A Steelwerks Extreme Review

Yesterday I had the pleasure of spending the day with my friend, Chris, owner, designer, janitor, secretary, CFO, CEO, and, most importantly, artist in residence of Steelwerks Extreme in Montreal, Canada. Thanks to Mother Nature and the inability of Delta Airlines to be able to fly through “extreme wind” in New York, I then had the pleasure of spending an almost extra whole day with him too.

To be honest, Chris and I rapidly developed a friendship last year when I ordered my first custom hollow barbell and the relationship has continued to grow as my purchases have as well. It’s an unusual friendship for both of us as he generally is a shy, quiet “artist type” and I generally can’t be friends with anyone who won’t return an email within a week, but, somehow, like Felix and Oscar we bonded. He’s teaching me all about metal, latex and kinky people while I am teaching him about airplanes, time sheets, and my own brand of kinky people. He’s a good guy, a super friend, and, for the record, has a wife so charming, sweet, and, well, hot, that the tiny less than one percent of me that might have a straight gene took note. Just sayin’.

Anyway, this is not about Chris the man, as much as it is Chris the artist and I only stated the above to make sure my clear bias as to his business is stated and to basically say that I understand that my 48 hour all access pass to him, his family, and his business team is a rarity reserved for only a few. However, because of that, and with his permission, I decided to write this ad hoc review of Steelwerks as an “insiders glance” at how, what, and why things are the way they are. Specifically, these days with him showed me why he doesn’t return emails quickly, why every piece that comes out of there is different than the previous one, and, probably often the elephant in the room, why his pieces are at the top of the price spectrum and why he generally asks each client not to talk about what they paid for their device, as there really is no actual comparison piece by piece.

Steelwerks Extreme is a small, non-descript building in downtown Montreal surrounded by new construction, chain link fencing, and a lot of German cars. From the outside, one could say that it looks like a small house or flat, however, as soon as you open the door, you are hit with an aroma of metal, wood, and burning hot machinery that makes me think of my grandfather’s workshop from when I was a wee lad combined with a sweet yet smokey smell that just screams the word masculinity. Upon entering you see machines, benches and raw metal rods that are rather innocently stacked there having no idea that they will wind up one day wrapped around a man’s junk or inside (or outside, I am still really not clear about this) a lady’s most private parts. This is where he takes the most simple of elements and heats, bends, shapes, and molds them in painstaking detail one by one by one.

Yesterday, he and I spent the morning adding a “gap protector” to my cage, the Axel, because I was having issues with my really delicate skin (I’m like a daisy, you know) becoming irritated between the gap opening which caused me the kind of swelling one doesn’t really ever want to see in their pants. When this happened, I texted him a picture of my puffy penis (you know, like we all do to our friends), saying something like “the cage is fighting me” to which he said, “I have no idea what to do about that, but give me some time and I will make it right, but take that off right now”.

As requested, I gave him time he needed and he took all of it, seven or eight whole minutes, before texting me back with “I have three ideas, but here’s the one I like most” which was accompanied by a 3D sketch of a piece of titanium perfectly sized to “mind the gap” and slide right in thus protecting my tender testicles from ever trying to escape via the northern path again. My trip to see him and his shop was already planned, so he said to just bring it with me and that we’d fix it together, which I did, and then we did.

He picked me up from my swanky hotel with a great tub and fascinating carpet and we went to the aforementioned shop, I got settled in this fascinating 1920’s kinky barber chair he has mounted in the front, and then he produced the roughest looking little piece of titanium that matched the 3D drawing and said, “Here it is. I am going to see if it fits and then make it pretty”. He disassembled my cage and slid that piece right into the sweet spot (yes, I know how that sounds) and said “Perfect”, while complimenting himself immensely, and then disappeared for what seemed like an hour to a really loud machine in an equally loud part of his shop. I stared both at him and what he was doing and at all the pretty metal “things” that are everywhere and when he was done that piece of metal could have been worn as jewelry, it was that shiny, sparkly and smooth.

