I’ve been sick. Started Thursday with minor achiness, was full-blown awful with fever, chills, and night sweats by Saturday and Sunday. I’m not out of the woods yet, but I feel as though I’m heading in the right direction.
I mention this (in addition to the implicit solicitation of sympathy) because during this period of feeling absolutely crappy and terrible, I never needed to be out of the device. Looking back on the blog here, I think I can say this is the first time I’ve been really sick in which I didn’t also feel an overwhelming desire to be unlocked. This is also the first time I’ve been sick in the nine-ish months since Belle’s made me stay locked 98-99% of the time.
I think this is a subtle but significant thing. When I was feeling my worse, the device didn’t even enter my mind. When I’m grooving, the device feels like it’s part of me, not a separate and distinct thing. I’ve never felt like that when experiencing the diametric opposite of grooving. Even during my most recent depressive episode, I said this in my last post…
Whichever steel is between my legs is just an inert mass I need to keep clean. I don’t want to be locked, I don’t want to be unlocked. I just don’t care.
I guess it was the same way when I was feeling the sickest. It’s like being locked wasn’t a situation I had to deal with or endure…it just was. Even when I’m otherwise not super excited about being that way. My acceptance of security is no longer dependent on how horny I am. It’s there even when my horniness level is below zero.
There’s an aspect of all this that’s been quite difficult for me to wrap my head around. Not difficult to do. I revel in my role. But it’s a thing that’s been bubbling around inside me and that was accentuated when I was with Frodo. It’s something to do with gender. I don’t really feel like a man anymore. That’s an odd thing to see myself writing and I don’t mean it be read as if I think of myself as a female. That’s the problem, really. I don’t have the words to describe it. Less of a man and more of something else.
I’m not a man who’s locked. I’m just locked. There is no natural state for me to be other than that. I feel like I’ve reached some new level of evolution. Imaging not having a locked penis is as difficult a concept for me to accept as the opposite would be for a man who’s just learning about enforced chastity. The penis isn’t being denied freedom since it no longer has freedom to be denied. All the frustration and the pressure of constricted erections and craving to jack off and even to come are now the point. They’re not a means to an end. They’re the end.
I don’t have a penis, I have a device. And I don’t want a penis. Not like that. Not anymore. Not ever. Belle could leave the key hanging on a nail out in the open. I’d never touch it unless she handed it to me.
The other day while looking at Tumblr I noticed something strange. I found myself on someone’s Tumblr that was all men locked in chastity devices which are not normally the kinds of Tumblrs I hang out on or follow because I think most male chastity porn is kind of boring. I’ll post the occasional picture of a guy in a device (not counting my own, of course), but they’re remarkably repetitious (counting my own) and the kinds with captions rarely do anything for me.
So anyway, I will occasionally look at these “show me your locked cock” Tumblrs to see what people are wearing. It’s how I find out about new devices. What I noticed the other day was along with a bunch of metal that looked like cheap Chinese shit you get off Amazon and the occasional Mature Metal or Steelworxx device were a lot of Holy Trainers (v2). Like, at least half were Trainers. I’d guess half as many of those were CB-6000s. This was surprising because my CB-6000 tips and tricks page is still, all these years after I wrote it, the number one page on the site after the homepage. I have no idea why this is because the top search terms WordPress says people are using to find the site now rarely include the CB-6000. So I don’t really know how these people are finding the page, but a lot of them are. Every single day. My review of the Holy Trainer v2 is usually half or two-thirds as popular in any given month.
This bums me out because I’ve assumed these numbers more or less indicate how popular the two devices are and I think the Holy Trainer is far superior to the aging design of the CB-6000. But then I see this Tumblr and all the guys in Trainers and that makes me wonder. What’s going on?
I decided to crowdsource a possible answer. I asked Twitter “If you were recommending a first male chastity device, which would it be?” The poll is still open at the time I’m writing this so it can still change, but as of right now, 99 people have responded and, lo and behold, the Holy Trainer holds a clear lead. Nearly half (48%) say it’s the device they’d recommend to a newbie while the CB-6000 comes in second at just over a third (34%) saying it’s their choice. The Bird Locked comes in a distant third (as it should — not a fan of silicone chastity devices).
