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

Krakatoa

I’ve really been enjoying co-hosting the Chastity Chat Twitter space with @thumpermn (other than I realize my voice is far less Barry White and far more eerily close to The Nanny when I hear the recording). We’ve discussed a number of topics and the insights of some of the participants always makes me think more

A Means or an End?

Over on my second favorite blog, DenyingThumper, the rabbit has been stewing a bit lately about how locked men see their cages. He’s also been polling on Twitter, between posts about his now size 32 waist (skinny bitch). The results have been fascinating, though I admit that some of the possible “answers” didn’t really fit

The Orgy

It was Tripp’s birthday the other day. To celebrate, we had an orgy. I’d love to tell you about the roomful of hot, sweaty men all coming over everything, but it was an orgy of gluttony (didn’t expect that, did you?) It started out at lunch, where I went to the local megamart and got

Collar Time

Tripp and I have sex. It’s fairly vanilla (I mean, as much as having my cock in a metal tube can be considered vanilla) most of the time. There’s kissing and stroking and nipple play and usually some ball play, and maybe the wand, but nothing that either of us will have bruises from. When

Pity Cum

I came 8 times between January and November last year. Twice from the wand, twice while being fucked, and four times from having my balls beaten. All of my orgasms were caged, naturally. I think, being perfectly honest, coming from ball play is my favorite. It’s not the easiest way for me to come, but

A Little Bit of Normal

Tripp and I did something the other day we haven’t done in a year. We went out to eat. We have been really strict about our Covid protocols, and while we have certainly gotten take out, we haven’t gone anywhere where we sit around with other people. But since we are both 2 weeks post

Sorry I Haven’t Written

I haven’t posted in a while. Everything is fine (well, as fine as it can be given the state of the world). Things here have been hectic, but in a good way. I’ve been quite busy with work and associated things. I’ve come to truly loathe Zoom-style meetings, but have learned that you can pretty

Deeper Reflections

I think I’ve been inhabiting the submissive side of my sexuality for so long lately that I have neglected my whole being. As I look back, I have spent the better part of my post-pubescent life as a Top, and a smaller, yet eminently satisfying, part as a bottom. I’m using Top/bottom somewhat interchangeably with

La Petite Mort

In modern usage, this term has generally been interpreted to describe the post-orgasmic state of unconsciousness that some people have after having some sexual experiences. I’ve read about this and was familiar with the concept, but I’ve never experienced it, until this past week when Tripp gave me what is arguably the most intense orgasm