About a month and a half ago my wife suggested I needed to wear the CB again.
Unfortunatelly some spare rings and spacers got lost while we moved to our new house last year. So we decided to buy a new one and go for the "improved" CB6000. But what a dissappointment. The cage broke in two halfs on the seams just one week after we got it. Luckily I was not wearing it at the moment as I just showered, don't want to think what damage would have been done had I been wearing it.
The dealer took it back and gave me a CB3000 in return, have been wearing it since then.
I am really sorry Scotland, you sent me some really nice messages, but my flipping bosses let me down and sent me to London instead.
I only got into London today and so far I am under-whelmed. Apart from a hell of a lot of road rage and over-flying aircraft I have not seen anything that remarkable. Having grown up in the countryside I cannot see what all the fuss is about, just another town that forgot to stop expanding and building on perfectly good farm land.
Can it really be four weeks since my last blog entry? Much as happened since then. First, the diet worked. I registered the loss of my fifteenth pound on day 61, just one day behind schedule. I am now a svelte 169 lbs. The overwhelming desire for sex worked perfectly to counterbalance and defeat the powerful urge to eat.
I also learned some other things along the way. First, what I would call "The Chastity Effect," that oft reported change that occurs in the chaste husband making him much more cooperative, helpful and attentive towards his wife, is real. I certainly felt it and my wife was often surprised, even astounded by it. I found that I couldn't do enough for her - I did laundry, made dinner, washed dishes, straightened up the house and did household repairs throughout the extended chastity time without prompting or direction from my wife; and I did it because I wanted to do it - I wanted to help her, to please her.
I have read of this effect in other marriages where male chastity is used, with the wife controlling whether, when and how sex happens, and it is always chalked up to the husband's desire to influence his wife to obtain sexual release at the earliest possible time. But in my case, my wife was never controlling the whether, when and how of sex. I was, at least indirectly, by my weight loss. If I lost the pound, we had sex. If I didn't, we didn't. Yet I felt the same urge to help her, to be more attentive towards her. I think I gave her more foot massages in the last six weeks than in the previous twenty years of our marriage. So, there is something else at work here; whether physical or psychological, there is definitely an effect that goes beyond the simple purchase of sexual favors with better, more cooperative behavior.
Before I get into my day with Tee, my day started with a neighbor. He's a firefighter and an ex-hotshot jumper for the forest service. He knows his way around trees. His issue was the 80-foot pine tree growing next to his driveway. He was going to cut it down and had clear-cut it half-way up its length. He needed help from two guys to hold the guide rope. I was one. That was coolest thing I ever saw, even cooler than this side of Shar's panties.
Our only instructions were to know which way we were going to run when it began to fall. That was easy. As the tree began to wiggle, we felt it in the rope. But when it fell? That was so cool. He put it EXACTLY where he wanted it. 2/3 the way into the street. He cut it up and the neighborhood had a good supply of firewood.
R showed up for his Saturday morning class - Networking Principles. He knows the subject. He demonstrated that. Finally, he bubbled, "That was the best date I've ever had with V where sex wasn't involved."
"Ran you through the ringer, huh?"
"I'll say. I can't wait to do it again." His face clouded and he said, "I just wish we had our own place."
