Happy LOCK-tober, everyone! A Metalbond reader has just shared this information, posted today at the BBC News website, about hackers locking ALL wearers of the Cellmate chastity device!
Read below, or click the screen shot below to be taken to the complete article:
Thanks to Metalbond reader Ted for sharing this!
Welcome to LOCKtober 2020. Are you participating? If so, what is the riskiest thing you have ever done with your keys?
Something tells me the guy pictured above might have done something risky with his keys, like mail them across the country, with no idea when he will get them back!
I was going through some old emails recently, and I came across these pictures that chastity blogger Drew sent me, which are of fellow chastity blogger Thumper:
See more from these guys at their sites, The Drew Duality and Denying Thumper
By Taurus
Teddy Bear in a Toy Box
The other day, Master told me he’d invited someone over to play for a week. I asked him about it, but he never disclosed any more information than the fact that he was a male sub.
…I think I already know that Master is gay.
In all seriousness though, I felt really happy for him. Master has been trapped with me for a long time. Even though he says he loves me all the time, I’m sure at some point he gets burnt out and needs some space.
When the visitor arrived, Master led me in my best outfit to the door to meet him. I wore the beefiest shackles with the heaviest chains and the biggest plug I could keep in my ass. He put a leather harness on me, something which he saves for special occasions. Even my hair got the same special treatment. Master went to town on my beard and chest hair with a hairbrush to fluff it up.
And here I was, restrained in as much bondage as I could be in while still being able to move around, and with a beard like a dark brown cloud. I adore this look, and if we’re receiving guests I might as well show up at my best – in Master’s design. I was missing nipple clamps maybe, but that could make my chest look cluttered, so I’ll pass. For the last touch, Master fastened on a small red ball gag, pulled very tightly to put a dent in my beard. The red ball sank into my mouth, giving a contrasting but complimentary dash of colour to my dark brown hair.
By Taurus
Teddy Bear Wants a Snack
Alec is a good slave. This is NOT up for debate.
When I give him orders, he follows them flawlessly. Regardless of what I do to him, he seems to be able to take it in stride.
When we have down time together, he naps, cradled in my arms. The time displayed on the clock no longer provides context to my life; minutes, hours, days lose meaning.
Moments aggregate in stealth and clump into a whole afternoon. My heart melts to goo, and my body feels like floating. Before I know it, I mirror his smile on my face, and scratch his irresistible beard in bliss.
Then he laughs gently, and I stop thinking. Whatever work I set out to do, however crucial, then becomes inconsequential.
The Master (Duncan Ku) summons Caged Jock to meet him for an interview in the men’s Spa. The first and only important question is, “Are you willing to bow down to me?” Once that is established the deal is sealed with a hot submissive fuck in the bathhouse area of the spa. Caged Jock kneels, opens his mouth and gladly sucks down the Master’s relentless cock. Then he spreads his butt open as the Master licks his cock, nutsack and smooth crack. But instead of inducing Caged Jock to offer his ass as token of his total obedience, the Master strips off his business shirt and requires the new inductee to slam his cock into Duncan himself.
On all fours with butt perched high, the Master sighs with anticipation as Caged Jock eats his quivering hole. “Yeah, fuckin’ tight!” he groans as the cruel boss responds “Ohh, fuck it deep!” Plowing in raw with a generous spurt of lube, Caged Jock drills balls deep into the Master’s tight ass. Duncan’s powerful thighs tense, every vein and muscle in stark relief as he spreads his legs for the final deep drive. Caged Jock pulls out just in time to splatter his sticky load over the Master’s heavy nuts and uncut tool. Obedience proved, Caged Jock gets the job.
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By rts
Is anyone out there able to help me? I am stuck here, all my clothing has been taken and I have been left wearing this tight rubber catsuit which I can’t remove, as the entry zipper which runs from the top of the attached hood down my back and thru my crotch can’t be un-zipped past the posture collar that is locked around my neck nor past the thick rubber corset which is also locked around my waist.
I have been trapped in this suit for two days now and the tight rubber has become very uncomfortable and rank with my sweat (fortunately I can at least un-zip my crotch to relieve myself all though I am wearing a locked steel chastity belt shaped to fit around my waist under the catsuit ) I have been living on bread and water and liquid protein which I can just slowly work into my mouth through the small mouth opening in the hood, the stiff posture collar and tight heavy corset make my movements painful and breathing labored.
The attached gloves and rubber boots squish with the accumulated sweat. there is nothing in this room I can use to cut off this suit and it would be impossible to cut thru the thick collar and corset anyway. “He” warned me not to damage the suit in such an attempt or he would never unlock the chastity belt. Leaving me here in this small room two days ago “He” left thru the unlocked door. (“Where would you go dressed like that and without any money, it’s miles back to your place,” He laughed, “you would probably get the crap beat out of you by the local street punks before you got to the end of the block, and if that happened and your suit got damaged you can forget about ever getting out of that chastity belt, boi.”)
By GratDelay
It was crazy what we were doing. Why? Adin was clearly devastated, just as I had been the day before. But this was his second time, and I knew in my heart that I would do it again if I got the chance. Even knowing that while it was happening, I would know, again, beyond any doubt, that I had made a terrible mistake. Even before Adin showed up with his improbable drug, I had spent a lot mental energy on figuring out ways to make that unbearable feeling last. I had told Adin that this drug was too much, way too much, because the need outweighed the pleasure; but at this point I was wondering how many doses were in the canister, if I’d ever get my hands on it again, and if Adin or someone would administer the rites, as it were.
I said ‘Adin or someone’, but I meant Adin. I had received his message loud and clear, I thought, about our relationship; but this was something else. We now shared a bond of a different sort. It really was a rite, a rite of passage, that we two, and no one else, had survived. I had called it a near-religious experience, but now I was taking the notion more seriously. I knew, for instance, that if I ever did find someone I cared about as deeply as I did Adin, that I would want him to share this rite with me, with us.
Adin had quieted down. “Fuck me.” he said. He said it in the tone that meant jeez I’m over-wrought .
“So, would you say stimulation adds a little something to the overall experience? You should be taking notes, you know. For science.”
