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The chastity predicament of Rbbrstorage

Check out the pictures and information that Rbbrstorage recently sent:

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Hi Metal:

I hope things are going well for you. I thought you might appreciate an update on something that you played a significant role in inspiring (and feel free to use this on your site if you want):

I have now spent just over eight months in chastity, enforced by my boyfriend. Nearly all of it has been spent in a CB-6000s with a slightly modified KSD-G3 add-on to prevent pullout, and no extra spacers (which means a tight fit for the smallest of the devices). We tried the Birdlocked early on, but I turned out to have an allergic reaction to the material it’s made from. I’ve gotten surprisingly used to it, and am usually not even aware of it. My cock seems to have adjusted. It doesn’t struggle so much in the middle of the night to get hard, and my boyfriend is convinced that it’s actually shrunk in size (he likes the pic, below, showing the size comparison).

 

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I’d love to claim that it has never come off, but real life interferes with chastity on occasion, and it has been removed for things like doctor’s appointments and the occasional abrasion that needs time to heal. I’m not sure how anyone could do chastity without breaks for things like doctor’s appointments, but am curious if others have managed to make that work. Even with these breaks, I’ve probably spent 90% of my time with the device locked in place over the past 8 1/2 months.

I thought some of your readers who are into chastity might appreciate a few tips on making long-term wear possible. Here’s what I’ve learned from my experience:

A balance of lubrication and cleanliness is important. Some sites say to keep everything dry, but that led to abrasions whenever my cock would try to grow, which meant having to remove the device to let it heal. I clean inside with soap on a Q-tip while in the shower every morning, and then apply vegetable oil with a Q-tip so that it can move comfortably without chafing. So far, that has worked great and hasn’t caused me any problems.

The right underwear is key. The first few weeks were painful because I was wearing boxers. I’ve learned that I have to wear something like a jockstrap that completely covers my balls inside the pouch to avoid pinching and chafing.

Shaving around the ring helps a lot, since otherwise the hairs can catch in the device and cause little painful moments.

Getting the ring size right makes a huge difference, since a ring that is just a size too small can cause a lot of pain in the middle of the night when the cock is trying to expand. If it hurts enough to wake you up at 4 a.m., the ring is probably too small.

How does it feel? Well, I have to admit it’s a turn-on. I like the feeling of being that controlled, and I guess humiliated, though it’s something that stays between the two of us (well, except for when he walked me around the last Anvil party in a sleepsack with legs, with the cb-6000s sticking out). My BF is actually very generous with the orgasms, about twice a week. He seems to enjoy edging me. And, there are studies that show a higher risk of prostate cancer for men who don’t come quite regularly, so … he’s very nice to me about that. But, of course, the cage comes off right before he edges me, and goes on right after. I have to be in bondage to come, and I have to have his cum inside me first. So, I guess I have to earn it. Just picture me in my leather sleepsack, hooded and gagged, sometimes with a couple tens patches on my ass, maybe a plug in there, with a Fun brand vibrating masturbator over my cock – an awesome machine – being edged for up to an hour before coming. Lots of fun.

Yes, the bondage/cum inside me rules make it a lot hotter for me. I found early on in the process that if we went many days without feeling sexual, the chastity device lost any feeling of sexual turn-on for me, and just become this hunk of plastic that was getting in the way and that I would start to resent. But we quickly got past that, and the device is an integral part of our sex life. I think my BF really likes that I don’t even get to see my cock get hard when he lets me cum. I can just imagine it through the hood. And I have to admit that I really like that, too.

Anyway, thanks for inspiring my journey into chastity a few years back, and keep it up with the great site.

— Rbbrstorage

 

Metal would like to thank Rbbrstorage and his boyfriend for sharing the information above and the pictures.

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Iron belt

Check out the email I got from a friend of mine (posted here with the permission of both the participants):

 

Hey, Metal –

I wanted to tell you about an experience I had last weekend while visiting my friend Yossie.  As you know, he is a blacksmith and metalworker, and likes making his own Irons which he enjoys riveting onto his prisoners.

He has been talking about making me an Iron Belt for some time; something he can use to fasten me into my cell (as if it was really needed. Total Bondage Overkill!)

