Friday, February 21, 2014

Airport security with a steel cage part two

During my last entry the cagedone had just checked in his luggage

There were various reasons for checking in such a small piece of luggage not the least of which was the articles it contained and the potential embarrassment that one might face is the bag needed to be opened, such as…..5 new bundles of rope, 2 meters of chain, a wee-vibe, a packet of padlocks, a rather large red stuffed cock sleave, a Bluetooth speaker system, many condoms, a aneros, black soft pants and sweater, large black cable ties and more lube liquid that can be taken as hand luggage!! Not the least of which was a half squished copper pipe that contained the keys to the looker !!

The worst part of all of this was the actual approach to the security guys…..

That task completed, all there was to do was to pass security, on approach I carefully checked out the layout, domestically in Australia they do not have full body scanners, they only have this in the international terminal, even so I knew I would set off the alarm. I picked the que that had two men operators….as I took my laptop out of its case of of the men prepared to place the laptop, my bag and suit jacket into one of those plastic containers. I told him that I was going to set off the metal detector because I was wearing body jewellery.

The guy sort of nodded, did not seem the slightest bit out of the ordinary or worried but let the guy on the other side know in advance.

So off I went through and sure enough the Looker has plenty of metal to make a loud alarm!!, no big deal, those things go off all the time….but they guy despite this asked me to remove my belt and shoes and then I had to make the alarm go off a second time.

Now it gets kind of funny, the comes over with the hand wands and starts scanning me after making me stand on a square right out in the open….and of course he gets to my genital area and the thing goes crazy…and he asks me what it is …so I tell him its body jewellery, and that its not removable, so he scans me again and from the rear again and he asked me what sort…so I then tell him it’s a stainless steel penis cage that can not be removed, lol and the guy almost starts panicking, I could tell by his manner he was pretty new to the job, and he actually said to me, “I am not sure what to do!!” I said to him that I called the office in Canberra and they just said that you might have to inspect it or whatever…so anyway he scampers off and leaves me standing in the middle of the airport, no one actually supervising me…in the open…sort of looking stupid!! With my hands up in the air, which I subsequently lowered. Ironically by this stage I was not the slightest bit nervous rather the quantrary I was actually starting to enjoy the experience, I hadn’t been shot, no one had ridiculed me, and on the whole it was good to nearly have it done and over with. Also now I was standing there was nothing I could do other than see it through…it was like passing through a one way door…so I just relaxed

So over comes the security guard accompanied by two really big burly bald guys….and they lead me off to a room, I had to ask them to pick up my stuff that was still piled up on the conveyer having gone through the xray….the head guy did not seem all that impressed, but all very professional…

Next thing they have me sign this form that gives my consent to being searched, I duly filled it in and then I looked at the guy and said, wouldn’t it just be easier if I showed you what it is…the two senior guys said yep that would indeed make things easier….so then I have these three guys circling me waiting for me to drop my pants…and its really really close quarters as it’s a small room… I said….guys (laughing a bit nervously) it’s a bit embarrassing having three men staring at my crotch…and I kid you not the two big guys turned absolutely in synchronisation as if on poles to face the other direction saying that’s ok we won’t watch….so I was left with just the one guy….the original inexperienced guy looking expectantly down.

I undid my buckle and flopped it out…I even pulled it down a bit and to the side so he could clearly see the cock being impaled by the steel rod disappearing inside. I am not exaggerating, I saw the blood drain away from his face, the two senior guys said are you satisfied its ok…the poor guys stammered….he said…yes, yes….completely satisfied!!! It was so comical I was so tempted to laugh and I did end up having a giggle with the senior guy as I did my pants up. They actually ended up apologising to me for detaining me…and he said, you aren’t the first and nor will you be the last!!, at which point they let me go…it just took a while to get dressed which was when the senior guy also seemed a lot more relaxed….and I joked about what I was going to be allowed to do with the caged cock at the other side of my trip.

So what transpired for the next three days was between my mistress and I, but the return journey was funny too although relatively uneventful. So here I sit, locked personally by my mistress for the very first time after using her cock for that last three days…I must admit mistress was far more generous than I expected…delightful. She will be sending the keys to the key lock and they will arrive in the next few days, however I also have a tamper tag in the keylock hence I have to wait until she says I can reminisce about the last three days. I must admit I am pretty horny thinking back, by the same token I don’t want to unlock and break the seal that was made by her…L It also makes me swell in my cage knowing how wet it makes her knowing that her cock is locked up.

