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“Holy cow, it’s boiling! Right now on Nebraska’s Left Side we’re sitting at 106 F / 41 C.
Two days back, after a long tease-and-ruined orgasm session, my wife checked around my chastity belt and found some minor scrapes. (It was new as of June 18, and after a month I still haven’t broken it in - steel doesn’t really break in).
Since I view chastity more as a mindset than just wearing a device, and since the idea came from me so there’s no reason to cheat, she decided that after my ruined O we’d leave both the belt and the CB-6000S off to let those scrapes heal. (Plus my member was numb for about six hours after she finished; even if I wanted to cheat it would have been useless).
Today things are good down there, so I could put the belt back on. However, it’s incredibly hot and she feels sorry for me. Not because I haven’t had an O in over a month (“How many days is that really? Sweetie.”), but she doesn’t want my bits trapped inside what amounts to a pressure cooker. She wants me chaste but usable (though there are no plans to use it right now), not canned and cooked.
So the belt goes back on tonight, once it cools down from being as hot as a griddle. Maybe I should stick the belt in my freezer before putting it on? The athletic cup doesn’t allow enough “pull” for me to slide an ice cube or something inside; it’s designed specifically to keep my tiny fingers out.
This brings up a question: if the current setup works, we might consider pricier options, perhaps the Neosteel where they send you a measurement kit first, or Tollyboy if they get back in business. Would something like that (a flat design) stay cooler?
My yard is dead. Even the Russian Thistle is wilting (that’s the plant that makes tumbleweeds in old Western movies), except for one growing right in the middle of Main Street in town. (This is a tiny village, so it’s almost guaranteed my chastity belt will be spotted eventually - my brother-in-law from Texas already knows but hasn’t commented yet; maybe he thinks I’m doing field research for those romance novels with mommy-porn elements that I edit.)
James, roasting in Nebraska’s Panhandle.