Arrival of the CB3000

The box arrived on June 9, about 45 days after the order was placed. It was marked, “Plastic artifact: sample,” apparently to satisfy customs. The sender’s address was in India. The box was packed like something a ten-year-old would do. I opened it.

I sorted the parts. The miniscule padlock was made in China. This did not bode well. I threw the wrapping into the trash. I washed the parts with soap and hot water. In the kitchen I filled a saucepan with water, and dropped all pieces into it, then turned on the heat under the pan. After boiling them for about ten minutes I removed them, and washed them in rubbing alcohol. I laid them out on a clean cloth.

The center post that holds the ring and the cage together has the hole through which the lock goes. In the process of punching this hole the tip of the post became distorted. Consequently, none of the four center (locking) posts would go through the appropriate hole in the cage part. This required garage adjustment number one, then back to the bedroom.

While trying to assemble it, I tried to slip a spacer onto the center post without success. The spacers’ hole was too small. Here came garage adjustment number two. I searched in my drill bit set for a bit that was just slightly larger than the hole. I had hell of a time holding the small plastic thing between one forefinger and thumb against the drill. The bit grabbed it out of my hand repeatedly. Finally I came up with a way to do it without destroying it or my fingers. I drilled all six pieces. Alas, the hole was still not big enough. I managed to find a slightly larger bit, and repeated the process. This time I had a good fit.

I cleaned up the parts, and laid them out on the bed.

She asked me whether I had tried to install the device. I said no. She said to go ahead with installing it. I tested the fit by starting with the next to smallest of the five rings. Skipped two, and tried the next to the largest. Still too small. I finally settled on the largest hinged ring. I suppose one or both of my balls would squeeze through under some circumstances, but the smaller one was just too snug for longer than potentially several hours that I was anticipating. The five spacers and the three center posts offered a number of fitness between the two rings to make it difficult or impossible to remove, and definitely impossible to replace without unlocking the padlock through the center post hole. I chose a distance of about 5/8 inch, provided by the two largest spacers. All was well so far.

She had me put the set together and install it in the evening after we had showered. Wisely she allowed me to use a small latch instead of the padlock for this initial period. It is now early morning. I have had several erections during the night, but none of the ball-pinching problems that the CB2000 caused in the past. Aside from the bulk and occasional need to adjust my balls, the CB3000 device is rather comfortable. In cold weather my balls tend to migrate upward in a futile attempt to return into my body, and my cock shrinks to a ridiculously small size. With the CB2000 I had to decrease the space between the ring and the cage to about 3/8 inch, which in turn put a very painful strain on my balls and sack in cold weather. Since the weather has been warm lately, I don’t know how this CB3000 will fare under the circumstances. For now it is doing well.

With the CB2000, due to its construction, urinating was a relatively messy affair best performed while sitting. About the only time I stood was when in a public restroom. At home I sit anyway, but with that cage on it was a necessity to avoid pissing on everything around me. I have not tried standing with the CB3000, but the stream as I sit appears straight, only partly drippy because of the PA ring, which has nothing to do with the cage. In addition, with the 2000 I had to drop the entire set of balls, cock and cage into the bathroom sink and splash water all over it after urination. With the 3000 there is no need to be so vigorous, since the urine does not splash all over the cage.

I miss the open design of the 2000, since my skin does not get to breathe as much, so long term wear may not be as benign with the 3000.

Later this morning we were having coffee and discussing what I might be doing later in line of work. I had some hard labor in mind, she had other ideas. I will be cleaning the kitchen, hall, and the powder room. They are all rather large, so it’s not a matter of a few minutes work. After breakfast I attended to our animals feeding, and then began the work. She wanted to make sure that I remember her, so she attached and locked a padlock to the PA ring. At first it was sexy and erotic. After a while it was painful, as in tearing the flesh.

It took about an hour to move stuff such as furniture, and things left on the floor, into the living room, so that I could begin on the aforementioned floors. I cleaned the powder room toilet first. Then vacuumed all the floors of ceramic tile. This was followed by mopping the same, and concluded with scrubbing the pedestal sink in the powder room. There were some carpeted areas to vacuum clean, and then move all the furniture and stuff back where they were.

