Quick updates

The Phillies/Giants game is coming on soon so I'll have to make this short. So far the super glued CB-6000 cock cage is holding up quite nicely. I haven't changed my routine at all, still wearing it every day, and it's been humming right along. I'm always worried that I'm going to sit down to pee only to find the cage halfway hanging off but it remains nice and tight.

I've been thinking more and more about possibly trying one of the Birdlock brand cock cages, especially one of the smaller, tighter fitting models. Being made of silicone they seem like they might be pretty comfortable to wear. If any one has any experience with them feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section. I'm going to do a little bit more research of my own over the next few days, but again, your thoughts and personal experiences are always welcome.

Now if you'll excuse me I've got some baseball to sneak in before I head off to bed...

Back in the CB-6000, but for how long?

Today is my first day back in my trusty, old CB-6000 after roughly a week or so of being confined with my older CB-2000. Instead of just tossing the old CB-6000 after one of the pin holes broke, I've finally gotten around to gluing it with some hard core super glue. I let it set for 24 hours and this morning I slipped it on for it's trial run.The verdict? Probably to early for a definitive answer but so far so good. It seems to be holding quite well and I think as long as I'm extra careful putting it on and taking it off it should hopefully have an extended life.

Eventually though it's only a matter of time before the repair fails or another part of the cage itself cracks. The plastic just isn't strong enough to survive the day to day rigors of wearing full time every day over a long period of time. Even before this recent crack, Miss H and I had already started talking about what we would if the CB-6000 broke. I personally like my current cage so I was torn between buying a new one or moving up to a more expensive and durable metal cage. Miss H is pretty open to whatever, as long as I can continue to wear it full time with out any major problems. 

Yesterday we took a day trip to New Hope, Pa so we could spend some much needed time together. It was a great day from start to finish, with wonderful weather, tons of cool stores to check out, and just the two of us having fun together. While we didn't pick New Hope specifically for this reason, visiting Le Chateau, was definitely a highlight. I've been there before but it's always nice to stop in and see what they have. For those unfamiliar with Le Chateau, it's a fetish wear/toy store that stocks everything from thigh high leather ballet boots to inflatable hoods and just about everything in between. They're far from cheap but the quality is very good and the service is wonderful.

While browsing the store we decided to check out their assortment of cock cages and weren't dissapointed, they had a number of different models and in talking to Miss H she seemed to prefer to metal version of the CB-3000 while I prefered the the ones that looked like a version of the "Gates of hell", with metal rings encircling and running down the length of the cock. I also liked metal tube type cages but Miss H wasn't a fan, she said she liked to see the cock and if it was hidden inside a sealed metal tube it didn't really do it for her. It was a discussion I'm sure we'll have again, but for now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that that this cage stays in working order for a little while longer.

Back to the CB-2000

I got home a couple of days ago, and having to pee pretty badly, went into the bathroom to sit down (it's much easier to pee in a cock cage when you sit, plus Miss H requires that I always sit to pee regardless of whether or not I have the cage on). While I was sitting there something didn't feel right, looking down between my legs I noticed the cage was hanging awkwardly ajar from it's usual tight position. One of the pin holes on the main ring had broken off and it was kind of just hanging there looking kind of sad. I was of course bummed out by the early demise of my CB-6000 and I'm sure Miss H wasn't going to be happy either. I txted her to let her know what had happened and while upset, she simply said to wear our much older CB-2000 in the mean time.

I wasn't to thrilled with going back to our old cage because after getting used to the style and comfort of the CB-6000, going to the earlier model was like going from a Lexus to a busted up old junker. The pins of the cage pointed in toward the body which leads to rubbing and aggravation, and the cage itself makes peeing an adventure every time as the bars make it difficult to line up your urethra. Miss H knew how much I didn't like the CB-2000 but said my dislike for it would provide good motivation to buy a new cage that was more comfortable.

