The statistics of 2017

Statistics wonks will love this one…

I keep track of how often I’m allowed to ejaculate, how long I am locked and how often I am plugged. The latter statistic is a new one, so the data isn’t comparable to any other year. I was plugged just over 50 hours last year.

I use a google calendar to keep it and track keywords. I later use a google calendar calculation plugin to add up the time. If there are typos in my recording things, they’ll get missed.

What I notice in these statistics is that while I’m locked far longer, I am having more ejaculations than ever before. Every single one is supervised. I can’t remember the last time I had one without a woman present.

I also realize that, compared to some, we don’t keep me locked up a lot and I am allowed far more ejaculations than many other submissive men, but this is our kinky life and we’re having a ball living it. I hope you all are having as much fun as we are!

I also know that Madame may very well be shaking her head at me, wondering how I can write about a topic like this and make it sexy and I know that sexy is in the eye of the beholder – not necessarily the keyholder. To me, this kind of info is sexy and I know some other locked men are happy to read it. It’s an insight into our world and how we live it. And the fact that you, my lovely Mistress, are holding my key right now is damn sexy too. Love you.


Statistics are sexy

Statistics are sexy

 

 

The envelope please

Life calls me away from my owner and home and into some full time parenting, so I’m away for a couple days. Since we’ve been experimenting with a new device for enforcing my chastity, I did not feel comfortable leaving without some way to escape the device should there be a problem. After all, some chastity devices take a good length of time before they reveal their problems. So, I left two of the keys with Madame and we sealed up one in the envelope which we beautifully decorated for me. I hope not to use it, but there will be no mistaking it if I do!

The envelope holding the key to her property

The envelope holding the key to her property

I like these types of rituals. My putting the key in an envelope, her signing it. It may seem like trivial housekeeping, but every time we do something like this it underscores her ownership of me. “Yes, put the key in an envelope… ” she orders. And yes, she puts pen to paper, she decorates it. She draws out the process. She could have just signed a name and been done, but she took the time to decorate, to get things the way she wanted while I stood there and watched. I know she did it deliberately and I love it. And yes, my cock swelled in the cage while she did it.

Sometimes these little things in our D/s life are very powerful and far beyond what anyone would think of them were they to look from the outside, but we know. She knows. And she makes sure I know.

 

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.

Hello 2018

It’s been a long time since I have posted here, but it’s daily that I think about it.  I have missed this blog. It’s like an old, established friend that I think about but haven’t seen in too long. I’m not quite sure what it is that keeps me away, and I think about this daily too. I don’t have an answer to this particular part, but know that in this early morning hour, as the full moon sets and the below zero temperatures make the air seem thin and the lights of town twinkle brightly, it feels good to sit and write.

We are alive and well, my boy and I. Life has been, and remains, full and happy. The holidays were good. Yesterday was good. We didn’t make any long list of resolutions for the new year. Perhaps some quieter goals….some lofty, some not. But we did have a balanced day, which I love. Some productive chores at home, a couple of errands that needed to be run. To wrap up the day, we went to a hotel lounge that is near our home. I like this place. Easy parking, a fireplace in the bar area, big comfy chairs with lots of sports on lots of TV’s. My boy wore a plug and was still locked in chastity from the night before.  He was instructed to kneel before me as we sat in the lounge at some point during our visit. He complied beautifully, making it look as natural as it should be.

Yes, those around us at the bar looked and noticed. All who happened to look upon our exchange returned the smile I offered. Perhaps it was his kissing of my hand, my cheek. His smile, my smile. I think they liked the love between us that occupied the space. I liked the whole thing….the obedience, the comfort, the companionship, the wine, the fire, the cage and the plug.

The last errand of the day was unexpected to me, although he swears he told me he wanted to make a stop at the Home Depot. But I don’t remember him telling me this, so therefore it must not have happened (the law is the law). He was told he would receive one cane stroke for every minute I ended up waiting in the car. Oh, the protesting! I was a bit surprised at this…..my boy likes the cane. And my tone was playful. Perhaps the protesting was a showing of exuberance and I misread? Yes, I’ve decided. This must be the case.

