It's like riding a bike

also, The technical aspects of writing smut in a trans-humanist technocratic idiom.

In my previous post I described the physical sensations of wearing a chastity belt for the first time in a long while (if I recall correctly, that long while is six months.).  And here I am to describe it two days on.

As the title implies, it's like riding a bike.  After the rather brief period of it feeling new and slightly wrong it just felt like it was always there, not quite a part of me, more like a sibling that won't leave me alone... and is grabbing my junk. 

So maybe that's not the best metaphor, but nonetheless the chastity belt after a scant 36ish hours no longer feels foreign but natural.  That is not to say that I can ignore it, however.  For one I can't masturbate, which thus far has proven to be a minor annoyance at worst, though prior experience tells me that in a brief while I'll be pining for the mere 'minor annoyance.'  I still find myself playing with the curved head of the cb-6000 as though it were my own, which is a very odd experience unto itself.

Second, the chastity device is still a big hunk of plastic hanging off my nuts and engulfing my penis.  It's always putting pressure on both of my most intimate and sexual organs, and never lets go.  Plus it has a tendency to chafe in all the wrong areas (I say as though there were right areas to chafe), for which I really ought to pick up some baby powder.

[For the sake of WALLOFTEXT I'm going to split this entry in more-or-less half]