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Since I’ve received so many kind responses to my introduction, I decided to share how my weekend in chastity concluded yesterday. Unlike some others here, I can manage Friday afternoon through Sunday afternoon sessions or week-long stay-at-home vacations (I have plenty of vacation days each year). I’m not fond of cameras, but we finally seem to have found decent batteries for my small Kodak, so hopefully the Mrs will capture photos of me bound in my gear and steaming. Yesterday (Sunday), with the kids—my son at 19 and daughter at 25—all away, I had been wearing my Exobelt X1 since Friday afternoon. Last week, I did some self-bondage using my MEO Self Bondage Time Lock (the ice device) in the cool cellar, but this time I opted to do the bondage without it so the Mrs could release me (in more ways than one). I gathered up my toys and then asked the Mrs for the keys. I removed the Exobelt, cleaned myself and the belt, and put on a 1 7/8” ring around my entire package along with a 1 1/4” ring all the way down the shaft. I tied the rings together using a nice piece of stretchy shoelace. Hands off the package now, I headed quickly to the cellar. Down in the cellar, I set up my toys. My Clejuso middleweight handcuffs with a 10” solid bar were still attached to a wooden spreader and the one-foot chain that would be padlocked to the ceiling eyebolt. Now I added some new elements I hadn’t used before; I’m always tweaking and improving after testing a basic setup. The Darby style neck collar went on next. Attached to its ring is a set of Hiatt leg irons, which fit above my elbows so perfectly that I don’t need the key. I just wiggle into them and I’m locked in. The middle of the leg iron chain is quick-linked to the collar ring. Then, checking everything’s position, I turn on the stereo for background music (satellite radio mellow techno & dance). I switch off all the lights since I’ll be in the dark shortly anyway. Next up are the other toys: first a soft leather blindfold with two straps and a soft piece of sock over the eye opening. The sock provides comfort and light blockage. On top goes my (sub shop) 12-strap purple trainer with panel-style ball gag. I only need to fasten the main strap since all others are preset. The reason the blindfold goes on first is that darn ring positioned between the eyes and slightly up. Without the soft blindfold, I get a headache after a while, so the cushioning helps greatly. Of course, this allows me to ratchet the gag good and tight. The blindfold and gag are adjusted so my nose stays clear for breathing; if needed, I can breathe around the 1 3/4” ball. I can also swallow by pushing the ball out slightly with my tongue. If it were a 2” ball, I might struggle. The neck collar is already on, so I wiggle my elbows into their irons. Next, I close and double-lock the handcuffs. There’s just enough chain for me to grab the end, hook the padlock, and then reach up to lock the chain to the eyebolt. There I am. Naked and full of desire. My wrists are 10” apart and angled upward toward the ceiling. When I try to move my head back, my elbows get a tug. I can’t see and can only “mmph” in my gag. The mellow music plays softly in the background. Escape is impossible; masturbation is out. My male appendage could serve as a hammer at this point. The Mrs stopped by to check on my predicament, give me a stroke, and then left. I was helpless. I don’t tie my legs because tying them together or using a spreader bar causes aches after a while, and I didn’t know how long the session would last! I pushed, shoved, and humped into thin air. No satisfaction for Richie here. I drifted off thinking of sexy pictures I’d seen. I gave in to submission by the unyielding metal (I love metal especially during hot summer days). Subspace, loss of time, and reality were mine. Just like a mini-vacation. After quite some time, the Mrs came down and started teasing. She has small hands and knows exactly what to do with them. Some slippery lotion was applied, and up, down, and all around went her little hand and fingers. She knows when I’m about to blow, so she plays Stop and Go for a good while. It’s lucky that the chain, padlock, and metal restraints are high quality or they would break. After an unknown period of exquisite torture with no control on my part, I explode. After all the straining and stiffening, I’m exhausted in a wonderful way. The Mrs hands me the padlock key, and I reach up to unlock the chain from the ceiling and remove the toys. A perfect Sunday afternoon. I wish the Mrs had female friends so she could show them off while I was helpless. I wasn’t lost watching TV sports or down at the bar on a Sunday. I’m relaxing and probably getting some good exercise too. It will be at least 2 weeks before I can get another real two-day weekend as things are busy in summer on Cape Cod. I’ll use this time to try a new setup or tweak things for that wonderful next occasion when the chastity device comes off and the Lust Monster is let loose. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but thinking about it now, if a photo had been taken during all of this, I wouldn’t be in chastity anymore. If this is meant to be a journal, it will be sporadic, but it seemed like the right place for this. When my Locked In Steel belt arrives, I’ll definitely add more to this thread. I currently have another thread called “Locked In Steel Adventure Begins” over at Bound Forum on this topic. That site is where I got the link here. My typing binge is finally over; now I need to read the news and then return to enjoy others’ adventures and fun. Remember to do as my signature says!…:wink: