A Curve and P.A.

I am a UK sub-tv in my mid-thirties in a fun and active kinky relationship. As you can see by the picture that comes along with this text I wear a modified Curve device and p.a. piercing. I had shopped around a for a chastity device a long time before getting the p.a. piercing done and decided, along with my partner "F", that purchasing a curve wasn't too over the top. We had tried several home made devices which had all failed hopelessly.

Unfortunately, after the curve's arrival my problems weren't solved. I am a shrinker/grower with a much larger erect size than flaccid and although I filled the curve when I was (trying to get..) exited, most of the time I was only 1/2 way down the tube. For those of you who are considering buying one of these things I really think considering the appearance of it under clothing is needed. The thing stood out a mile and there was no way my partner or I wanted people staring down there at the huge bulge it made. I took out my hack saw and carefully sawed out a wedge of the main tube. Then I sanded it down and used some Araldite glue to make my shortened version. It's a good join and as secure as the original tube. Now when I am flaccid I sit up against the end and when I strain to get hard the cuff tries to push itself down my shaft. Even in it's shortened state it still made a large bulge in anything but baggy trousers. I now wear it combined with some "Shapewear" style knickers (the sort that are designed to pull in women's tummys) that pull it in and down between my legs just a little. Problem part one dealt with.

Problem part two was not so easy to deal with. I could pull out of the curve. I tried some of the anti-pull out methods described on this website and others. None of them worked. I found a no.3 main ring about right to hold my penis in. Any smaller and the blood supply to my nads/shaft was cut off. Any bigger and I could easily get out. However, as soon as my mind was off the device and I was fully flaccid I could get a finger in to the top of the tube and pull myself out. After a break-in week or two of using the curve my ball sack has stretched considerably too. This also seemed to aid in my easy escape. I could do the dirty deed and push myself back in afterwards. Pulling out was a major problem. The only solution I could think of that would definitely work was a p.a. F was at first not into the idea of a p.a. "mutilating" me so I left things for a while and we were both left feeling disappointed with the curve. I experimented with variations of ideas to stop the pull-out without success and began to browse pages of much more expensive belts knowing that F would not approve of money wasted on another "failed device".

I then looked at Lori's devices in more detail and read up piercing. The idea of getting a p.a. grew on F. After a while considering getting the piercing done I finally got round to it a few of months ago. I highly recommend a p.a. to anyone seriously considering it and wish I'd got it done sooner! The actual piercing itself was more of an unusual shock than a painful one. I had mine done by Louise at the Manchester Piercing Studio on Oxford Rd, Manchester. She was very clean, professional and is highly experienced. I am only mildly in to pain in the kinky fun I have enjoy with F. A good spanking and some stinging bum cheeks the next day are fine for me and teach me a lesson if the house work isn't done. However, about 10 minutes after the p.a. I was not in pain but high as a kite on endorphins like I have not felt before. Although the p.a. will be my one and only piercing it gave me an insight in to why people get in this or more serious pain fun. OK, p.a. done and a week or so of some painful/uncomfortable trips to the toilet to follow. After that I am the proud owner of a ring through my end. After about a month I felt that I was fully healed inside and popped myself back in my curve. Now I have one lock in the normal place and an extra one through the ring of my p.a. Problem two solved.

Problem three is chaffing. As I now have the p.a. I have the luxury of choosing a bigger back ring as I can't get out anyway. I have switched to the largest No1 ring and even though this pinches my balls the least of any, I still have a problem with chaffing around the hinge of the ring on the underside of my balls. After my first week long stretch in the curve F took me out one night for a clean and a little teasing. "Ouch" she said when she checked me over. I had felt some stinging on my underside but hadn't checked it out properly. She had me look in the mirror at it and I had a very angry looking weeping spot where the hinge had been rubbing on my sack. The curve was off for a while for me to heal up. This problem has now been solved by a combination of plasters/medical 3M tape around the ring and careful regular inspection.

So overall I would suggest any cuff-style device (CB-2000, Curve, whatever) is going to cause problems of some sort with many users. Now on to the fun part of my writing to let you know of the benefits of finally getting chastity to work..

I'm a lucky man/girl. F keeps me locked and provides me with regular teasing and an occasional release of fluid. In return she is assured that all of my seed is for her and gets an attentive, loving and caring partner (who actually enjoys doing the cleaning whilst dressed as a maid!). I am in a love/hate relationship with this thing on my shaft and tell now of one of the most erotic times that happened to me.

It was Saturday night. I had been en-femme since Friday afternoon when I had arrived home from work and was proud to say that the house was spotless and F was happy. I had cooked her favourite meals for the last few days and given her a handful of long slow massages followed by some special kisses downstairs. It had been almost a month since my last release. My balls were bursting and had been feeling heavy and aching with fullness from about and hour after the last time I had cum. Even though I had spurted out a huge amount on my last release it still felt that there was several loads still inside.

F had been hinting for the last few days that I might get release this weekend and I had cheekily been hinting too that I really needed it. F's needs and my aching full balls were truly ruling my mind.

I was bobbing about in the kitchen when F called me in to the living room. "I think you better get yourself fixed on the bed upstairs." I grinned at her and with only a happy, slightly giddy, "Thank you" I was on my way up.