The Holy Trainer is, in my opinion, the correct choice. And yes, we’ve been over this before, but that was a few years ago. And it occurs to me I never actually reviewed the CB-6000 because I wasn’t doing that kind of thing when I wore it. So, I shall consider this its review.
The CB-6000 is overly complicated. It has spacers to allow a flexible distance between the tube and the ring and it has multiple ring sizes. That ends up being a dizzying number of size combinations that I used to think was a strength but now think is just too much. It makes people think fitting a device to a penis is tricky when it’s really not that much.
It has a hard-edged A-ring. Trust me, that’s miserable. Not the good kind of discomfort. And for the life of me, I can’t imagine why it’s still like this. The device has been on the market for something close to ten years and it’s never been replaced with a rounded A-ring like the CB-3000 had. It’s never been redesigned to a more ergonomic shape like literally every other plastic device on the planet. It’s still perfectly round and sharp and causing many men all kinds of awful pain that simply isn’t necessary.
It has obnoxious side vents. One might assume they’re for hygiene’s sake, but they’re totally unnecessary and lead to flesh bulging through during erections which in turn leads to soreness and even broken skin. A lot of guys epoxy them over.
It’s the only device I’ve worn that led to the development of edema. That’s the accumulation of fluid under the skin and it’s benign if caught and allowed to dissipate, but it’s uncomfortable. I believe this is caused by the fact that the tube is narrow along the shaft but far more open near the head leading to constriction, even when flaccid.
The tube is made up of two halves joined together. In the early years, they split more often than seemed acceptable. Their design makes that a possibility even now and, from what I’ve been told, there is no pain like the pain of penis skin being trapped and pinched down the entire length of one’s member as an erection goes away.
It still uses a padlock. They bounce around and take up room in your pants. They corrode. They can have sharp edges that poke.
Lastly, and I acknowledge this is subjective, the CB-6000 is simply ugly. It looks like a medical device your grandpa has to wear, not a sex toy. The “fashion” variants (gold, wood grain, camo, etc.) are like when Cadillac made the Cimarron. It was flashy and had lots of Caddy badges, but underneath it was still a Chevy Cavalier.
The Holy Trainer isn’t perfect, but it has none of those issues. It’s A-ring is so much more comfortable and it has never led to edema on me. It doesn’t have vents along the tube (the holes it does have are in the penis head area and don’t lead to the same issues). The tube is solid and made of a more forgiving, comfortable plastic. It’s also far more attractive (basic black is my preferred color). And it’s dead simple. Three parts, including the lock (which is integrated and won’t corrode or stop working).
The biggest improvement I think could be made to the Trainer would be an option of buying it with all three ring sizes. Ring size is the most important element in male chastity and is the difference between a device a guy can keep on for days or weeks at a time and one that can’t stay on overnight. It’s too bad they don’t have a bundled option for newbies to be able to try the different sizes.
There were serval comments to my tweet about “cheap knockoffs” available on Amazon for both the CB-6000 and Holy Trainer. Insert here my standard warning about saving a few bucks while at the same time endangering your one and only penis. Personally, I’d pay the extra $10-50 bucks and get the original, but I’m also the guy who buys genuine Apple Watch bands over their $9 Amazon counterparts.
I think the CB-6000 is a hugely important device for male chastity advocates and enthusiasts. It was the first really popular mass-produced device and undoubtedly led to many men and women (millions?) giving the concept of chastity a try. You know, like Belle and I. But times have moved on. There has been innovation in the space and the CB-6000 has not kept up. It’s a relic from another era.
You all know Steelwerks. No, not Steelworxx, Steelwerks. The Canadian storefront of Chris Miers, an artisan and manufacturer of bespoke hand-made super-premium chastity devices. Usually, Chris works in steel or titanium and has forced those metals into some incredibly intricate and remarkably beautiful configurations. Some are essentially art pieces unto themselves and could easily be displayed on or off the body.
Recently, Chris has begun working with a new material. Lucite might be mistaken for simple plastic, but it’s actually much more interesting than that. It can be milled from a solid block like a metal (as is done by Steelwerks) and it’s technically classified as a glass. The end product is something that feels and looks like glass but with a fraction of the weight and significantly more impact resistance.
