Anyone know what I mean?
On a more technical chastity note - I recently made two minor adjustments to the way I wear the cage too. First, I am using a lot less lube. As I've gotten used to it more and more, the lack of motion that no lube brings actually seems to help in the long run. I typically lotion myself before bed and in the morning, but I am using a minimum of lube now. Secondly, I got a small polyurethane ring that's about 1" wide and I put that over the top of the cage. It helps when I'm moving around a lot, or if I'm getting really excited, since otherwise I find that the top of my glands either rub or push through the top bars of the cage and cause irritation. Wearing that for trips where I know I'm going to be walking a lot has helped a good bit too. After a couple of trips, I trimmed down the underside of it so it's only about 1/3" wide - that prevents it from pushing the underside lock against me as well. Always trying to build a better
One thing for sure, this contract we have with Lady Regina is definitely a mind trip. It's an awesome one, but man oh man... what a ride. One of the terms is that anytime I go to the dungeon for any purpose I have to be locked. Well, I am going there tomorrow afternoon to help a bit, so even if I get out tonight, I'm back in tomorrow. A little break, even just one night really helps a lot. If only so I can shave all the bits.
Last night at Command Performance was super intense. Lady Regina really worked me over. My nipples, well I don't think they'll ever be the same! My butt is all shades of black and blue, and my ego is a little too, after one of the scenes; but my pervy heart is singing.
It seems that I really crave feeling disciplined... pushed, directed, controlled. It's such a different mind space than just partaking in a corporal scene. The physical sensations are the same, but the mindset is totally different. And it sure was intense realizing just how beating my ass was when she leaned forward and pressed against me and every little buckle and clasp of her corset and harness were poking and prodding and piercing.
And then to be sent home, beaten and bruised and locked for another night. Only to know that I'm going to return to the dungeon and be locked again no matter what in 36 hours.
One of the Mistresses at CP introduced me to her friend as "the new house slave" and I paused for a moment... I hadn't thought of myself that way. I don't know if I am, I guess I need to figure that out a bit, before I get abducted by a gang of beautiful dominant women ;)
What a life...
Oh, and that's the best I can do with a new boots pic for you pervs... since my wife's got our camera ;)
One other little side impact of being in chastity this much... I can't go down to the courthouse to renew my vehicle tag. Well, unless I'm up for an awkward conversation after setting off the metal detector. BTW, thats a topic there that I'll be broaching on the blog soon, but that's for another day.