Anyway, he took me to his workshop and fitted a flexible copper tubing around my waist which took on the basic shape; he was able to remove it while holding the shape of my waist.  He then placed it on a piece of paper on the floor and traced around it.  Now, the paper had a template for my waist.

Next, Yossie cut two strips of metal from one long piece of strapping.  He then used a special metal bending device to mold it into shape.  It took a long time, and many tries always checking against the template, but eventually he had bent the strips into halves of an infernal Iron Belt fitted totally to my body!

Then came the welding of the hinge.  Pop! – Hissss! He fired up his torch, and fused a hinge into one end of the Belt.  Next, he welded on some tabs which will eventually hold two rivets.  Then he drilled the holes in the tabs.  After cooling the whole thing down, he tried it on me for size.  It fit – well, like it was MADE for me!  He secured it with a padlock (rivets are for more long term) and I wore it the rest of the afternoon.

 

Fucking HOT if you ask me! I hope next time you get the rivets and stay in it for days or weeks!

Hanging Out at MIR 2010

By Shast

I’d helped out in previous years and this year I’d volunteered to spend three afternoons helping with Demos in the Vendor Mart at MIR. It’s a fairly spontaneous area with an array of interesting equipment.

During Setup the organizer John commented about hanging me up and letting me scream for a while. Amused I largely shrugged. A bit later I was talking with the rather smoking hot DJ about breath control.

A while later John brings out this rubber bondage suit with a dual set of respiration tubes. It has an air intake that goes into the rubber cock sheath. It’s also got an output that goes out to a T and has two breather bags off it.

metalbondnyc_shast_00Going over into a less public area I stripped down and lubed up a bit and started putting the suit on. I a bit sheepishly came out to John and confessed I’d lost my erection. He was like no problem and had the suit on me in a jiffy. A briefly lubed caress on my member and a harsh cock ring and I was in the outfit. He made some comment about too much hair while zipping the hood on which was rather hot and a bit ominous at the same time. I moved over a bit as his direction and he started with assistance to put on the Mr. S. leather harness over the rubber. The breathing intake through the cock sheath was gently caressing my balls as the blow bag above it would inflate and deflate as I breathed in an out. This with the tight rubber made it hard for me to resist playing with myself. The air smelled strongly of both ball sweat and rubber and was quite exciting until my brain started tuning it out.

Some firm instruction(s) to bend my knees and spread my legs and after several strap tightenings I was snug as a bug in the harness. The hoist being lost in UPS it was improvisation time and I slowly climbed a later looking through the slightly fogged eye pieces in the tight hood. After buckling the harness into the suspension chains they gently pushed me backwards off the ladder and I was free floating.

metalbondnyc_shast_01It’s a weird feeling to be totally encased in tight restrictive rubber and yet free floating at the same time. I could move around my arms and legs without any issues but felt every bit the helpless anonymous rubber gimp. This was enhanced a bit as they clipped my legs together and then clipped my arms to the neck collar. After some fun spinning around and trying to see if I could kick people I was grabbed by my dick and pulled into place. After some fiddling they attached an electro cock ring around my balls and starting hooking it up the Eros Tek unit.

After a few misses suddenly my balls felt like they were being swarmed by a ton of ants. They set it up at 65 and let me stew in my own juices. I could tune it out without moving around too much for awhile but then it would spark up and make me squirm. That said the mode it was in would periodically shock me but it was predictable and I could eventually deal with it.

I tend to giggle and laugh a bit as a reaction to pain. The more pain the more I tend to laugh and I eventually even start to cackle like the joker. Someone came by and crank up the voltage a bit, my balls now felt like they were being sliced off. Needless to say I got quite loud. People couldn’t really hear me unless you were close through all of the rubber and breaking stuff but I was cackling quite loudly. Breathing heavily made the dual bags on the breather output to pump up, erotic they kinda looked like balls. I started thrashing around and was putting on quite a demo show.

metalbondnyc_shast_02Around an hour and a half I was laughing and cackling to the point I was starting to hyper ventilate. A bit of focus calmed me down a bit. Did you know if you can clearly visualize what it’s like breathing into a paper bag it has the same effect as if you were actually doing it? I was also able to non-verbally communicate with John and they unplugged the electro and gave me a break for a bit. Woo hoo. One of the cooler more surreal aspects of being the rubber gimp is that no one really knew who I was. Here I was hanging out in the middle of the vendor market in one of the kinkier positions I’ve ever been in and most people had no idea it was me. People who were doing setup even were wondering where I was and who the hanging “victim” was never connecting the two.

