Blah, blah, blah

I haven’t written much, mainly because I don’t have much to write about. I’ve just been feeling blah lately. I don’t feel sad, or depressed at all. I fact, I’m pretty happy overall. I have been extremely busy work wise, which may explain a lot of it, but otherwise I just seem to be in

Feels Like the First Time

I’ve been essentially permanently locked for over 1500 days (yes, that’s a little over 4 years if you’re not inclined to do math). And yet, it’s as thrilling today as the first time a cage was placed on my cock some 25 years ago. You would think that by now it would be old hat,

Conundrums

The two weeks I spent locked down tight in the Schandemask has got me a little bewildered. Let me explain. I’m still sorting out the feelings I’m having, so I apologize if I ramble. Those two weeks of (relative) suffering brought me back to an earlier time in my chastity adventure. Back to before werks.

Gone But Not Forgotten

As mentioned in my last post, I no longer have a cock. I have an owned appendage encased in titanium that I use to piss with. I’m not allowed to come unless it’s from other areas of my body being stimulated , and always caged. My former cock will never be unlocked, will never be

Just an Appendage

I was in the middle of writing a post when @thumpermn put up a tweet which, as usual, said what I was trying to say better in a couple of sentences than I was saying in a couple of paragraphs. Damn rabbit. Thumper (being away from Belle) said “I could jack off, but I don’t.

A Funny Thing Happened…

Not that long ago I was rather unceremoniously dumped, via text, by a Dom days before we were going to see each other. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing that has happened, but in a way, it has been one of the best things that has happened to me in a while. Out of that

The Switch is Back

While I have been primarily focusing on my submissive side, I have always had a Dominant streak, which I thought was in deep hibernation. I used to describe myself as a Dom with a submissive side, then a switch, and recently primarily a submissive, because that is where my headspace is and needs to be.

Foster Care

After last week’s unbelievable turn of events, I’ve been amazingly lucky to have had an outpouring of support from friends, new and old. I can’t express how grateful I am and how much love I feel. I’m not feeling great about myself, but I’m working on it. I don’t mean only emotionally, though there have

And Just Like That

I’m not talking about the Sex and the City reboot (for fuck’s sake, just call 911 Carrie), but rather the turn of events that happened last week. I think I have whiplash. Never in my life has something changed so radically in 24 hours. In fact, it happened 24 hours after my last post. I

Feels like the First Time

I was awake for several hours the other night. Trip was sleeping soundly next to me. My cage was incredibly tight, my horniness level was at 11, and I found my hand mindlessly stroking the titanium dick in a fruitless effort to relive the feelings of pleasure my pre-locked self so easily could. It wasn’t