Thursday, October 29, 2009

The Comfort Zone

Today marks the two week anniversary of my purchase of the CB6000. The first day, simply putting on the CB6000 caused physiological excitement. That first night, believe it or not, I even ejaculated while locked in the CB6000. I almost gave up on the concept of chastity devices right then and there.

I experimented with ring sizes. I experiments with spacer sizes. I finally have settled upon the second to largest ring and the second to shortest spacer. I understand that the chastity device may stretch out the skin and, if that happens, I will be trying to move down one more ring size. Right now, however, the next smaller ring size seems to cut off circulation enough that the skin begins to turn reddish within a half-hour. I know, I know...too much information, but some people have asked by email so I thought I would throw it out there.

The first few times I wore the CB6000, I used no lubrication at all. I found that when I shrank, I would disappear into the shaft portion of the cage. With no lubricant, I had difficulty while locked moving into a position for urination. This problem could be rectified somewhat with a Q-tip cotton swap or the like but it also led to some slight discomfort.

Later in the first week, I obtained some personal lubricant and applied the lubricant to the head and shaft, which allowed movement within the cage during the course of the day. I found, however, that too much movement was allowed. I actually could very easily stimulate myself within the cage due to the ease with which I was able to slide within the cage. Because the amount of movement, in my mind, somewhat defeated the purpose of the chastity device, I stopped using the lubricant.

Near the end of the week, I dropped from the largest ring to the next smaller ring. The first hour or so in the smaller ring was fine but soon after that I began to experience a burning sensation in small regions of the scrotum where the ring was located. After poking around on the internet, I learned that the burning sensation was caused by overlaps in the skin that are not able to move freely. The solution, I learned, was skin lotion. I picked up some cocoa butter skin cream, which is the same stuff that my wife used during pregnancy to help avoid stretch marks, and have been using it ever since. While I have a very minor burning sensation from time to time, I can adjust under the ring and the sensation is alleviated.

I wear the chastity device from the time I am ready to leave the house in the morning until I return home late at night; usually I am locked for about 12 to 14 hours a day. This schedule affords me time to air out and allows my body to relax over night from any effects of the chastity device.

After the first 12 hour day, I could smell a distinct stale urine smell so I attempted to wash the chastity device with soap. While this decreased the smell to some degree, it didn't resolve it completely. I looked around and stumbled onto Wet-Ones. I now use Wet-Ones as soon as I remove the device. Wet-Ones or another antibacterial wipe seems to kill the bacteria that cause the odors. I wipe out the chastity device, allow it to dry and then follow up with soap and water. The chastity device has absolutely no smell the next morning. It is fresh and ready for a new day of protecting me from myself.

During the course of the day, I carry a small syringe from the drug store that I use to rinse with water after each trip to the restroom. I have found that the rinses have keep down the smell of urine that otherwise was building up over the course of the day. Yes, it is a bit awkward carrying a small syringe and a cup of water everywhere but, hey, it works and this isn't about avoiding awkwardness, now is it?

Finally, I also discovered within a couple of days the magic of the sock technique of fitting. For those that have not discovered this technique, you basically install the rings and just before sliding on the cage, you pass the closed toe end of a sheer calf-length stocking through the slit at the end of the cage. You then pass the open end over the head of your penis and begin sliding the cage into place. As the cage is moving toward the locking pins, you pull the penis head into the cage by pulling on the sock. Finally, when you are fully in the cage, the sock will slide off of the penis head and out of the cage. You now can comfortably lock the cage into position. After doing this just once, I found it so much easier than trying to cram myself into the CB6000 that I have used it ever since.

This week, the chastity device has become almost normal feeling. I don't notice it the way I did during the first few days or even during the first week. My desires to satisfy myself have dropped off dramatically. My wife and I are getting along much better than before I started wearing the chastity device. I am noticing smells and sights that I guess did not register with me before. A beautifully dressed woman catches my eye much more easily. The other day, a mom dropping her young children at school walked by me and I could smell her perfume. It smelled like Liz Claiborne, a scent I knew from my high school and college days. Things definitely are changing and I believe that they are changing for the better.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Wait - My Key is In There!

