Wednesday, 24 February 2021

Coming up to the 8th anniversary of our Female Led Relationship and Xena doesn't care (and why that's hot)

It's odd. We're coming up to the 8th anniversary of our FLR and I don't think Xena has any desire to make an occasion of it.

It's the same with my (mechanically) permanent chastity device: she just treats it as if I had had the coil fitted - a good and necessary thing, but not particularly worthy of discussion.

In general, she isn't interested in kink.


"I can't imagine going back..."

That used to make me feel insecure until she made it very clear that not only does she like kink, but that it's mandatory; it's her preferred mode of intimacy and domesticity: "I can't imagine going back." And later, "You don't have any choice."

My wife clearly likes being in control, likes having service on demand, likes punishing me, and has a well-developed sadistic streak that turns her on.

Xena is also the one who pushed the envelope. 

Given a little control, she took complete control. Offered me in chastity as an option, she turned it into a default. She's the one who, early on, said "I prefer you this way..." and later "Would you consider always doing it like this?"

Which is why the disinterest is hot.

Though she is my loving wife, best friend, and preferred companion, she is also my mistress. Parts of our relationship play out as if she simply owned me.

"They do a sealed version. Make an appointment."

With the permanent chastity device, it's as if she looked up from her newspaper and casually remarked, "Oh look, they do a sealed version now. I think we'll get you fitted for one. Ring the shop tomorrow and make an appointment for yourself."

And I could only say, "Yes, mistress."

Then perhaps months later, she'd notice the same advert and say, "Oh, did you get that device installed?"

And I'd say, "Yes, mistress."

And she'd go back to reading her paper.

The entire FLR is like that. 

On a gut level, Xena just assumes that's the natural order. She's in charge and I'm not. Big chunks of our relationship centre on her, not me. 

I don't have any choice, so why would the anniversary of my submission matter? Anyway, I don't belong in the centre, that spot belongs to her.

That's hot.

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Monday, 15 February 2021

"And now I'm going to masturbate": How permanent chastity has changed our FLR

"And now I'm going to masturbate."

"There's no key," says Xena, "you don't get any choice. And now I'm going to masturbate. Go kneel in the corner."

I do as I'm told and kneel there, hard inside my permanent Custom Saint.

Moments earlier, I'd said,"You know how you never quite know what to say to get the effect you want. I've finally nailed it."

I was rubbing her feet at the time and she was in a particularly good mood. "Go on," she said.

"Chastity is like a rubber wristband. When you twist it a little to tighten it, it's comforting.  So don't talk about releasing me - that makes me feel insecure - talk about how it means you own me, how I have no choice in the matter."


"And when you ping it, it suddenly becomes scary and exciting. Tell me how long you'll keep me locked, mock me about not being able to orgasm."

"So twisting the band..." said Xena. "You're my slave, you're sealed in. There's no key. I prefer you this way and you don't have any choice in the matter."

My penis hardened in its permanent chastity device. At the same time, I felt pleasantly owned.

"And tweaking the band..." said Xena. "You don't get to orgasm for at least a year. I might not ever let you out."

My my poor penis was trying to erect itself, straining and straining against the surgical nylon.

"How was that?" said Xena, sweetly.

I made a hopeless whimpering sound.

And now I'm kneeling in the corner while she plays with herself. I'm well into middle age, but there's something... sacred about being in the room with a masturbating woman.

"How do you feel... slave?" asks Xena.

"Turned on... scared."


"I can't masturbate. Everything you do is going to rattle around inside my brain for weeks."

"Really?" she says, eyes twinkling. "Put your head under the covers and watch."

So I scramble over and duck my head under the duvet.

There it is, between soft thighs: her pussy, lips bulging and quivering in time to her blurring finger.

"How do you feel now slave?"

"How do you feel now, slave?" she asks.


"You may put a finger inside... carefully."

So I stretch up between her thighs and hook a finger inside her slippery tunnel. The muscles immediately clamp and writhe around me, setting off sympathetic spasms in my caged cock.

Two weeks earlier, I was also rubbing her feet...

I'd just checked the parcel website. "Looks like the new device will arrive soon. Do you want to make a ceremony of sealing it?"

"No," she said, quite genuinely, without  a hint of tease. "Why should I?"

"Why should I?"


"But it's a big change," I said.

"But I already keep you locked. I don't see the difference."

"Well, it's a big difference for me. I can't even ask to be released." I sigh. "I mean, for you it's at least less emotional labour."

"OK," she said. "It's a slight difference for me."

Now I felt weird. I don't like the meta thing of begging to be treated badly. "But you do want me to install it, don't you? I'm not doing this to myself!"

"Yes," she said. "When it arrives I want you to put it on as soon as possible. I just don't want to be involved."

I puzzled over this as she flipped over so I could rub her calves. "Oh," I say. I'm the word person in the relationship. It's my job to articulate things. "It's like I'm having the coil fitted. It matters to you that I'm sealed, but the process isn't interesting. If I could go off to a centre and have a laser piercing and come back with a permanent cage fitted, that would be cool too."