On the way back, there is no so much to tell except the person was a woman, who did not bad an eyelid, although I did not tell her it was a penis cage only body jewellery, the guy that came over to scan me was a large black American, who when I told him it was body jewellery, broke into ridiculously loud laughter that made everyone turn around and look at us…its like WTF, anyway he just quickly scanned me and then sent me on my way, no fuss nothing!! 

I am not sure when I will come back to this blog again, a lot has happened over the last few years, clearly. Anyway I wanted to share this real story with you :) that is if anyone still reads this blog..though there has not been anything to read for such a long long time....

I will probably paste it into a chastity forum somewhere so someone might actually benefit from my experience

Obviously its not really about a wife led marriage any more....

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Airport Security with Steel cage

Sorry I have not written for so long, well so there are so many so much more prolific writers, there does not seem to be much point in my wanderings, still I am sure that many men can related to me... although not so many are fortunate enough to meet a special person as I have.

I thought I would write this while it was still fresh in my memory…

I am married, but I am married to a woman who has no interest in me sexually to the point where I have told her that I will have sexual relations with other people.

I have been engaging with a ……my mistress who lives in another part of the county for nearly three years. This last week I finally had the privilege of very special woman….not just meeting her though it was better described as an entwining, she is and will always be special...I truly wish that the last three days could repeat themselves indefinitely as it would be my heaven. Moments in time define lives..they are what define us, and I have many new definitions now to consider. Reality rarely exceeds expectations, with the exception of my mistress….:)

Anyway part of our thing is that she wanted me to wear the looker2 through airport security after being locked for 9 days to see her…

So here is a REAL experience of what happens when you go through airport security with a stainless steel cock cage attached to you.

One of the reasons why I write this is because when I searched, there are so MANY people who THINK they know but not any actual experiences about going through airport security and what happens when the beeper goes off…what follows IS what really does happen….(in both directions).
The great news is that it is not scary, in fact seriously I challenge you all to do this, as anyone who uses airport security and an excuse to unlock is quite simply using that as an excuse. I have to admit that I did ring the airport security prior and ascertained that there was NO WAY I would be denied flying, as we did agree that if there was any chance of being denied flying then we would not do this….:)


So I arrived at the airport….my looker 2 was in place, and had been so for 9 days….the keys were in a copper pipe with a hole drilled through, a padlock secured the keys to the looker 2 contained within the copper pipe which was placed in my check in luggage. Once the bag drop was completed….the unique keys to the looker 2 now existed within the belly of the aircraft that I had little choice to board.
How fun


Monday, June 25, 2012

Am I a slave

I wonder if anyone still reads this blog, its been so long since I wrote, I have forgotten about it, I am sure most of readers have as well. 

The interesting thing about chastity is that once bitten by the big its very very hard to let it go, even if your spouse really is not that into it…for a man with an extremely high sex driver, poking your cock into a conundrum is like a moth drawn to a flame. Its been a good 5 or 6 years now since I placed my first order for a CB3000.

I did end up purchasing a stainless steel device called a jailbird made by mature metal, and it is my current device. Sarah still remains pretty much indifferent although she is definitely dominant . What Sarah is really in need of is a slave that wants for nothing. 

Unfortunately I am not built that way, I can not serve with no expectation of reciprocation. If I work hard enough dammit I feel like I deserve some pussy!! Which is still a problem for me and for her. There are plenty of doms out there who would scorn indeed plenty on collar me who state “I am after a slave who has NO EXPECTATIONS” of reward, I think I know now what that really means, it’s a pretty tough call.

It would not take much for Sarah to dom me so that I would fill more fulfilled though, if I was not presented with a back each night with an expectation to rub it while she goes to sleep…even some verbal domination would be enough to tweek those flames, some form of acknowledgment. Surely even a slave can expect some acknowledgment….then the definition of SLAVE must be absolutely no reciprocation, no thanks and definitely no privileges like eating her cunt. Being a slave must mean that she only puts up with me being married to her, that she could have done a whole lot better than me, the privilege of being with her is enough, the privilege of holding her. Yet if she simply told me to do things because of my predicament this would be acknowledgment, but Sarah won’t even do that. Therefore I am relegated to slave status…reciprocation=zero

I can’t bring myself to watch femdom movies that depict snivelling fools grovelling to ‘goddess” without cringing a bit, I am not one of those people, I am just not built that way.  So I try and focus on the things that she does allow me. Sarah does allow me a fair bit of lee way in the morning (rarely at night though). I am allowed to rub her all over including her breasts…and of course touching her is pure heaven, but I am not permitted to give her an orgasm, I am not allowed to drift near her snatch, sometimes I try my luck of course but I am usually swatted away. Sometimes if I am lucky she will put my head in a headlock and my face gets pressed up inches away from her nipple. 

