u/DamienThornOC

I've been considering getting a TS for a few years now. I've seen the gauges on one of the websites and have been considering purchasing them. When I had the money, the site was out of stock, and vice versa.

Had to go to the urologist for a cystectomy yesterday. I had a urethral restriction mid-shaft and another more severe one up toward my bladder.

The doc said before we try doing something with the prostate, he'd like to try to open up the restriction midshaft. He was going to use a balloon expander. But only had sizes up to 24 French.

Once he had successful results with the balloons, he asked if I wanted to have him use a sounds to open the passage wider. I agreed.

He was able to get 30 French in, but it was a slight struggle getting it past my fossa. But it was successful.

My question now is, in that 30 French equates to 10 mm, should I get a 10 mm cylinder? And how much larger a disc should I get?

Thanks in advance. Looking forward to finally taking the next step.

My girlfriend locked me in my nano cage last Sunday afternoon. No promises, but she was looking to go a few weeks. She loves having me tan with the stripes on my cock head.

My appointment app notified me today that I have a cystoscopy. That's where they stick the camera up your urethra to take a look at your bladder. I'll have to unlock.

I called my girlfriend at work and told her. She gave a laugh and asked me how long I thought I could leave the cage on before the appointment.

The appointments in six hours. I don't know how long it will take for the pressure marks on the head of my cock from the bars of the cage to go away. And I don't want to submit my kink to my urologist.

Yes, I know he's seen it all. But I'm not that guy.

I told my girlfriend I'd have to take it off now and freeball it for the next seven hours. I'd recage in the restroom at the doctor's office.

Even though this is a legit reason, I feel so disappointed that I failed.

I have self-locked for years. Sometimes my girlfriend will hold the key, but most of the time I just put it away.

During one experience years ago, we went 73 days. Right around the middle of the second week, things changed for me mentally, psychologically, emotionally.

For those of you who have gone more than a week and felt the change, please share your story.

This happened a while back. M[50]y girlf[25]riend / sub was seeing a new DOM[45]inant an hour's drive (in good traffic) from our place. He had a better set-up than I did, a larger group of contacts / friends and a bigger cock.

One weekend, they invited me to come cook dinner for them and stay the night. I arrived early, expecting nothing and accepting of most anything. His contacts were good contacts and His parties were ragers. Our sub (Yes, by then I had relinquish my control to Him) was running around naked but for a small apron, setting everything up for the evening's dinner.

We hit it off socially, cocktails helped, and I was invited to join them in His bedroom. Equipped with a Texas king-sized bed and a tub of lubricant. Bondage equipment was strewn around his immense, three-car garage-sized dungeon / sleeper car bedroom suite.

After watching them play for a while, I ate her out and got her off manually, we all fell asleep. Or so I thought. Later that night, I was awakened by a wierd noise. When I gained a sense of time and place, I remembered we were at His place and I was sleeping in His bed. Next to me, she was on-all-fours, giving Him a sloppy blowjob. She was gagging on his 8" girthy cock, making slurping sounds to wake the dead.

Without acknowledging that I was awake and fully aware of what they were doing, I slowly grabbed my cock (a very useable 6½" of girth when I take my boner pill and supplements) and stroked it in time to her bobs. We where like a disconnected oil derrick. Considering I was invited to join them earlier, I started playing with her pussy, sliding my thumb across her clit. She jumped, but only broke stride for a second. I continued to explore her, going so far as to have four fingers inside her.

I guess I was getting a little over-zealous. He propped himself up, looked over her shoulder and told me to either stick it in her or get lost. Not wanting to be the downer of this threeway, I got up on my knees, grabbed her hips and slid right in. I knew she was wet so didn't even consider using lube.

It felt good finally getting a chance to use my cock the way the maker had intended. Now I had His permission to participate. He laughed, got on his knees and stuck His cock back down her throat, allowing her to use both of her hands, arms and shoulders to maintain her doggy-style posture. I reached up, offering Him a High-Five. He accepted and I annouced, "And that's an Eiffel Tower."

We were up for another hour, switching positions, going everywhere but anal (she didn't go there yet). He came in her, bareback, as she was blowing me. She pushed me on my back and mounted my cock and rode me with His cum dripping down around my balls.

My first, ever sloppy-seconds.

This happens in 1981-82 time frame. I was 21 at the time. It didn't involve her, but my younger sister was 18 and attending the local college. I was home on leave from the Marine Corp and it was New Year's Eve day.

My sister, seeing that I had nothing to do that evening, and that I was lonely, invited me to a friend's house for a New Year's Eve party. The Rolling Stones we're going to be on network TV rocking in the new year.

