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.