So, this just happened…


So, I’m at work on Friday because, you know, I have a job. And I get a text message from Mrs. Edge.

Mrs Edge: Hi.

Mrs Edge: You busy?

Me: Well, I am at work, so…

Mrs Edge: I can’t find the key.

Me: The car key?

Mrs Edge: The key for your cage.

Me: I’m not at all surprised.

Mrs Edge: Do you have it?

Me: Why would I have it?

Me: I have the emergency key on my keyring.

Mrs Edge: Okay, good.

Me: I think you last kept it in your jewelry  box.

Me: It’s on a ring with several small padlock keys.

Mrs Edge: Okay, got it.

Me: Should I even ask why?

Mrs Edge: I’m not planning to use it.

Me: Yeah, I’m not surprised.

Mrs Edge: I just wondered what if you had a heart attack and I had to get it off quick.

Me: …

Me: What…?

Me: ???

Mrs Edge: We’re having pork chops for dinner. Try not to work too late.

Mrs Edge: Love you.

Me: ???

Me: Well, that was weird.

Me: xoxox

When I got home, was there even any explanation? Of course not.

 


Speaking of not needing the key.

 

 

Masturbating more can dramatically reduce risk of prostate cancer | Metro News


I had this in my Draft folder and forgot about it until this week. It seems at least once or twice a year I run across something like this:

Masturbating a lot can significantly improve your health

 

Source: Masturbating more can dramatically reduce risk of prostate cancer | Pink News

Of particular note was this:

“Ejaculation frequency is, to some extent, a measure of overall health status in that men at the very low end of ejaculation – 0 to 3 times per month – were more likely to have other (medical problems) and die prematurely from causes other than prostate cancer,” lead author Jennifer Rider told the AP.

So, those of you who read this blog for the chastity and OD articles, take note:

The scientists found that men in their 20s who ejaculated at least 21 times a month were 19 per cent less likely to develop prostate cancer than those who did seven times a month or less.

You don’t have to masturbate: having sex with a partner would do the job too, as long as you climax.

21 times a month? Dang…

  • Out of the 30,000 men studied, 1,041 developed prostate cancer after ejaculating 4 to 7 times a month.
  • Of the men who ejaculated 21 times a month or more, 290 developed prostate cancer.
  • So to be in the safe zone that’s more than every other day, if you’re counting.

I’m pretty sure that most readers haven’t had 21 orgasms in the last year, never mind month…

 


While I’m thinking about this, Mrs Edge hasn’t been so generously inclined lately.

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Study: Ejaculate More, Have Less Prostate Cancer Risk


Can we all stand to read yet another article on this topic?

From a March Medscape article:

Study: Ejaculate More, Have Less Prostate Cancer Risk

A study on ejaculation and prostate cancer risk, which made a big splash at last year’s annual meeting of the American Urological Association (AUA), was published online March 29 in European Urology.

“This large prospective study provides the strongest evidence to date of a beneficial role of ejaculation in prevention of prostate cancer,” write the researchers, led by Jennifer Rider, ScD, MPH, a cancer epidemiologist at the Boston University School of Public Health.

Okay, good. We’re done now, and we can all get back to… wait, what’s that?

“Association does not mean causation, so one has to be cautious about interpretation,” Janet Stanford, PhD, MPH, a prostate cancer researcher at the Fred Hutchison Cancer Research Center in Seattle, who was not involved in the study, said about the observational data.

Really? It would have seemed obvious that more ejaculation is healthier.

After potential confounders were controlled for in multivariate analyses, the relative risk for prostate cancer was about 20% lower in men who ejaculated at least 21 times a month than in men who ejaculated four to seven times a month. For high-frequency ejaculators, this risk reduction was seen in all three time periods (P trend < .0001 for all).

But… there’s always a but, isn’t there?

Notably, there was no association between ejaculation frequency and high-grade, advanced, or lethal disease. The reason for this exception is not known.

The risk reduction effect seen in the study is “modest,” according to Dr Rider’s team and Dr Stanford. And they acknowledge that other studies have pointed to sexual activity as a possible modifiable risk factor for prostate cancer development.
Wait, so there’s a difference but not much difference, is that what you’re saying, Doc?

The researchers speculate what could be at work, mechanically, and offer one explanation: the prostate might accumulate potentially carcinogenic secretions that can lead to prostate cancer. This idea, known as the prostate stagnation hypothesis, has been around for decades, Dr Rider reported.

That theory might have parallels in folk wisdom. When these results were reported last year, a Medscape reader commented that the results make common sense, and urged his fellow male readers to “keep the pipes clean boys!”
So, a study of almost 20 years and over 30,000 men concludes that… it depends.

Ejaculation? Well, here’s somebody that doesn’t seem to be very worried about it.