Like having a coil fitted.

"Exactly," said Xena.

A few days later, the device did arrive. I cleaned it, dyed it, cleaned it again. Finally I snapped in the seal and just lay on the floor, not remotely turned on, but very, very comfortable. I felt... completed.

And here I am ten days later, head under the covers watching Xena masturbate while her glorious vagina ripples around my finger.

Being sealed does make a difference. I don't even have the theoretical option to just take the thing off. I don't have to balance the urge to plead for release with the deeper fear of Xena casually caving; she can't just remove the thing either, and the prospect of fuss and inconvenience, not to mention the limited supply of expensive seals, would shift her into the kind of headspace where she would say no.

End result, hopeless lust is inescapable and my only source of sexual pleasure. That thought itself is a turn on, so I spend the next quarter of an hour forlornly wavering so near but so far from ejaculating while Xena enjoys her own orgasm at my expense.

"Enough," she says. Her face is flushed all the way down to her cleavage. "Kneel on the floor."

And I do.

The same thing happens the next night. 

And the weekend after that. We were having a bit of a dry patch thanks to lockdown and middle age stuff... this isn't a dry patch any more.

There's definitely an aphrodisiac effect.

Xena is more casually dominant than ever before.

The relationship and mental effect is harder to pin down, since we were already almost 8 years into an FLR.

I swear Xena is more casually dominant than before. She just assumes she's in charge. If I argue with her, she's surprised then irritated. There's no sense of trading chores for kink; I get a genuine telling off when I don't deliver.

Meanwhile, I feel different. I was always intensely submissive, but now I just am submissive, if that makes any sense? How I see myself in the spectrum of masculinity has also changed, but I can't quit pin that down.

Some of this is amplified by the shear wearability of the device. For example, I can sleep on my side with my legs closed around my genitals just as if I wasn't locked. That creates a sense of normality about having a cage locked around my genitals, yes, similar to a woman having a coil installed except that the coil prevents conception, and the chastity cage prevents erection and ejaculation.

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Wednesday, 10 February 2021

Disentangling Malesubs: Specific Fetish, Submission Fetish, and Submission Trait

Malesubs are confusing

Malesubs are confusing! We're confusing to ourselves, and we're confusing to other people.

What I'll call "Deep Malesubs" like me are confusing because... why? But we're easy to deal with because our primary aim is to embrace a sexualised submission. We have  some hard limits, yes, and some fetishes you can use on us, but we're mostly unfussy.

However, the more typical malesub doesn't know whether he's coming or going. He overcommits, under delivers. He tops from the bottom, or has such narrow limits, it's the same thing. And he's often uncomfortable and ultimately unreliable in a D/s relationship.

Partly, this is just patriarchy at work. It's a hell of a journey from culturally mandated manly masculinity, to meek malesub.

However, it's also because humans are both complicated and malleable.

Recently, people are mooting the term "submission fetishist" to describe the man who wants something specific and only wants that.

I think that only goes some of the way.

Friday, 8 January 2021

7 Day Review of the Custom Chastity "Saint" Permanent Edition (with pics of it installed!)

Screenshot of CAD Files
This is my in-depth 7-day technical review of the new Saint "Permanent Edition" by Custom Chastity

This version of the Saint has two innovations: (#1) a new corrugated oval base ring, presumably available as an option for all CC devices; and (#2) a "permanent" locking system based on snap-in seals. These create... I'm going to say it... synergies.

Overall, scarily, this is the best chastity device I've worn. 

I say "scarily" because it's also the first permanent-out-of-the box device to appear on the market, and I'm sealed into it. 

According to my wife, I'm going to be wearing this for a long, long time.

Full review and (cw) LOCKED DICK PICS behind the cut.

Wednesday, 30 December 2020

Unboxing the Custom Chastity Saint Permanent Chastity Device (with Other New Features)

It came... and I didn't.

I tracked the parcel as it inched its way through Auspost, get stuck at Melbourne airport, leap across the globe, land in Blighty, get caught in the Xmas shutdown, and finally Royal Mail its way to my door.

(If you've just tuned in, read about the permanent chastity device design and its devious logic here.)

Packaging as always was discrete. Nothing salacious on the exterior, and Lady Fox was hiding demurely as "L Fox."

Content Warning: 

There's a locked dick picture 

at the bottom 

of this post.

This permanent chastity device was made by Custom Chastity.  It's not in their catalogue yet, but I am sure if you email them Lady Fox will... accommodate you. She sent to me free to try out (somewhere between a review copy and a publicly visible alpha test - the only expectation is that I should blog about my experience of it) so it didn't come with the usual information sheet and enclosures. I did get a nice Christmas card, though.

The innocent looking device and seals were in a little ziplock bag, all down in raw white so I could do the dyeing myself.  It looked for all the world like one of those model kits I used to assemble when I was a kid... the Airfix  Kit From Hell!


