On Chastity

    Roughly every two or so years, I have the inclination to retry chastity. I think that is roughly how long it takes for me to forget about how much I absolutely hated it the last time I tried. Seriously, every time I had ever tried chastity it was just miserable. I had no problem with the not-cumming aspect of it all, but everything else about wearing a cock cage is JUST intolerable. The bulkiness, the discomfort, the downright pain: NO THANK YOU. So right on schedule, about two and a half years after my last run-in with the wretched machinations of the CB 3000, I was suddenly curious to have my cock locked (though to be honest I do have a slight ulterior motive). Knowing a Dom from the NYBC had wanted to lock me up in the past, I asked if he would keep me locked up for a 24 hour trial period.

To prove that I was worthy and more ready to obey His command, I underwent a week long series of obedience training; basic orders and commands to be followed and preformed daily. After proving myself more obedient and well-trained than I had in the past, He agreed to lock me up last night after work. I arrived at 8pm and he locked me in this little number: http://www.mr-s-leather.com/CB310/stainless-steel-chastity-cock-cage.html?id=YGacrTya. By this time, I had already edged myself without cumming for about a day. Between my cum-denial, obedience training, AND desire for my cock to be locked; I was desperately horny.

With this attitude, I was very excited to wear and test out the device. On the street I was surprised to find it was not only comfortable, but also fairly covert and unnoticeable. Unlike my previous experiences with chastity, I could really see myself wearing it for a while. I wore it to the bondage club where I was happy to wait on BLL contributor Sente. He tied me up several times and showed me off in my locked-cock state. Having my cock locked during play was a rather interesting experience. For the first time EVER possibly, I was truly unconcerned with my own pleasure. Knowing I couldn't cum, and that my dick was incapable of feeling any stimulation, it made it clear that the importance was on the man I was with. It was literally like my dick was non-existent. It's hard to really explain unless you have been in that situation, but it made me feel submissive and subservient in a way I had not quite experienced through any other method.

However, it was at the club that I started to experience the first drawbacks of the device. Every time I tried to piss, the trajectory of my urine would miss the hole in the device and end up filling the tube with piss. After a few seconds, it would start pouring out of the back of the device and all over my crotch. It was mostly just a mild nuisance. However, that night when I got home and got piss all over my jeans, I realized what a problem it could be. On one hand, yes: being forced to accidentally piss your pants a bit is hot and VERY humiliating. But in terms of the practicality of wearing this device long term, not being able to piss without getting it everywhere is simply unacceptable.

As the night wore on, and I started to get exhausted (I had worked 20 hours in 2 days and gotten about 10 hours of sleep combined), the pissing problem REALLY started annoying me. In that moment, I cheated and slipped my dick out of the tube to piss without problems. I then stuffed it back in the tube, but everything started hurting. The skin under my balls was getting raw and irritated, and frankly I was just getting bothered by the whole situation. Still, I went to bed and just resigned to deal with it. At 5am I woke to my balls tingling and pinching. I was so frustrated that I just tried cheating and taking the whole thing off. Which is when I REALLY hurt my balls trying to tug them through the cockring. Realizing I couldn't get it off, and just wanting to get some sleep made me FURIOUS. I texted the Dom to let him know I wanted it off first thing in the morning. After a while, I managed to cool off and fall back asleep.

When I woke up, I was still pretty over the whole situation, and quite ready to get the cage off. The Dom said I could come over at 2 and so I went about my day till then. However, something had happened last night in my 5am panic. I had realized how helpless I was. I really was LOCKED in and had NO POWER AT ALL to free myself. My dick and my body was truly under the control of one Man. The more I let this sink in, the more intoxicated with my helplessness I became. I got some lube and reset everything as best I could so it would be as comfortable as it had been the other night (in my 5am panic the night before, EVERYTHING had fallen out of place and was terribly uncomfortable and cumbersome). And then I texted the Dom...and BEGGED him to keep me 24 hours as we initially agreed. I thanked him profusely for locking me up; grovelling and giving in to my total submission. I realized I had become dickless, and in that realization I gave in completely to being under a Man's power.

I spent a full 24 hours in chastity. And while it had it's ups and downs, I am very grateful for the experience. We ended up discussing the pissing problem and figured out what went wrong exactly. Now, I can't wait to be locked up again for even longer.

Punishment

If you're looking for the first installment of Ben's instructional series on bondage techniques, I'm afraid you are going to have to wait until the weekend.  Why, you ask?   He hasn't yet taken the photos or video he needs to illustrate the step-by-instructions he is going to provide.  You may recall that in his latest blog post, Ben announced that the first tutorial would be up on Wednesday.  But he has, in his own words, "wasted a lot of time dicking around" lately when he should have been working on the blog.  To his credit, he recognized that his failure to maintain a suitable level of self discipline deserved to be punished.  Ben and I have been chatting about such issues since this summer, when I posted some suggestions here to help him maintain a regular blogging schedule.  We have worked out a system whereby I punish him if he misses deadlines on the blog, or if he more generally feels that he has not been properly focusing on his responsibilities.   So instead of a bondage tutorial, today we'll have a description of the punishment I provided for him on Monday morning.

I had Ben gather  one of his roommate's damp used gym socks, a tube sock of his own, some rope, and a small pile of clothespins, and then initiate a video chat with me.  Our past chats have taken place with Ben in his bedroom, but this time he requested permission to stay in his living room, which he reported was colder and so more uncomfortable for him than his own room.  As the chat connected, I saw that he was kneeling submissively wearing sweatpants but no shirt.  I had him stand and strip off the pants and his briefs, and then use the rope to tie his cock and balls tightly.  I then instructed him to gag himself with his roommate's sock, and tie it in place with the other sock.  Then, on my orders, he placed three clothespins on each of his nipples, and two more along each side of his stomach.  He only had one clothespin left, and so I had him place it on the underside of his cock.  This elicited his first real reaction of the session, as he flinched and groaned with the pain of the clip biting into his bound dick.

I then had him place his hands behind his head and spread his legs widely.  The stance he first entered wasn't wide enough, so I had him spread his legs out another step.  He knew from our earlier correspondence arranging this session that his punishment would keep him like that for 20 minutes.  It took fewer than 5 of those minutes before I could see him begin to shift his weight around to relieve some of the stress on his legs, but he knew better than to actually move his feet.  He also seemed to be shivering at times, perhaps from the combination of the chill setting into him and the throbbing pain of the clothespins.  Once I felt his discomfort had become sufficiently pronounced, I reminded him of why he was being punished, and he moaned in shame and pain.  

I watched as he stood stoically trying to hold the position, despite swaying and shifting as his legs continued to fatigue.  And throughout his cock twitched periodically despite, or more likely because of, his suffering.  As the end of his punishment time approached, I had him lower his hands and begin removing the clothespins.  He gasped and groaned into his gag as the blood rushed back into the spot on his dick that had been clamped.  The clothespins on his sides brought a similar but less pronounced response, as did the ones on his nipples.  Finally, I ordered him to pinch and twist his now very sensitive nipples.  He hesitated a moment, but I urged him on and he did as told.  The pain caused him to yell through the gag and to curl his body inwards as though to protect his chest.  But he continued twisting until I told him he could stop.  I let him stand a few moments with his hands behind his back as he calmed down and relaxed from his protective posture.  Finally I had him untie his cock and balls, kneel back down before the camera, and lastly remove his gag.  

When I asked him how he felt, he took a moment to gather his thoughts and control his breathing, and replied "Disciplined."

I believe that he was, and I'm hoping that we see a steady flow of his tutorial posts from here out, so we can avoid having to repeat the exercise.

-Sente