See, that’s the thing about Chris, he’s a perfectionist and he was not going to let that little piece of metal, one that will hardly be seen and barely felt, be anything less that absolute perfection. This was evidenced once more when he was finished and didn’t like the way the anodized blue on my cage had aged, so he asked me if I wanted to redo it while I was there and then, just like the hamburger helper kid, he said those magic words every man with metal locked on and in him want to hear, “And, you, Drew, can help!”. Woo to the hoo, I got to assist in what essentially a process akin to dying Easter Eggs as he carefully dipped each piece into a charged chemical bath. As the process happens, I watched my metal member turn gold, then a deep purple, and then various shades of blue until it finally reached the exact color I wanted to see every time I pee. For me, it’s a shade very similar to Dodger blue, you know, for the best team in Major League Baseball and all. My job “was to watch” and I did it really good! So good so that he then let me dry each piece before he assembled it all back together (I tried to do that but would have had my PA sticking out the top had he not intervened). The end result was beautiful as I will proudly show you in the pictures below.

Following that we had some kinky shopping to do and he needed to show me the underbelly of Montreal and I emerged all latexy smooth looking, well, we will talk about that in a future post.

Fast forward to Friday and while my plan was to always stop by the shop, I never intended to stay until I suddenly had many extra hours to kill. He graciously let me hang around and watch and while I did do some of my own work, I could not help but just watch the work that he and his team do, and how slow, careful and methodical it is.

As a case in point, today he was multitasking by working on one new creature cage, resizing an existing client’s cage, and then starting a new one. In my head, I think I had always assumed the process was a bit like assembling Ikea’s furniture where everything is cut, assembled and shined but I very much underestimated the time it takes to create that type of precision. For instance, when I first arrived he told me that he was about to make a cock ring and walked me through the drawing, the setting of the cut and various other things. What I didn’t realize was that two hours later, he was still making that cock ring because he was tweaking it by micro millimeters to make sure the client would be happy with the end product. Two hours for that which still does not include all the polishing and micro cutting that will also take place on this one simple cock ring later in the process.

While this ring cut, I got to watch him make a hollow curved barbell that will be locked into the client’s Prince Albert piercing. Since that one item is what started my steely business love affair in Canada, I was fascinated to watch him take a piece of metal, set it almost on fire, and then bend it to the exact specifications needed. He acted just like it’s an everyday thing for him, but for me, it was like watching magic happen. Having said that, seeing the metal glowing before bending sorta made my own hollow barbell burn in my dick in sympathy or something which was odd, but now I finally know how Harry Potter felt when that lightening bolt started acting up, so that’s a plus.

Throughout these two days, he and I had some really nice talks about the business, what works well, what doesn’t, and what the future might hold. We also talked a lot about perceptions of his product, his knowledge, and how, really, nobody but him can answer his email because he is the knowledge bank that, should they turn into a client eventually, for which they will be paying. He showed me what a typical day of email looks like and for every twenty “dude, what happens if I get hard in one of those things?” emails there is an actual potential client mixed in asking very specific questions about what he offers, as they should. I should note that once an order is placed or serious discussions have taken place, he gives an alternate contact method, but it was watching this act and hearing the constant ding of the Mac mail that allowed me to cut him some slack (while also suggesting about 900 different ways he could do it – it’s what I do for a living, you know, consulting at its finest) which was rather hard for me. I should also note, damn, that straight man has a lot of penis pictures on his phone which I also found really, really amusing.

Finally, pricing, that big kinky elephant in the room. Steelwerks is not for the starter chastity man or woman. In fact, I am probably less representative of his actual client base because I am still rather new to this world and my husband and I don’t follow anything conventional chastity wise, if there actually is such a thing. When I first started working with SW, I was frustrated that his website offered nothing, not even a hint, as to what things cost and I didn’t understand how and why he could run a business that way. However, soon after the process started, I realized that the devices shown on the web should be considered as more of a portfolio of his work, versus a catalog of items. True, each piece is usually based off of something seen there, but the amount of customization that is possible (as an example, several clients have him customize down to special screws) really means there is just no way to even begin to list things. That said, Steelwerks is not inexpensive, but having both gone through the process of ordering, which is by far a more thorough self examination of your private part specifications than you likely have ever done with a pencil and a tape measure, and seeing the inside work of the operations and the amount of time, detail, and craftsmanship that goes into each piece of what is usually a many piece product, I can tell you that every dollar spent is reflected in the final product in how it looks, feels, and functions.

In summary, if you are considering the ultimate in chastity jewelry, there is no other place. Just be patient.

