The Secret Key To Chastity Device Fitting
I get several emails every week about fitting problems with chastity devices. The most frequent question is about comfortably wearing the base ring. That’s the ring that you put your balls and penis through. It anchors the chastity device. These complaints fall into two categories: the ring hurts all the time, and when the penis tries to get hard the base ring slips up the penis and “strangles” the balls. There are endless forum and blog posts about these issues. Even though they cause a lot of discomfort, base ring fitting is not the most critical measurement.
Much more important is how the cage itself fits. I think that almost every guy wearing a chastity device has a poorly-sized penis cage (or tube). I’ve noticed that Mature Metal, makers of the Jail Bird chastity device has noticed this too and has revised their fitting instructions. Most guys end up with cages that are too long for them. The reason isn’t that they don’t measure correctly. It’s that while people say how a cage should fit (it should fit like a glove, always touching the sides and top of the cage), they don’t explain how to measure to get this result. Here is how I finally managed to get it right.
First of all, the flaccid (soft) penis is extremely flexible. You can see this for yourself. Take your soft penis and push it toward your body. If you’re soft, it will compress to half or less of its normal flaccid length. The same is true of the diameter. You can squeeze it without any pain to half its normal diameter. If you’ve checked yourself out at different times, you will see that the flaccid length varies at different times. It can shrink to a nub or hang down longer than usual. The diameter doesn’t generally change much unless you get hard.
The thing is that you can’t comfortably compress it much in both length and diameter at the same time. Also, reducing the diameter can restrict flow through your urethra. But compressing the length has no effect on that. Any custom cage you order wants to know the diameter of the cage and its length. If you lay your soft (make sure there is no arousal at all – soak it in ice water if needed) penis across a ruler, you will get an idea of your soft diameter. Don’t let the ruler support the weight, that will cause the diameter to expand. Do this at different times until you have several readings. Take the smallest one and subtract 1/4-inch (6 mm). That is the diameter of the cage to order.
Each chastity device maker has specific requirements in how you measure the length. If you can’t find that requirement on their website, email them for information. Mature metal wants measurements on the underside of the penis from where the scrotum ends and the penis begins all the way to the tip of the head. Be very careful to get this accurately. Don’t press the ruler into the scrotum and be sure you are fully soft. Take several measurements at different times.
Everyone gives you that advice. Many, including Mature Metal tell you to subtract 1/4-inch (12 mm) and use that as the length to order. I found that to be completely wrong. The cage that was based on this measurement almost never touched the head of my penis. Remember, we want full contact all the time. We measured the gap when the head was furthest from the end of the cage. It was about 1/2″ (12 mm) too long. I had it shortened by 1/2″ and it fits perfectly. My suggestion is to subtract 3/4-inch (18 mm) from the measured length of your penis and order that as your cage length.
In my case, I measured 2-inches (50mm) as my flaccid length. My original cage was 1 3/4-inches (44 mm) long. I had it shortened to 1 1/4-inches (31 mm). It looked too short to ever fit me. The first few days were a little uncomfortable. It felt like my penis was jammed into the cage. I even had “grill marks” on the head from when I tried to get hard inside it. After about three days I forgot the cage was there. I could pee comfortably and the urethra usually was nicely centered so no spray when peeing. When I attempted to get hard, nothing moved. The fits-like-a-glove cage kept everything in check.
The secret is to accurately measure both diameter and length. I ordered diameter 1/4-inch less than what I measured and length 3/4-inch less. My very comfortable cage is 1 1/4-inches diameter (I measured 1 1/2″) and the length is 1 1/4-inches long (I measured 2-inches). Your results may vary. Penises are highly individual.
CBT My Way
Lion dutifully wore his diaper while we were home yesterday. He powered through cooking dinner with the wet diaper constantly falling down. He was not happy. I took pity on him and brought him a clean diaper a few minutes early.
Later on I had him remove the diaper so I could unlock him. He rinsed off to get rid of the pee smell, and I went to work on him. Throughout the day Lion told me he was horny. Now was his chance to prove it.
He was definitely horny. I used my hands for a while and then decided I could really drive him crazy with my mouth. I got him close and stopped. Closer and stopped. Almost too far and stopped. In my mind, this was a form of torture. Poor Lion wanted nothing more than to come.
