Belle free

Sometime, things just don’t work the way you think they should (or want them to).

A couple of examples. First, that nifty little keysafe thing I got to keep my emergency keys in. Yeah, well, that broke the first time Belle opened it. Quality. Then the penis plug I ordered showed up. Yeah, that ended up being too fat to fit up my urethra. And trust me, I tried. At least it’s a quality piece of stainless. If nothing else, it’ll look great dangling from my keyring next to the car keys.

Then there was Belle’s cock. It started to feel a little weird in the tube in that overly sensitive and irritated way it does after it’s been in for a while. In this case, it had been three weeks exactly. She let me take it off to inspect the hotdog and, while there were no visible signs of wear, she let it stay out for the day to recuperate. That night, she wanted it back in. Not only because she was about to leave town for a few days (and she never leaves me alone anymore with free meat) but also because she expects and prefers my default condition to be locked.

But I asked not to be. Truth is, I was kinda sorta miserable. I can be locked indefinitely and enjoy it, but absent any external stimulation, it starts to become monotonous. So, even though she was going to be gone, she agreed to leave me out as long as I didn’t go overboard with the jacking off to porn. And, of course, I wasn’t allowed to orgasm.

In the past couple of days, I did manage to fit in a significant amount of self abuse. I really enjoyed the edging and took myself to the brink innumerable times, but found, after a while, a little voice creeping in to my mind as I did it. It wasn’t exactly telling me I should go ahead and come, but it seemed to be trying to distract me at the very worst moment so I’d accidentally find myself all gooey. Make me miss half a beat until the moment of no return was passed. I didn’t come, but it seemed as though I was crossing the admittedly vague guidelines she left me with. Time to stop.

But, of course, I have terrible self-control. So, I decided to lock myself back up. I know it’s not the same as when she’s around since I know exactly where the key is, but the device is serving as my deterrent. Also, the edging – even though Belle wasn’t part of it – was just what I needed. I don’t need any more at the moment, though I really want it. Once I was back in the device I felt an odd sense of wholeness descend. Not like last time where it felt alien and intrusive. This time, being out felt out of sorts and being back in felt normal. The device has become my security blanket.

In any event, I look forward to the next few days very much. The kids are going to be out of the house for three nights and Belle and I are spending one of them in a lovely B&B we’ve gone to in the past. I really, really need to have sex with her, and more than once. I need, in the very bottom of my soul, to feel her come hard. I desperately want to find myself back in the pre-London subspace. I don’t think one weekend can fix everything, but I hope it’s the beginning to the way out of the particular rough patch.

12 thoughts on “Belle free

  1. I can be locked indefinitely and enjoy it, but absent any external stimulation, it starts to become monotonous.

    This is one of the most difficult things that I needed to cope with over the years. Sure, getting locked up is all hot and horny for a few days, or a few weeks. But as the weeks drag on and you get hit with family member sickness, work pressure, holidays, visits from in-laws, winter blahs, there are times when you realize you have this freaking thing locked around your junk, and you’re wondering “What’s the point?”

    I’m not sure how I get through it. I think it’s just sheer stubbornness and being too proud to ask for relief. ‘cos, you know, that would be giving in, and I don’t really want to do that. But I’m not sure if that’s necessarily the best way; I know that at times, I find it hard to get back into the groove when the stress and problems start fading away.

  2. You know, I sometime feel that with enough edging and teasing I could stay locked up indefinitely. Of course that is just the way I feel, Actually doing it might not be something I could accomplish.

    1. Actually, I’ve discovered that for me, more teasing actually makes it, well, if not easier, then at least more tolerable. And I really could go almost indefinitely as long as we were still being sexy and intimate.

  3. Out of curiosity, how wide was the plug (I.e., how wide was too wide for you)? I’m thinking about a plug, too, and many do, indeed, seem improbably large…

  4. Dude, that’s three eighths of a freaking inch! Could you fit your little finger down your urethra? Hell no! What the hell were you thinking?

    You need to buy a set of sounds and stretch things out a bit.

    And I’m really going to avoid saying anything about how you’re constantly messing with your equipment. Poking and piercing and tattooing and stuff. Squick, squick, squick…

  5. Dude, that’s three eighths of a freaking inch! Could you fit your little finger down your urethra? Hell no! What the hell were you thinking

    I was thinking that, in my experience, there is no hole that can’t be successfully invaded when a enough persistance and lube is involved.

    You need to buy a set of sounds and stretch things out a bit.

    Totally agree. And I’ve been looking for a good reason to but a set!

    And I’m really going to avoid saying anything about how you’re constantly messing with your equipment. Poking and piercing and tattooing and stuff. Squick, squick, squick…

    I don’t have a tattoo…yet. And, if I do recall, you also tried a piercing. Also also, as a guy with his own junk encased on plastic, maybe we should refrain from calling each other’s pots black. 😉

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