Blah, blah, blah

I haven’t written much, mainly because I don’t have much to write about. I’ve just been feeling blah lately. I don’t feel sad, or depressed at all. I fact, I’m pretty happy overall. I have been extremely busy work wise, which may explain a lot of it, but otherwise I just seem to be in some weird zone of not feeling particularly much about anything.

I’m not interested in the porn I usually like. I’m not particularly horny. I’m not even thinking about sex lately, and I don’t know why. It seems to have been going on since CLAW in November. I had a fantastic time there. I didn’t go there looking for the sexual aspect. I went there looking for the social, and found it in abundance, which was fantastic, because I am actually extremely introverted. I have a hard time doing people. It’s exhausting, but I really did enjoy myself. Since then though, I’ve just have never seemed to recover. I don’t want to people. It’s like my batteries were drained and have yet to recharge.

I’m also feeling blah about chastity. I’m still locked, but (at the moment), it’s not really doing anything for me and I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because I’ve been feeling a bit like I’m on my own here right now. Oh, Trip’s fine and we’re fine, but he’s been less interested over time. It has been over 4 years after all. I don’t think he finds it all that exciting anymore. Being locked is more fun when you have a very invested KH, and maybe we’re just a bit too much on autopilot right now. Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t honestly know.

I’m sure things will change, eventually. I’ve just been so tired lately and I am not exactly a spring chicken (but I ain’t dead yet either). I’ve been feeling lazy. I haven’t been consistent with working out either. I had been being very consistent and been really pleased with the changes I’ve been seeing, but since we got back from the cruise, I’ve barely done anything.

I’ve got my annual physical coming up soon. I’m going to have to see if there is a physical reason for the blah, because there really isn’t an psychological one, other than 2022 being an incredibly stressful year, for a number of reasons I’m not going to discuss here.

In the meantime, please don’t be concerned. I’m fine. It’s just, for the first time in my life, I’m feeling maybe a bit asexual. It’s weird. There’s certainly a bit of chaos in my life right now and I am definitely a person who thrives on order. I don’t like juggling balls, and I’m juggling 17 of them at the moment. I feel a bit like I’m in purgatory, waiting on so many things that need to happen so I can stop juggling, and those things are not progressing satisfactorily (basically through waiting on others to do their part). It’s extremely frustrating to me. Yet wait I must. I know things will eventually be sorted, but I hate the chaos. Seriously, the sign on my desk says “drama free zone”. I’ll plod along until I get mojo back. I hope it happens soon.

Delayed Gratification: Doc and Trip’s Excellent Adventure

Trip and I booked a Caribbean cruise for March 2020. Yep, remember early 2020? Our cruise was scheduled to depart the day the “do not sail” order came out. We had already cancelled a few weeks before because we knew Covid was going to be bad, and we eventually rescheduled for last month. We love to travel. We aren’t “cruisers” per se, but we do love being on a ship, though we tend to do small ship cruises (such as Seabourn). This time we booked a larger ship because we found a very good value, and I have cruised with Celebrity in the past and have always had a pleasant experience. Read on for my thoughts on the trip (I want to be one of those travel YouTubers so badly). Our ship was only 60% full, so there were hardly any crowds or waits and we could pretty much walk into any venue at any time without a reservation, though the suites were completely full, so our experience there would be typical.

Trip: 10 night Carribean Cruise on board the Celebrity Edge

Embarkation: A lot has changed in the cruise world since our last cruise 7 years ago. Embarkation was always a bit of a pain, but no longer (at least with Celebrity). We did all our pre-boarding checklist and checked in on the Celebrity app (more about this later), including uploading a selfie that would be linked to our cruise card. Even the muster drill, that time honored experience that all cruisers dread, was done on the app. We were assigned a boarding time. We showed up at the appointed time, were asked if anything had changed (it hadn’t), and we were invited on board. That’s it! Maybe 5 minutes tops. Once we boarded, our cruise cards were waiting in the cabin. We only had to go to our muster station to check in to complete the tasks, and we were done. It was the easiest, fastest embarkation ever. Note: we were retreat guests and had a separate check in area (more on that later), but the main check in line appeared short.

