Well, this is embarrassing.
There hasn’t been much chastity play at the Edge household lately; in fact, not for maybe a good six months. This is mainly due to a lot of job and family stress: The Elm City Consumer Products Company closed the branch at which Mrs. Edge has been working for over 20 years, and moved the employees to different branches around the state. Her old office was less than 15 minutes away, so naturally she got moved to the one that’s halfway across the state, over 45 minutes away. She lost a lot of support staff, too, and now she’s working the same kind of long, intense hours that I do. By the time we get home, make dinner, clean up, and get things ready for the next day, neither of us is feeling especially playful, so it’s no wonder that the devices have languished in a drawer.
Yeah, I can already hear some of you wankers saying things like “But if you’re not having sex anyway, that would be the perfect time to lock you up.” No, you bozos, it’s not. In fact, take if from somebody who has been there: chastity play without any interest from your partner might be a hot fantasy for, oh, a week or two. But trust me, after a while, it begins to feel more like neglect, and that is not a sexy feeling at all. It’s play that should enhance your intimacy; if you’re not intimate, then it’s not play.
Anyway, it’s not unusual for us to have breaks of a few months, and I generally use that time to re-design and modify my devices. I tried to make a more “bike friendly” device by replacing the hard plastic CB3000 cage with the silicone section of my Birdlock, since that device has been sitting in my drawer since the week that the cheap locking pin broke. I made some plastic spacers from the remnants of a 3k cuff ring, and attached it to a new hinged ring, from which I had removed the brass hinge rivet and replace it with a nylon screw. I think that the idea is worth exploring further, but I need to buy some new rings to test that out.
Some of you know that back in the spring I bought a Fort device. I haven’t reviewed it because I’ve been modifying that one a bit, as well. I’m almost done, but it’s a slow process because I need time in the machine shop at work, but we’ve been using the equipment that I need to get into. I am, however, in the process of making some solid stainless steel rings, similar to the original CB2000 style. The hinged, alloy metal rings supplied with the Fort are both too heavy, and not comfortable because of the sharp edges.
Anyway, you probably know that I’ve spent the summer doing a lot of exercising and biking. I’ve dropped about 10 pounds this summer; partly some good diet tweaks, and partly the 20 to 30 minutes of intense biking that I’ve been trying to do several times a week. Obviously the weightlifting was good for building muscle, but it took some cardio to tip the scales into losing some fat. Whatever, I’m just happy to have found something that works.
Even when I’m not wearing a device, I often wear one of the cuff rings. I switch between the old-style solid rings, and the hinged rings that I’ve modified into solid rings by removing the rivet hinge and super-gluing the sections together. Late last week, I was wearing one of the modified rings, and had gone out for about 10 miles on the bike. The air was turning a bit chilly, and I could feel my testicles retracting. Suddenly… “Oww, dammit!” One of them had pulled through entirely. Fortunately, I was not in a heavily trafficked area, so I just reached down to twist it into a more comfortable position and soldiered on. Wasn’t the first time this happened.
It was getting dark as I got home — the sun is going down a bit earlier now — and I pulled the bike into the garage, and read the numbers from my trip computer. Yeah, even though I got a new Android phone and I could be using the cool GPS apps to record my speed and route, it’s not really any more accurate than what I’m doing now. I texted the numbers to my exercise account, and walked to the door, when I felt something roll down my leg. I looked down and heard the “teenk… tonk” sound, which told me that not only had the cuff ring come completely off, but that it had cracked on impact. It rolled under the workbench, and after I retrieved it and cleaned off the old cobwebs, sawdust, and dirt (look, there are two kinds of garages: ones like on TV, and ones in which the owners actually do some work.), and sure enough, the ring had cracked right where I had modified it. Damn.
I had a couple of spare cuff rings that I hadn’t modified, so I brought one of them into work the next day, along with my favorite CB3000, and the assorted spacers, KSD-G3, etc. It being Friday, everybody at work left early for the 3 day holiday weekend (Labor Day here in the US). This gave me a chance to sand and polish the sharp edges of the ring, and do a few dry fits with the 3k. After an hour or so, I wanted to make sure I hadn’t missed any sharp edges, so I popped up into my office to put it on. I applied a little lotion, assembled the KSD, the spacer, the pins, and locked it on with the Masterlock that I reserve for testing.
A perfect fit!
This isn’t surprising; I probably do two of these a year, since we’re a bit hard on the Beaver chastity cages around here. No, the surprising thing was when when I went for the key, I discovered that it was not on my keyring.
What the hell?
Oh, right. I remembered that I removed a bunch of keys when we went to the in-law’s this summer. So, I was stuck until I could get home; no big deal.