It’s perfectly applied to the design Steelwerks offers called the Schandmaske. Basically, the Schandmaske (a German word for “mask of shame”) is a kind of cap that fits over just the head of the penis and is secured through a PA piercing. Due to weight, this would be a very difficult design to wear if it were made of steel, so Chris makes the metal version from titanium. The PA fixing is either a short prince’s wand that locks using the distinctive Steelwerk S-screw or, as in the case of the lucite device I wore, a locking curved barbell. The device is effective as it covers the most sensitive parts of the penis and, since it’s secured to the PA, does not allow stroking of those areas. At least in my case, if I can’t apply pressure to the underside of the penis head I can’t achieve orgasm.
With that preamble, I’ll jump right in. My chastity reviews consider six different attributes: Cost, aesthetic, fit/comfort, security, hygiene, and stealth.
There is nothing bargain about Steelwerks products. If they are not the most expensive chastity devices on the market, they’re right up there. I personally don’t know of any that sell for more. That said, there’s a difference between “luxury” and “premium” and it all has to do with value. In the case of Steelwerks’ devices, what you get for your money is a bespoke device crafted by someone I think of as a real artist. Yes, it’s expensive, but Chris is someone who is obsessively focused on making the very finest product available and there’s a reason so many of his clients return again and again. Besides the obvious quality is his commitment to making for his clients exactly what they wanted when they ordered. Long way to go to say the lucite Schandmaske ranges from $500 to $800 (or even more, I suppose) depending on the specifics of what the client orders. For that money, you get the lucite “cap” custom crafted and measured to your dimensions in your choice of clear, frosted (like mine), black, or red along with a hollow, locking titanium piece of jewelry and two S-screw keys.
Aesthetic and design
I personally find the Schandmaske to have a simple beauty much like something designed by Apple. It’s so clean and purely functional, I can totally imagine Jony Ive extolling its virtues in one of those product launch commercials they do for every new watch or phone. There are no extraneous lines or details. Just the cap and the titanium barbell to keep it in place.
The barbell all by itself is a remarkable piece of craftsmanship. It’s a handmade 2 GA barbell which is larger than the usual 4 GA I normally wear, but getting it in through my piercing was no trouble. Chris included a taper to make insertion easier, but it popped right though without it. Of course, as with all piercings,your mileage may vary. The barbell is hollow and allows for urine to pass through which makes using a urinal a snap. It also makes withdrawing the penis from the cap impossible. The short end of the barbell that goes through the piercing is threaded for the small Steelwerks S-screw. The screw inserts into a collar and they both get secured into the barbell. The S-screw design makes using any other tool to remove it impossible and the collar makes using pliers or a similar tool equally fruitless. The only way the Schandmaske is coming off is either using the S-screw or a hammer and the latter method is not advised.
The cap is actually a composite of two pieces: A collar and a dome. The two are joined permanently during manufacture in such a way they will never come apart. In truth, they become a single piece of lucite. The collar is thicker and narrower than the dome. Once past the collar, the interior opens up to allow the head of the penis more room. During erections, if the device is properly fitted, the collar is too snug to move but not so snug as to restrict circulation. It ends up feeling as though it’s held on with suction, though it’s not.
Since it fits snugly and is anchored to the PA, stroking the head of the penis is impossible. This is what makes devices of this general design work. For me, if I can’t stimulate and apply pressure to the underside of the head of the penis (in the area around the PA itself), I can’t come. Well, not easily anyway. Perhaps eventually I would, but stroking the half of the hard shaft that is exposed just doesn’t do it for me. Again, every penis is a special snowflake so some might be able to get off this way, but not this rabbit.
I chose the frosted option as the black wasn’t yet available. Belle prefers devices in which the penis is not visible and this is the closest I could get at the time it was made.
Fit and comfort
The Schandmaske is a bespoke piece so, assuming your measurements are correct, the fit will be perfect. The key measurements are the circumference of the shaft of the erect penis and the length of the space between the uetheral opening and the PA. Since there’s no A-ring, that’s all you need to know.
In practice, the device is supernaturally comfortable. I often forgot I had it on. There were a few times when, while wearing tighter pants, the penis skin pushed against the edge of the cap and I felt some mild discomfort, but the skin on the penis is, I find, very fragile since it’s nearly always protected by steel. Not sure a normal penis would be so sensitive. Other than that, I had no trouble at all with it after nearly 200 hours of wear.