Oh yeah, the unfinished “Axel” is here, and the finished is just below the NSFW warning jump:

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The Axel from Steelwerks Extreme

Aboot two months ago I wrote this post about my trip to Canada to visit Chris the artist and owner of Steelwerks Extreme to be measured for my very own custom chastity device. That device arrived on my doorstep two days ago and the following is a bit aboot this Canadian piece of art, how it came to be, and what it’s like to install it on oneself for the very first time. I honestly haven’t worn it enough yet to give it a full review, but I can say right now that if I were to write one right now, it would be glowing. There is plenty of time in the months ahead to talk about how we use it, as we are not a couple that fits the traditional chastity lifestyle, but for now, it’s all about the titanium.

BACKGROUND

The device itself is called the “Axel” named both after my husband who wanted this device for me and re-named because I have a really bad memory of a woman named Tiffany and I did not want to think about that every time I touched my penis. In reality, it’s a slightly modified version of the Steelwerks Extreme “Tiffany” that is made up of a steel tube with a titanium cap and a set of titanium cock rings which include a scrotal cuff that, according to Chris, is like having a “gentle hand tugging your balls all day“. The modifications are slight, but they include a slot that is cut into the bottom of the cap to allow my curved barbell PA insert to connect on the outside of the device, thus rendering it absolutely inescapable, though the scrotal cuff pretty much does that too. In addition, we altered the colors of the trim which includes a two toned cap that is blue on the inside, giving a really nice peek of color viewed from the front.

When I ordered this with Chris, I was cautious about trying not to demand too much change to his original art, but that was a worry I soon forgot as he was in touch with me on every single detail of the design, the cutting, the measuring, and the final product. My device took about two months from start to finish, but in reality, he had a two week vacation and a complete move of his shop from one location to another, so some of that time was spent simply waiting, which I knew about from the outset, by the way. In all honesty, months back when Chris and I designed my barbell, we began a friendship that bled over into this product execution, but I really think our relationship had very little to do with the outcome as I know he spends just as much time with everyone he designs for at each and every step (but I am sure I am just more delightful). He’s slow, detailed, driven and often cranky, but the amount of time, energy and precision that goes into each device is simply unbelievable and, in the end, you get a piece of jewelry that happens to keep you from touching your own jewels.

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INSTALLATION

Throughout the process, Chris used the word “install” over and over again and it took until it was in my hands and about to be on my man parts, before I really understood that this is not the average chastity device. His patented S screws are a force to be reckoned with and they are everywhere locking that bad boy down. When I opened the box, I was actually perplexed about how to actually put it on and Chris being Chris offered to FaceTime with me to help me step by step. Of course, me being me, I could not wait that extra ten minutes it was going to take him, so I started without him and was able to get 90 percent of it on before he called. He was really impressed and I was really proud until I dropped the tiniest of the silver S screws right on to my kitchen floor where it not only blended in with the silver slate floor, it rolled under the big silver gas range that is nearly impossible to get under. So, poor Chris got to talk to me AND watch me as I laid in the floor with my naked ass in the air trying desperately to find it, which I did, right after I had given up.

With the tiny screw now in hand, he guided me through the final installation steps right until at the very last we realized that my existing curved barbell was not long enough to go through the bottom to lock into place. I was troubled by this, but he quickly pointed out that it can just stay inside the cage until we get that sorted out and then everything was right as rain once again. In fact, I rather like it in the cage, but for the stream of urine I want to have, I am looking forward to getting the new one soon.

FIT

I have struggled with the actual wording to use here, because the fit is, to use the standard phrase, “like a glove”. With the steel tube centered between the titanium ends, the weight is centered on the shaft creating a balance I actually never realized was missing from my previous devices. I can only liken it to the feeling you get driving an old school RWD BMW that has a perfect 50/50 weight balance on a twisty two lane going way to fast.

The actual fit while on is just perfect. The rings are a tad smaller than what I was used to and the first night I wore it I had a bit of burning, but with the right amount of lube underneath that went away fast. I wore it the first night with just the regular ring and the second night with the ring and cuff and I have to say, contrary to what I thought it would be, I like the way the one with the cuff feels much better. It really is like that gentle hand tugging and I like how it tucks my balls away a bit bringing the shaft down to almost the perfect spot when standing or sitting.

Those S Screws

The beauty of the S screw is in its simplicity because its simply a screw with a s pattern on the top. Since I already had two keys from the barbell, the Axel did not come with any extra, a devious trick from Chris that is actually only right as we can’t have them just laying around. Once the screws are in place, they allow the device to be 100 percent secure while also allowing flexibility in the metal, something else I had not experienced with previous devices. This. Device. Is. Secure.