I happily went. Lots of couples and singles there, but I didn't know anybody. I noshed on the snacks and kept my Dixie cup filled with whatever beer they had on tap.

When the concert started, I went into the media room and it was pretty packed with with people. There was space on the floor in front of the couch so I plopped myself down.

Above me and to my right there was a couple on the couch. Don't know what the guy looked like. Didn't care. But the girl was gorgeous. This was the Disco Era and I remember that she had feathered her hair ala Farrah Fawcett. If you can picture Jane Fonda's workout video, she had an outfit very similar. Tights, a high on the thigh leotard and little sports shoes.

By the time the concert was well along, we were all feeling the effects of the beer and were passing around joints. Everyone was high and happy.

Because those legs were right next to me, occasionally I would lean over and bump then with my shoulder. She didn't seem uncomfortable with this contact so I became more aggressive. I started massaging her calves.

She seemed to appreciate the gesture and allowed me to continue. When the next doobie got to my turn to pass around, I took my hit, looked over my shoulder, handed it to her, and asked her if it was okay to take her shoes off.

She took the joint, took a hit and passed it to her boyfriend, then removed her shoes herself. She then leaned into her boyfriend and placed both of her feet in my lap. That seemed like permission to me.

For the next hour or so, I massaged her feet, lightly tickling the soles, putting pressure on her heels and the balls of her feet, fondling and tickling her toes, and had a great time. No, I didn't feel comfortable putting them in my mouth in that environment, but the temptation was definitely there. And I was rock hard.

When the ball dropped, all the couples paired off for the celebration. In my horniness and drunkenness, I ended up making out with the mom that was chaperoning the party. Nothing further to tell there though. But I got to play with my first feet.

Some advice for those just starting out and getting nervous.

I was on another subreddit the other day and saw a request for information from a newbie. He and his wife of a few years, both over the age of 18, had discussed lots of wants, needs, kinks, and desires throughout their relationship. Their latest adventure was regarding hotwifing and cuckolding. She was eager to try, actually brought up the topic as something serious after they had playfully discussed it in the past. He was now getting cold feet thinking that if she finds a bigger, better, thicker, more long-lasting cock, she may leave him. He wanted input.

Here is what I responded. It got blocked as being in the wrong subreddit. I enjoyed creating the response and thought this might be the right community. Here goes:

To answer you from a cuck's perspective:

If you are in a healthy, loving relationship, supportive of each other, and able to meet each other's general needs, you have a lot going for you in a general, vanilla nature.

Having an open minded partner that has breached this idea as a highly potential experience is another positive. Your being cucked adding to your own positive, sexual kink, so far unexploited, is another positive. Seldom do these two players meet, engage, wed, and share their wants and needs.

So far it sounds like what you have is a unicorn-like sexual future to build. What happens for most of us lucky one's is that the hotwife gets her jollies with other bigger, more virile, richer, more masculine, you name your particular style, new partner. You benefit from the anxiety (positive and negative}, the pre-nut buildup, the fantasy fulfillment, and more, while she's away.

But she always comes back to you. Does or does not share her adventures. And has sex with you in any way, shape or form works for the both of you, from a good night spooning and right to sleep to an around-the-world, no-holds-barred, CNC free-for-all to a "we had dinner, dances and fucked raw all night, and look what I brought to you for dessert!" to an ultimate mind-fuck scenario.

Further details to follow for the more prurient reader. LOL.

And then you go back to your real life together. Safety in normalcy, comfort, and sharing of intimacy. That might include raising kids and presidenting the local PTA. Yes I made that word up. Aren't all words made up?

Your shared fantasies may build up to you wanting to have a more regular partner for her. A bull.

If and when it comes to this situation, it sounds from the way that you describe your relationship that the two of you will have talked through the buildup step-by-step.

Good luck in your journey. It sounds very healthy.

Up to this point, I was giving you information of a helpful nature. Hopefully it puts your mind at ease.

And if you enjoy reading fantasy suggestions, the rest of this post will merely be a buildup to an end.

What I call the Ultimate Mindfuck Scenario -

Upon her return, no words are exchanged. She is standing there in front of you, re-dressed in the slutty clothes that she dressed in last night, but they hang differently. Makeup smeared, hair tousled, wobbling on her stilettos. She looks you up and down, raising an eyebrow, the signal for you to strip completely.

Once you are down to bare skin head-to-toe, she leads you to the spare bedroom, looks from you to the bed and back to you. The eyebrow again. You quickly pull down the covers on the spare bed preparing it for use. She then blindfolds you. Hands tied behind your back, you are pushed down onto the bed and maneuvered to the center. Your ankles are tied by lengths of rope to the corners of the foot of the bed.

