So, Mrs. Edge is off visiting her family out in the cornfields of the midwest, and for the next week or so I get to drink from the carton, eat over the sink, and not shave until Monday mornings. It also means that I’ll catch up on my sleep, since Mrs. Edge is a thrasher, while I, left to my own devices, will usually wake up in almost the same position in which I dozed off.
We’ve pretty much ditched chastity devices for the last several years, as Mrs. Edge prefers to rely on a combination of ruined orgasms, self control, and the occasional “maintenance reminders” with her favorite crop to keep me in line. When such occasions arise and she thinks that I’ll have too much unsupervised free time, I’m usually sporting my antique CB3000. But for some reason I’d been thinking lately about my mistake purchase, The Fort.
Developed back in 2009, The Fort was a clone of the CB3000, except instead of lightweight polycarbonate, it’s made of solid, cast stainless steel. I bought mine from Extreme Restraints, and I have to admit that it’s a pretty damn cool looking unit. Unfortunately, I discovered that it was a nice display piece, but not really practical for long term wear. The hinged rings were similar to the older CB3000 design, with the same flaw: the hinged joint caused chafing and bruising. Oh, and the rings themselves turned out to have been made from some cast zinc alloy and chrome plated, creating the potential for allergic reactions in people so disposed. They were made by a Chinese company (before they started flooding the market with devices made from welded rings), and were only sold for a couple of years. The handful out there are sex toy museum pieces now. I tried The Fort on and off for about a month, but found it to be impractical, so we pushed it into the back of a drawer, where it languished until last week.
As it happened, I used to break a lot of the solid style rings (I’m a grower), so at some point I made a stainless steel ring for the now-paleolithic CB3000. The Fort’s dimensions are so close to the CB3000 that it fit the ring, with a little loose play that I’m attributing to the conversion of inch to metric dimensions. I spent a few hours figuring out which spacers to use, and found that I really needed to add the old KSD G2 in order to help keep the device (or rather, me) in place.
After I got it assembled and tested it for a few hours I thought I was ready, so Mrs. Edge placed her lock on it and headed for the airport. After a couple of days, though, I’m remembering one of the biggest drawbacks to The Fort. It’s a massive piece of metal hanging from your junk. And no matter how snug your underwear is when you put it on, after a few hours, you feel the weight. The unit, totally assembled, weights just over 12 ounces. That doesn’t seem like much, but consider that the plastic devices are less than three ounces. 12 ounces is 3/4 of a pound (340 grams, for those of you across the pond).
Although the size is fine, there was always a little bit of “give” in the plastic, especially in a pair of snug jeans. The Fort has no give, of course, so I’ve been surprised a few times bending or stretching for things over the course of a day. More problematic, though, is that the weight means that running is out of the question. I’m not talking about cardio running; I’m talking about just jogging across the lawn to to the tool shed, or running across the shop floor to catch the FedEx driver. The jeans and briefs give a little support, but I can’t imagine what it would be like with Dockers and boxers.
On the plus side, though, the stainless steel doesn’t hold the odor from urine, sweat, and whatever else is in the area. A nice hot shower, and everything is washed out. Of course, it’s only been a few days, but I don’t expect things to change much by the end of the week.
I mentioned earlier that I kept breaking the rings on the plastic devices. That’s not a problem here; as other people have said about their various metal devices, there’s something psychologically intense about wearing a device that you know simply will not snap, shatter, or break off by accident. I have an emergency key wrapped up in tamper-evident tape, but in a serious emergency, I could literally break pieces off if I absolutely had to. The Fort offers no such leeway — I either need to unravel that key, or medics will be cutting the device off of me. That’s real.
There’s one other thing I feel compelled to mention. If someone felt a bit overwhelmed after spending time in the CB3000 or the CB6000, a few minutes with a Hitachi Magic Wand or similar strong vibrator would usually be enough to, let’s say, ease some of the tension. Sometimes Mrs. Edge would do that for me, knowing that it left me about as satisfied as a ruined orgasm. The Fort, though, is too dense; the vibrations just don’t seem to make it through the cast steel, and the head of the wand appears to bounce off the device, instead of powering it back and forth. Umm… that’s a quite unauthorized test, so mum’s the word, okay?
I know it’s been a while since we’ve actually discussed chastity devices on this blog, so I apologize to all of you who just read for the exercise updates.