My girlfriend and I have been dabbling in chastity play for quite a while. Last year, I wore my CB6000 for roughly six months with routine releases until life circumstances forced me to switch jobs. We paused our games last October until I got settled at the new office. A few weeks ago we agreed to restart, and last Sunday morning she brought it over in the bath.
We’ve always played a twist on the dice game. Once the chastity belt is locked tight, she ducks into the bathroom with two dice. She multiplies the numbers they land on to calculate how many days I’ll be locked up—up to 36 days max. She can add a delay of up to 7 days for any reason (making it 43). My longest stint was 38 days, which was quite a challenge. On release day, there’s lots of fun followed by one night free from the cage before being locked in again the next morning.
Early last Sunday, after she had secured the padlock firmly, she pulled a small plastic bag from my desk drawer. It bore the logo of a toy shop. “Oh, what’s this? New dice?” I asked. “Yes, how did you know?” she mused, then emptied them onto the desk. There were about twenty in total, all different shapes and sizes: regular cubes, tetrahedrons, pentagonal trapezohedrons, octahedrons, and icosahedrons. I was impressed (see photo, Then she put them back in the bag and said, “Choose two then.”
I picked a pentagonal trapezohedron and an icosahedron. For those who don’t have Wikipedia at their fingertips, that’s a 10-sided die and a 20-sided one off she went to roll them. Not long after, she returned, checking my diary.
That was the last I heard about my release day until last night when she mentioned the dice showed an 8 and a 19. “Can you make it that long?” she muttered sarcastically. Unsure of my multiplication tables offhand, I thought: Eight times nineteen… twice is 38, three times is fifty-seven, four times… eight times nineteen equals one hundred and fifty-two. Or five months!
After some cuddles and support, I agreed to the challenge. The mere idea has been on my mind all day. This means no orgasm until after September 5th.
Here are a few questions from us both; we’ll likely have more as time goes on:
- At what point will my mind explode?
- What’s the best technique for removing, washing, and re-fitting the CB6000 safely while his hands are tied? And does ice really work? Won’t the ice stick to him like a cold popsicle on your tongue?
It is certainly an adventure. I’m glad we’re facing it together. Tony