The silent treatment continues. You feel her crawling onto the bed between your legs, the cold shock of lubricant being squirted onto the head of your cock. Up until this point, with all the sensory deprivations going on, this is the first that you felt how really stiff you are.

Her first intimate contact with you, she gives you a slo-o-ow pistoning handjob to ruin -- one up and down stroke every five seconds. It doesn't take you long. One to two minutes at most. Another reason she likes to see her other, stamina-filled cocks.

She crawls off the bed, disappears for a few minutes, you still blindfolded, living a fantasy. She returns and wraps your cock in an ice cold, almost dripping wet washcloth. No attempts to wipe or clean, merely there to speed up the shrinking process.

About 20 seconds of this heat exchange, she removes the cloth, applies a generous amount of lubricant to your entire cock, balls, and base. You feel her placing you into a cage. From the assembly process, it feels like one of the smaller ones. She pushes her arm under the small of your back, drawing the cage strap around your hips and then snaps it snugly to your grind. That cage is secure but not chafing.

She carefully crawls her way up your body. Not wanting to get any of your mess on her dress. A warm, wet kiss on your forehead. A few seconds later, one on the tip of the nose. After a short eternity, she places one on directly on your lips. This third kiss lingers, as you feel her tongue slowly press to enter your mouth. She presses harder, giving you a deep French kiss, both of you getting into the sensuality for the first time tonight.

After a few seconds of this kiss, she pulls back and climbs back down your body. The covers are pulled up to mid-thigh, and you are tucked in for the night. Left to fall asleep with no Post-Nut Clarity because you were ruined. You are still horny, and can feel another erection building ... or not.

You spend the night in your own head without access to the friction you need to get a proper release. You are immersed in the scents of the perfume that she wore faintly mixing with her sweat. She hadn't showered after an evening of dancing and sex. As she placed those wonderful kisses on the center of your forehead and the tip of your nose, there were hints of a man's expensive cologne clinging to her. As if she had been nuzzling or making out with someone with equal care in his olfactory allure. His dominance.

And after the lights go out and the door shuts, as you hear her showering, you taste the lingering tang of cock. With your arousal from the kiss, you stopped paying attention for a moment. You now remember that as she lifted from the kiss, she slowly wafted a big puff of hot, steamy air up your nostrils. Her last act of the night with him must have been a blowjob to completion.

For the rest of the night, even though you have had a chance to "cum", the ruined nature of this orgasm did not reward your system with oxytocin, dopamine and endorphins that would have made this so satisfying. You're lulled to sleep to be rewarded or punished in your dreams by the different spins on your fantasy.

The next morning, you wake up to her entering the room with a cup of coffee. A big smile on her face I see greets you with a big kiss, mint-flavored this time. As you sip your coffee, she wipes your cock, balls, stomach, and thighs with a warm washcloth, capturing all of last night's dried drippings and oozings from both your ruin and squirming all night. She unties your wrists and ankles, gives your balls a squeeze, your caged cock a shake, and tells you, "This will come off later."

I was on another subreddit the other day and saw a request for information from a newbie. He and his wife of a few years, both over the age of 18, had discussed lots of wants, needs, kinks, and desires throughout their relationship. Their latest adventure was regarding hotwifing and cuckolding. She was eager to try, actually brought up the topic as something serious after they had playfully discussed it in the past. He was now getting cold feet thinking that if she finds a bigger, better, thicker, more long-lasting cock, she may leave him. He wanted input.

Here is what I responded. It got blocked as being in the wrong subreddit. I enjoyed creating the response and thought this might be the right community. Here goes:

To answer you from a cuck's perspective:

If you are in a healthy, loving relationship, supportive of each other, and able to meet each other's general needs, you have a lot going for you in a general, vanilla nature.

Having an open minded partner that has breached this idea as a highly potential experience is another positive. Your being cucked adding to your own positive, sexual kink, so far unexploited, is another positive. Seldom do these two players meet, engage, wed, and share their wants and needs.

So far it sounds like what you have is a unicorn-like sexual future to build. What happens for most of us lucky one's is that the hotwife gets her jollies with other bigger, more virile, richer, more masculine, you name your particular style, new partner. You benefit from the anxiety (positive and negative}, the pre-nut buildup, the fantasy fulfillment, and more, while she's away.

But she always comes back to you. Does or does not share her adventures. And has sex with you in any way, shape or form works for the both of you, from a good night spooning and right to sleep to an around-the-world, no-holds-barred, CNC free-for-all to a "we had dinner, dances and fucked raw all night, and look what I brought to you for dessert!" to an ultimate mind-fuck scenario.

