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February, by the numbers

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.

img_2790February 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!?

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Peep show

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.

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I looked up and there he was looking back down.
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.

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January Metrics

“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)

img_2167I 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.

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Close your eyes and don’t think of England

Today, Belle didn’t want to come. She already has the past few days and has a refractory period more like a man in that she hardly ever comes more than once in a day and two or three days in a row wipe her out for a while. So yeah, she didn’t want to come even though it’s the last time we’ll be together for two weeks since I’m flying for work today and she’s leaving for Asia tomorrow morning. When I get home, she’ll be gone.

Even so, she did want to feel the hard penis inside her so that meant taking the Steelheart off. As I unlocked it and took all the bits and pieces off, she told me to stay out until after I went through security at the airport which was, like, a whole six hours off. I haven’t been out of chastity for more than two hours since the beginning of October.

Anyway, it didn’t take the penis long to achieve the proper configurataion and she didn’t waste any time telling me to get at it. Naturally, I didn’t last long, but not for the typical reason.

See, TOG is back again. For newbies, it starts here and is continued if you search for “TOG.” Stands for “the other guy” and, short story, he was this guy who came on strong, ghosted her, came back, went away again, blah blah, then sort of dissipated. But he’s back again. And now I’ve decided to call him “England” because I never liked “TOG.” Guess where he’s from.

So anyway, yeah, he’s back and Belle knows he’s a flight risk and honestly doesn’t have any expectations as to what will happen in the future, but she’s going to Paris in February for work (yeah, tough life she’s got — Asia, Europe, NYC, etc.) and he’s right across the Channel and they’re supposedly going to see one another while she’s there. Have I mentioned he’s a flake? So who knows. He’ll either not show up, show up and chicken out, or show up and fuck her.

This time, though, he’s sent her a dick pic. That didn’t happen before. So at least she knows he’s not lying when he claims to have what she calls a “proper cock” — thick, 7.5″, etc. I don’t know if the picture had anything for scale in it (say, a packet of jammie dodgers  for example) mostly because she hasn’t shown me the picture. Yes, I do want to see it. Very much. And she knows I do. But I won’t ask because that seems a line I don’t want to cross verbally. And she is hesitant to show me, partly because she thinks if she does it’ll jinx things.

So when I was going at it this morning and trying to find a place to put myself so I could keep it up for a little bit, the giant mystery cock fluttered into my mind. Or, perhaps I should say it thudded heavily into my mind. Next thing I know, I’m thinking of being inside her and how England has said he wants to be there, too, with his giant dick to give her the fuck of her life, better than I could, etc. (yes, he said this), and that was that. It’s just too potent an image for me to be able to keep things together.

At first, I slowed and the nice noises she was making took a slight turn to disappointment. But somehow, that only made things worse. He wouldn’t need to slow down. He’d be able to keep going.

So I had to slam on the breaks. Squirt, squirt. Squirt. Squirrrrrt. Sqrt.

All done. No orgasm, but an ample ejaculation followed by the now-normal loss of the erection.

I’m sitting at E11 in MSP and waiting and thinking about how I won’t see her again for 14 days. I decided to wear the Halfshell on the trip mostly because it’s easier to deal with, but when I get back I’ll go into the Steelheart until she returns.

And now my work peeps are here. Time to go be an adult.

 

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The campfire rule

Good news is, the Steelheart didn’t wake me up as I expected last night. Bad news is, that’s because I barely slept. Yes, the Steelheart did wake me up from time to time between fitful periods of sleep, but it wasn’t due to discomfort as much as it was obvious to me I was wearing it again.

As I’ve said, that first orgasm after a long period of denial is pretty crappy (like the one from Saturday). The impact of coming following such a period of inactivity lands with a thudding implosion, not the sky full of fireworks you might expect. It’s the second one that lights up the night like the 4th of July. But I didn’t get a second one, did I? No I did not.

