopped into it. She sat there and watched me. My red ass humped the ground I was laying on. She caught glimpses of my erection underneath my red ass. She rubbed herself. I was roused by hearing her touching herself and moaning. Minutes later, I cleaned her from her arousal and orgasm.

“Wash your face and get dressed. We have a party to go to.”


* This is the point where fact turns into fantasy…

 

 

Some questions, answered

On twitter, “SFD” wrote in a message asking some questions. Here they are (not exactly word for word):

How long have you been currently locked up?

At the time this person wrote, only 8 days.

What is the longest ?

122.

What device are you in?

We own a Steelworxx.de Steelheart 2. It is, like most Steelheart devices, custom sized. It’s also black powder coated, as I have an allergy to metal on my skin.I’ve had the powder coat from the factory redone once – that was an interesting interaction with the powder coat people. I would not recommend this as a first device, but as a second device, once you know what sizes you want/need – it’s a good choice. There are some really beautiful custom devices now, I wish I could afford them.

When she lets you have a release, how does she do it?

Most often, it’s through PIV sex and she grants me release. Sometimes it’s when I’m being toppy (it does happen!) and I’ll release wherever I want to. There are times I am toppy and I don’t cum, but sometimes, she’ll want some of my toppy energy after she has made me cum – it really lets me fuck very hard for a while after that.

Does she give you tie-and-tease sessions?

I am often teased and almost always denied. I am very rarely tied down for these. Sometimes I will ask for permission to beg while she teases me and she says yes, allowing me to beg to cum. She and I both know that I really do not want to, but she loves hearing me beg and telling me “no”.

How often do you pleasure her sexually by non penis means

Daily! I am always rubbing her back, feet or other body parts and almost every night I rub her back while she falls asleep. We also have some evening oral rituals I perform. You might not think these are sexual touches but as she asks for them for her pleasure – well, isn’t all pleasurable touch sexual?

Would you ever go back?

Never. Not a chance.