I just got done trying to super glue the ring back together in hopes of saving myself the expense of a new CB-6000 so we'll have to see how that goes. I'm going to let it dry over night and give it a test try tomorrow after work. With any luck it will hold and I can go back to using it instead of this CB-2000 which I'm currently stuck in. If that doesn't work I'm not sure exactly what I'll do. Probably get another CB-6000 or maybe even the CB-6000s (shorter tube). I've thought about upgrading to a more serious, metal cage but I've got to talk that over with Miss H to see what she wants to do. 

Dinner fun

As far as kinks and fetishes go, I think I just about enjoy them all. Very few things are totally off the table for me except the biggies (kids, animals, etc). Some I don't really understand the attraction of, plushies and balloons for instance, but hey to each his/her own right? Food play is generally among those things I'm not big on, it just doesn't do it for me. Whipped cream on your lover, licking chocolate syrup off them, etc just seem so out of place in a sexual situation. To me it's like doing your taxes while fucking. I suppose you could do it, but why?

I bring up the whole food/sex thing because for some reason Miss H decided to be a bit devious the other night and do something a bit different. It was late, maybe 10pm or around then and we both decided to get a little late night snack. I chose a salad and in the process of making it I was suggesting in none to subtle ways that I was really horny and wanted to cum. Like a ninja she deftly deflected my advances as she seemed more focused on getting something to eat then paying any attention to me.

"It looks like you could use some dressing on that salad", she said with just a hint of evil in her voice. "I will, I've got some of that Newman's Parmesan Garlic left I'm going to finish off", I replied still oblivious to what she meant. "No, not that kind. Drop your pants", she said as she reached into the cabinet for a cup. Not finding the whole idea of "homeade" dressing a turn on I tried to weasel my way out of it but Miss H was having none of it. She placed the end of the cup near the tip of the cock and started furiously jerking me off. In a matter of seconds I was ready to cum and she quickly stopped, just in the nick of time to provide me with a ruined orgasm. The first attempt resulted in barely any cum so she resumed again and the second time I produced much more. The second ruined orgasm draining all of the cum from me.

"Now I'll be nice and let you mix the other salad dressing with yours", she laughed as she stood there waiting to see me pour the nasty concoction all over my salad. I did as I was told and we walked back to the bedroom together.

 

The salad itself wasn't as bad as I had imagined it would be, the problem was the constant glances and smiles from Miss H as I had to eat it in front of her. She found it endlessly amusing to make little jokes and putdowns while I quickly tried to finish up the salad and get the ordeal over with it.

Injured...again.

A combination of an absolutely shit-tastic week at work and a new injury have kept the kink on the back burner this week, much to my dismay. The work thing is just a matter of dealing with a bunch of crap that will hopefully soon get better. The injury was an accidental byproduct of a recent spur of the moment tease and denial session by Miss H. While still in my cage she started running her hands around my waist, slowly working her way down till she was kind of masturbating me, or more accurately, the plastic cage encompassing the cock that she controls. She was making me crazy as she tormented me with details of what she wanted to do to me in the near future.

It was uncomfortable and even painful as my erection struggled against the unmoving plastic. It felt like either I was going to explode or the cage would splinter into a hail of shrapnel as I tried to get hard inside of it. I don't know about other cock cages, but with my CB-6000 when I try to get hard it immediately starts to yank pretty hard on my balls as the bottom ring is pulled up by my growing attempt at an erection. Then once I'm about as hard as the cage allows me, it starts to act like a cock ring, keeping me semi hard as the blood flow out is restricted. The ball tug alone isn't enough to cause a major problem except for the fact that it always ends up messing with my scrotum piercing and sissy dog tag attached to it. Invariably the ring and tag end up getting twisted in some ridiculous contortion. This time, for the first time, the tag itself actually slightly cut me, opening up about a 1/2 cm cut which I didn't even really notice till the next day when I saw the scab.