Picture yourself working in front of your computer on an upper story of a multistory business building. You are intently focused on the task at hand - aided by the chastity device tightly wrapped around your intimate parts. All of a sudden, the fire alarm begins sounding. You know this happens once or twice a year and you have to evacuate the building for ten to twenty minutes and then you return back to your computer and resume the tasks you were embroiled in prior to the interruption.

With the fire alarm sounding, you go to the window and peer outside. No smoke. That's a good thing. No fire trucks yet either. Wait, typically when there is a fire drill, the fire marshal is present and he drives a small red SUV. You don't see the SUV either. Could this be the real thing or is it just another drill?

You begin descending the stairs. One floor, two floors, three floors...then it occurs to you, your key to your chastity device is tucked away for safe keeping somewhere in your office. You know that you can no longer go back to your office; your floor has been cleared and everyone is headed down the stairs with you. You just begin praying that the fire alarm is only a drill...and thankfully it was.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Chastity Movies

I was browsing to see what was out there relating to chastity devices, and maybe a CB6000. The following video caught my attention. Simply amazing!

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The Steady Drizzle

Today, after two more days in lockdown, I noticed that I can generate a fairly consistent dripping of precum. While it feels like I have small spurts of urine flowing at times, it actually is precum - long and stringy strands of precum. I find the precum flows depending upon either the position of the ring or the movement of the ring. Tonight, while teasing and denying in lock up, rather copious amounts of precum were generated.

This brings me to an interesting crossover between blogs. I am starting a feminization blog as well because that also has been an interest for about as long as I can remember. I was wearing panties while undergoing the tease and denial session. The panties are shown below.

The CB6000 points the tip of the penis downward and features a long slit at the end. This enables leaking precum to seep downward and outward. The leaking precum the forms a wetspot in my panties at or about the cotton gusset. So I was wondering if I should be purchasing pantyliners. The wetspot does seem to increase the humiliation and feminizing effect as well.

Purchasing the CB6000 made me nervous. Purchasing panties was significantly worse. I can't imagine how nervous I would be shopping and purchasing a box of pantyliners.


Thursday, October 22, 2009

An Amazing First Night

My Wife has yet to learn of my self-imposed imprisonment in my chastity device during the day. Because the CB-6000 is very effective at limiting self-releases, my attention has been focused more upon my Wife and helping out around the house. She has not requested any of this. I am doing it to improve our sexual relationship as well as our emotional relationship.

In the evening, I immediately head for the bathroom where I can remove my chastity device and clean up prior to settling down for the evening. Once everything has been cleaned and stored away for the next day, I return to the kitchen, laundry room or whatever area needs attention and help out around the house.
After helping out, I then let Her unwind alone in Her bedroom and I relax in the family room.

I am not sure if the male body puts forth signals or what, but my Wife who rarely is sexually inclined recently has thrown Herself at me for the past two days. Actually, once Her monthly "guest" left, it has been nonstop and She even threw herself at me once while the "guest" was still in town.

Anyway, last night She kissed me deeply while I was putting away some dishes. After the dishes were in the dishwasher, I relaxed for a bit on the couch until She emerged from the bedroom and lay on top of me. She kissed me deeply again and I took that as a sign that I should retire from the couch and go upstairs. As soon as I crawled into bed, She turned Her television off and began to turn me on.

While I have had some minor performance issues in the past, likely from a hyperactive fantasy life and a hyperactive masturbation schedule, last night there were no issues. I spent several moments caressing Her back and Her neck and then I began to work around to the front. Reaching the front, I gave both of Her breasts as much attention as She desired and then began sliding downward.

While I could post more, I think the point has been made and I wonder if my self-imposed chastity somehow is making me more desirable to Her. What a wonderful start to sliding into chastity this has been.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Late Morning Quickee

Just a quick post regarding thoughts and feelings being experienced as I type. In the past, When under stress, I have seldomly gone more than a day or two without having at least one if not mulitple orgasms, whether by sex or by masturbation. I guess the endorphins help me cope with the pressures of life and work.

Now, having committed myself to a self-imposed chastity during the day and a wife-imposed chastity (aka she isn't interested in having sex very often) at night, when I am uncaged, longings deep down inside to orgasm have been bubbling to the top more and more frequently. I guess this is the effect I ultimately was seeking - I just didn't think it would be so strong after just over two days into my lock-up. Stay tuned to this channel for more in the days that come.