In addition to the mechanically permanent closure system, there are a couple of new features.

First, the tube fits much further into the base ring and has a Rear Hood, like a vestigial version of the one on the Holy Trainer:


Here - post dyeing - is the rear view of my new Saint next to my original one:

(New Device, Right)

You'll also see it has a New Style Base Ring, that's (a) wider, (b) corrugated, and (c) oval.

"Permanent" chastity is like a Mars mission; you really don't want to commit with untried technology, but that's what I was about to do - I could only put my trust in the skills of Lady Fox.

The texture is eggshell like all Custom Chastity devices. I quite like it because it stops the surface sticking to my skin. The material is surgical nylon. As I understand, the process involves 3D printing the mould, and then pouring the nylon, so this stuff isn't porus like cheap 3D prints.

The dyeing process was simple. I got hold of a bottle of Rit DyeMore Synthetic and followed the instructions, including putting in some detergent. Once it was done it went through the dishwasher.

(Follow the Instructions)

It was the first time I'd dyed a raw white device, and half an hour of simmering took it to a lovely colour that tones with my skin. (Xena prefers something unobtrusive, and the colour has advantages should anybody catch a glimpse.)

Here's both devices together:

(Permanent Chastity Device, Left.)

The snap-in rivets/buttons are tough, and made of the same material as the device. When twisted off, the sprue left a small ridge either side of the plug part. I took that down easily enough with a craft knife.

I don't know whether the sprue would have spoiled the fit, but I wasn't going to take any chances!

Talking of which, you'll see that each plug has a little indentation on the top, similar to the Cherrykeeper Permalocker:

Plugs showing indentations. (Droplets are water, not imperfections)

The indentation is there to give a drill bit purchase for when escape is necessary, and also to ensure you are drilling down the centre.

Escaping is going to be a fuss. Surgical nylon grudgingly drills and grinds. Getting out without damaging the device or my manparts will take time to set up, and I'll have to go carefully. It's not something that can happen spontaneously, and certainly not at night or in the throws of passion.

So here's the Doomsday rivet:

The Doomsday Rivet

Getting into the device was harder than normal. The rear hood made for a tighter fit further back, and added to the friction, while the wider base ring was harder to get my testicles through.

I actually managed to "lose" a ball into its body cavity, so it's a good job I did a count before snapping the seal into place.  

A few minutes fiddling and I had everything in place.

The seal snapped into place with a satisfying click! The button countersunk nicely, so there's no way to get a knife in to try to prise the thing out.

Here, behind the cut, is the seal installed:

Saturday, 26 December 2020

The World's First Commercial Permanent Male Chastity Device?

This doomsday device - something I'm testing for Custom Chastity - is on its way from Australia! 

It's coming, I shan't be.

Prepare to squirm!

What do you think those buttons are for?

Tuesday, 6 October 2020

Bluetooth Chastity Debacle! Is this Male Chastity's 50 Shades of Visibility Moment?


It's official, we made it to the BBC!

Qiui's Cellmate Chastity Cage is sold online for about $190 (£145) and is marketed as a way for owners to give a partner control over access to their body.

Pen Test Partners believe about 40,000 devices have been sold based on the number of IDs that have been granted by its Guangdong-based creator.

The cage wirelessly connects to a smartphone via a Bluetooth signal, which is used to trigger the device's lock-and-clamp mechanism.

But to achieve this, the software relies on sending commands to a computer server used by the manufacturer.

Not to mention The Sun and Techcrunch!

(By "we" I mean our chastity fetish; the real heroes are Pen Test Partners.)

Suddenly an awful lot of people are being made aware of this fetish. The effect will be... interesting.

Male chastity is an odd fetish that literally comes from nowhere. It's not like boots or stockings or cross-dressing - you can't point to an early sexual experience or fantasy and blame it on that. 

Cellmate user map

It's more like an evolutionary trap, something that pushes certain adaptive buttons in some people.

And what people? Take a look at this small sample of Cellmate users on a map from Pen Test Partners:

Rather more Chinese users than you'd expect, eh?

Also, the estimate of 40K users is illuminating.

Glancing at the map, that gives us about 12K users in the USA.

As of 10 years ago, the US had 60,000K men fit for military age.

That gives us 0.02% of American men own a Cellmate.

So what proportion of the entire chastity device market is the Cellmate? I think no more than 5%. 

If so, assuming the US is representative, that gives us roughly 0.5% of Western men have chastity device. 

1 in 200.

That's pretty stunning.

Is this going to be like when 50 Shades of Grey appeared? Back then, the BDSM clubs were suddenly inundated with novices, and kink entered the discourse. I wonder if chastity device makers are in for a sudden bonanza? 

UPDATE My friend Tall Chaste Guy used order serial numbers between two devices to guesstimate that Steelworxx sell 2K a year, which he thinks rather high for a "one man shop", but I think is doable in batches.

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