That said, when the mood strikes, it’s as detailed to take off as it is to get on and, when sent to remove it to have a, well,  rendezvous, the mood can almost run out in the time it takes to remove which, I guess, is the cruel trick of the Steelwerks experience.

FINALLY

Over the next few weeks I will be wearing it in various forms before any solid rules are put in place regarding its use. With my life existing almost as much in the air as it does on the ground, one of the beauties of this design is that I can wear the ring and cuff, locked on, 24/7 and get that “ownership” feeling I crave without the actual cage. I say this because this amount of titanium will pass through airport security, I hope.

PICTURES

After this NSFW warning jump, of course.

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Latex, chastity and Canada – my Monday

Yet again, hello from 30 something thousand feet in the air somewhere over the Canadian border. Quite a different flight tonight because, to my right in seat 1D, sits Thumper who is reading a really thick book and stewing because the headrest on the seat isn’t all bendy and doesn’t cradle his head the way he would like. I was able to, somehow, finagle us upgrades both to and fro, but, alas, there are no bendy headrests so “the whole trip is a disaster”, according to the rabbit.

Actually, the trip has been a really good one and, even as we are winding down and heading back to Minneapolis where he will go home and I will go to an airport hotel to sleep before heading back east tomorrow for work, we are still quietly smiling. Most likely for different reasons, but still, it’s a nice feeling.

We arrived early evening last night after a delay and went straight to find some food and then head to the hotel to watch a ballgame and, well, get naked. We made it through an inning or two before the nakedness happened for both of us (he has his hotel rules, you know) and we began what would become a few hours of play with one attempted bed time in the middle that was ruined by me having one post orgasm erection that would not stop. I felt like I was 23 again and, well, since it was there…. (Now we all know I  don’t really write about the sex stuff with us here but within a few days the story will get out one way or another.)

Sleep never really happened for both of us, though apparently I got more than he did because that flu from the last two weeks left me really stuffy and snoring like a boar at times which I suspect is new to him, and, after “releasing” two times in two hours, I was rather relaxed. However, something about being fucked, looking at Tumblr and having his nipples abused revved him up and he wasn’t really out until about 5am. Of course, not knowing this I woke him at 6 because my erection wanted to say hello again and, well, let’s just say he is tired tonight but still in a non cranky place which I appreciate.

So, I am writing this tonight as a slightly more kinky Drew than I was this morning because I now own latex jocks, briefs, and a fitted hood that is, well, just beautiful. In addition, I have ordered my very own piece of art from Steelwerks Extreme that will be just absolutely fucking amazing. I decided to go with a Tiffany model which is half titanium and half stainless with an extra cock ring and scrotal cuff for those days when I want to shake it up a bit. This device will work in tandom with my locking curved barbell, Chris, the owner and artist in residence at Steelwerks, designed for me earlier in the summer. I went there today with the idea of changing this, changing that, and customizing it to be my own, but, in the end, Thumper gave me some advice that doing so to that would be, in a way, like me adding hood scoops or stripes to my beloved X5m, which immediately told me to stop and just go with what the expert had designed and proven to be a success. Chris has a few muggle things happening in life over the next few weeks, so I have told him to not worry about any deadline and just get it to me when he can, which will likely be around the first of November which is perfect as it allows me and Axel to get our planned groove going in a the interim.

After this, he took us to a friend of us his that designs latex fetish wear to see the process and the inventory and, holy fuck, I may be a rubber man one day. This stuff was brilliant and the smell was simply intoxicating. I surely see a bad hotel carpet picture coming later in the week for these items.

Finally, another note about Steelwerks Extreme because I simply cannot begin to tell you how high quality both the work and the man who makes it are. Chris, who himself is a piece of walking art via ink, has a magic combination of kindness, charm, geekiness, and a magical abilitity to mix a leather collar with a white collar which helps me further blend my worlds together. He allowed us to hold and touch an older device that he uses for show and a personal device he uses for, well, not my business, and it was truly like holding some rare piece of art that you have only seen in a museum. As I have noted, it’s expensive in the way a Mercedes is compared to a Mazda, but after being here today, any thought I had about whether the investment would be worth it was out the window in minutes. While this was happening, the three of us spent the day talking about kinks, dicks, politics, and, more – in this case “more” specifically means their frequent talk about lady parts and how much fun it is to play with “down there”. Gross. But, despite that pussy stuff, we had a great day that is going to help me on multiple levels in the future.