Since the penis is much more free with the Schandmaske than with other types of devices, I experienced the peculiar sensation of being able to feel the shaft of the penis but not its end. It was as if the head of the penis had been smeared with lidocaine. Interestingly, I found that during erections the cap is so secure that had there not been the collar and screw extending from the bottom I might even have been able to fuck Belle with it on. In any event, I would often reach in to my pants to take a leak and be surprised I was wearing it. I had simply forgotten.
Security in the Schandmaske is total. Perhaps even more than the other locked devices I wear since the design of the barbell screw and collar makes messing around with it pretty much impossible. There’s simply no way this device is coming off. There’s not much more to say.
Of course, the point of the security is to keep a man from being able to have an orgasm or play with his penis. As I said above, I don’t think I could come in this device, though I guess some might. Also, even though I couldn’t stroke it normally, wearing it during an erection will allow some amount of stroking or other kinds of fiddling. So, depending on how you look at it, there may be less security in the Schandmaske than with a trapped-ball device, but I think only a truly motivated cheater would defeat it.
The Schandmaske doesn’t complicate urination at all. There’s a bit of leakage at the point of the piercing but that won’t be new to guys with PAs. Like other devices, it can be hard to ensure the penis is totally drained of urine after going. But cleaning it is very easy and the general lack of interior volume makes it less likely for odor to become an issue.
Visually, the Schandmaske is very stealthy. It never showed though my clothes at all when I was wearing it. There simply isn’t enough of it to make any kind of impression when viewed externally.
That said, when in sweats or other loose fitting clothing like boxers and without pants, the barbell rattles in the cap. Not like a cowbell or anything, but it was noticeable on occasion.
The real stealth value of the Schandmaske is with travel. The titanium is unable to trigger a metal detector and the relative small size of the cap it highly unlikely to trigger a pat-down after a body scan. In many ways, I think it’s the perfect travel companion.
The Steelwerks Schandmaske is a lovely, understated, and remarkably comfortable male chastity device. If you can afford it, it deserves a place in your collection. And your pants.
Pictures of the Schandmaske in action are included after the jump…
I was away from Belle this weekend spending a little quality time in the woods. Since the last time I went there resulted in two unauthorized self-administered orgasms, I went this time secured in the Steelwerks Schandmaske (a device for which I am woefully late in writing a review). Not that this trip would afford me any real opportunity to cheat, but because I did last time, I am always locked now unless Belle wants to use the penis.
In any event, because of this trip and various other reasons, March is turning into month in which the penis has been locked up quite a lot. It’s been out only 1.2 hours so far, or not even three-tenths of one percent of the month. I mentioned this to Belle when I got home just as an aside as she was going to bed and she asked me, unexpectedly, if I resented that degree of lock-up.
I’m not going to say it isn’t frustrating sometimes. That the urge to have an unencumbered erection or to feel the hard penis in my hand doesn’t occasionally swell inside me. But resentful? Far from it. Just the opposite.
I love Belle for being someone who will expend the effort to control me that way. Who cares enough about me to see that I’m put into that position. I crave it and I appreciate it more than I can say. It helps me stay centered and focused on my submission. It makes me feel loved and comforted even when the device is tight or annoying or the urge to use the penis for my own pleasure becomes strong.
I find I’m in a interesting spot now that it’s been so many months in which I’ve been without access to the penis so consistently. The sensation that I don’t have a penis like other men and that I am somehow fundamentally not as other men are permeates me. In the past, there was something about how I was a man denied control over the thing that defined my manhood that radiated the energy that powered my submission but now I feel like I’ve pushed past that. Not having a penis defines me more than not having access to it does. Not ever masturbating and so infrequently orgasming and being able to satisfy my sex partners without the use of a penis has rewritten the base code of my sexuality in a way that, if I resent anything, it’s that the penis can’t be locked away forever. That it still radiates desires and urges powerful enough to require it stay secured. That it even needs to be a factor at all.
