Wow, it has literally been a month since my last post.
A shoulder injury has made it not just difficult, but actually painful to sit down to a keyboard. Even now, I’m literally standing at my desk, where I’ve set my keyboard up on blocks to make it easier. I somehow managed to pull a muscle in my upper back/shoulder, and despite warm showers, hot pads, and hour-long deep tissue massages, it kept cramping up. Ever get one of those nasty muscle cramps in your leg? That’s what it’s like, only between my spine and shoulder blade. I’ve had to keep my typing down to just a few sentences at a time, and mainly I’ve been saving that only for work. I have no idea what caused it, either, so I’m not sure what I ought not to do to prevent it from happening again.
Mrs. Edge has been sick with one flu or another since before Christmas. I’ve been fine, and I’m crediting my constant exercise and healthy eating, about which everybody around me is sick of hearing by now. I don’t know about you, but I’m sure that most of us in the northern hemisphere are sick of the 15ºF temps, and are more than ready for something warm – say, even in the mid 30s or 40s is sounding good about now.
That said, it’s been an interesting time at the Edge household. Sometime at the end of December, Mrs. Edge and I began talking about the next round of chastity play. I’d spent the previous weeks modifying and testing both the CB3000 and the CB6000. I developed some issues with the 6k; I suspect it’s because he tube is a little more snug. I need to fill in the side vent holes with clear silicone before I try it again, but just haven’t found time. I fixed a couple of little things with the 3k, including replacing the epoxy in the vent holes with clear silicone; I’ll be writing about those soon.
This means – for those of you Chastity/OD aficionados who love to keep track of this stuff – that except for short periods of more modification and testing, I’ve been wearing some kind of device pretty much 24/7 since November. Mrs. Edge is taking a different approach this time; it’s going to be less about the denial (mine, that is) itself, and more about her exploring her own boundaries of control over me and our sex life. We’ve had some interesting and very good conversations about this, which in itself has been nice, as Mrs. Edge has always had a more difficult time with intimate discussions. It’s brought us a little closer, too, which is also a good thing. I’ll get into this later, when I can type for longer periods.
I’ve also been experimenting with different ways to make the 3k more secure, and I think I’m onto (or is that into?) something surprisingly comfortable and convenient. That will dovetail into the article that I started a while ago about the battle between comfort and convenience and security inherent with male chastity devices. I need to add some things to it, and hope to finish it in the next couple of weeks. It really took several days just to get the article that you’re reading now.
I’m also pleased that I’ve finally lost the weight that I put between Thanksgiving and New Year. I had to cut back the workouts to avoid irritating my shoulder, and I’ve lost some ground, but I seem to be regaining strength, and this weekend managed to do a few exercises beyond what I had done before the injury. I’m seeing real muscle definition in the mirror, and even the long-suffering Mrs. Edge, who has had to put up with my constant preening, is starting to enjoy the view.
For those of you who don’t actually read this blog, but who just look at the pictures, I want to point you to a new blogger who has been putting up “captioned pictures” that are a bit more teh sexxay than those cheezeburger cats, and more interesting than LOL Celebs. Chastity Fantasies of an Obsessive Compulsive is the rather long name, but his captions are very understated, and the pictures are always hot, whether they be lingerie models or the woman next door amateurs. No cruel, harsh mistresses or sniveling worms; these pics are always captioned with just-believable scenarios that would fuel the minds of kinksters and vanilla alike. Go and enjoy – I’ve got to rest my back for a bit.