An Evening with ClubFEM's MCD

Last night is a numinous, luminous fog. Alexandra will have to be the one who write a proper accounting.

ClubFEM’s MCD (Male Chastity Device) I’d first read about as a semi-demi humane alternative to the Teeth of Kali bracelet. When Alexandra expressed pleasure at the thought of my penis caged it was one of the possibilities we looked at.

The MCD is sort of a hard plastic cock ring with sharply cornered ridges within. Plastic didn’t sound too harsh. Plastic can be plenty harsh.

She strapped it about the base of my phallus last night.

In the slave trance I am wholly her plaything, malleable object. What I’ve nicknamed grovel space is akin to it but I feel more helplessness, an urgency to abase myself. Sometimes pain can take me there as light testicle punishment has. Or the aura of Alexandra’s sadism.

The MCD speedily put me into grovel space. Not that I was given much time for groveling as she kicked and manipulated the toy. When she ordered me to watch her kick light came in through the pupils of my eye but the working residue of my brain was far away.

That was how I spent about an hour last night. Since I had to go to work today and had little sleep we stopped. Given the intensity a longish rest period might’ve been needed before going on to something else. Or been anticlimactic.

Collar off and clothes on I gave Alexandra a deep, passionate kiss.

NB:

If you should buy a MCD and find the ridges too rough you might try lining the inside with cellophane or electrician’s tape.

If your penis girth is large putting it on might be tough, especially if you aren’t wholly flaccid.

Alexandra wrote our session up this afternoon: Drastic Plastic (The MCD makes it’s Debut)