Although the piercing itself didn't look to bad, I knew I had annoyed it in some manner because it hurt and was letting out some white, pus type stuff which it tends to do when I play to rough with it. To help it heal I was allowed out of the cage for a while until it got better. Today it's looking a lot better and I'll probably be back to the reassuring comfort of the cage in another day or so. Its hard to imagine missing wearing a cock cage and giving up control of your orgasms, but I do. I miss the feeling of not being in control, the excitement of waiting for Miss H to release me, and just the little rush of doing something kinky that none of my co-workers or anyone else realizes I'm doing.

Needle play

Over the past year or two there have been a lot of changes in my views of certain kinks. Things that I wasn't necessarily grossed out by but was at best neutral about have now come full circle. Diapers being a perfect example of that to just mention one. A lot of that has to do with realizing that emotions like fear and humiliation play a huge role in determining what really turns me on. Fear particularly provides a rush of adrenaline and sexual excitement that few things can match. Things that I normally don't associate with my regular kinks like catheter play or needles don't turn me on because of the feelings of pleasure they may provide, but by the emotional head fuck they bring.

I bought a small box of surgical needles on Amazon a few months ago on a total whim (odd thing to by impulsively, I realize) and they've been sitting in our closet unused ever since. Last night Miss H and I were in the mood to play so while I was getting together some toys that we could use I saw the box of needles and decided to grab one. It was a relatively small needle, a 25 guage, and about an inch long, but it looked menacing enough. I wasn't going to push it to much on Miss H, instead I just mentioned that I grabbed one and left it on the dresser by the bed.

One thing led to another and about an hour into things Miss H had me dressed, butt plug in ass, and laying on my back while she stroked the cock with her gloved hand. She didn't say much but I knew she was getting ready to use the needle. Having had my scrotum pierced a long time ago I'm familiar with a needle piercing me down there, but that was a quick push and it was done. This was going to be different. I tried to get all zen like by having slow, controlled breathing but I was still pretty nervous. I kept waiting for that huge stinging pain but I never really felt that.

To be perfectly honest, I suppose you can say I cheated a little bit because Miss H had previously applied the penis numbing gel to the cock so she could ride me (more on that in my next blog post) so I think when she was playing with my balls before using the needle it may have numbed up the area to a certain degree. That being said some combination of that and Miss H's expert technique made it virtually painless. In fact I was still laying there preparing for the worst when Miss H put her phone in front of my face and showed me the following pic.

 

The needle had been in for almost a full minute and I hadn't even noticed. I quickly sat up and looked down between my legs and was amazed at what I saw. Here I was with a needle stuck through my scrotum and it was just sitting there, no pain, no blood, nothing. 

 

After another minute or so she carefully removed it. I was expecting perhaps a little blood, but again there wasn't anything. Miss H seemed to enjoy the whole process as she mentioned how it it would be cool to see a bunch of needles in there instead of just the one the next time we do it. Then this evening she brought it up again, this time saying how she thought it would be cool to run rows of needles up each side then connect them with string to form a little mini corset type creation. 

I'm already looking forward to next time but now I'm a tad worried about how it will feel without any numbing stuff. Of course that only makes the anticipation that much more intense, and just makes me that much more horny when I think about it. I'm glad I still have 99 needles left in the box, wonder how long they'll last now though... 

 

Not exactly the reward I expected.

I had the day off from work today so last night was the first time in a while when I didn't have to go to bed kind of early. My job requires that I be up and rolling at an ungodly early hour so 11pm is usually bed time for me. We both intended on staying up a little later last night, initially because we were going to get into some kinky fun but when that did seem to be in the cards, just hanging out seemed like a good plan B. Well our chill out night quickly slipped back into some kink. The bottle of Everclear I opened for myself may have had some part in that too, but I digress.

