Having recently had my junk encased in steel for the very first time, I found the process both hot and very intimidating thus leaving me with many stupid questions as the process evolved. Luckily, did you know there’s a blog for that?
Kidding aside, I am writing this less about me and my experience with it (there will be time for that later) and more as just a reminder that Thumper, through his website Denying Thumper, has answered just about every single question there is about chastity, fit, locked living, and more. I knew that and have read them all, but the other day just served as a reminder to me that I thought I would pass along.
For those not up to speed, Axel plans to keep me locked when I am not with him in that naked sex way or when I am with Thumper, well, also in that naked sex way (or any other time with Thumper too). But, being able to call Thumper my boyfriend, while something I consider myself lucky for on many levels, was particularly lucky in this realm because he’s one of the world’s experts of chastity, at least in my opinion. What that translates to, for me, was that I was able to hand him the measuring tape and my American Express and say “fix me up, boyfriend” and, after a series of measurements, some of which involved him touching me in places I am not sure he really needed to (however I did not complain) he got online and about nine weeks later I have my new Steelheart. It’s just like his except for an obvious exception.
Also, because of the way it was ordered, the device was shipped to him so he delivered it to me last Thursday when we saw each other (he remembered THAT but not my T-shirt – FYI. I’m telling Belle). When he left it, it sat in a box in my room where I almost didn’t want to look at it, but again, that’s for another time. So, when we were wrapping up the naked time Friday, I asked him to fit me in it, which, I could tell, excited and puzzled him a bit because I think this may have been the first time he was not looking down at a device as it went on. Anyway, as it began becoming part of me, I suddenly went stupid and forgot everything I have ever read on his blog.
I asked: “Is it supposed to hang like this?” to which he said “yes, have you not read me?”
I asked: “Wow, this is tight here, should it be? again, “uh huh, seriously, have you not read me?”
We continued on and as he confusingly turned the lock (he’s never twisted in the opposite direction), he said “See, you can’t feel anything, watch this” which was followed by what I would assume was the first for us both, a blowjob with me locked and him sucking a thick metal tube. In theory it felt amazing, however, I digress.
He asked that I stay locked until the airport (some hours later) so he’d be able to help me see how it felt, etc. During this time we lunched and played around the city, but again, I started with the questions:
I asked: “I have to pee, can I stand?” He condescendingly nodded and, when I arrived in the restroom I received a text that said “seriously, dude, have you not read a word I have said? – smiley face”
I asked: “Is it odd that I can’t really even tell it’s on?” He didn’t even have to talk as the expression told me that “I needed to re-read” and that I might be walking to the airport.
Anyway, this was just a reminder to the world that he has written this incredible work of advice, information and direction and those of us now part of the “club” need to remember to access it more often and send others to it. I have to admit that some of my questions I never would have asked if the expert wasn’t on his knees in front of me and I take a lot of this a lot lighter than many because I do have access to the expert, which, again, makes me a lucky man.