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

A Chastity Virgin

After exiting JT's Stockroom, my heart still pounding, I quickly glanced up and down the street to see who might be able to see what was in the black bag that I carried. I folded it over to reduce the size of the bag and placed it against my thigh as I hurried along to my waiting escape vehicle. Was that someone I knew that just drove by? Did they see me leaving the store with the bag? WHAT THE HECK AM I WORRIED ABOUT? I AM AN ADULT - RIGHT? Adults are allowed to buy things in adult stores.

I slid behind the wheel of my car, fired up the engine and drifted out into traffic. My mind began to wander. Why did I feed the meter enough money for an hour? What the heck was I thinking? I wizzed in and out of that store in less than 10 minutes. Where the heck was I now and where is the freeway?

I continued driving not quite yet knowing how to get where I was going. Once again, I fired up the GPS system and found directions to my hotel. My hotel - oh, yeah, I was going to my hotel when I made this much planned detour. Crap, and I'm going to be late for my lunch. Driving along, I fingered my newly acquired toy and thought about how it was going to feel and what impact, if any, it might have on my future.

I arrived at my hotel after my planned lunch was just about over but with plenty of time to check into my room and get settled prior to my afternoon meeting. I parked my car to the side of the valet area and wandered into the magnificent hotel lobby. I quickly located the registration desk and checked in. Key in one hand, directions to the self-park in the other hand, my heart again began to palpitate.

I jumped back into the car and wove my way through the roads around the enormous hotel. Bingo, a parking spot right by what looked to be an access door. I backed into the spot and placed the transmission in park. Before getting out of the car, I placed my CB-6000 into my briefcase and then proceeded to collect my things for the room.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Adventure Begins

After seeking out locations to purchase a CB6000 in Southern California, i finally found myself standing face to face with the door to JT's Stockroom. My heart pounded in my chest and I tried to control the shaking of my hands. I glanced up and down Sunset Bouldevard and then reached forward for the handle on the nondescript door with the simple "OPEN" sign indicating that the Stockroom was open for business.

Upon opening the door, I stepped into an environment different from any adult-novelty store that I had ever been too. This was NOT a novelty store - this place was designed for people that could never be satisfied by mere toys and inexpensive articles. There were racks of apparel fashioned from leather, latex and other materials. There were display cases with clips, whips, cuffs, and an assortment of items that I had no idea what they were or how to use them. The store also distinctly catered to the gay scene.

I circled the downstairs once looking for any chastity devices they might have. The gentleman behind the counter was finishing a transaction with another customer. As the customer began to leave the store, I was asked whether I needed any assistance. Voice cracking and words tumbling out, I replied that I was looking for a CB6000. The gentleman informed me that they were upstairs and that I could go upstairs to look around while he finished up down below.

Upon ascending the staircase, the wall of which was adorned with images of attractive men and women wearing various styles of fetish attire, I was greeted with a room full of very serious looking fetish items. Strap-ons and dildos could be found large enough that a small child could be delivered with ease through any orifice able to accommodate them. Electrical gadgets and items of various materials, some looking like medieval medical devices, were carefully laid out in various display cases.

After what seemed to be an eternity, but which was actually only a few moments, the salesman made it upstairs and presented me with a CB6000. I held it in my quivering hands and examined it. While larger than I had envisioned, it appeared to be very well made. I quietly said that I would take it and the salesman retrieved a new CB6000 from a cabinet, very much like a salesman from Tiffany's would be retrieving a new necklace from a cabinet after a selection is made by a customer.

Returning downstairs, I glanced at the women depicted in the pictures. Were any of these women someone that created the blog postings or websites that I have read over the years? One can only imagine. As we approached the counter, I knew I would have to find a way to place the money on the counter instead of handing the money to the saleman - my hands simply were shaking too much at this point.

As he rang up the purchase, I placed what I believed to be the amount due on the counter. I had calculated it and missed it by a dollar. As I handed him the dollar, he returned the change to my very noticeably trembling hand. I fumbled and dropped the coins. Scooping them up, I was ready to bolt for the door. As I turned to leave, the salesman asked me to wait. Wait, I thought. Wait for what? He explained that he was printing a receipt. After all of the time I had thought through and planned for this purchase, I surely would not need a receipt. Nevertheless, I waited for my receipt and then disappeared out the front door ready to face the new world that lay ahead.