I’ve said before that long term denial isn’t like climbing an endless roller coaster incline into the sky, ever more horny and turned on until release. There’s a period in the first week or three when starting from zero where one can find themselves feeling that way, but once you get past that it’s more of a slow burn. I find it’s not so much that I’m ever more horny, just that I can get really turned on in the blink of an eye. Also that when I do get turned on, I get really turned on. But then it subsides into the background radiation of everyday horniness again.

It used to be, one shot and I’d lose all the effects of being denied. But that was then when I assume my body was still adjusting from pretty much always getting orgasmic release when it wanted it. As time went on and the periods of denial lengthened, things changed. Now that first time is not the reset it once was. But it does play a role.

Now it’s basically a set-up for the next time I come. Like dumping kerosene on a campfire, the intensity of my denial flares up and rages. If I come again in the days that follow, then it’s a near-total reset. The campfire burns itself out. But if I don’t come again, I’m a basket case of unrequited desire.

And that’s why I didn’t sleep last night. Being back in the Steelheart gave me just enough of a boost to make it so I couldn’t stop being turned on. Every movement in bed reminded me I was back in the heavier device. A persistent radioactive need nestled inside the hard steel and burned in my imagination. But I eventually did sleep. I don’t know how much, but it was after midnight before I got there and I kept waking up. I never got to the point where I was so asleep that the raging nocturnal erection happened because every time it started to plump up a bit the feeling woke me up again.

But yeah, I did sleep. I repeated my mantra and allowed myself to feel as I felt. I didn’t let it panic me. I let it happen and relaxed into it. I didn’t get good sleep, but I got some and the difference between a little crappy sleep and none at all is huge.

I suspect tonight will be more normal. Eventually, the kerosene will burn up and leave my denial campfire as it normally is. I can’t stay like this forever.

 

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Belle’s favorite

For the past several days I’ve found myself thinking more and more about the Steelheart. I had intended to wear the Halfshell for 1,000 hours minimum before even considering asking Belle to change it with another (so I could write a follow-up to its review), but had also somehow figured that wouldn’t happen until sometime in January. Imagine my surprise, then, when I discovered I’ve actually already worn it for over 1,300 hours. Once that figure was in my brain, I jonesed for the Steelheart like Augustus Gloop sucking on Wonka’s chocolate river.

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Hello again, beautiful.
I said something about my intention to ask to be put back into the Steelheart on Twitter and was asked why if the Halfshell was a better fit. It’s true, I think the Halfshell is a fantastic device. In many ways, superior to any other device I’ve worn. Very well fitted to me, so it’s fantastically comfortable. Not unlike the Steelheart, it’s totally secure. Plus, it’s quieter and makes a more natural-looking bulge under my clothes. If this were all about logic, the Halfshell would win every day of the week.

But, I’m not logical. In fact, the need to be in the Steelheart again is more emotional than sensible. For example, there’s a part of me that thinks the Halfshell is almost too easy to wear. It never gives me any reason to complain. Never pinches. Barely wakes me up. I don’t even need to lube the silly thing to wear it comfortably. Some guys will read that and line up for one, I get that. But I think there needs to be a certain level of physical discomfort with enforced chastity. Not the kind of torture that comes with a squared-off plastic A-ring or a tube filled with anti-erection spikes. But just enough to make you know you’re being kept. Truthfully, the Steelheart is probably a little too over that line (especially at 3:00 AM), but the Halfshell is clearly well before it.

There’s also the aesthetics. The Halfshell is ingenious, truly, but I find the clean, simple lines of the Steelheart to be far more attractive. I also very much appreciate how the Steelheart totally hides its contents. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how the Halfshell might be modified to make it enclose more of the penis and may communicate with Rigid about coming up with a cleaner, custom-designed device, but until then the Steelheart cannot be beat from an appearance standpoint, at least for me (and Belle, but I’m getting to her).

