I asked Boy Toy to write about his perspective on my recent purchase of The Fort Stainless Steel Locking Chastity Device. What follows is a very hot look into his submissive psyche.

I never knew she had managed to order it so I was surprised, to say the least. I did know I’d probably get no choice since she was really wanting the thing. Or maybe I was just counting my days until I was locked up for good, or something like that. But then I saw her holding The Fort in front of me. My initial thoughts of masturbating without her consent until she could finally order it were out the door, I felt it was too late. I felt fear then, knowing she had caught me off guard, before I could plan better, and that made me wet and excited inside. My owner was way, way over my head and knew how to outsmart me.

At first glance it looked like a CB, only fortified. In my mind, the fact that it’s made of steel brings forth the ‘inescapable’ factor: it’s not as if it can be easily removed with a grinder. In addition, it’s as if she is making this statement: “I want you really locked up and secure and submissive, I’ve decided I own you fully 24/7 and now we can start your training.” I also thought that after two weeks of this, she could totally control all the finances and decide I’d be paying for the Fort or any additional toys. Well, she makes more than me right now so I’m at a disadvantage in a way, since she can afford such things. This is kinda hot, for some reason.

Then there were other thoughts like “Is she gonna want me to be naked all the time to see her property in solid fashion accessory or to see her property all locked up, displayed for her?” and the eventual psychological effects that might come from being locked into it for a long time.

So I was kinda mind fucked right on the spot but after a little while I managed to pull myself together, thinking that she would want me to cum at some point, and I might have a chance to prevent the thing from being locked back on since I’d be out of it.

Intrigued a little as well, she easily coaxed me into trying it on only to jump at locking it. Hearing the lock close felt like an instant step towards subspace. And I thought “Holy fuck, this isn’t just plastic it’s like, urm… metal!!!”

After a few minutes of wearing the Fort, for some reason, I was overwhelmed by strange thoughts of wearing a collar with it and being a total slave boy to her. Maybe the fear of her having total control yet in another way was nice… Then I had other dark thoughts of more locking on of stuff for hours or weeks. I finally cleared my head when she asked me to get on the elliptical machine. I was wondering what she was up to, what she was planning or if she was fucking with my head while I was training with nothing on but this thing locked on me. I initially thought that from then on, she wanted me to train only on the elliptical, indoors, instead of going jogging outside, so that I could be naked all the time at home!

Let’s just say that later when I realized pull-out was possible, I kinda came a little closer to reality. Heh! Guess it’s not fair for her, I think she wanted to see the real effects of “No more orgasms at all” like it felt at first. The difference knowing I can pull out is, how can I explain… Knowing there is zero way out, was like : “Oh fuck, urm, we do things your way, no prob.” while knowing there is pull-out possibilities, it’s now “Ok, nice fashion accessory, I’ll try to deal with it.”

Please note that Boy Toy wrote this before we fitted the device with a chain around his waist, holding it up and preventing him from pulling out. I don’t think he’s laughing anymore