Ship: Celebrity Edge was launched in 2018, the first of the new Edge class, now including Beyond and Apex, with Ascent due this year. At 131,000 tons with a capacity of 2900 guests, she would have been considered a mega ship not that long ago, but is now considered modestly large, particularly compared to something like RC Oasis of the Seas , a 227,000 ton monster carrying 5600 passengers. From the first sight of her tumblehome X-bow she looks unlike any other cruise ship. The new parabolic bow design is said to make her 8% more efficient. But the bow isn’t the only difference. The ship has been completely reimagined and is stunning. Interiors are modern and sleek, with thoughtful touches like a re-orientation of the elevators so that there are 2 full banks of full sized lifts (something anyone crammed in a typical half size elevator can appreciate). As you walk along the passageway, the lighting changes as you approach the fore and aft lobbies. LED lights completely surrounding the elevator light up red or green when the lift arrives, giving an easy visual clue as to which has arrived and which direction it is going (cool and very useful). There are thoughtful features like this everywhere, leading me to wonder why no one thought of them before. There are 16 decks, with most passenger facilities located on Deck 3 and above. Signage was prominent and easy to follow (you can get lost on this ship). Maps are available in the app. Notable features include the rooftop garden, a 2-decked running track, an enormous main pool, 2 large hot tubs, a flashy casino, an (overpriced) spa, a large well equipped gym, a solarium with indoor pool and spa, the 3 deck central atrium with a massive ever changing LED chandelier, and the magic carpet, a cantilevered platform that protrudes from the starboard side and moves from deck 2 (as an enormous tender platform, all the way up to deck 16 as another lounge/deck area). The ship has been reimagined, with almost all areas maximizing views of the ocean. The vibe is definitely cool and chic. While large, the space is thoughtfully designed to provide plenty of quiet and private spaces throughout.

Cabin: we booked an aft suite. All suites on board are now part of a ship within a ship concept called “The Retreat”. This gives premium passengers a more exclusive experience, rather than just a larger cabin, and subsequently comes with a large bump up in price. However, our 335 sq ft cabin was comfortable, well thought out, and spacious with tons of storage. Our 80 sq ft verandah was large enough for 2 chaise lounges and a table with 2 chairs. The mini fridge was stocked daily with beverages by the butler. Yes, suite guests get both a cabin attendant and a butler. The cabin functions were all controlled via a touch screen panel, or via the app on your device (which was wicked cool). Even the tv can be controlled from the app. Suite guests get the premium beverage package, premium WiFi, and gratuities included in the fare. In addition, suite guests have their own lounge with concierge, their own private sundeck and pool, and a private dining room called Luminae. Suite guests also receive 24 hour room service at no extra charge.

Dining: Edge boasts 15 dining venues. There are 4 main dining restaurants (while we could eat there, we didn’t). They are each themed differently (French, Italian, Mediterranean, and contemporary) and while each have the same menu, each features a few special starters and mains. The Oceanview cafe, celebrity’s signature buffet dining experience featured double height ceilings and tall windows. Food is set up in different stations and generally punched above its weight for a buffet. There was ample seating both inside and outside. At the back is a pizzeria that was popular late at night. Blu is the dining room reserved for aqua class cabins. Suite guest can dine there on a space available basis. Trip ate breakfast there one day and enjoyed it, but we otherwise can’t comment on the cuisine. The menus looked good. We ate most dinners in Luminae, the private suite restaurant. The space is beautiful and elegant. Having heard raves about it, we were looking forward to amazing food. We were, honestly, a bit disappointed. While food was solid and of generally excellent quality, and there were some serious home runs, there were way too many misses than there should have been. Flavors were off on occasion and dishes were over-sauced or generally lackluster far too often. We were expecting to have our socks blown off, and they weren’t. One night for dessert I ordered a Napoleon. What I got was a basically a brownie. I don’t know exactly what it was, but I know what it wasn’t, a Napoleon. I’m pretty sure I had the same dessert on the plane. Specialty dining (extra cost) venues we visited were Fine Cut Steakhouse ($60 pp), which was exactly what you would expect and was quite good, Le Petite Chef ($60 pp), an animated table top dinner experience was fun and the food was delicious, but I wouldn’t do it again. Kids would love it. Eden ($60 pp) at the aft of the ship, was amazing. Featuring an open kitchen in a 3 deck high space and a fresh, modern menu, we were absolutely knocked out by it. It was so good we went back again. Honestly, I’d skip all the other extra charge restaurants and just eat here. The chef is absolutely going for a Michelin star. We did not go to the sushi restaurant or rooftop barbecue restaurant, though other cruisers were impressed. The Mast grill serves up your typical burgers and dogs, with outstanding fries (seriously). Eden cafe (in the bar area of the 3 deck Eden space) offers sandwiches and soups at lunch (pretty good, but I was still hungry). It is strangely only open on sea days. For those who need caffeine, Cafe Il Bacio served up all your espresso drink desires and had lovely desserts as well. Specialty coffees and teas are included for Retreat guests naturally. There is also a spa cafe with healthy items as well as smoothies, none of which we tried.