The next motivation is totally mental and distinctly personal. In a real and tangible way, I think of the Steelheart as being a part of me as much as and maybe a bit more than what it protects. I see the Steelheart and I see me (and not just in the reflection). I see the real me. Contained and controlled. Honestly, in those odd times the penis is free and I can look down and see it, it always kind of shocks me to find it like that. I never feel that way about seeing or feeling the Steelheart. The Halfshell never looked to me like something other than not the Steelheart, regardless of how much I admire it. I have an emotional connection to that hunk of steel unlike any other inatimate object save my wedding ring.

Last but certainly not least, the Steelheart is Belle’s favorite. By far. She allowed me to wear the Halfshell and never complained (maybe because it’s the one that looks most like the Steelheart of all I wear), but it wasn’t her preference. Only the Steelheart is. She’d rather see it than the penis. She feels it’s the real me as much as I do. And since she doesn’t have to wear it, the comfort issues aren’t as big a deal to her (within reason, of course — she doesn’t want me to suffer). I want her to have what she wants and I always knew while in the Halfshell that she would have rather had me in the Steelheart. That’s incredibly motivating to me.

So I’m back in it now (requisite photographic proof following the jump). Getting it on, I was reminded that the A-ring’s diameter is a millimeter or two smaller than my right testicle’s and that might not sound like a big deal, but believe me, it is. Since getting them through, I’ve had an on again, off again mild kicked-in-the-balls throb I assume is from the contents getting used to their previous, less forgiving home. I’ve also realized the Steelheart makes a noticeable clickity-clack as I walk around in sweats and no underwear. The Halfshell is totally silent in that circumstance. But whatever. I’m not looking for the least hassle and most comfort, as I said. And once the lock was turned and I was back in, I’ve felt a palpable energy emanating from my crotch. A sense of well-being seperate from the issues of comfort. It doesn’t fit as well, it makes a little more noise and is somewhat more noticeable, and will occasionally pinch…but it’s home.

And did I mention it was Belle’s favorite? Yes it is.

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Changing the playlist

Belle mixed it up the past few days. While getting her off, she told me to start fucking her. She hadn’t come yet, but I did as I was told and tried to focus on the fact that she needed and wanted to feel a real cock inside her before she came. Perhaps even to make her come, but that was unlikely. I lasted longer than usual lately but it still wasn’t more than five minutes, tops.

When the orgasm came rushing up out of the deep, I froze and shot my load without any climax. One thick load and another less so. But the penis did what it does now and started to droop. I went back to stroking her clit with my fingers, but she wanted something inside her. She reached into her nightstand and took out the lovely glass dildo I got her from Smitten Kitten. She used the ample lubrication of my seed to work it into her pussy and I sucked her tit and fingered her clit until she came hard and loud. I felt her pussy spasm and clamp against the glass toy over and over. We had the house to ourselves so she could make all the noise she likes to and, had it been summer, the neighbors would undoubtedly been woken up if they were not already.

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After, she was suprised at how much of the pretty dildo went inside her. It’s about 9.75″ long and only an inch and a half or so went unused. Of course, I went back into the Halfshell immediately (before even getting out of bed). I could tell she was happy with the outcome of the morning’s activities since she mentioned it several times over the course of the day. Not just that she really enjoyed herself, but also revelled in the mess of my ejeculation mixed with her juices.

This morning, she let the penis out again and, again, changed the playlist in the middle of our set. She climbed up on me and started to ride the hard penis with easy abandon. I did my usual bit of trying to stay as still as possible and thought hard about baseball. Like how the Dodgers are reportedly about to trade a hot young pitching prospect to the Twins in exchange for an established second baseman stud who they need for the position and hits right-handed pitching well which is also a weak spot and while I’ll miss the guy on the Dodgers at least I can go see him at Target Field, rinse, repeat ad infinitum.