When I was done with him, I told him as far as I was concerned, teasing and denying, with my mouth especially, is CBT. Lion disagrees. He says it isn’t painful so it can’t be CPT. Agree to disagree. Torture doesn’t always involve pain.
I left Lion unlocked last night. He’s still in his diaper. Last night he discovered that peeing wild in the diaper is different from peeing caged in the diaper. Live and learn, my pet.
I Like That You Hate It
The weekend is half over. Mrs. Lion’s diaper plan is diabolical. I have to wear the wet diaper for an hour after I pee, then I get to use a new one. It isn’t long after I change that I need to pee again. I am spending this weekend in wet diapers. Yuck. I asked her if she liked doing this to me. She said,
“I don’t care about the diapers, but I like that you hate wearing them.”
There you go. I can think of several adjectives for a person who feels that way. I don’t think that Mrs. Lion is a sadist, but she has grown a perverse sense of humor. I’m responsible for that. After all, I have asked her to make me feel her control. She correctly reasons that forcing me to do something I like is probably not an expression of control. It’s indulging me. So, logically, I have to dislike what I am doing for me to understand it is the force of her power that puts me into the predicament.
I do not have a diaper fetish. I don’t want to be an adult baby. And, I absolutely hate wearing a wet diaper. You try cooking dinner while this wet, heavy mass keeps trying to fall off. I was getting positively cranky trying to cook. Couple that with Mrs. Lion helping and the dog underfoot and I was softly growling the entire time. I have to face another day of this today. We may need to go shopping and I may get to go without a diaper. It will be a welcome relief.
This post is not about diapers. It’s about forced dependence. I’m an independent critter who can take care of himself. I avoid depending on others. It rarely works out well when I do. That doesn’t mean that I’m not devoted and absolutely in love with my lioness. I depend on her emotionally, but not physically or financially. So, make me wear diapers and magically I am physically dependent on her. I can’t change a wet one unless she agrees. If she wants I have to sleep in it as well as go shopping in one.
This may feel like an inconvenience to you, but it isn’t. It’s annoying and humiliating. It’s not a bit sexy and I don’t smell all that good either. The only redeeming value is that it shows my obedience to Mrs. Lion and it amuses her that I am so unhappy with it. I think she also likes the fact that she is standing fast in the face of my obvious discomfort.
I wish I could argue with this thinking. I can’t. She’s found an expression of pure dominance over me. It isn’t harmful, just hateful. It doesn’t inconvenience her, only me. No sympathy, no giving in, just another long day of soggy diapers. The last time she tried this, I whined a short time after peeing. This time I’ve shut up. Next time she probably won’t let me change until I am ready to pee again. I can handle it. I’ll just hate it like I hate what’s happening now.
Should others try this too? I have no idea. I think that there is a lot of value in showing dominance by making me do something that has no redeeming value to me. I will not get aroused looking back on this weekend. I won’t get a rush thinking about that she makes me do this. No redeeming value. Just two very long, soggy days learning that I do not control my destiny. That’s Mrs. Lion’s pleasure.
Wet Mr. Weenie
As instructed, Lion is in a diaper this weekend while we’re home. Anytime he would have been naked, he’s in a diaper. He’s been very good about informing me when he pees and asks if he can change an hour after he’s wet.
There were only a few times in his diaper-wearing adventures that I made him wear one while we were in public. It seemed to be too much. For both of us. I was worried people would see it or it would leak. Lion was just unhappy about wearing it. For now, I’ve limited it to in-house use. That can always change.
I’m not making Lion sleep in his diaper because sleep is a commodity that seems hard to come by for us under normal circumstances. I don’t want to make it any more difficult than it has to be. Lion likes sleeping nude and I like having a nude Lion sleeping next to me. So no diaper at night. That can always change too.
This weekend Lion will be playing with his drone outside. While he’s clothed he won’t need to wear a diaper. I don’t want him to have to worry about anything other than flying. If I distract him with wet pants he’s likely to crash. We don’t want that. So no diaper while clothed even at home.
Last night Lion said as long as he has to wear a diaper he might as well be unlocked. Oh yeah? Who made that rule? He waved his hand in the air and said,
“Me!”
Then I asked who gets to make the rules.
<softly>”Not me.”
That’s what I thought. Now, last weekend he was supposed to be wild and diapered, but our plans changed. I never said he would be wild this weekend. Maybe next weekend he’ll be wild with another trade off. I don’t know. You never know what’s going to happen in the Lions’ den.