Further details to follow for the more prurient reader. LOL.

And then you go back to your real life together. Safety in normalcy, comfort, and sharing of intimacy. That might include raising kids and presidenting the local PTA. Yes I made that word up. Aren't all words made up?

Your shared fantasies may build up to you wanting to have a more regular partner for her. A bull.

If and when it comes to this situation, it sounds from the way that you describe your relationship that the two of you will have talked through the buildup step-by-step.

Good luck in your journey. It sounds very healthy.

Up to this point, I was giving you information of a helpful nature. Hopefully it puts your mind at ease.

And if you enjoy reading fantasy suggestions, the rest of this post will merely be a buildup to an end.

What I call the Ultimate Mindfuck Scenario -

Upon her return, no words are exchanged. She is standing there in front of you, re-dressed in the slutty clothes that she dressed in last night, but they hang differently. Makeup smeared, hair tousled, wobbling on her stilettos. She looks you up and down, raising an eyebrow, the signal for you to strip completely.

Once you are down to bare skin head-to-toe, she leads you to the spare bedroom, looks from you to the bed and back to you. The eyebrow again. You quickly pull down the covers on the spare bed preparing it for use. She then blindfolds you. Hands tied behind your back, you are pushed down onto the bed and maneuvered to the center. Your ankles are tied by lengths of rope to the corners of the foot of the bed.

The silent treatment continues. You feel her crawling onto the bed between your legs, the cold shock of lubricant being squirted onto the head of your cock. Up until this point, with all the sensory deprivations going on, this is the first that you felt how really stiff you are.

Her first intimate contact with you, she gives you a slo-o-ow pistoning handjob to ruin -- one up and down stroke every five seconds. It doesn't take you long. One to two minutes at most. Another reason she likes to see her other, stamina-filled cocks.

She crawls off the bed, disappears for a few minutes, you still blindfolded, living a fantasy. She returns and wraps your cock in an ice cold, almost dripping wet washcloth. No attempts to wipe or clean, merely there to speed up the shrinking process.

About 20 seconds of this heat exchange, she removes the cloth, applies a generous amount of lubricant to your entire cock, balls, and base. You feel her placing you into a cage. From the assembly process, it feels like one of the smaller ones. She pushes her arm under the small of your back, drawing the cage strap around your hips and then snaps it snugly to your grind. That cage is secure but not chafing.

She carefully crawls her way up your body. Not wanting to get any of your mess on her dress. A warm, wet kiss on your forehead. A few seconds later, one on the tip of the nose. After a short eternity, she places one on directly on your lips. This third kiss lingers, as you feel her tongue slowly press to enter your mouth. She presses harder, giving you a deep French kiss, both of you getting into the sensuality for the first time tonight.

After a few seconds of this kiss, she pulls back and climbs back down your body. The covers are pulled up to mid-thigh, and you are tucked in for the night. Left to fall asleep with no Post-Nut Clarity because you were ruined. You are still horny, and can feel another erection building ... or not.

You spend the night in your own head without access to the friction you need to get a proper release. You are immersed in the scents of the perfume that she wore faintly mixing with her sweat. She hadn't showered after an evening of dancing and sex. As she placed those wonderful kisses on the center of your forehead and the tip of your nose, there were hints of a man's expensive cologne clinging to her. As if she had been nuzzling or making out with someone with equal care in his olfactory allure. His dominance.

And after the lights go out and the door shuts, as you hear her showering, you taste the lingering tang of cock. With your arousal from the kiss, you stopped paying attention for a moment. You now remember that as she lifted from the kiss, she slowly wafted a big puff of hot, steamy air up your nostrils. Her last act of the night with him must have been a blowjob to completion.

For the rest of the night, even though you have had a chance to "cum", the ruined nature of this orgasm did not reward your system with oxytocin, dopamine and endorphins that would have made this so satisfying. You're lulled to sleep to be rewarded or punished in your dreams by the different spins on your fantasy.

The next morning, you wake up to her entering the room with a cup of coffee. A big smile on her face I see greets you with a big kiss, mint-flavored this time. As you sip your coffee, she wipes your cock, balls, stomach, and thighs with a warm washcloth, capturing all of last night's dried drippings and oozings from both your ruin and squirming all night. She unties your wrists and ankles, gives your balls a squeeze, your caged cock a shake, and tells you, "This will come off later."

Been setting this up for a week. Was going to meet a visitor at a local Holiday Inn. Didn't think this one was going to catfish me. Broke contact last night.