Entertainment: you will not be bored on this ship. Along with a massive, high tech, multi-level staged main theater where shows occurred twice nightly, there is a disco (The Club), acoustic entertainment in the Eden bar, and bands in the atrium around the martini bar every night. It’s a high energy ship. Shows were either artists brought on board , or stage shows by the large in house entertainment staff, including 4 singers, 8 dancers, and 3 acrobats. Bands varied by style but were all excellent. We particularly loved the Brazilian singer/guitarist. Entertainment went into the wee hours. My only complaint is that there actually wasn’t a bar or cafe where you could have a quiet drink at night. There was always some music, often loud. Movies were shown under the stars on the top deck. For those Vegas lovers, the glitzy casino featured many table games and all the typical slots. Trip and I don’t gamble much, but we both won a little.

Staff: I cannot say enough about how amazing the crew were. Every crew member we interacted with went above and beyond. The service level was as good, or better, than the luxury cruise lines we’ve been on. Staff can make or break your trip, and these folks were definitely trying (and succeeding) to impress. From the cabin steward to the Captain, the crew was warm, welcoming, eager to please, and generally exceptionally friendly. It didn’t matter if you were in the grandest suite or an inside cabin, the crew were there to make your trip wonderful. The wait staff in particular were attentive, engaging, and happy to go the extra mile to make you happy.

The App: the app is central to your cruise experience. Not only could you open your cabin door, you can control the a/c, the drapes, the lighting, and the television. You can also message other cruisers in your party. Looking for something to do? The app lists all shows and events going on every day. Hungry? The app tells you what dining is available at the time you query it. Check your on board account? Absolutely. Need medical help, the app has you covered. Want to book a dining reservation or a shore excursion? It can do that as well. In addition to all the functions, it also has a deck plan to help you navigate to where you want to go. It really has revolutionized the way you cruise, much to the better. Celebrity has this technology nailed.

WiFi: premium WiFi was included with “The Retreat”. Connectivity was solid in most parts of the ship but dropped occasionally, particularly in our bathroom and in the veranda. There was a WiFi receiver in our cabin, so I don’t know why it dropped out in spots. It was fast enough to stream video with only occasional lag. Uploads were painfully slow, particularly video. Celebrity uses Starlink satellite WiFi. But for most needs, it was more than adequate, and honestly I tried to avoid too much screen time, other than to upload envy pics and check emails.

Magic Carpet: the standout feature of this ship design is an enormous cantilever movable platform. It is designed to be moved all the way down to deck 2 to to serve as a large tender platform. We had no tender ports so did not get to experience what I imagine is a significant improvement. The platform in fact didn’t move once from its spot on deck 14, despite being advertised as moving to deck five for an outdoor dining experience at the sushi restaurant and moving to deck 16 for a “unique” (extra charge) dining experience called “Dinner on the Edge”. It never budged. Not once. Still, it had ample seating (couches and chairs) and a full bar, and was a very pleasant place, though as retreat guests, we generally stayed in our private deck area, which had a wide variety of seating, a full bar, the lounge, and waiter service for both drinks and lunch.

Dress Code: there were no formal nights, though there were 2 nights where people who wished to put on fancy duds were encouraged to do so. I wore dockers and a button down shirt every night. I would call the dress code “Country Club”

Disembarkation: no one likes the end of their vacation, especially one as top notch as this one. Disembarkation was handled smoothly and easily. Bag tags were delivered to our cabin on the second to last night. Bags were collected by 10 pm of the final night and reclaimed after the ship cleared customs the next morning. Groups were called to exit by bag tag color, generally starting around 8 am. Restaurants were open for breakfast on the final morning.

Fellow passengers: looking at their marketing materials, Celebrity is aiming for a younger demographic. There’s nary a grey hair seen in the brochure. On this cruise, the crowd skewed older. Trip and I were among the younger passengers. Still, the old coots got their boogie on. Most passengers were American (many from Florida where apparently taking a Caribbean cruise is a hobby). There was a sizable group of Canadians and a few Brits. The following cruise (I was told), was full with 270 kids on board.

