Yesterday, we had a bit of scare. Belle, for a little while at least, well and truly lost the keys to the Steelheart. This has happened before, but it was very brief. More like misplaced vs. lost. The difference was, yesterday morning she was kinda freaked out about it like I’ve never seen her before.
I had been in the Steelheart for just over a month and, as sometimes happens, I was developing a sore spot on the top of the glans. I think this happens because the Steelheart is roomier than the Evotion Orion and also traps more liquid (though, because it’s stainless, still ends up being more hygienic) and sometimes it seems like the extra movement allowing the contents to bump around and the acidity of the environment combine to create a sore. Since being out is not an option, I wanted to get into a device that would allow the sore to heal up before it got out of hand. That’s the Orion. And that’s what prompted me to ask for the key.
But her usual hiding place was unavailable due to a bathroom remodel and she had to displace everything in there to somewhere else. And it was one of those things where you put something somewhere thinking it’s an obvious, easily remembered place only to realize it promptly left your brain as soon as you did it. She wasn’t, like, freaking out but she could see it from where she was.
I…wasn’t? Like, I know I do need to be able to get the device off for perfectly practical reasons (like little sores that pop up), but rather than being freaked out I felt something like a little thrum of excitement. That’s because I’m a fucking pervert, of course. It was like the start of some dumb chastity erotica. “My wife lost my key and now I’m locked for good!”
Luckily, she ended up remembering where they were and I was able to swap into the Orion without incident. She has both the keys and I have no emergency key because, well, that’s just how things are now. It’s easier, but, clearly, also riskier.
On Bluesky, someone asked if she supervised my changing devices to ensure I was following all the rules. And, no, she doesn’t (though that would be hot). She knows I’m just as invested in the rules at this point as she is and cheating is something I really am not that into. In fact, I may not be able to.
I took the Steelheart off and placed it on the bathroom sink edge and got in the shower without any device. I was careful not to look down or into the mirror because one of my rules is I’m not allowed to see the contents outside of its enclosure. While in the shower, I soaped up and directly cleaned all the places I can’t usual get to when locked. I found that doing so, while providing a lot of sensation to places that never feel it anymore, didn’t get me hard. At all. Not even a little. The contents remained small and floppy the whole time.
After the cleaning, I shaved the bits that are hard to get to which required pulling and such and still, nothing. While shaving, place the entire shaft in my hand so I can see what I’m doing without seeing it, and even then, nothing.
Note, I am not impotent. I can achieve an erection. I wake up with one every morning. I have a bit of a one right now writing these words. I get plenty tight while having sex or looking at porn, etc. But when the contents are exposed and soaped up and in my hand, nothing. Because I know it’s wrong.
It’s interesting to me how unbelievably sensitive the head is now. Maybe it’s too sensitive. Like, it was so intense as to be over the line of stimulating. Maybe that combined with the absolute mental lid on my urges makes it impossible for me to get hard that way now. All I know is it didn’t happen.
So, no, she doesn’t need to supervise me. I haven’t seen the exposed contents in 311 days and haven’t held my own erection in my hand in 526 days. Rules: FOLLOWED.