"Be careful what you wish for".... Never have these words had more truth for poor Robin. When we started this blog, we figured it would be a great way, not only to tell the world about the wonderful places we've found, and things we've seen, but also a nice way of scoring some freebies to review from various naughty businesses. Within days of sending our our press release we had received tickets to fetish clubs and even a pile of naughty books, however the arrival of a curious box made the whole experiment a lot more real for us both. The words Chastity Device brings up images of fair maidens locked away in castles whilst their knights in shining armour do battle against dragons. This it seems however is no longer the case. Launched with the CB2000 and following through to the newest CB6000 male chastity has been undergoing somewhat of a renaissance in modern fetish circles. In fact, various fantasy chastity story sites and even tease and denial captioned picture sites have built up into seemingly quite a scene, we even bumped into a poor "cock locked" (as Fanny so charmingly calls it) man at the last Torture Garden that we went to. Robin has a rather submissive streak, and so all it took was a few words from a rather stern looking Fanny, before we were trying out this latest toy. All in the name of research for you our discerning readers... | ||
Oh my, when Fanny uttered the words "I think we should try out that new toy this week" I thought my heart would stop beating. Asking me to ceremonially strip in front of her and then place the device on before she locked it, she looked me deep in the eyes and asked if I was sure I was up to it. I nodded and then 'click' she shut the lock on my cock for a week, eek! What followed was a week of restless nights (who'd have thought I have SO many nocturnal erections), awkward toilet experiences (keeping the device clean was quite a chore) but mostly a week of utter submissive heaven. Fanny quickly slipped into the role of Mistress Fanny and before long I was making her bed, rubbing her back, licking her boots clean, and even pleasuring her to penis crushing, mind warping, insane frustration causing orgasm. We did learn that playing games like this is much more intense than a regular evening play session. That when real life gets in the way of kink, stress levels can rise, and that communication is key. The effects of the device wasn't so much about the physical grip on my cock (although I was always well aware of its presence), but much more about the relationship between us. All it took was a look, a flick of her hair, or a stern word and Fanny could send my hormones rushing. By day 5 I hit my limit, sitting at work, I suddenly felt like I was coming up on drugs. My cock swelled up to the cruel walls of the device and my head started spinning with the horniest thoughts. My hands were shaking and I honestly couldn't think straight. Fanny however was stern (and loving) as ever "there is no way that device is coming off before the weekend". God I love her. When she finally did let me out, I had an orgasm like I used to when I was 15. Truly shocking and quite earth moving. It was a great experiment, amazing to see how easily I can be controlled by withholding my release, and I certainly realised by day 5 that it was as much a punishment as a game. I very much enjoyed it, but at the same time, I'm very happy to have my cock back in my control. 5 quivering aching desperately needed releases out of 5. |
"Why would any man want to do such a thing to himself???" I thought when we received this 'chastity device' which I promptly renamed as a 'cock lock". I'm a rather open minded little bunny but THIS had never really occurred to me. To be honest, I was pretty concerned at first that placing such restrictions on ones member could cause long term damage (and it is obviously in my best interest for this not to happen), but after a little online research, we were assured that it was all perfectly harmless. Perusing the internet also led me discover the community of people who regularly use such toys in their relationships. So after some deliberations, I suggested or probably more fittingly, requested that we try it out. It is a pretty interesting experiment to see a man, particularly your own highly virile specimen, practically sans-phallus. I was quite surprised, though, how rather than erasing the sexual pulse of the relationship, it actually magnified it, adding an erotic edge to every part. I quickly accelerated from a reluctant dom into full princess-mode with Robin encased in this device. My every whim and fancy had to be fulfilled and even the simplest kiss would leave him in a pleading puddle on the floor. After a tentative first day or two, I was relishing the experience of seeing my partner from a different perspective. This is definitely a toy that both parties have to be in the right head-space for, with clear time frames and boundaries set prior to lock down. Of course, it wasn't long before I too was looking forward to using the key that I carried with me all week. Apart from the obvious ways in which I felt deprived of the repressed appendage, I also missed the person I was in love with in every sense but, oh my, what a delight when they were returned to me! This was definitely a new experience for me, and one which I now welcome. And, just having it in our toy box, is always such a great threat for a lady of my calibre to have in her leverage. I give the CB6000 5 jingling keys out of 5. | |
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