Yesterday ended softly and our sleep was full. Now it’s morning. It’s the beginning of the work week. The beginning of the year. It’s the quiet time. January is like that in Maine. The hunkering time, as I call it.

That’s it for now….a soft visit to my blog. It’s good to be here. I wish myself many happy returns.

 

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.

Another day, another day, another day

I fully expected that she’s unlock her cock once she returned from her trip to sunny climes, but she hasn’t. So I find myself modifying the calendar entry on our shared google calendar. Each day, at some point, I pop open the target item “Dog locked” and change the close date. It’s usually time stamped for 6 pm, which might be the earliest she would unlock me in the evening, sometimes it’s elsewhere, but it’s just adding another day.

She just keeps adding one more day – so I keep adding one more day. I keep getting to remind myself, each day, where I am reminded I am hers, the cock between my legs is hers, and I am locked or released depending on her whim, not mine.

Each night since she’s been back, she’s had no problem in laying down, me behind her, her left hand reaching for, finding, cupping and holding her cock and balls, now encased in steel and subject to her desires completely.

The lock makes a difference. I know that, even when unlocked, my cock is hers, but she’s never restricted me from stroking her cock, so long as I don’t cum. In fact, in the mornings when I drowsily wake up, I’ll often stroke the cock because it feels good and it’s a lovely way to wake up. But she doesn’t restrict it. But now, under lock and key, that’s restricted completely.

And again, each day I’m reminded. One more day. And I smile, every time. Thank you, Ma’am. ;)

“Good.”

She asked me the first morning after I had been locked up. “Did you wake up last night?” It will take several days before I can be in chastity and used to the device being on. Usually I can sleep through the night after a week.

“Yes, twice.”

“Did you kneel?” I often kneel by the side of the bed until the erection within my cage subsides.

“Once.” I had knelt once and once went to the bathroom to pee, as that also will let the erection subside.

“Was it painful?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”  she smiled and ended the conversation.

The lockup

She and I discussed locking me up this week, as I’ve been away from her. But, on the day this gets published, I’ll be away camping with a whole host of people, mostly kids, in some cabins in the Maine woods. Under those conditions, we thought it would be a little too onerous to try and hide the black metal tube attached to my dick as a “just in case” situation. “Just in case” someone walks in on me, or sees me peeing, or falls on me, or or or…. so many things that could happen. It’s kind of like, when in warmer weather and I’m kilted, I don’t wear a kilt without some kind of back up plan underneath. Hey, the kilt thing is mine, I can do it how I please and I do. ;)

So, I’m unlocked. For a week. Away from her. And that’s a long time. Sure, I’ve stroked. Yes, I’ve edged. But I still love knowing that she has been there – or she has sanctioned – every orgasm I’ve had for well over a year. There are no lapses. She’s been in total control.

So, I’m on my own recognizance. And I hopefully will sleep well. God knows that if I were locked, sleeping would be an issue too.

I like the comfort of being locked, despite the discomfort of being locked. And I like feeling her steel hand around my cock and balls.

This is just a short post, something to let the readers know that I’m away from her but loose, so there’s temptation. But not giving into it.

The view from here

I noted the other day her nightstand, as it might appear on about any day of our week.

Her nightstandWe see a bottle of water and tissues, of course. And there’s this massage ball/block/brick thing that doesn’t seem to do what we think it’s supposed to do. She prefers my hand and heel of my hand to this little stocking stuffer. And we also see her first collar for me – which she made, and is of a beautiful design. It’s actually the collar in my avatar at FetLife as well. And, finally, a padlock with her key stuck right in it. The padlock cannot be applied or removed without the key present. This can be a nuisance to self locking, but what I will often do in that case is lock up and then drive to her office to bring her the key. In this case, we’re in a lockup lull and the parts just wait here. Practically vanilla to anyone else, but knowing readers would be able to spot the difference. Just like knowing people seeing her key between her breasts might also know what the key could be for.

