shychina The seven-day trial
The meaning of being caged. Day 1: 11 April 2013, 5pm Today I borrowed a CB-6000 from a friend. A sub whom I had helped with rope bondage and amateur…
The meaning of being caged. Day 1: 11 April 2013, 5pm Today I borrowed a CB-6000 from a friend. A sub whom I had helped with rope bondage and amateur photographs suggested I try it out. He bought the device himself and offered to lend me one for trial, suggesting that I attempt to beat his record of seven full days in chastity. Driven partly by curiosity and partly by ego at my ability to meet his dare, I took the device home this morning. It was fitted hastily at 5pm. I had no prior experience with it beyond knowing what a chastity device is. Since the unit came without instructions on how to put it on, I figured out roughly how to do it myself.
Inserting wasn’t easy; it rolled up my uncut foreskin, exposing my slightly sensitive head. The device felt odd at first and rather bulky under my bermudas, making me self-conscious. The first half hour was a major effort in keeping from getting semi-hard underneath the PVC shell. This might be because my exposed head was rubbing against the inside of the device. It didn’t help that I wasn’t shaved; rushing to get it on meant some hairs got jammed and locked between the skin and the unit. The warm weather added discomfort, with the device cramping things up between my scrotum and shaft. Feeling rather sticky down below.
I was very self-conscious when an unexpected visitor came by while I still had the new device locked in place. Constantly fidgeting to ensure it wasn’t showing through my bermudas. I also felt the urge to pee, wondering how to go about it. Usually on normal days, I need to tuck up my skin a few times to make sure the folds don’t cause urine to fall back onto my pants. With this device, though, I’m not too sure if I can even urinate properly, especially since my skin had rolled all the way back; experience tells me that in this position it is bound to spray everywhere. I decided to take a shower instead; if I make a mess at least I get to wash it off.
8:30pm. Three and a half hours have passed, and the constant semi-stiffness seems to be taking its toll on my scrotum; I can feel it becoming rather uncomfortable and stretched. Pressing on but really wondering how people live with such devices day in and day out. Decided to google for more info. Found Denying Thumper’s blog, which has a quick and easy guide for beginners. Realized the “sock method” of insertion.
At 11:30pm, I decided to unlock myself and used that method to unroll my foreskin so it would reduce friction on my sensitive head. It might also help me pee better in the coming days, besides addressing all those stuck pubic hairs. Since I didn’t have any legging stockings, I used a small plastic bag instead. Big mistake as the bag stuck to both my skin and the inner lining of the CB 6000. Ended up feeling like I almost tore my cockskin along the way. Nevertheless, glad to have my exposed head covered again by my foreskin.
The device proved far more difficult to endure through the night. It kept me sleepless due to constant tugging under my scrotum. To keep my mind off it, I decided to read up on it further, which led to signing up for a forum. Each time I moved, the unit seemed to press hard against my sacs, causing drops of precum to appear at the tip of my shaft. Didn’t manage to get any sleep on night one. Sigh.
By daybreak, my scrotums were hurting much from all that stretching.