Another friend came over have heard me cackle (dead give away to people who knew me) and played with the electro box changing the settings. I was getting nervous and trying to pantomime to him not to turn it on. After it being briefly on he got the message and left the box where it was.

This wasn’t too bad and I breathed a sigh of relief but it was getting sweaty and I was a bit dehydrated at 2 hours in. Unfortunately this didn’t stop someone else from coming along and turning on the eros tech again.

This time it was at max on setting #2 (around 200). It not only felt like my balls where being deep fried but it would also cause my legs to twitch a bit involuntarily. To aggravate things the unit was on random mode so I’d get a shock every 20 seconds or so but in a random interval so I wasn’t able to anticipate as much.

metalbondnyc_shast_03My world rapidly focused down onto me taking deep breathes and cackling out the pain while thrashing around. Several people including the woofy DJ were enjoying the show and yanked on my legs at bit while having some amusingly banter with me. I had to focus and take the electro (and the jibes) and just let go and be there in the moment. It wasn’t the erotic energy it had been earlier but it was transcendent in it’s own right. John came back to check on me (note I was NEVER left un attended and had repeatedly gestured to people I was fine) and got my signal that I would like the electro turned down / off.

With a beautifully diabolical smile he’s like oh now we’re taking video so we’ll just turn things up. This got the reaction he wanted and the video didn’t take long (more of a mind game that making my situation worse) at around 2:30 hours hanging in the air I was given a break and the electro was disconnected (much to my relief).

The plan had been to keep me up there longer. And I put on a decent show a bit and spun around a bit without trying to kick anyone (at least seriously ) .

At about 2:45 I suddenly dropped two inches as one of the two primary straps on the harness broke on me. After a minutes panic I determined I was fine and signaled people to get me down.

Getting down to earth was kinda a weird feeling as I made a big squish touching the ground. I could feel the sweat pooling in the suit all the way up to my crotch. Getting the mask off was like a breathe of fresh air and I was suddenly dizzy and hard to stand.

After cooling down a bit I waddled to the bathroom to get out of the suit. Trying to not make a mess I managed to get out of the suite without making too big of a mess and poured the suit into the sink. Much to my shock the sink overflowed onto the floor. Staring down at the mess on the floor I just sat there starting at it.

Time to hydrate!

 

Copyright © 2010 by Shast, shast@deathstar.org (may be distributed in its original form ONLY)

Email from an anonymous blog reader about a neck chain and padlock

A blog reader who wishes to remain anonymous sent the following email to me:

 

Dear Metal,

when i was in design school, we had this shop and a faculty member ran it that was all about big tools and cutting things – whatever.  so i met this master online and i was young and thinking i was going to be his slave for life and so when i finally met him he did offer to put his collar on me and i accepted thinking it would change my life and I’d be his forever.  so i had this huge chain on my neck with a padlock.  he left then when the weekend was over and he lived out-of-state from me and i forget when we were going to meet again (plan was for me to move to him after school, hahaha in like years). anyways, my life didn’t fill with sparks with the collar on and i figured it actually wasn’t what i wanted.  so i did tell him and he did say he was going to mail me the key.  anyways, like 2 weeks went by and i just got scared and no key came and so i actually went to the wood shop and told the faculty guy that i “lost” the key and would he please find some way to get that thing off of me. hahahhahahahaha.

his grin was so huge.  he was the cheshire cat in alice in wonderland.  he didn’t say much.  he just grinned.  damn, i should have checked his pants for tentage but i wasn’t thinking like that at the time but now that i think of it, he was so enjoying me chained up.  but he yelled for his student assistant to hold the chain away from my neck while he grabbed this massive chain cutter and snapped my chain off like an icicle. hahahahhahahahahahhaa.

it was funny.  i just said thank you so much and went on my freedom way. hahahahahhahaha.

the key showed up like a week later.

 

Thanks, anonymous blog reader, for sharing this story!