Hitting the Three-Day Mark with the Smallest Ring

I’ve finally hit the mark of three days and nights with the smallest CB3k ring, without any major problems. The hinge is still a bit annoying, but I’ve eased it somewhat by using part of a finger from a latex surgical glove; thicker tubing might work even better. Instead of being woken up constantly like on my first attempt, I only stirred 2-3 times during the night.

Late in the afternoon of day two, some slightly worrying red marks showed up on the shaft’s top surface. My current theory is that skin pushed through the vent holes while I was aroused, although I don’t distinctly remember feeling strong enough arousal to cause it. Conversely, I can’t think of any other reason for them. Despite having several fairly intense erections during sleep, those markings have faded considerably by today.

I’ve never managed to ‘pull out’ from the smallest ring. If this trial goes well and we find or craft a suitable hinged-ring device made of stainless steel (or titanium), I’ll consider it my holy grail of inescapability—barring cutting off the lock or the entire device. In my view, aside from piercing, only a hinged-ring offers that degree of security: if your bits can fit through a solid ring, they can get back out.

It took quite some time to reach this stage (years, in fact), and for a while I wasn’t certain it was even doable. Persistence has paid off, leading to a new level of intensity where ‘willpower’ won’t matter much. ‘Choice’ will be irrelevant, and I’ll become completely dependent on Mrs. Twisted to decide when to let me out. If nothing goes wrong in the next four days, I believe I can call this experiment a success.