Most of my sissies know what it feels like to have a big cock shoved deep into their pussy. The cock might not actually be attached to a man, but then again getting fucked by your mistresses cock can be just as humiliating and exciting if not 100 times more amazing. Most of my sissy sluts would only love the idea of having a real cock in their pussy or mouth if I was the one controlling the situation, if I was a true madam, taking their earnings for their sexual services. They love to feel like the real whores that they know they are. Anyway, back to my cock.. lol. I consider strap on play to be one of the most exciting points for me when used in sessions. I love feeling the control and power. I love the role reversal. It’s a rush to feel how un- natural it is. I was never meant to feel the power of fucking a bitch like I’m the man. Never meant to have the cock. I love taking the male power role and making the male the emasculated bitch. I love being the man in the situation. I love giving it rough, and using them, hearing them moan and making them squirt from my cock. Maybe I was a man in my past life..lol. I think that’s why I understand the need for role reversal with a lot of crossdressers, well some, I mean everyone really has so many different reasons, but the ones that really just like it because it’s kinky, weird, taboo and enjoy the reversal of roles. I understand those more on a personal level. When I was growing up, going through puberty, and discovering masturbation and developing an idea of sexual likes and dislikes, (as a lot of us start to develop our sexual behavior and even fetishes during this time) I would often find myself strongly fantasizing about what it felt like to have sex as a man. Not to be a man, but to have sex like one. The sensation, the power, What it was like to have a cock, everything. I wondered how it would feel to have sex with a woman as well. Which I of course eventually did and liked, and still like. But I honestly like being more rough and humiliating with my cock. It always seems to be more fun when using it on my sissy sluts .. and they like it too… Dont you? lol
Tee added to my adjustment problem by sucking me just short of orgasm before she got in the shower. Then she said, "Go put it on," and watched as I did. She giggled the whole time, too. I felt ashamed of myself for some reason. Then she locked it and said, "Find something to do that doesn't include me."
An hour or so later, she called out, "I'm leaving."
I was at the door before the echos died. She was dressed for me. A tight back jacket that showed the swell of her breasts, five inch heels, skirt cut at the knees and a kiss that had a lot of her in it. She even wrapped her left leg around my waist, not an easy thing to do in a tight skirt.
The post "Dude? Get Used To It" was posted in two parts. It is now complete. I apologize a friend got the Limewire virus and asked me to fix his computer. It's toast. He may as well toss it. Advice? Stay away from Limewire and any other ptp networking crap. Why? Because nothing is free.
Also, I am on jury duty beginning Monday, March 8 so I might not post anythig until my duty is done. Otherwise? The postings will at odd times of the day.
after making several devices and trying a cb 3000 i bought a device of a trader on alibaba.comand found it fantastic apart from stretching skin pains around scrotum am in the process of modifiying the belt to be more comfy and orgasm proff may incorperate locking anal shield etc
I woke early, peered blearily at the alarm clock and saw that I still had eleven minutes before it went off. I decided to do it. I rolled over to Tee and wrapped my arm around her waist - and was suprised when she took my left hand and put it on her left breast. She didn't have to say it. I started fondling. Then she moaned, giggled and said, "I could get used to this." When my hand wandered downward, she smacked it, giggled and said, "I'm not the slightest bit horny. Just fondle. I like the way your hand feels."
Cuddling 101, advanced course. That's how she would see it. Me? All I wanted was to rip off a piece and sleep for two hours.
The alarm went off and she sprang into her morning routine. She stretched, I watched and then she giggled. "I still don't know what you get out of it when I yawn like that."
For the past couple of months W/we've seemed to hit a period of inactivity, comments and overall a lack of continued interest in D/s. i wondered if this may mark a new milestone that could indicate the aging process has eliminated Her sex drive or Her interest in femdom as a whole.
Over the past several years, She had made it clear that She no longer desired intercourse (at least, not with me) because it caused Her real discomfort and pain. Since that last time (10-2-02), She has instituted rules and limitations that eliminated me receiving any oral satisfaction as well. About 3 and a half years ago She took me to a tattoo parlor and had my ass tattooed with Her initial and declared me to be a branded slave. It was understood that this marking meant that i could never again reclaim any sexual rights that a Real Man may take for granted from his wife.
At first i was thrilled at the prospect that She was truly becoming accustomed to the dominant role She had assumed. Her training included me providing Her with much oral satisfaction with no reciprical obligation whatsoever. She even had me licking Her favorite vibrator just to get a taste of what i was being denied. Any penetration by me was to be using only my tongue and anal worship by me had become Her favorite activity to put me in my proper place.
Tee woke early again on Tuesday morning. She yawned and stretched and I noticed. Still, she was upset that my edge was gone and had been since Sunday. Since I slept in the cage, I showered in it with her, too. It was fun because she had very exacting newfound standards of cleanliness. I washed, rinsed and washed her again at least three times before she considered herself clean. However, I noted that her sense of cleanliness and the state of my dick were closely allied. She wasn't clean until I was hard.