Smoking: The last time I sailed with Celebrity, cigars were all the rage and they had a cigar bar, called Michael’s club. Smoking was allowed in the casino and on the port side of the ship. The cigar bar is gone and smoking is relegated to 2 areas that are neatly tucked away where you will neither see nor smell it. Otherwise, the ship is non-smoking.

The final score: Ship 5/5, Service 5/5, Entertainment 4/5, Dining 4/5, Cabin 5/5. 23/25 is a winner.

This ship will not be everyone’s cup of tea. If you’re a traditional cruiser who likes formal nights, set dining, and doesn’t like lots of choice, this ship is not for you. There are also no roller coasters, water slides, or climbing walls, so if you want that, find another ship (see aforementioned Oasis if the Seas). My only (minor) gripe was about how loud it could get (noise was not an issue in the cabin). There were a few nights where I wanted to whisper sweet nothings to Trip over cocktails rather than shout or (during one particular raucous event) text. My only other minor gripe is that the desserts in the buffet all tasted exactly the same. They would have 6 or 7 types of cake, which I swear other than the color, were identical. I found that amusing. Still, we enjoyed it so much we booked another cruise for later this year. We still prefer the small ships, but Celebrity in general, and the Edge in particular, gave us an outstanding experience.


7 days. 7 fucking days unlocked. 7 days of feeling wrong. 7 days of, if not quite being in hell, then being hell-adjacent.

As you may recall, I was wounded by the Kink3D designs cage. I’m not blaming their product. I’m blaming myself, completely. Ever since I had to unlock, I’ve watched the wound like a hawk. Each day I’d check to see how much it had improved and that maybe, just maybe, I could be locked again the next day.

Not wanting a repeat, I promised myself (and those interested parties) that I would wait until it completely healed. I probably would have been okay around day 5, as it no longer hurt, but it was still scabbed. So I waited. Finally, 7 days later, I was healed.

I jumped in the shower and oh so carefully shaved my balls of the hair that had accumulated. I retrieved the werks from the cage drawer. Yes, I have a drawer basically dedicated to chastity devices (and yes, the OG cb2000 is in there). The Steelwerks then came out of its velvet bag (really it should be in a leather bag, if you ask me). As I squeezed my balls and then stuffed my cock through the base ring, I began to feel like myself again. One the cage slid on, the PA was locked, and the cage screws tightened, I was whole again.

I’m pleased to say I was not ever tempted to play with my unlocked cock. In the past, I think it would have been hard to resist. Yeah, it got hard (the cock), but I didn’t touch it. Not once. It wouldn’t be right. It doesn’t belong to me anymore. It would be a betrayal of trust. Any orgasm I might be allowed is not to be by my hand. Honestly, I can’t remember the last orgasm I had. I think I was allowed one late last year, but I don’t really even track them anymore. If they want to me have one, they’ll give me one, and they don’t seem to feel any need. That’s fine by me, because the longer you aren’t allowed to orgasm, the easier it is to not have them. Sounds ironic, but it’s true, at least for me.

I don’t want to masturbate anymore. To be completely honest, there are occasional days I wish I could. However, I much prefer any orgasm (if there’s to be one for me) to be caged, and those orgasm to come from bdsm play, and for me not to have any say about if it happens or not. I much prefer giving other’s orgasms. Mine, if they happen, are secondary. Though, if I do get to come from being plowed or having my other bits worked over, we’ll that’s just fine and dandy. I don’t expect it, but it happens sometimes.

I’ve already swapped out the base ring on the Kind3d for the larger one, and I can always wear the Evotion 8, though I find it difficult to put on (but very comfortable and secure for long term wear) should the need to go through TSA arise. Until then, I’ll be securely #lockedinwerks.


Don’t be Like Me

I’m currently unlocked. I have no one to blame but myself. My intense need to stay locked has forced me to be unlocked. The irony is not lost on me. You’d think I’d know better by now.

I used to travel a lot for business, but as with most things, that pretty much stopped for several years during Covid. It’s only recently that it’s returned. After having the Steelwerks set off the TSA metal detector (newsflash; titanium will set off airport metal detectors), I’ve gone back to wearing plastic when traveling. Normally this has not been a problem as I travel with the werks and only wear plastic when in the airport and on the plane. My most recent trip, however, was a whirlwind of 3 cities in 3 days and it just didn’t seem to make sense to constantly swap devices.