I understand why it does. Belle needs to feel it inside her. She craves that and the feeling of it ejacualting into her. That’s what she requires to be satisfied sometimes so that’s what I will give her since her satisfaction is my primary objective. I’m happy to have that penis to be able to bring her pleasure when she wants it, but also happy to not have it all the rest of the time since it would only lead me to indulgent and self-centered activity.
The energy that powers my submission now comes from the lack of the thing that I used to think defined my sexuality. That I feel very much as though I am not quite a man. I’m something in between. I only become man-like when Belle needs me to. Feeling that would have probably terrified me even after we started using chastity in our marriage. Definitely would have horrified me from 15 or 25 years ago. But now it feels absolutely natural. Perhaps more natural than I’ve ever felt before. As if I am now who I was meant to be.
How could I resent that? How could I resent the woman who helped me become this? Of course I don’t. More that I cherish her for allowing me to be who I am. That she appreciates me for being that way and, even though it’s not what she thought she was marrying, loves me all the same.
The shortest and most obnoxious of Winter months is behind us here in the Great White (but not this year) North. Here’s a breakdown of the month’s activities using the newly expanded metrics.
February was all about the Halfshell. I went into it just before February started and stayed in it for all but .07% of the month. Belle was travelling again in February so that less-than-1% outcome is mostly due to her not being around to let me out for her pleasure. Pretty sure .07% is the lowest amount of freedom the penis has experienced in any one month since the new “it shall always be locked” rule was implemented.
Just like in January, Belle’s travels worked against her having a normal number of orgasms. She enjoyed the same number, seven (in a perfect world, I’d like her to have 8-10 in a month). Two were self-administered (presumably with her vibrator), four were via the ministration of my fingers, and one was while riding the penis (and yes, I was able to resist coming myself).
I had my first orgasm of the year on the 18th. It was just OK. Not the head-exploding release that is physcially painful but also not purely enjoyable. Two days later, any lingering effects were totally gone. Through February, the Belle-to-Thumper orgasm ratio is 14:1.
Like last month, I was only allowed inside her four times. Three of the four resulted in ejacualtion without orgasm, the fourth was the one orgasm I had in the month. I think she likes it when I shoot in her and that’s half the reason she lets me do it. I’ve gotten pretty good at knowing where the line is between ejaculation and orgasm. For most men who aren’t focused on staying denied, that line is the width of a human hair. For me, it feels like it’s five feet across. I know exactly where it is, even when it shows up more quickly than I was expecting.
This month, we’re travelling to Europe for Spring Break. This will mean some extra time out for TSA, etc., and there’s no telling how much of the time we’re vacationing she’ll want the penis locked up. It hasn’t seen more than 2% of free time in five months. Might it even get into double-digits in March!?
I’m in the Halfshell currently and have been since the last time Belle locked me up (January 29 at 7:57 AM). The only practical downside of this device is that it does not allow use of a urinal. That’s why, earlier today, I was in one of the stalls taking a leak.
As posts go, not the most exciting start, I know. Bear with me.
Anyway, there’s been a lot of construction in the building our office is in. Lots of banging around on the second floor and weird smells and worker guys stomping around. So it wasn’t that strange to walk into the bathroom and see a pair of them looking up at the ceiling and talking about a maybe 4″ hole in it through which you could see the space above. Whatever, they let me pass and I went into the stall to do my business.
One of the guys left and the other I could hear moving something around but I didn’t really pay any attention as my peeing and phone kept me occupied. When I was done, I put the phone on the toilet paper dispenser and pulled some off to dab the excess urine off the end of the device and my balls. To be able to do this, I sit back a bit, open my legs, and pull the whole package up and out by my ball sack so I can get it nice and dry. You know, like usual.
I don’t know what made me look. Maybe I heard something. But I glanced up and realized the second worker guy had set up a ladder and was holding a bucket up to the hole to catch stuff that fell through. And in that position, he was well above the toilet stall wall. And he was looking right at me with my locked up package in hand.
This was an unexpected situation. It’s the kind of thing, I suppose, you don’t really know how you’ll react to until it happens. Interestingly, I was like, “Oh, OK,” let go of my balls, dropped the toilet paper between my legs, stood, pulled up my (cute) underwear and pants, retrieved my phone, and left the stall. Then, while taking my time washing my hands, I started making small talk with him. Like what just happened hadn’t just happened or happened all the time.