Although I get cleaned up and teased regularly by F she can't be bothered with making me secure and knows that I must do it properly myself or the key to my locks doesn't appear. It's an easy choice. I was upstairs in a flash and pulled out the two long silk scarves that are left half way down the bed sides. I go under the bed and pull out the two sets of handcuffs we own. Each cuff goes around the bed post at the top of the bed. I sit in the middle and tie a scarf around each knee then lean back and click each cuff shut. The keys are simply on floor at the foot of the bed. There I am lying on my back, arms locked out above my head and legs splayed apart. My cock begins to strain in it's a cage. I wait. And I wait. I wait some more... "grrr" I am thinking, "please come up those stairs and get this cage off me soon!" I am having erotic thoughts of the events which may happen in the near future.

After around 15 minutes I hear F coming up the stairs. "Oooh hello" she says as she enters "been on the 'phone to my sister.

"Because this is house clean, because my back and feet are feeling nicely rubbed and because you are a dirty tart you get to have a little fun tonight." F looked down at the obvious bulge under my skirt and my cock struggled to get hard inside it's cage. She lifted my skirt and produced the key to my 2 locks from her pocket. Sitting at the edge of the bed she then popped the locked around my p.a. followed by the lock holding both parts of the curve together. The expansion of my cock pulled the device apart and with a little help from F in removing the ring from around my balls I was free. Phew!

"First things first. We needs to get it freshened up a little" and with that F left the room. On return I am given a soap up and rinse off (Sometimes F shaves around the odd bits I cannot reach). It feels great to have my cock out in the open and to feel F's hand's washing it clean.

F then lays the soap, towel and water bowl to one side for me to clean up later and begins stroking around but not on my rigid member. I am dying for her to put her hand around it and start to pump me off. But this doesn't happen! She strokes around me. I am so hard! I really need her to get her hand on my shaft.

This when F knows she has total control over me. I am aching and in desperate need of something only she can give. In the next few minutes I make a few promises. The stroking around but not on my shaft continues. A couple of my promises are chores she wants doing. I promise to get a couple of DIY jobs done in the next week. The other promises I make are more fun ones for both of us. I promise to wear my maid's uniform 2 nights during next week and one night next weekend. I promise to iron and wash and clean (Jobs I would avoid when not being kinky that I actually enjoy being "forced" to do in a uniform!)

Slowly as I make my promises her fingers begin to touch my genitals. At first she weighs my balls, commenting on their size and weight. I mention that they ache which puts a smile on her face. Then she puts her gentle hand around my shaft and pumps my rock hard cock from top to bottom. Once.

Yep, once. She stands back and watches it twitch.

"At least it smells nice and fresh eh?" she thinks she's hilarious and looks like she's going to have a fit of the giggles.

I am smiling too and I love the tease, but inside me I really think it's time she actually did the job on me and gave me release. I ache.

"I'll pop back up in a bit when you're soft and pop your tube back on" and with that she leaves the room. I hear the tv go on downstairs and ponder my fate.

Later, after being put back in the cage (a small struggle and two stage process as I became exited as soon as she came near me later), I am left to get my uniform off and shower. During the night I stroke the very base of my shaft in frustration.

Sunday night comes along and tonight I really think that this must be the night. I have never gone over a month before and I am at 28 days tonight. Again my cock has been released but I am standing up in the hallway. My hands are cuffed above me on the stair rails and I teeter on my heels. As F's teasing began I have been told what a slut and pervert I am and have recited the promises I made the previous night. However, there is another promise I have made. F knows I have fantasies about swallowing my own cum. She also knows it's a great way to remind me that she is in charge after I cum. She has made me eat it before and she knows I think it's disgusting and don't want to do it after I cum. She also knows the threat of it is a great thrill for me.

I have a cock gag in my mouth with a hole down it that she can inject the cum down. She has a cup ready to catch it in and an old large syringe (that came with some ink refills) to suck it up and inject it down my throat. After a short amount of teasing I have gladly promised that if I cum without her permission I will swallow every last drop by way of an apology. I am also importantly made aware that if I do not tell warn her of my orgasm coming I get locked up for a full month minimum with no teasing at all. This woman does not want any of my seed wasted.

I look across from the stairs in to the mirror at the end of the hall. I see a maid, teetering on her heels, gagged and with a beautiful woman on her knees infront of her. I see her reach for a bottle of baby oil and drizzle it on my rock hard length.

She begins to slide here hand up and down me. Lightly and slowly. I am already bursting to explode but I just want my relief without the mouthful of salty frogspawn at the end of it!

"I'll let you know when you have permission to cum you total slut" she says. I can't see her face but I know she's grinning through her words by the sound of her voice.

The pumping increases ever so slightly. "I need to come now!" I plead. She stops and grabs the cup to catch my juices. I am on the edge and manage to hold in. I go dizzy.

She leaves me for one minute and comes back from the kitchen with a drink. Then the teasing starts again. She reminds me several times that I must wait for her permission and I look on in the mirror at the maid getting her reward.

The pumping varies and keeps me close to the edge. I beg to cum. "Please let me do it now. I don't think I can hold much longer."

F laughs and reaches for the baby oil. An evil smile looks up at me and instead of easing off or letting go she grabs me with both hands. One hand holds my balls down at the bottom of my shaft and the other, dripping with a fresh squirt of baby oil, firmly and quickly pumps up and down on me. I don't have a chance. Within 5 seconds I know I am beyond the point of no return and she has cruelly reminded me of who is in charge by deliberately making me cum without permission.

The explosion rips me apart and I feel my balls empty like a hose pipe over and over again.

In to the cup F has waiting for every last drop..

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