First thing is I'm appalled at myself. It seems hardly possible but it's been almost twenty months since I last posted. Not far off two years.
Why have I left it so long?
I have no idea.
It wasn't intentional but sometimes life just gets in the way. More to the point while male chastity is fun and exciting, even after a decade or more, it's like any aspect of a relationship and becomes the norm.
It would be impossible to live life at full throttle in any endeavour. So, life goes on, John remains in chastity, and twenty months pass just like that (I do know he's not been allowed to orgasm since I wrote that post, so I expect the time has gone more slowly for him than it has for me).
In fact the reason I'm posting now is I've serendipitously had a few emails recently asking about John and the caning bench I've mentioned before.
After popular demand, then, here it is...
The notorious caning bench
John has spent many a happy hour over this. Well, I was happy about it, at least
John made it himself to his own design, although that was guided by my own requirements. They were simple and boiled down to just two criteria:
- It must be inescapable once you're over it.
- You must be able to secure yourself without my help
The reason for the first is obvious; the reason for the second less so until you understand the dynamic in which we use it.
I have a series of blog posts to write on this topic so I'll keep the details brief here.
When John's due a caning I instruct him to wait for me on the bench, and that necessarily means securing himself over it. It's easier than it sounds. The ankles and right wrist are easily done, and the left one he secures with a padlock he's able to close with one hand while wearing the cuff.
The upshot is once he's clicked it shut, he's there for the duration, however long that is (he WhatsApps a trusted friend because if I was to drop dead with him on the bench there's no way he'd get off it. Echoes of Steven King here, I'm sure).
It takes him about ten minutes to get into position although I generally make him wait longer than this. Typically I'll potter around doing things for half an hour or so before going through to the room where he is, although once I went into town and did some shopping — he wasn't too happy at being left for two hours, but that's how it goes when you submit to another's authority.
Once I'm in the room I'll pick the cane up from the stand, tell him how many strokes he's due (generally 60), ask him if he's ready, and then I begin.
There's no warm up and my first stroke is as hard as the last, unless he starts begging for mercy in which case I remind him this is a punishment and cane him even harder.
It's strict and formal with no frills or softness about it. More about this in another post because I found it difficult at first and went easy on him.
Over time I've realised letting him off easy is counterproductive. It's what he wants in the moment, although while he never complains about it I do know he's been disappointed in the past when I've relented and stopped before I'd delivered every stroke.
So now the rule is I don't stop until I've delivered them all, no matter what. I've not had to gag him yet but I think I probably would if he whined too much.
OK, that's it for now.
I just wanted to break the silence and get back into the swing of posting. I'll make it a more regular thing from now.