She had other chores for me that required going outside the house. For those I had to put on my jogging shorts, and then take the same off upon returning inside.

Later she attached a piece of acrylic ornament to the weight on my PA ring. It looks something that would hang from a chandelier. The combined weight increased the tearing pain. I went with that until late afternoon when she removed the acrylic weight, but left the heavy padlock on.

A Bit of Tit Play

We were at the hardware store yesterday. I was buying material and tools for the roof job. MW was, as usual, in the garden department loading up on plants. She needed some tool for an art project, so we walked into the tools section to find it. On the way out I noticed her picking up a pair of small spring clamps. I did not think much of it at the time. She is an artist, and that sort of thing comes in handy with her many projects.

Late in the evening we were watching a movie that we have seen a number of times before. We enjoyed it, but neither of us was too involved in it. She asked,

“Where did you put the greenies?”

She often likes to ask obscure questions like that, and expects me to figure out what she means. You know me, I did not have a clue.

“Define greenies, please.”

After a few more similar questions and answers I finally remembered that the clamps that she bought had green plastic coating on them. I told her where I left them. She got up and went to retrieve them.

The funny thing about clamps is that they automatically draw my attention to their potential for use on my tits. I actually tested these one of these evil little things on my forefinger as I was unloading the truck when we returned from the hardware store. It was just too damned tight, and I had no desire to test it for real.

After she returned with the clamps she set next to me and began to play with them. I guessed what she had on her mind, so I commented,

“Those are too tight for what you want to use them.”

She did not respond, and was obviously pursuing her plan in her mind.

I thought about it: I know they are too damn tight, but what if she really wants to try them on me? If I refuse, I might set her back with her confidence, and it would be a demonstration of my lack of serious commitment. I turned to lie on my back next to her, and closed my eyes to avoid seeing when she would execute her plan.

“Aren’t you interested in the movie?” she asked.

"I am, but I am also trying to make myself available for you. It’s obvious that you want to try them on me.”

All this time I was trying not to show a reaction to what I assumed was about to happen. But you know the little guy, he has his own mind. He practically waved at her and yelled, “Hey, here I am! Come and get me.”

In a few seconds she had a clamp on one of my nipples. It was bad. It was worse than any other clamp that she had used before. I barely managed my composure while I waited for the other tit to be equally abused. I did not have to wait long. She appeared happy with the response from the little guy, for she went to get the camera. While I was busy trying to deal with the pain, that little creep was having a great time. Actually, after a few minutes my tit pain began to turn into a burning pain, so even the little schmuck had enough. This was evidenced by his turning into less of a hard guy. She snapped some pictures a little after his peak.

I wished that MW would play with him. He was more than ready, but no, she was interested only in the tit pain.

She removed the clamps. You know how the pain suddenly peaks at that point. Well, it did on both of my little nubs. My cock suddenly came back to full glory as a result. I just don’t know where he gets these weird cravings. It’s like I have to supply all his fun through my pain. You know, it’s the old “it hurts me more than it hurts you” thing. Selfish bastard!

MW massaged my nipples, then surprised me with another jolt of pain by snapping the clamp on with a fraction of a second motion. She waited for me to adjust, and no doubt, suffer in anticipation for the next one to come. It did come in a similar fashion. In a minute or so the pain turned into numbness, and I was OK. Then she began to run her hand over my chest pulling my skin in different directions. This caused the clamps to aggravate the condition and impart fresh pain. From time to time she dragged her hand over the clamps to make the feeling even more intense. She pressed her hands on the clamps and asked me questions. I had a hard time answering. She knew what she was doing.

She is not a cruel person. She is definitely not cruel enough for my taste when it comes to playing like this. She could have caused more pain if she had wanted. A few minutes later she removed the clamps, then massaged my poor tits. She asked me again about why I got on my back and closed my eyes. I explained that even though I thought the clamps to be too severe for me, I wanted to be sure that she knew my dedication to her. I wanted her to know that I would not refuse anything that she would want to do to me. She responded by saying that she already knew that. Is not she great?