But baseball can only get a guy so far and I’m no good at doing figures in my head and don’t know the Periodic Table by heart so the next thing I know she’s pushed me to the point of coming. I let her know through a mouth-full of nipple by making the “OK, I’m about to come” noise and putting my hand on her ass to suggest she slow down, but she didn’t. Not at all. If anything, she sped up. I resisted as much as I could and tried to clamp down on it but the lizard brain made a good point. She was obviously trying to make me come, so why not go along with it? Resisting an orgasm after such a long stretch would end up being physically painful anyway. So I started to fuck her back and got two and a half thrusts in before I shot and shot and shot. So much fucking come. We did not have the house to ourselves and I might have tried to keep it quiet if any part of my brain that tracks of such things was working, but it wasn’t.

Instead, it felt like a brick wrapped in red velvet slammed into the back of my head. Belle wouldn’t stop fucking me and the head of the penis was about to explode right off the end of the shaft with hyper-sensitivity and I was still shooting weakly so I felt another velvety brick impact my cranium. That and my stomach flipped over. This orgasm, about three months in the making, was making me feel physically ill.

I had to get Belle off of me because I felt so strange but the worst of the issues passed in a few moments. Then I was stupefied by the rare post-orgasmic hormones flooding my system. I could barely move. The penis shriveled up into almost nothing and Belle told me how much she enjoyed literally pulling that orgasm out of me.

I was such a wreck Belle told me I didn’t have to help her get off. I was in and out of consiousness as she get off with her little vibrator but woke up to hear her come because that’s my favorite part.

The Halfshell is back on, of course, and Belle’s told me it will be another long while until I come again. The craving for me to do so right now is pretty intense. It’s always the second one after a long period that both feels really good and blows away all the lingering denial byproducts. But that’s not in the offing. Not even on the horizon, apparently.

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22 seconds of glory

Among the other things that have changed around here since Belle has started to keep me locked up >95% of the time (99% so far this month) is the length of time I can fuck before I shoot my load.

Note, I’m not talking about orgasm. I’m talking about driving right up to it like Thelma and Louise going over the cliff yet jumping from the car James Kirk-style before reaching the point of no return. That was yesterday except it took me about 22 seconds (literally) from the time she guided the penis into her warm and inviting pussy until I was holding it stock-still and filling her up with my load.

Granted, I was worked up beforehand. I woke up two hours before she did and spent that time looking at porn and stopping the paper and the mail while we’re out of town for the holidays and looking at more porn. Plus a little Facebook and then more porn. Did I mention the porn? Anyway, by the time she gave me the key and I took the Halfshell off, the end was full of slippery leakage.

I kept my shit together enough not to bug her prior to getting her off with what she reported was a pretty sweet orgasm. The penis was merely chubby for most for the time I was working on her, but as she wound up for the climax it got about as hard as it can and, as she went over the falls, I pushed into her side and nearly felt like I came (or was about to) myself.

Patience at this point can be difficult. I know I’m going in otherwise I wouldn’t be unlocked so it’s a battle of internal wills (higher brain vs. lower) in the time following her climax and the moment she lets me mount her that’s probably not half as long as it seems.

In the past eleven weeks or so, I’ve been out for sex nine times. The average time out is about 40 minutes. In the past, I’d be out way longer than that. Maybe all weekend, but not anymore. Long way of saying, the penis is hypersensitive. In its protective metal shell it doesn’t feel anything. Of course, no playing with it in the shower or anything like that. Zero stimulation, not even the inside of my pants. Nothing. So, when the time comes, every millimeter of its shaft reports back what it feels like sliding into her. Sliding into the only place its allowed purely enjoyable sensation.

In those 22 seconds, I went from the breathless initial entrance to feeling pretty good about my stamina. Yeah, I thought, this isn’t so bad. I could keep this up for a while. Really give her her money’s wor-

ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck

STOP.

Squirt. Squirt, squirt.

Sigh.

And then the erection goes away. It just won’t stay up anymore after ejaculation. As if it’s forgotten what it’s there to do. I try to keep fucking her, but it’s no good. It just slides out, sticky and slick, and I curl into her. I no longer feel any intense frustration at that point like I would in the past. No slow burn of denial. Just a contentment with my status. Perhaps a bit of guilt I couldn’t give her more of what she wanted to feel. But it seems my itchy trigger is feature, not a bug.

