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Dear Marla,
Last night, I nearly had an orgasm as I was taking the dinner plates to the sink to be washed this morning. Lorraine noticed it and, when she caught my eye, immediately raised her eyebrows with smile.
"Did you just do what I think you did?" She asked, in a friendly, curious tone. She knew! "How did you manage that? You have your chastity belt on. I thought they were supposed to prevent that kind of thing."
She knew....
"I've been testing out some new 'accessories' for it that change it into a 'chasti-stim' belt. Now the belt will 'stimulate' me all the time , and there's nothing I can do about it because it's locked on..." I said mischieviously.
"Oh?"
"You're gonna love this.... Two days ago I received something I ordered from the company that made the belt into a 'chasti-stim' device. " I let that sink in. I was playing with her now. "Right now, as we speak, I am being impaled by two, steel ben-wa dildoes. "
"Ben-wa dildo? What is that?"
"Well, this is pretty diabolical. You will like this. You know what ben-wa balls are, don't you? Just a few steel balls rubbing against each other in an 'intimate' place. These are like four ben-wa balls on a stick in both of my 'ports of entry'. When move my hips, it causes the balls to 'creak' against each other slightly. That sends devilish, micro-shockwaves throughout my genital area. It's enough to keep me mildly horny all damn day long. But sometimes, like just now, I can get so freakin' horny that I may orgasm, which is strictly verboten. "
"Wow!" Exclaimed Lorraine. I could see that the implications of this device creeping into her face. "So, you're saying that you are on the edge all day?" She asked increduously. "That's gotta make you horny as hell! How can you stand it?"
"The box arrived last Saturday. On Sunday I mounted the dildoes on to my chastity belt and locked myself in during my morning bath and toilet. I put the keys in one of the digital lockboxes you guys gave me for Christmas and set it to open in 24 hours. Monday morning, when the lockbox opened, I unlocked the belt and immediately returned the key back to the box and locked the back up and before I did anything else. That's was it for another 24 hours. Then I allowed myself to remove the belt for cleaning and a good douche for me for ten minutes. I was so damn horny, it was difficult to avoid masturbating. Even more difficult was fighting off the urge to not put the belt with my phallic buddies, Tom and Dick, back on. I did not expect that to be so hard to do. It was kind of like voluntarily putting myself back in jail after a brief vacation in the bathtub."
(Remember them? Add a gag as the third member to get 'Tom, Dick and Harry' Get it?. Yes, it's stupid, I know. I've used these names for years. I can't shake them.)
"How do you deal with toileting? That seems, er, 'complex'." Asked Lorraine.
"I studied this issue when I was shopping for the belt. I wanted effect and flexibility. The reason I bought this particular steel chastity belt is that it is designed to have independent mounting and locking mechanisms for each phallus. It means I can take Tom out, take a crap, and then lock him right back in afterward. Same thing goes for Dick. So there are three different keys involved: one for each of the two phalluses and one for the belt, itself."
"it's an amazing belt, Thalia. " Said Lorraine. "You brought that with you when we first hired you, didn't you? What do you like about this particular design?"
"Yes, I've had this for several years. I think I bought it about the time Frank had gotten his promotion and he was gone on his business trips, so he was not home for long periods. We were flush with cash then and he was very generous with my allowance. I bought a lot of fetish stuff then. That's when I bought the belt. At the time, I think I liked how heavy it is. This thing weighs a ton. It's made of German steel and was very expensive. When I have it on I'm almost always aware of it, not to mention 'the boys' down there. And that is the whole point of it."
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Chasti-stim." I answered.
She looked a bit confused. "What is this 'chasti-stim' thing? "
I thought a moment. "It's basically being stimulated all of the time and you cannot do anything about it."
She scrunched up her forehead. "It seems like, if you were a male, you'd have a raging hard on nearly all the time. Doesn't it drive you crazy and even become downright annoying after a while?"
"Yeah, it certainly does become annoying now and then. That's why the locks are there!" I replied with a light giggle.
"Yeesh. All that steel looks uncomfortable." Lorraine's eyes grew wide. "Oh! And being impaled on 'the boys' all of the time! That must amazingly delicious yet often painful experience. Do you sleep with that thing on? How do you do it?"
I smiled. Well, for one thing, don't forget that there is also a strong element of masochism in all of this. For example, what drives me to put the keys into the digital lockbox, set it for, say, 24 hours and then close the lid. Click!