17.0407-0800 Constant state of sexual tension
<hr><hr>
@23.0924-1411.09atx
<hr>
Dear Marla,
I feel my sexuality slip away as I get older.
My orgasms are simply not as good as they used to be, and I have lost much of my drive to have them. I am simply not all that aroused anymore.
I miss the virility of my youth.
I think that might be why I like wearing dildoes so much. It revitalizes my sexual energy.
The thing with wearing dildoes in a chastity belt is that they trap me in a state of constant horniess from _which I cannot escape_ without the key. The real bitch is that they are _usually_ not quite enough to get me to orgasm. If I have an orgasm while on duty during the day, it will cost me a few HITEz so I am trying to learn how to control them. It's not easy and I'm generally not very successful at preventing them. It's a constant struggle.
Near the end of my time with Frank, and while I still had money to burn, I bought a nice chastity belt constructed of plastic-covered steel cables, locking steel joint plates and a vaginal shield with an electric clitoral vibrator. Chastity belts, generally, are not particularly comfortable. This cable design is a little better than the others. I can wear it longer. It came with a few different types of plugs including some rather intimidating inflatables with bulb pumps. I especially like the ones with the ben-wa balls because they provide an insane, inescapable thrusting movement as I walk or do my chores. When I am vaccuming, for example, "Tom" and "Dick" are constantly reminding me that they are fucking me. (If you are wondering, "Harry" is my gag. Tom, Dick and Harry)
Unlike the bulky, conventional steel chastity belts, this wire belt flexes with my body movements, which makes it more comfortable to wear for longer periods of time, although it is far from perfect.
(I haven't tried the vibrator yet because I don't know how to hook it up to a battery. I'll ask James about this. I'm almost afraid of trying it because I know I won't be able to stave off orgasms then. It could be very HITEz-costly. :- )
I usually lock this belt on over my skinsuit after my morning shower. I put the keys to the belt and my skinsuit in a timer box and set it to open at 7pm for my evening shower.
All of my skinsuits have vaginal and anal "condoms" mounted in them to accomodate the plugs.
That's it. During my entire workshift I'm being "almost" raped by Tom, Dick and Harry. Horniness in my rubber becomes a way of life. It would be so kool to end it with, say, one-half hour with some sort of fucking machine!
Of course this gets old very quickly. Yeah, it's nice for a while but, inevitably, my mood shifts and I have had enough of edging all the time and big orgasms that I cannot not fight off. I'm done. I want Tom and Dick out of me! Now!
Of course, that's not going to happen. Initiating an emergency protocol to unlock the box prior to 7pm carries a very heavy cost in HITEz. A trip to the mailbox is also required to fetch the emergency key for the lock box.
I just have to suffer through it. The belt is not going to come off. Tom and Dick are with me for the duration. Deal with it, Thalia!
It's all a bit different with Harry (the gag). The general rule is that I should have a gag in my mouth _unless there is a plausible reason not to_. Safety is a serious consideration. I have a "law" that gags must be immediately removable _by me_ within 5 seconds. When put in an armbinder, fuckbox or other bondage, I may be gagged when under direct, uninterrupted supervision by Lorraine or James.
I don't know why but I crave the torture of non-stop edging even to the point of locking myself into my chastity belt with Tom and Dick. (Dick is the vaginal dildo. You figure out who Tom is. ;-) Once the key to my steel chastity belt is in a timer box set for 12 hours, my day will be sexually charged, whether I want it or not, which I do, even though I don't.
It is exactly the self-imposed torture of being trapped in that chastity belt with Tom and Dick fucking me non-stop -- even when I am not in the "mood" -- that Hevea craves.
In fact, it dawned on me the other day, that in reality, Hevea probably has some rather specialized masochistic tendancies.
I call this "The Grind". I'll talk more about that later.
I don't quite understand this myself except that
Carpe Rubber Diem!
Thalia