And a few more days in The Fort


When we last left off, our intrepid protagonist was locked in his ridiculous heavy metal chastity device, and waiting for his wife to come home after a trip to visit family in Hooterville. The story continues…

Mrs. Edge came in a bit later than expected because her plane was delayed. Since I did not have time to go grocery shopping wanted to show her how much I missed her, we went out for a quick burger and a glass of wine, and caught up on our respective weeks. Afterward, we watched some tv to digest, and I hopped into the shower (I find that I sleep better if I shower before bed). When I got out of the bathroom, she walked into the bedroom, swinging her black leather riding crop.

Umm… I should note that I may have given the impression that I locked myself in The Fort right after she left in the pre-dawn hours the previous week. Because I wasn’t sure if The Fort would work for me, I didn’t use her lock for the first few days, I used my own so I could remove it and make adjustments. And in the few times that I removed it, I might have, err… abused myself a time or four. But because I’m a 15 year old at heart, I might have mentioned it to her instead of being quiet about it.

Mentioned it? Oh hell, I actually taunted her.

And because I’m a 15 year old at heart, I kept taunting her even after I locked on the cage. In fact, until I got out of the shower, she wasn’t even aware that I was wearing anything.

She just eyed The Fort, and instructed me to bend over the bed, where she started in on the punishment strokes. No warmup, no niceties; she was “teaching me a lesson” because she was “very disappointed” that I’d had a little too much self-enjoyment over the past week. Once she decided that my ass was sufficiently reddened, we got into bed, where she fell asleep quickly.

The next morning she didn’t say anything about removing the cage, so I again went to work with it on. Later that night, I think I worked out, we had dinner, then watched TV or something. I took a shower, she joined me in bed, and we went to sleep. And the next few days were the same: she didn’t show any inclination to let me stop wearing the device. She asked about it a couple of times, and I told her that it was heavy, and that was it. She didn’t seem to show any interest one way or the other.

Another half a week went by, and I made an interesting discovery: I was more comfortable wearing looser jeans and snug underwear for support. The snug jeans kept The Fort from shifting, but also made it dig into me because there was no give. The looser jeans allowed it to sort of settle in to a position, where my underwear held it (mostly) in place.

One night, just about when I was thinking I’d be locked in until Xmas or something, Mrs. Edge decided that I needed more “maintenance,” and again instructed me to lay across the bed. As she was, umm, maintaining me, she asked if I thought I wouldn’t be punished, and if I’d thought that by putting on the device that she’d be tempted to go easy on me. She kept at it until I actually yelled out a few times, and then stopped. Mrs. Edge gets turned on by my being stoic about her maintenance, perhaps making a little grunt or moan. She figures that if I’m at the point where I’m yelling, then that’s like a safeword. Go figure.

She went to sleep, but I was awake for a while. For reasons I can’t explain, except to say that my brain is obviously miswired, I found it incredibly hot to be on the receiving end of the crop while at the same time wearing the device. That is, the two weren’t “connected” in my head until that night, and once it happened, I just had this warmly, aroused feeling. I spooned her until I fell asleep.

The next morning she wanted the cage off, but before we could enjoy ourselves, one of her migraines hit, and then there were family things going on, and then it was Thanksgiving, and so we pretty much didn’t even see each other again. #MarriedLifeProblems

Anyway, that wraps up my review of The Fort. Yes, it’s heavy, but that ended up not being the worse thing in the world. It did make me start looking at those cage-style devices, if only for the ability to clean them more easily, since even though it was stainless, it still held a little bit of odor after removing it. Will I wear it again? Maybe. It’s still a shorter term device, in my opinion, but it’s manageable.

Still, all that shiny stainless steel looks pretty hot, you know?

 


And here’s a nice picture of a mature woman who is not going to take any nonsense from a 15 year old boy – even one who is trapped in 57 year old body.

 

Ms. Dana von Specht

More Male Chastity in the Mainstream


A little article in The Sun appeared in my Google alerts today, and after a few retweents I discovered that it’s actually a bit from a Closer article earlier in September.

50 Shades girlfriend reveals: “I lock up my lover’s willy to keep him under control!’

Laura Hallan never has to worry that her boyfriend might be tempted to stray – he literally can’t.

It’s a very basic and innocuous article that, if it weren’t for the bit about the chastity device, wouldn’t cause anyone to notice.

It’s all part of their dominant/submissive relationship – a dynamic made famous in the novel 50 Shades of Grey, in that case the man, successful business man Christian Grey, was in charge of his girlfriend, college student Anastasia – but in this case, Laura is firmly in charge.

And here’s a nice shot of Laura in a shiny leather top, the mark of a Domme, right? Oh, and she’s seated next to an array of chastity devices.  My guess is that most of these devices sit in a drawer because they’re inconvenient or uncomfortable.

“The longest I’ve ever made him wait is two months. But it’s a turn on for both of us and we both enjoy it – if we didn’t then we wouldn’t do it.”

Well, two months is a decent amount of time, so kudos to them. And also, nice work for Closer Magazine, who didn’t turn this couple into a kinky freak show like we so often see.


What’s interesting is that from the article it would appear that it was Laura who initiated his wearing the device.