Something like 3/4 of my blog hits have something to do with chastity, which continues to amaze me because it seems that it’s so little about what I actually write about. Not that I could really describe what the hell I do write about, since that seems to be all over the map. Anyway, I did want to mention that chastity play with Mrs. Edge has been rather infrequent in the last year since I got my frenum pierced, ironically enough in order to enhance the security of the CB3000 that we use.
I discovered that the original 5/8″ wide barbell was just a bit too wide for comfort, and the balls would pinch my sensitive skin during moments of arousal. This eventually led to the idea of getting a slightly smaller barbell, so I swapped over to a 1/2″ which was a little better, but still gave me problems with comfort. I’ve had to modify the device several times to accommodate the barbell, ending up with actually cutting out a section from the underside of the of the plastic cage, and rebuilding it with acrylic bars so as to allow the balls on the ends of the barbell to nestle in the spaces between the bars. This made for a much better fit, and not long afterward we decided to make another attempt at wearing the device for some time. After a little over a week we removed the cage to discover that I was developing an infection around the piercing.
Our guess was that lotion and/or sweat was getting trapped around the balls, and the snug fit of the cage didn’t allow me enough room to flush around the piercing properly. A few more minor adjustments and we tried it again. It seemed to work for almost a week, but once again I seemed to develop an irritation. After that we started to discuss whether it would be worth it to keep trying, or to just remove the barbell and let the hole close up.
Those of you who are not male chastity enthusiasts are probably thinking “Hell, just take the damn thing off every few days and wash. What’s the problem?” The problem is fitting the concept to the reality: chastity (for many of us) becomes hotter the closer the device gets to the “set it and forget it” ideal. Removing the device a few times a week is the pin-prick near the balloon of “You’re totally under my control” fantasy that both partners usually enjoy. It’s all the more frustrating to us because, pre-piercing, these issues never surfaced.
Yes, we’re frustrated in our frustration.
Anyway, I was thinking about this the other day and had a thought: if the balls trap lotion, sweat, germs, etc., then maybe I could try a piercing that was less prone to collecting such irritants. So, last night around 10:30 pm, I stopped at the local piercing and tattoo shop on my way home from a formal event. Owing to the lateness of the hour, or perhaps it being a school night, the shop didn’t have the gaggle of teenagers hanging around like at my previous visit. Of course, most tattoo parlors probably don’t get many drop-ins wearing a tuxedo, so I attracted a certain amount of attention as soon as I walked in the door.
The guy behind the window was not the person I’d met before. He was in the middle of tattooing an arm, so I waited for a few minutes for my turn. I’d gone in looking for a 10 gauge, 1/2″ diameter captive segment ring. My thought was that such a ring could easily spin through the hole, and be less likely to attract and hold irritants. He had one slightly smaller – 7/16″ (approx 11 mm) which I thought might be even better. We traded stories for a few minutes, and I promised to come back when I had a cool tattoo design worked out. Yes, that’s right – I’ve got an idea for a tatt, but I’m not sure on what part of my body I want it yet.
Mrs. Edge was going to bed by the time I got home, so I got some jeweler’s pliers from my toolbox and popped open the segment. The edges seemed a bit sharp, so I polished the edges down and cleaned it in peroxide and then alcohol. I took a hot shower, removed the barbell… and spent 20 minutes trying to get the friggin’ ring in the hole, with no success. I got out of the shower and replaced the barbell, then put a generous amount of Aquaphor – just enough to make the ring slip through my fingers. Upon comparing the ring to the barbell, I noticed that the ring was slightly larger in diameter, so I put the barbell back in (again!) and pushed the ring along behind the barbell, which kept the hole from closing. I managed to squeak it through, and used the pliers to pop the segment back in.
The feeling was a bit strange at first; I’ve had the barbell for over a year now, and no longer notice it. The ring moved around a bit, and I could feel it against my skin (even today I can feel it brushing against my underwear). I cleaned up and went to bed, where for some reason I slept badly. Mrs. Edge didn’t notice it during the early morning snuggles, and I didn’t call attention to it, simply because I can never resist the opportunity to have a little fun.
My next concern will be seeing how well the ring does under deep hydraulic testing conditions, aka: penetrative intercourse. I’m concerned that the ring will try to swing back and forth, door-knocker style, which might pull on my tender skin. Or hers. If that works out okay, then we’ll once again try the CB3k. But it’s possible that I might have to give up on the frenum if Mrs. Edge decides that she’d rather get back into serious playtime.
What’s that? Pictures? Umm… I can’t find my camera. But I’ll post some soon, I promise. After all, I just went through all that boot-camp weight-training cardio-vascular lean diet exercise thing, so I might as well show off a bit, right?
If you found this interesting, you might also be interested in some of my other real-life experiences which are listed in the True Tales page.