I’ve always used the Evotion for travel. I did get a Kink3D cobra a few months back and decided it was more comfortable. The Evotion is great but it’s challenging to put on. It’s a bit of a pinchy puzzle. I’ve worn the cobra for a day or two, but not much longer. I downsized the original ring because I like a snug fit, which was probably my mistake. I forgot how grippy plastic can be.

All was well until the second to last day (about 72 hours in). I was getting a bit sore under my balks. I didn’t see anything, so I just presumed I didn’t lube the ring enough. The last day of the trip was uncomfortable, but I still didn’t see anything amiss. During the very long flight home, things got very uncomfortable. Because I’m an idiot, I just toughed it out. When I eventually got home, I was in serious pain and finally took the cage off to reveal a pretty significant wound under the ring. It hurt like a mofo.

I know better. I should have taken the device off sooner, especially with a new device I haven’t worn for extended periods of time. I would have been unlocked maybe 24 hours total, but now I’ve got to wait until I’m healed, which is probably going to be several more days. It’s better, but it ain’t healed yet. What is wrong with me? As much as I dislike being free range, 24 hours would have been so much better than the 5 days and counting I’m now forced to endure. I think I get too invested in my chastity. It’s easy to do for those of us who know we are born to be locked, but still, some rationality is required here.

It’s also not the first time this has happened, although that was back when I was first locked. It hasn’t happened in years, so perhaps I was lulled into a false sense of complacency. Whatever the reason, I should have taken the device off sooner than I did. I guess the take home is to listen to what your body is telling you and don’t try to power through. In other words, don’t be like me.


Feels Like the First Time

I’ve been essentially permanently locked for over 1500 days (yes, that’s a little over 4 years if you’re not inclined to do math). And yet, it’s as thrilling today as the first time a cage was placed on my cock some 25 years ago. You would think that by now it would be old hat, maybe a little routine, even occasionally boring, but it’s not. Every day feels like the first day. It’s still exciting, titillating, and erotic as fuck. Every time I see the cage, or feel it, the contents get hard. Running my hand over it, stroking it like I used to stroke my cock sends a jolt through me every time. On the rare times it has to be removed, I feel incomplete.

That it’s still thrilling is both a testament to the power of kink and to the need I have to be locked. To me, being locked is the ultimate act of submission. The cock is a powerful symbol of maleness. To give that to someone else is a sacred act. To have it owned, controlled, denied is as exciting now as it was in the beginning. To paraphrase my bkf (who said it so well), chastity doesn’t take away, it adds. It amplifies a sensation we normally neglect, and the denial and horniness is akin to an orgasm. In fact, I’d argue it’s better than an orgasm. Orgasms last moments, whereas the erotic denial goes on and on, perpetual, and never ending. In a D/s relationship, it’s the most powerful of power exchanges.

Sure, I think about when my cock was used. I enjoyed it, probably still would, but it was nowhere near as emotionally and sexually satisfying as my current (and future) state of denial. I know that sounds odd if you don’t share the desire to be locked, but it’s true (at least for me and I think for many of my locked brethren).

It was always one of my biggest fantasies to be locked full time. I’m still amazed it came true. Ever since I was first locked all those years ago, I wanted it. Whenever I locked someone (and I locked a number of someones), there was always a tinge of jealousy. My only regret is that I didn’t ask to be locked full time back then. Of course, the cages available at that time didn’t really facilitate that, but I do feel like I should have been locked for the past 20+ years and I wish I had been. However. I am now, and that’s what matters.

I do miss having a Dominant who is as invested in my chastity as I am. I am lucky to have Trip and a KH who does push the right buttons, but I do miss the more intense D/s aspects I used to have and I’m hopeful I will have again someday. I’m certainly open for it. The universe has a funny way of working things out sometimes.

Maybe it’s the giddiness of Locktober, when everyone seems to be discovering the joys of chastity that has me thinking this way, but regardless, I’m grateful each and every day I remain caged and even if I were totally on my own, I wouldn’t change it.