Her standards for dressing were just as exact. I knew that she didn't like it when I dressed her in the morning . It "distracted" her. Okay, a euphemism for becoming aroused. Well, when you want your husband as horny as sunrise, a little arousal is nothing. It took forty-five minutes and a lot of directed groping before she considered herself fit to be seen by the public. "No, fool, my bra doesn't fit. Do it again. No, fool, my panties. No, fool, my pantyhose. No, fool you still don't have my bra on right." If I wasn't a boob man before, I am now.
Before she left, she put my chin in her hand, turned my face from side-to-side, frowned and said, "Not yet. We still have to work on it."
I served Miss Jen yesterday and was given a few hours of being out of the chastity as a result. She wanted her ass worshipped so she laid on the bed, face down, and I spent over 45 minutes licking, sucking, and kissing her ass. It was wonderfully painful for me as her moans of pleasure caused me to TRY to harden, only to run into those damned spikes.
I asked her if she would allow me to remove the chastity during my service of her ass and she said, IF I do a good job, she may release me. As it was.. she was VERY pleased and after I brought her to an oral orgasm, she allowed me to remove the key from off her necklass and unlocked the PICO. The bruises have returned as the spikes dug in painfully during my service.
After four hours of being out.. I was sent to the shower to freshen up, shave, and prepare for my lock up of her toy. I shaved all the area she requires and after she inspected, I was once again locked in the PICO. Her toy was sensative as I was not allowed an orgasm during that freedom. Now, I am more frustrated than ever!
A day without the cage. Oh, cool. That hasn't happened in a while. Tee smiled at me when she woke, told me to throw off the covers and then she started sucking on me, checking my eyes and didn't stop until I was weird enough. "Perfect," she said at last as I had come as close to orgasm as I was going to get. "Say something," she said.
Miss Jen came to bed late last night, er, this morning. I woke at 3:00 with a raging nocturnal erection. It was probably the most painful todate as it was fully engorged and causing the PICO to extend from my body by about an inch.
ALL 25 spikes were embedded in me this morning to the point I had to get out of bed, walk around for give minutes to allow some of the blood to go out of the PICO before I could sit and slowly relieve myself in the bathroom.
Now.. two hours later, I have yet to get back to sleep and the spikes continue to dig in as her "toy" has not constricted back inside the device enough to cause some relief.
This morning, as I was putting my blog on this morning, a Master contacted me and asked me if he could see my PICO. I have learned to submit to any superior, so I sent him a few pictures of me, most of what everyone has seen on here (blushes).. but then, he asked if I were on Yahoo Messenger. I told him my screen name (MDsissy4use) and he contacted me there.
On contact.. he had me turn on my cam so he could see for himself if my PICO chastity was real. I submitted and stood to show him my panties (black lace) and chastity.
I was very humiliated that a man wanted to see me in chastity and panties. But, then.. I told him I needed to go as I hadn't had a chance to go to the bathroom yet this morning. My face burned red when he said, "get a clear glass, sissy". I asked what for and he said that I was going to have my morning juice. I was beyond shame.. as I begged not to. Only to have his reply: "DO IT NOW".
We slept in Saturday morning. R was coming over at noon for the first of his computer lessons. I was actually looking forward to it. Tee was looking forward to seeing V again. They liked each other.
First, however, I had to pass The Test. "You'll be a fumbling, bumbling old man by the time he gets here," she said just beofre she dived down onto Mr. Roundtree. Once she stopped, she looked at my eyes and said, "Perfect. I'm in them. There is no way you're coming." She jumped out of bed and said, "Shower, dress me and then do whatever you do when you can't masturbate."
Yeah, it was a good way to start my weekend. I was a fucking, blithering idiot by nine o'clock. "Just the way I want you," she said in the shower. It took an hour and a half to get her into a t-shirt, nice white bra, panties and Levi's. the Saturday Suit. I kept huigging her and she kepot giggling. "I like it when you dote on me," she said.