Oh my… where to begin?

The B&B lady now knows more about male chastity than she ever wanted to, I’m sure.

I’ll explain that, I think. But it might take me a while because just think­ing about it is mak­ing me giggle.

After we climbed Torc on Thurs­day, John was a lit­tle sore on the insides of his thighs from all that climb­ing in the Tolly­boy. And since it came off on Thurs­day night any­way… we decided it was bet­ter to leave it off while he attempted the much tougher climbs of Caher, Car­ran­touhil and Beenkeeragh.

So that’s exactly what he did.

Only… we left the Tolly­boy down by the side of the bed, not think­ing that the lady would be in to clean and tidy and turn the bed back. Which she did, of course… and kindly put the Tolly­boy on the chair for us.

Dear oh dear… when we returned, we looked at one another, realised what had hap­pened and said, “Oh. My. God!”.

The poor woman. Whether or not you know the first thing about male chastity per se, there could be no pos­si­ble doubt even in the most unimag­i­na­tive and straight-laced mind that you are hold­ing in your hands some stain­less steel con­trap­tion that is with­out doubt deeply, deeply, deeply sex­ual and kinky in some way.

So… we laughed, show­ered, had a lit­tle nap… and made our way to dinner.

Now, if you’ve ever had some­one who thinks she knows some­thing about you, yet doesn’t know what… really really really wants to… but just can­not bring her­self to ask you about it… then you’ve got the picture.

I mean… what could she say?

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help notic­ing when I cleaned your room… you had an… unusual item in there… I don’t mean to pry… but… what the fuck is it you unholy per­verts?!”

“Oh, it’s just a male chastity belt… we do so hate it when John spills his seed, don’t we, darling?”

John, the swine, couldn’t stop gig­gling. I swear he was doing it all the more just to wind the poor woman up.

Any­way, pic­tures… I’ll work out how to post them in a gallery. Alas, John made only Caher and Car­ran­touhil. The weather was atro­cious and since he didn’t know the path and the ridge between Car­ran­touhil and Bee­keer­agh is noto­ri­ously dan­ger­ous, he gave that a miss.

Finally… we just got back and I’m steadily going through the emails from peo­ple who’ve down­loaded my new male chastity guide, Be Care­ful What You Wish For.

If you’ve asked me ques­tions or have queries, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, I promise. I’m play­ing catch-up at the moment.

It’s now no longer avail­able under the spe­cial release offer, but it will be back on Mon­day or Tues­day with the option of an unabridged MP3 recording.

In this week’s com­ing newslet­ter I’ll be shar­ing some of the details about Thurs­day night… although to be hon­est… the really inter­est­ing stuff is what we talked about climb­ing Torc and over Thurs­day night as we lay together after I’d had my wicked way with him.

A lot to sift through and men­tally process… but it’s all hot, steamy, and very, very, very good…

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