The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Cooler weather, leaf peeping. Pumpkin spice everything, and men locking their dicks for 31 days. Yes, it’s Locktober again. I was curious how this started. I couldn’t find any definitive information. It’s unclear to say the least, but I did find several sources that were relatively consistent. Cut to the chaste (great name) summed it up most concisely:

The History Of Locktober

The answer to the question—who created Locktober, remains murky. Many attribute the idea to a Tumblr blogger. Locktober was mentioned in a post on a blog called “Keep Him Locked: A Wife’s Guide to Male Chastity and Cock Cages” in 2017. However, I found a post from 2015 in the forums at orgasmdenial.comabout Locktober. A member posting there using the handle submaleslaveuk seemed to claim credit for the event. Still, there is no definitive answer to who originated the idea of thirty-one straight days locked in chastity during October.

As best as can be ascertained, either 2016 or 2017 seems the first year Locktober was widely observed. So, despite who first coined the term or originated the idea, it seems fair to say that this year will be either the fifth, sixth or seventh annual observance of Locktober.

At this point in my life, Locktober is just another month. I’ve been through 4 of them without unlocking in between, though the first was special. I’ve been into chastity play for ages, but it was August 2018 that I was finally locked for good. I was supposed to be locked through that Locktober to start and was excited to participate. I always thought my kink was rare, niche, and odd. But seeing thousands and thousands of locked cocks was, ironically, liberating. I was never unlocked after that, had no desire to be unlocked, and had 2 men who liked me locked (okay, Trip put up with it at first).

Personally, I’m thrilled to see so many men exploring the kink. Even if it’s only for a month, and even if it’s a needed excuse to do what they really desire, I think it’s fantastic.

Kink should be explored. Finding out what makes us tick is a journey everyone deserves to undertake. What attracts you to being locked won’t be what attracts others most likely, and that’s just fine. It matters that it works for you.

I wish all participants a fantastic Locktober and that all your kink desires are fulfilled. I’ll be there with you, cheering you on. Who knows, you might end up, like me, never being unlocked again.



The two weeks I spent locked down tight in the Schandemask has got me a little bewildered. Let me explain. I’m still sorting out the feelings I’m having, so I apologize if I ramble.

Those two weeks of (relative) suffering brought me back to an earlier time in my chastity adventure. Back to before werks. Back to when the cages were frequently uncomfortable. Back to when I was almost constantly aware I was locked, and I realize that I miss that. Yes, it was sometimes a bit too painful. Sitting the wrong way would send a jolt through me. But in a way, I miss that too. Perhaps it’s the masochist in me, but I miss the pain of being locked. The pain that reminds you of who and what you are. The pain you have to power through. I’m not talking about pain from wounds some of these cages caused (that’s bad pain), but the pain that puts you in your place. The pain the fucks with your mind. The pain that wakes you up at 3 am and makes you take a piss to relieve it. This was even more apparent when I was allowed back into the Anatomic cage.

The Anatomic fits like a glove. It should, it was designed for me. Multiple measurements and 3D printed models and a lot of back and forth resulted in a device that perfectly fits the contents it surrounds. It’s like slipping into well worn and perfectly broken in boots. It feels so amazing and, to be honest, except for the occasional pressurization or if I bump into something, I often forget the device is there. Also, it looks like my cock, which up until recently wasn’t an issue in my head.

Let me be clear, I love the Anatomic cage. It’s the cage I thought I would spend the rest of my days in. But something Sir M said a while back has been rooting around in my brain and is affecting my perceptions more and more. He said I don’t have a cock, I have a metal piss tube and that the flesh underneath is no longer my concern. When I look down at the Anatomic, I see a cock. A metal one, but still a cock, and that’s bothering me somewhat. Sir thinks it’s a beautiful device and has no issues that I know of with it, but his words are just worming their way into my mind more and more. It is a beautiful device, and I’m ecstatic to be able to wear it, but…

I think the reason I was drawn recently to the tightly curved Tiffany is that it is a compromise between the two. It fits very nicely, but it doesn’t look like a cock, it looks like a metal piss tube. It’s not as comfortable as the Anatomic, but it doesn’t cause pain either. It’s different. The tight curve in the tube holds the contents in a position that is not where they normally sit, unlike the Anatomic, so there is a reminder of my locked status. Besides, I love the sleekness of it. I think it’s sexy.

