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As you may notice from the missing key from the banner above, I am no longer caged.  I received the Points of Intrigue for the CB2000 chastity cage in the mail and they helped somewhat, but I’m just too big of a guy to get a good, solid fit of the cage which makes wearing it for any length of time potentially unsafe.

In addition, the more I thought about release being at least 24 hours away, the more leery I became about being locked in chastity.  Between needing to shave and clean, and the fact that I’m married and I haven’t figured out how to introduce Mistress to my wife yet, the thought of having no way to undo the cage in an emergency was pretty daunting.  Mistress and I are actually working on a project that may help me and other boys in my position, but that’s top secret for the time being.

Mistress told me to hold on to the cage for now in case she wants to use it for situational chastity (I’m sure she will find some use for it while I’m visiting her) and told me not to be too upset about not living up to this challenge.  I am, however, really disappointed that I wasn’t able to fulfill Mistress’s wishes and that I’ve let her down in this way.

Mistress did  immediately start to put other interesting ideas in my head, including her marking me (either with a brand or tattoo) and having me get a Prince Albert piercing.  I had my nipples pierced once upon a time and loved  it, so I’ve been looking at PA information on-line all day to educate myself and see what it would really take.  I’m tempted to discuss getting one on the last day of my visit with Mistress as a final devotion.

Today, Mistress is sick, flattened by some bug or another that’s going around.  To make herself feel better, she’s instructed me to perform some extra suffering on her behalf.   I had the choice if extending my daily devotion to her by an additional 34 minutes or by only 15 minutes if I stroked with a combination of Icy Hot and lube.  (She said that toothpaste worked well in the absence of Icy Hot.)

I have decided to try the toothpaste mixture because (a) I don’t know if I could last 34 minutes and don’t want to fail this test as well and (b) I’m always interested in new kinks and, having never tried this, the warped part of my mind wants to try it out.

The optimistic part of my brain is sure it can’t be all that bad, but something tells me that Mistress’s devious mind would not have crafted this task unless it would make me suffer appropriately. 

I’ll know soon enough…