About last night…

She came home last night, instead of being away, as was predicted. I was happy for this. While we’ve spent a lot of time together lately, we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately. :) I like our time of play and fun and joy. But as far as Madame and pup, we’ve kept it simmering on the back burner and kept it in our life, but we haven’t put it up on the front burner, nor have we put it into the pressure cooker.

Last night changed that. I had locked up the cock yesterday morning, but she let me unlock last night, which was kind. She also had told me to pick out some equipment I’d like to be tied up in for the night. So, naturally, I grabbed some LBD cuffs (not just because we like Danny, we love his handmade products because they rock! That’s not an affiliate link or anything!) and some hardware, a mindfold and looked for the stocking she wore on New Year’s eve. Turns out, I had tossed those out with the trash in my efficiency before trash day. Drat, no stocking.

She was tired, wanted a sleeping pill and cough medicine and was ready for bed earlier than normal, but that’s fine. I teased her about “I can’t believe you’re going to let Ian fuck you!” – as I have been working on a story where a man named Ian fucks her. We also talked about other things, some vanilla, some not. I rubbed her back.

“Get yourself bound, pup. It’s time.” She rolled over to watch me. I put together the ankle cuffs and clipped those together. I added the wrist cuffs. The collar.

“Anything else you need before I put this all together, Ma’am?”

“Pet me, pup. I’m fascinated in watching you. You’re fucking sexy.”

I smiled. “Thank you. You’re pretty fucking sexy too.” Her hand reached to my cock, felt it half hard and then she rolled over away from me, to her regular sleep position.

Bound up for the night

Bound up for the night

“Pet me now pup, then clip yourself together.” I put on the blindfold, then pet her until she was close enough to sleep and clipped myself together. My hands together and then to the neck of the collar. I wasn’t very tightly rigged up, but surely I wouldn’t be able to reach my cock, which she’d be happy with. And I wasn’t going to run off in the middle of the night because my ankles were clipped together.

I slept that way all night. I was able to pull a body pillow close to me. I slept pretty well, likely because she had cough medicine and a sleeping pill that let HER sleep well.


 

This morning we woke, her first, she uttered something to me and I asked if I could have a potty break. She said yes and several minutes later bid me to stand, had me pee into a cup telling me “I wouldn’t pee too much pup, whatever goes in this cup is what you’re drinking.” The blindfold over me helped me relax enough to pee, as she held the cup in front of me with one hand and my cock was in her other hand. I didn’t pee all that I might have as her threat seemed real to me. When I was done she held the cup to my mouth. “Open. Open up pup, I don’t want a mess.” She tipped the cup back, I sighed, opened my mouth… and she walked away with the cup.

“Lay back down” she said as she left the room.

Later, after I dozed some in the bed, she returned and unclipped my hands from my neck. “Get hard, now.” I stroked myself as she put her pussy over my face. She re-positioned me, climbed up on the bed and slid me directly into her pussy, balls deep. We both groaned. She rode her cock, using my cuffed together hands as a handle, whispering down to me about using me, fucking me, riding me. She whispered to me about Ian and how she was going to fuck him and bring back cum for me to lick. Soon I had to stop her. She watched me struggling behind my blindfold. She rode me again. Again I stopped her. “Pup, I want to fuck. Are you telling me I can’t fuck my toy now?”

“Yes! STOP! STOP!!!” she stopped, I struggled very hard. I had been pushed right to the edge. At the end of this edge, she managed to pick up merely a small amount of cum from the head of my cock, feed it to me and then dismount the bed.

“You’re a fun fuck toy. I love watching you struggle.”

And she does. She loves watching me struggle. I think that’s a large portion of the reason she keeps me on edge the way she does. I’m happy with that. While I would love to have her be able to just ride me however long she wants, I also love struggling for her because she wants to see that struggle. But some days I do dream of her just riding me until she cums, climbing off of me and telling me she’s done with me. It’s a beautiful idea.