Ultimately, I’m fortunate to have several options from @steelwerksextreme. I realize that. Not everyone is as fortunate. And ultimately, I’m locked in what I’m told to be locked in. I suppose we could add some punishment spikes to the cage, though I find them esthetically unpleasing given the sleekness of my devices, and the schandemask hardly needs them (though that would certainly up the ante when I’m placed in it. Hmmm…, oh Chris…).

I waffle between wanting to have the most comfortable experience so that I never feel a desire to unlock and a tougher ride to test my mettle and commitment. I just don’t know how I feel right now. Is being locked and denied enough for me still, or am I desiring a more masochistic experience? Maybe it’s just nostalgia for an earlier time in my journey? I really am conflicted. It’s a conundrum.


Disciplinary Action

I never intended to be locked in a Steelwerks Schandemask. I knew about them. I know a few people who own one, but the idea of me having one was not on my radar, not even remotely. I purposely don’t use the word own, because while I might have bought them, my cages, like my cock, don’t belong to me. However, when my bkf (best kink friend) decided to part with his, I was presented with the opportunity to obtain a pre-owned one. He gave it to me to try. The only issue was my 0 gauge PA did not fit through it. Chris (owner and artisan at Steelwerks) modified it and I spent a few days with it on in the traditional manner and decided it might be a nice addition to my collection.

If your unfamiliar, the Schandemask (not unlike the now popular Crucible) is a cage that is designed to be worn without a base ring. Essentially it has a very narrow entry and a wider head, to isolate part of the shaft and head of your cock. Anchored with a locked PA, it’s quite effective and is a nice option for when you’re wearing tight gear since your cock can move about all the while still being “locked”. In its intended form, it’s a lightweight minimalist piece of chastity gear that keeps you locked but lets you swing free. Basically, it’s a titanium helmet for your dick.

Schandemask as seen on Steelwerks website

Getting it on is a bit of a task due to the marked narrowness. I’d guess the opening is 30% narrower than my standard cages. I can’t tell you exactly as I’m currently very securely locked in it (we will get to that in a bit), but the diameter of the opening is less than that of my flaccid penis. There’s a lot of lube and a lot of squeezing, turning, and swearing involved. It’s also a little more difficult to maintain as there is almost no way to get a swab in between my flesh and the tube in my current situation. I’ve figured out a series of manipulations that allow it, but it’s nowhere as easy as the Anatomic or the curved Tiffany.

The one I’m in has a bit of a twist. It has a flange that mates with the base ring from my other werks devices and converts it into a very restrictive device. It’s actually borderline evil (in the most sadistically wonderful way). It was decided a few weeks ago that I needed to spend some time in it with the Schande locked down to the ring. After all, if I have it, it should be used, no? The experience has been quite “interesting”. I can see this being used for discipline. It’s tight and it’s short. You cannot get a hard on in it when it’s locked down to the base ring as the narrowest portion is at the bottom where it meets the ring and is basically a vice. The base of the cage squeezes tight enough to prevent the rest from getting hard for the most part (not completely, but significantly). When worn without a base ring, you get this weird 2/3 hard on where the last 1/3 of my cock is squeezed but the rest of the shaft is hard. Locked to the ring, fuggedaboutit. It’s also much shorter than my other cages (and their contents), so when it’s locked down, it’s a very small cage. After all, it’s original design is intended to cover the head and the top of the shaft. Basically, the contents are squeezed and what isn’t is pushed inside me. I can see using this device to train a sub not to get erections. Erections are uncomfortable at best.

Attached to the base ring

The genius of this device is that it’s supremely isolating. I could never get off without stimulation of the frenulum area near the head (not that I’m allowed to get off, but when I was, that’s how I work). The head of this cage is much wider than the base, leaving that part of my anatomy completely isolated. There’s no amount of pulling, pushing, vibrating, or any variation thereof that will transmit any sensation. None. Zero. Zip. The sensitive parts are virtually isolated, while the rest is constantly squeezed. I want to feel something, anything in the glans, but it prevents it. I can’t get off in any of my cages, but I can feel the content’s head at least touching the cage. Not so much here, and it’s exceedingly frustrating. I suppose that’s the point.

Schandemask is named after a medieval device used to shame and punish people who misbehaved. I think this device is appropriately named (especially when locked to the ring). If I’m in tight gear, the standard Schande is quite comfortable. However, with just that small addition of the flange it goes from minimalist “Camp Cupcake” to maximum security “SuperMax” prison. If (and when) I need to be disciplined, this is the cage for it. After all, I can be a very bad boy. 😉