“What’s the hole for?”
I don’t actually remember what he said because it was mostly stammering and talking while looking up towards the hole and focusing on his bucket-holding.
“Well, be careful up there. Have a good one,” as I left the room.
Walking back to my office, I realized I was feeling zero embarrassment. This is in keeping with previous near-misses and obvious bulge-showing instances in the past, but nothing this extreme has ever happened before. For me now, being in chastity is just too normal and has too many postitive attributes to get too worked up about someone finding out, especially if that someone is a person I’ll likely see, at most, a few times in passing while he’s tearing the building up. This might even be part of the “it’s not what I do, it’s who I am” thing.
Now, hours later, I find I’m a little turned on by the encounter. I’m not a fan of kinky folk being too in your face about their sex with the muggles. People have a right not to be made part of your sex acts, after all. But this was entirely not my fault. Dude knew I was in there. Had to know when he went up on that ladder that he’d be able to see down into the stall. Then he looked. Of his own volition. If anyone is an aggrieved party here, it’s me. But I’m not aggrieved at all.
I don’t know why, but it seems like an awful lot of locked up guys get off on the idea of being discovered. Usually, it’s in the form of their keyholders telling someone, but the idea that their “secret” would be found out somehow (usually against their will) is a common theme in the chastity porn. Plus, I will admit to having a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me. So I supposed it should be no surprise that seeing another man looking at me with the device into which I’m locked on obvious display would end up flipping some switches.
I related this tale on Twitter and was asked if I was interested in him. Funny, but I didn’t think about it at the time. He was youngish and cute enough, I guess, in that construction worker kind of way. I have always had a thing for work boots. That’s kinda of what got me hot thinking about it because then I was able to spin up a quick porno in my head. But in reality, he seemed more embarrassed that anything else. It never occured to me he looked in the stall because he was into guys or cruising or something.
There was also speculation as to what he thought he was seeing. When I related this to Drew, he wondered what search term he’d Google to find out. Someone also suggested that maybe he thought it was a medical device and that’s kind of what I always thought someone would think who wasn’t a pervert like you and me. Something I picked up in the war.
Maybe I’ll see him in the halls or bathroom again. I kind of think I won’t even recognize him if I do. But who knows. And who knows if his internet sleuthing won’t plant some kind of seed in him. Maybe, in a weird way, this will end up being a good thing for the dude.
“Oh, hold on,” I said and turned away from her in bed moments after she allowed me to take off the chastity device.
“What?” she asked.
“Just a sec…” as I reached for my phone.
“Oh. Data collection. I see.”
January, of course, means a new year which means all the numbers go back to zero. Last year, I counted only hours in each device plus how many times I came (more or less, I lost track). This year, I’m tracking the devices plus…
How many times she comes
How she came (fingers, vibrator, oral, penis, etc.)
How many times I am allowed inside her
How many times I ejaculate
How many times I orgasm
How I orgasm (though there’s really only one option there)
I was locked up, according to the time tracker, roughly 98.5% of January (733.3 hours). Nearly three-quarters of that time was in the Steelheart with the remainder pretty even split between the Halfshell and a newcomer (ahem) from Steelwerks called the Schandmaske. I’ll be writing up more about that device in the future.
January was the fifth month where I was locked up north of 90% of the time and the fourth in a row where I was I was contained nearly 100% of the time. This is, of course, “the new normal” turning into just “the normal.” Most of the time I was out was when I travelled for work. Belle was away for about half the month travelling, as well, so the excess time I was out for the TSA was balanced by her not being around to let me out for sex.
Belle came seven times in January. Had she been home, that number would have been higher, though she did get herself off a few times while she was gone. Four of her orgasms were from my fingers, one was from her vibrator, and two were when she was on her own (probably the vibrator again, but I count solo orgasms sepreate from any she has with me).
I had no orgasms in January.
I was allowed to fuck her four times and each time I ejacualted rather quickly.
I did not masturbate in January.
Belle will be travelling quite a bit again in February. She has a weekend in Mexico with some friends then she’s off to Paris for work and to possibly see England (the man, not the country) and who knows what. I’m not travelling as far as I know so there’s little reason to believe February will provide any reasons for me to be unlocked even as much 1.5-2% of the time.