I wait all week, sometimes two, for one chance to be inside her. All those hours for my 22 seconds of glory.

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Mailbag

It’s that time again. MOAR MAILBAG!!!

James jammed…

I can’t help but feel foolish asking comfort-related questions to a self-described masochist but I was wondering if you could help me pinpoint another issue regarding the Holy Trainer 2, or possibly even suggest a different device? (I recently took your advice from the HT2 review comments and bought a bigger ring).

I really like my HT2 because it’s lightweight and allows me to use a urinal but I’ve found that I just can’t sleep in it due to the pain caused by night-time erections. The metal device I got from Amazon is much more tolerable in that regard. Also, I find that the HT requires more reapplications of lube throughout the day.

On paper (or calculator), everything seems to match, size-wise. The metal device’s ring is 1.75 inch and the HT ring is 45MM. The metal device’s ring is a conventional circle shape rather than anatomical or oval, so I’m basically trying to determine if the discomfort being caused by the HT ring is due to its shape or because it’s plastic.

Based on your charts, it appears that you spend the vast majority of your time in metal. Does comfort play a role in that decision?

You mentioned that the Steelheart isn’t very secure for un-pierced guys. While I don’t really need Fort Knox level security, I also don’t want something that could allow the penis to slip out all by itself.

Does the Steelheart require un-pierced guys to use the ‘stocking method’?

Do you ever experience discomfort from the flesh of the penis tip getting pushed out of the urination hole of the Steelheart? I remember you mentioned a similar problem with the square opening on the Jail Bird but can’t remember if that ever happened with the Steelheart.

Thanks!

You know what they say (well, it’s me that says it), every penis is like a special little snowflake. It’s surprising to me a circular steel ring that’s essentially the same size as the HT2 ring would be more comfortable. I’m left wondering if it’s a tube size issue rather than a ring issue. If the metal device’s tube is larger than the HT2’s and your erect penis is thicker or otherwise larger than the standard distribution. Without seeing pictures and/or being able to measure myself and/or get more data, I’d guess that.

The Steelheart is less secure in that one can pull out the back without too much trouble, but if it’s sized reasonably well nothing’s going to slip out absent intent. The diameter of the Steelheart’s tube is customizable so if you get one very close to the diameter of your flaccid penis, you may be aided by the stocking method, but I doubt you’ll need it. The plastic devices have tubes that are more oval shaped and, as such, the stocking method helps get all the way in. Again, depending on how you order your Steelheart.

I have not had any issues with the penis coming out the end of the Steelheart, but the PA fixing and PA ring would stop that from happening for me. I have felt little bits of skin extruding from the Halfshell, but not in a  way that led to discomfort.

Good luck!

Chris commanded…

You’ve mentioned before about the Looker 2 that you wish there was someway to secure it via your PA piercing, Steelworxx does offer the Looker 3 which is made to be secured by PA. The only issue I personally see with it is that the PA lock is not hollow to facilitate urination which would make a mess, but that could be fixed by getting it made so the holes can fit a Prince’s Wand of the same gauge as your piercing. Thoughts on that?

You’ve also mentioned on the Looker 2 that going back to it takes about a day or two to get completely comfortable with the insert after returning to it after a period of using other devices, what do you think of wearing a urethral plug –

(like the one offered by Steelworxx: https://steelworxx.de/Penisplug-for-all-cb-s-50p.html
Or a pear drop penis plug that more closely resembles the Looker 2’s insert (though it does not have a thru hole): http://www.steelpleasures.co.uk/webshop/penis-urethra-plugs/pear-drop-plug/ )

– while using other devices to make that change less jarring? Could possibly also prevent urine from getting trapped in the Steelheart.