Miss H gave the word to get dressed and it only took a hot minute before I was in stockings, platforms, and a short little dress. She then told me to run into the other room and get two rubber gloves, a bottle of penis numbing gel, my inflatable sex doll, and two condoms. Wasn't really sure what she had in mind but after being locked up for days without the slightest bit of attention being paid to the cock, I was desperate for anything, whether it was a plastic pussy or the real thing. I placed the doll across the bottom of the bed and gave her the rest of the supplies. She took the gel, squirted some into her gloved hand and began stroking me. I was writhing in pleasure, thrilled that she was finally touching me again. I felt a slight tingle from the cream but was still enjoying myself even though I could tell it was starting to work somewhat.

Miss H then slipped on the first condom, the feel of it rolling down my shaft making me groan with sheer joy. Then she unrolled the second one down the quivering cock before her. I was rock hard and out of my mind horny but I tried to remain still. I knew that if I tried to touch her or move she would get pissed and stop. I sat there frozen as I watched her squirt a big load of lube into the blow up dolls pussy. "You have one minute to fuck that doll as hard as you want. You're free to cum if you want and I don't mean a ruined orgasm either. You can have a full blown orgasm in it if you can. Your time starts now", she calmly explained to me.

I was shocked at how nice I thought she was being so I ended up mumbling something like "a real orgasm?". "Yes, but you better hurry up, you've already wasted some of your time", she replied. Like a hungry cheetah going after a wounded gazelle, I pounced on the doll immediately and furiously began fucking it for all I was worth. Miss H just sat back and watched with a smirk on her face as I attacked that plastic hole like a mad man in heat. Between the multiple condoms, the numbing gel, and the alcohol, it was hard to feel all that much so even though I normally can't last for more then maybe 20 seconds, here I was almost a full minute into it and wasn't even getting close. At one point I thought I might cum but I'm so used to holding back that I temporarily stopped just for a split second, but that was enough to break my momentum and the opportunity was lost.

"Time! Pull out now!", she yelled with a mix of amusement and disgust.

I did what I was told and pulled out. What I thought was her being nice was actually just cold blooded shit, for lack of a more precise term. When she told me I could fuck the doll till I came, my biggest concern I thought was going to be managing the post orgasm let down, but instead it turned out to be the frustration of physically not being able to do something I was given free reign to do. I know I must have sounded like a hurt little puppy when I pulled out because I was begging and pleading, whining and almost crying I was so horny and desperate for relief. "Aw, poor baby", she said sarcastically, "would you like another two minutes?". My eyes lit up and I pleaded for the opportunity even though I figured she was just toying with me and would soon say no.

"Ok, why not", was her reply. "Thank you Mistress", I blurted out before reentering the slick plastic folds of the doll. I pumped into it over and over again, sure that I would finally be able to feel the release I so desperately desired. Harder and harder I fucked it, grabbing her fake tits and like an animal slamming into it nonstop, occasionally looking over at Miss H while she just sat there with a look of utter disdain on her face.

"Done!", she shouted as I pulled out even more frustrated then before.

I had now gone three entire minutes without cumming which may not seem like much to most people, but was absolutely herculean for me. I rolled over to Miss H hoping that perhaps she would be in the mood to maybe touch me herself but she quickly put an end to that idea. "No, I don't think so", she dismissed me with her hand, pushing me away. "You can get into a diaper now, I'm done with you for the night".  Not exactly what I wanted to hear but I did what I was told.

I soon returned and laid up against her after removing the condoms and diapering. I tried dry humping her leg a bit, hoping she might at least let me do that for a few minutes as a reward for being so compliant tonight. After a few seconds of rubbing against her outer thigh she leaned over and in a quite voice gently spoke, "how'd you like to cum in that diaper?". "Yes Mistress, I would love a ruined orgasm", I eagerly replied. "Not a ruined, a real one", was her response. It was almost to good to be true. I dry humped her leg from inside my thickly padded diaper while she verbally degraded me, calling me every humiliating name she could think off. It took a little while but eventually I felt an orgasm rising up and went for it. I could feel the I was cumming but the orgasm itself was very, very weak. I must have had so much numbing gel still on me that although I technically came I could barely feel it. I fell asleep soon afterwards, my cum filled diaper and lingerie making me feel so warm and content inside.