I find a clit

As anyone who lives with their penis locked in a steel tube can tell you, hygiene is important. Not to be scrimped on. Probably a third of the time I spend in the shower is attending to the tube.

So this morning, as I was doing my thing (which involves squirting soapy water in the tube and squishing it around), I stuck my finger down there to make sure everything was nicely cleaned out. Typically, I run it down each side to get to the place under the head of the penis where the PA ring goes around the fixing and urine can collect, but this time I also ran it over the top of the penis and ZING!

So that’s how I found myself with my finger down the tube rubbing the top of the glans on the head of the penis like it was a clit. I mean, the motion was exactly like fingering a clit. After a few moments of this, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, I realized several things. First, being forced into a situation where I can only rub myself like I have a clit is a pretty good mind fuck. Two, there is no way in hell I’d ever be able to come this way. With no way to stimulate the bottom of the head, I might eventually combust, but orgasm would forever be out of reach. Three, after a few seconds of this, the amount of room in the tube that made it possible was rapidly filled. And finally, I wondered if this was in violation of Belle’s “no playing with it” rule. Fuck, probably.

So I stopped.

I’ve been in the device now for about ten days which is not that big a deal in the greater scheme of things but longer than I’ve been locked up solid in a while. I am now entering that period where the device stops feeling like a thing which means I’m getting pretty horny. While I was fingering my little faux clit this morning, the tube felt less like a foreign object and more like part of the thing I was fingering. It’s a weird mental game my brain plays that tells me I’m in the groove. Also, I’m more or less sleeping through the night and am only slightly woken up by the tube pressure in the wee hours and find myself flexing the attempted erection so it fills with more blood and the tube gets that much fucking tighter only because I like how it feels.

It’s also sort of dangerous because I’m feeling the denial ooze around me like a warm mud bath and my desire to come is slipping further and further away. All I want now is her. To feel her come. To hear her moan and breath and climax with my fingers buried up in her hot snatch while the penis throbs and strains and pushes against immovable, implacable, clenching steel. If she let me out and told me I could fuck her and come, I definitely would because it’s her decision, but right now this second today, I would regret it. The head of steam is building in my loins and I want to feel it grow stronger. I am not nearly desperate enough.

But I try and put those thoughts aside. I don’t decide. If she wants me hornier, I’ll be hornier. If she doesn’t, I won’t. But I hope she does. That’s OK, right? Hoping?

6 thoughts on “I find a clit

  1. I can relate to all your thoughts and feelings here. The mind fuck feeling of having to play with yourself like you had a clit and the feeling of satisfaction you get when making Belle cum even when you don’t……Enjoy my friend!

  2. Reading blog posts from Thumper so often set off such fireworks in my head that it can be hard form me to describe just how they make me feel. So, today I’ll just say, ‘oh hell yes’, and leave it at that. FYI, I may be responding this way because I am on day 11 of a lockup of unknown duration.

  3. I’ve wondered about this with my husband. If he’s being honest, he says that he is unable to do anything similar because the end of his tube is closed. The only openings in his are smaller than the tip of his little finger.

    He admitted to me that he has sometimes tried with Vaseline and a q-tip but said that it was very unsatisfying and that he was unsuccessful. His cleanliness is also important to me and I’m glad that he keeps that up, for the most part.

    I must supervise closely whenever I allow him brief periods of play time with my vibrator against his device because he did complete once while doing that. I now set my kitchen timer for 2 minutes when allowing him play time with my vibrator.

    After he has been locked for anything more than 4 weeks the risk of an unauthorized release appears to be greater.

    1. I’ve not worn a device I couldn’t get my finger down into from the back while all soaped up in the shower. The Steelheart it close in the end, too, but that doesn’t matter. Flaccid penises are very squishy little things.

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