Mr. McGuire: I want to say one word to you. Just one word.
Benjamin: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Benjamin: Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire: Plastics.
Benjamin: Just how do you mean that, sir?
The past few days, I’ve been having issues. Specifically, odd feelings from inside the tube of the chrome CB6K. Pinching, sensitivity, soreness, etc. Belle had left the key in the house, but hidden, so I couldn’t really see what the deal was (the tube being all metallically reflective and all), but I felt I had the situation in hand (so to speak).
Early this morning, I awoke to an intense itchiness. It was driving me up the fucking wall. Down on the right side of the shaft, just above the head, it itched like a motherfucker. I’ve had the occasional isolated itch before, but nothing like this. Had the Geneva Convention considered enforced male chastity, itchiness of this magnitude would have been banned by all civilized nations.
I sent an email to Belle who I figured might be getting ready for bed on her side of the planet saying, in short, I need that key. Every day so far that she’s been gone, she’s called at about 7:00 AM while the kids were getting ready for school, but not today. Of course, not today. And no response to my email. I proceeded to turn the house over looking for that key. Good news, I suppose, is she didn’t leave it in any of her previous hiding places. Regardless, after a short while, I lucked-out and found the key inside a thing in a drawer in the kitchen. As quickly as possible, I was in her bedroom, pulling the device from my body.
Besides the itchy patch, I can see at least three other spots where the skin has been irritated and rubbed raw. In addition, there’s another of those weird little penis pimple things forming on the glans. Basically, the inside of the chrome tube is just not finished very well. There’s apparent overspray from the painting process that, as I mentioned right after I got it, leaves the interior unacceptably rough for long-term wear. A day or three doesn’t seem to be an issue, but I’m going on a week and a half now and the damage has been done. Besides the roughness, it also continues to rub color onto my skin turning it black in spots (and, apparently, causing penis pimples).
Yeah, real fucking sexy.
Were I not damaged, I’d put the old clear tube back on and try to forget about the key. The Steelheart is winging its way back to the Fatherland for a smaller ring, so it’s no help. In any event, I’m in no condition to be packing plastic at the moment. Maybe in a few days, but not now. Funny thing is, I may as well still be locked up since, in its current state, playing with the damned thing would be too painful.
Good thing I’m not the kind of guy to say things like “I told you so,” or anything like that.
BTW, we solved the key thing by having 2 locks, so that if I had to remove the device (which I didn’t, because it was not chromed, but never mind that now), I could then lock it with the 2nd lock. We figured that the chances of needing to remove it twice were slim. ‘cos, you know, we weren’t using one of those weird camo/wood/chrome ones.
Two locks is a good idea. I think she also needs to leave me a spare key in the key safe we have. I think, had I not been able to find the key, I probably would tried to break the thing off.
You *did* warn me about not being able to see in, but the real problem with the chrome device is that it’s just too rough inside. Had Belle been home, I would have looked inside two days ago. I knew something was up, I just didn’t have any way to find out what it was.
Otherwise, yeah, I’m really glad you’re not the kind of guy to say I told you so…
Rubbed raw, black spots, penis pimples!
In the immortal words of Dorothy Parker: “Tonstant Weader fwowed up.”
This male chastity lark isn’t to be undertaken lightly, is it? Hope your recovery is swift.
Things are looking pretty good this morning. I may even be able to reincarcerate myself this evening…
Incidents like this make me wonder how “remote keyholder” situations can possibly work out. For a short time I had local but not live-in keyholder, a medical professional no less, who locked me in my (clear) CB-3000, gave a few rudimentary hygiene tips, and then planned to leave me alone for a week and a half. Of course she took all keys. And her eventual goal was to lock me in a (not clear) NeoSteel. Can’t help but wonder what would have happened with that had I got the itches sometime during the week…
Unless you were already well-fitted and acquainted with the device, I agree that remote keyholding sounds like a recipe for disaster.
Also, at least IMO, I can’t imagine not having an emotional connection to my keyholder. But that’s just me…