Update from chastity slave Jockstrap: ‘I’m finding it a lot more difficult and challenging than I expected’

By my count, the Metalbond site’s virtual chastity slave — Jockstrap — has been belted for 18 days now. He sent the pictures and information below, and he wants to know what I think. I think he should stay locked up. Don’t you guys agree?

See Jockstrap’s update, below:

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Hey Metal,

Here are some more pics. The drill is that I’m usually caned and strapped after the belt has come off for cleaning (I’m not allowed to touch my dick during this) — those white tramlines develop over a few hours and get very red and swollen. The current rule is I’m getting the combined scores of the English, Welsh and Scottish rugby teams in the Six Nations tournament — that’s a lot.

OK, to the belt. To be honest, I’m finding it a lot more difficult and challenging than I expected. The fit is still fine and pretty bearable, though you do have to adjust your movements (especially bending down and getting up) and toilet breaks take time — you cannot skimp on these. I’d definitely underestimated the sheer frustration, though. I leak a lot, and sleeping has been very interrupted, as I get really horny in the night. The tube is big enough for my dick to get semi hard in there, but too solid for even the slightest interaction. It’s a very pure form of torture. Plus the constant creaking and clanking of my rig doesn’t help — the extreme waist compression caused by the double layer of locked belts only adds to the unsatisfied horniness. I have been really angry (mainly with myself for getting into this predicament) and also I’ve experienced what I can only describe as semi panic attacks, where I literally pull at the belt and drive myself into a hyperventilating mess of despair.

It’s a real ordeal, and I’m coping by trying only to think a day at a time so far.

What’s the verdict from your end?

— Jockstrap saddle

 

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Master in the Chair

By FirefighterSir

One hand darted across the keyboard, tapping out orders as fast as the fingers could find the buttons. The slave waited for the instructions to appear on the screen but already knew what was to happen. Some of the items were already jumbled on the floor around the base of the chair.

The typing stopped, the Master was breathing heavily, staring at the slave.

Justin got down on his knees and began rummaging through the items on the floor, and then opened a box next to the chair. Inside were many black leather restraints. Justin glanced up at the tablet to make sure he was pulling the right items. He strapped the wrist restraints on, the leather collar around his neck with the slave dog tags. He pulled out a leather ball stretcher strap and sat back in front of the Master’s chair spreading his legs. The Master’s fingers tapped at the keyboard:

“Punch your balls.”

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