Lastly, what are your thoughts on full belts? There are ones like the T-3 or Neosteel that have a cage around the penis that’s very similar to the Steelheart, which I’m sure you’ll enjoy, along with the option to attatch toys to the back panel like the Rattler. There’s someone on chastity mansion who uses the T-3 with toys and says it’s great for long term wear ( https://chastitymansion.com/forums/index.php?search/3914117/ )

Thank you for your time.

Steelwerks makes hollow urethral inserts. I’m not sure if the other metal manufacturers have the ability to drill with such precision, but it’s worth asking. Yes, a Prince’s Wand at the right length and with some kind of locking mechanism would also do the trick. Again, the best implementation of this is the stuff Steekwerks is making.

That pear drop insert is pretty hot, but the little discomfort that comes from wearing the Looker 02 in the first few days (and the infrequency at which Belle lets me wear it) doesn’t make wearing an insert all the time necessary. Also, with the Halfshell, the PA is already occupied. If you switched back and forth a lot though, I could see the appeal of what you suggest if it could be made to work.

I’d really like to try a full belt sometime. Andy over at Ruffled Sheets has reviewed the Behind Barz belt and it’s fucking hot. That’s probably the one I’d try first, though my wish list of sexy things is already pretty long.

Reader nic noticed…

Buck_Pup on Fetlife said:

“One question about a problem I’ve had with this and the cb6k.. is there any way you’ve found to avoid the irritation when fabric brushes up against the tip that’s exposed at the end of the cage? ”

I’ve had this problem with chastity devices. I have a couple of solutions. One is to use a cheap condom rolled over the outside of the device and then cut off the end tip/reservoir. You can pee without mess. Another is to use a sleeve of tubigrip that will cover the device like a cloth condom. You can use this with an open or closed end.

Ugh. But OK.

Tommy trumpeted…

Was wondering about your kids, how much are they aware of your lifestyle (chastity mainly) I saw you posted they don’t know about BF, is that still true?

As far as I know, they’re totally in the dark about both our D/s and my extracurricular activities. I think they probably pick up on the subtle obvious ways I defer to Belle (like, for instance, how when there’s an odd number of us at the table, she sits at its head), but that’s about it. There have been a handful of incidental contacts made with odd hard lumps over the years, but they don’t seem to think about it (or, at least, say anything).

Another James jumped…

 I just wanted to thank you for steering me in the right direction to the holy trainer. I was once using the CB-6000, that is until it broke. Ever since then I have been looking for a new one but I realized I did not want another CB-6000 because it was very uncomfortable while wearing. You recommended getting the holy trainer and I have been hooked ever sense. I have only been wearing it for about two weeks now and I really like it. The first thing I like about it, it is really comfortable, so comfortable in fact I forget it’s even on. I also like the fact that it doesn’t slip out like the CB-6000. With the CB-6000 I had to wear and anti-slip device to keep my cock from sliding out, or from being pulled out by me. I hated them because it cut through the skin and I could not wear them. Not so with the holy trainer. Somehow it keeps me from pulling it out allowing me to do what I’m not supposed to be doing, and that is jacking off to porn. As you see I have a porn addiction, and this is the only thing that helps. I also like the fact that it doesn’t allow your cock to slip back. This makes it easier to go to the bathroom and you don’t get urine all over the inside of your device. The CB-6000 allowed your Dick to slide back a little so your urethra wasn’t up against the tip, causing urine to go all over the insides. this is great because you don’t have to clean as often. I also like the fact that the only trainer is very stealthy, hardly noticeable under clothing. I could keep going on about all the reasons why I love the holy trainer, there is so much I like about it. Don’t want to bore you so I’m leaving this at that. All I know is is if there are any people reading this post, go get one NOW! Do not get anything else.

Agreed that the Holy Trainer is superior, disagree that porn addition is a thing. But whatever works for you!

I have one more email that asked me about how Belle became involved and interested in keeping me locked up, but that’s a longer reply than would work well here so I’ll post about it separately. In the mean time, check out the older mailbag posts and, if you have a question or feedback, let me know. I might get back to you eventually!