Usually after about a week after a stretch of no orgasm and of giving Sarah heaps of massages and attention I kind of start feeling full up and fed up at which point I will ask Sarah if I can have a stretch (our word for me having a spurt with no sex). Usually after a few days of pestering I will be allowed to remove the cage and put a condom on and Sarah will let me rub my cock on her bottom until I cum and these days I am expected to pretty much put the cage straight back on. Sarah does not ask me to, I just do it and she expects it. She does not hold the key (this again would involve too much effort on her part), the key is actually on my bed side table hence there is still a certain amount of will power involved. After a Stretch though I usually feel appropriately pathetic ..and usually wish I hadn’t. But after a week I can start getting very fructuous, I have no idea how some people can go so long without cuming, even after all these years of chastity, two weeks is still my best effort, and even then it was a bit of a disappointment, after two weeks the dream sort of dies and the orgasm with it. One week seems to be a sweet spot for me anyway, after a week an orgasm feels awesum even if it does make one feel pathetic.

I am still not sure if I am cut out to be a slave which is probably why I describe myself as a switch, because I actually like to do the fucking sometimes…and I like to tease and deny …and I really love seeing a woman’s eyes glaze over. Interestingly when we do fuck, Sarah once aroused actually enjoys to be really fucked…and not that gently….this just not happen very often though, once every other week if I am fortunate (I guess many “slaves” would consider themselves VERY fortunate with this regularity, maybe I am just being greedy!! ) Given my system is usually “full” on these rare occasions, a good fucking becomes a challenge because I dare not cum early and not masturbating for a week then being expected to thrust quickly is like a hair trigger!!. 

The life with Sarah feels like I am by default ending up as what can be called “a slave”, what so many men seem to think they want….and I still fight it!!! Am I a slave? Should I just accept it…accept that I will receive no accolade for accomplishments, I will give her endless massages and attentions for these titbits of pleasure. Maybe I need a good slapping for expecting too much (actually that would be attention wouldn’t it)

So why do I do this, well because I am a moth drawn to a flame, and Sarah is Happier, I just wish that this dynamic if you can call it that made her happy enough to want let me give her a orgasm, or have more physical interaction in whatever form it took.

For the gear heads, I discovered fairly early on that the jailbird after a few days its not very secure in that with some effort one can  shake the shit out of it and you can cum inside the jailbird.  If anyone is interested in in how I solved this problem, its not that new but basically I took some chain and threaded it through a old leather belt (they usually have two layers), padlocked the chain at the back just above my arse crack and threaded the chain down and padlock to bottom of the cage making the cock  permanently pointed own. I also attached a small metal plate from the cage to the middle of the belt just below my belly button making it impossible to pull out…so what is virtually a open  full belt the good thing about this is that the “security belt” can be removed completely independently of the cock cage, its only really necessary when I am not near Sarah. I can’t really shake the shit out of the cage when I am lying in bed with her so I can take the security belt off at night. I have tried and tried to come in this getup and I assure you its not possible. Perhaps with a giant vibrator, but I don’t have one of those. I do worry if I ever have a accident or if I have to go to a hospital what they would say, also I am sure they see stranger things in emergency than a belt that cant come off and a cock cage.  Its even comfortable enough to ride a bike in (current health kick is to ride my bike 12KM/day)
If anyone is interested I will try and check my comments and I can send pics of how it was constructed. I do feel a comfort when wearing it, every cage I have owned, CB3K, CB6K and jailbird I could cum by shaking it. Wearing a cage where you can cum if you really want to is one thing but being absolutely unable to cum no matter how hard you try is a whole new thing and trust me I have tried….even better it cost a whole $18 in materials to make

I doubt I will update this blog again for some time, because I am still very busy with our not so new business which is still doing well…J But yeah I am still around…and there are so many other bloggers with too much time on their hands…more time than I have ...and so pictorial these days.....unlike this boring old word is my arse...and you try taking a pic of your own arse with a phone cam

Take care….