a.k.a. How I stopped worrying and learned to love [something]
It has been several months since I last wore a chastity belt and felt the slightly warm snugness and pressure it provides. It's not an unwelcome sensation, but there is the sensation that something other than my person is on my person, but in time I shall get used to it again.
For the time being rather than a metal lock affixed to the cb-6000 there is a numbered plastic lock, it is different than I'm used to, when sitting still there's no additional pressure of the weighty lock or the feel of metal on what skin lies exposed. It also lacks the 'clink' of metal on plastic when I walk, instead it's replaced by a much faster paced and higher pitched plastic-meets-plastic ticking. Like a clock taunting me and following me wherever I walk. I think I prefer the masterlock.
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