After I got home, and still having some daylight, I changed into my bike shorts and headed out for a ride. When I got back, I cooked dinner (some seasoned rib-eye steaks on the grill, and some steamed fresh broccoli heads). Mrs. Edge and I cleaned up the kitchen, then she went downstairs to watch TV, and I started rummaging around on my dresser. I found the ring of odd keys that I had removed: my shed key, a key to a filing cabinet at work, one for a bike lock, and the small, steel padlock key. I went into the bathroom to use it.
It didn’t fit!
I went through the keys again. Nope, too big. Nope, definitely the shed key. Nope, the file cabinet. It’s gotta be this one. This time it went in, but it felt raspy and it wouldn’t turn.
Now, if this were a typical piece of wank fiction, this would be about the point where Mrs. Edge comes upstairs to find me fiddling with the lock, only to tell me that she’s been unhappy with the way I haven’t been doing the washing up lately, and that she purposely hid (or destroyed) the test lock key, knowing that I’d be using it sooner or later. I would meekly succumb to her chastisement (in the correct form of the term), and end the story with something like “And I have no idea when it’s going to come off, if ever.”
Well, this isn’t a story. In real life, I went back through the box of spacers, modified devices, rings, pins, etc., and there, at the very bottom of the box I found it.
No, not the key.That would be too easy.
I found the test lock.
Whenever Mrs. Edge unlocks me, her routine is to keep the lock with her key, which is on a special holder. Since I covered all the locks with black plastic tubing in order to keep them from clack-clacking against the cage, I didn’t notice that it was not the same as the one I normally use, the one I have my own key for. So, what was this lock?
Suddenly, I remembered. It was the second lock that we had bought for when she had to go to Bangalore last year. It had never been used, but we prepared it in case I had to remove the original lock; it was supposed to have been a backup. Apparently I had just tossed it into the box with the other bits of equipment.
So, I went downstairs to to discover that the Edgelette was in the room watching TV with her; I decided to wait until later in order to ask for her key. But after 15 minutes, she suddenly announced that she was exhausted, and was going to bed. I followed her up a few minutes later, and to my surprise, she was already asleep.
By the time I got into bed, myself, she was completely out. I read for a bit, and then turned out the light. I woke up once or twice in the middle of the night — a few months without the cage had left me unprepared for the 4am erections — but otherwise, I slept just fine.
Saturday morning I woke up before the alarm, and quietly headed into the bathroom, figuring I would sneak in an early bike ride. Mrs. Edge woke up and asked me to re-join her in bed. We snuggled for a bit, and she discovered the cage. As I explained the situation, she became a bit more frisky.
“I think you need to give me a little,” she said.
“Ummm…” I began.
“With your other cock,” she finished. “Hurry up, go put it on.”
It was in a zippered case under the bed. I fumbled a bit with the harness, since we hadn’t used it in quite a while, and it took me a few minutes to get it seated properly. But soon I was on top of her, slowly thrusting, and listening to her moans.
“How long have you been locked now?”
“Since yesterday afternoon,” I told her.
“With no key?”
I shook my head. “I have no idea where your keys are.”
She pushed her hips into mine, and bit my shoulder to quiet her orgasm. I slowed down to let her catch her breath. She looked up at me.
“Are you horny yet?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yes,” I panted, “Can’t you tell?”
She reached down to feel the cage; my erection was pulling it away from my body, and my trapped testicles were swollen.
“Ooohhh,” she moaned, “that’s just how I like them.” She lay back and wrapped her legs around mine, pulling me closer.
“Not having a key is kind of hot, sort of,” I whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes and relaxed into another orgasm.
“I think I’m almost done,” she whispered. “Don’t want to overdo it, or I’ll be too tired for the rest of the day.”
I raised myself from my elbows to a pushup position. Her hands explored my back and shoulders while I maintained a slow, steady thrusting. She opened her eyes again.
“What if I can’t find the key?” she asked. “What if I lost the keychain? Or what if I don’t feel like letting you out?”
“What if ?” I replied.
“You might have to stay in there for a while…” she began. Her eyes closed again, and she leaned her head back into the pillow. She pulled me closer, but I maintained the same slow, steady pace. I could tell she was working for this orgasm, but before long her fingernails dug into my back. She let out a big sigh, and placed a hand on my chest, indicating that I could stop.
We disengaged, and she turned onto her side. Quickly, I removed the harness and snuggled up behind her. She reached around to fondle the cage again. I nuzzled her neck for a few minutes, until finally we had to get up.I made her some coffee and went out for a bike ride… a very long bike ride, since I had a lot of energy to work off.
That was a week ago.
Since then, Mrs. Edge doesn’t seem to have been too worried about looking for that key, or at least, she hasn’t mentioned anything about it. I haven’t asked her for it, but she did ask me offhandedly if the new ring was comfortable. Fortunately, it is.
Because, you know…
I have no idea when it’s going to come off, if ever.