Overnight Segufix I configured myself to hold me down securely. After a few hours I regretted both not giving myself any room to wiggle at all and drinking far too much water. The cycle of waking to total immobility, pissing myself, and then having no choice but to drift back to sleep was glorious.

Well this is a fine mess I’ve gotten myself into…I locked the belt on and can’t remember where I hid the key.

Chicago Pride Fest was so expensive. The same drinks that were $9 at Sommerfest in Andersonville last weekend cost $15! The food and drink pricing was outrageous. We enjoyed two vodka lemonades inside the Cellblock for less than what one wine seltzer sold for out on the street.

I found this old VHS tape I purchased (ahem) a few years ago during the heyday of the Academy Training Center. I chatted with those guys back in the day and they invited me to bring my football gear down to their facility in Georgia to have some bondage fun and make a movie. I regret that I didn’t.

Friday night locked. There is something that “clicks-on” in my head when I stare at a newly started timer, regardless of duration. A different kind of horny. The cage is hard to ignore. When I think about it, I get hard. Then it squeezes me, edging me, until I submit and forget. Then this repeats.

A cool front came in but I still wanted all the windows open to air the stale winter out of my house. Tight neoprene is the perfect way to stay warm and get chores done. I wish wearing wetsuits casually outside of water sports was acceptable. I would love to go grocery shopping dressed in this.

Fantastic day for cycling in some of my tightest jersey and bibs shorts.

This chastity belt has a way of taming my carnal instincts. I’d been horny all morning, wasting time edging to porn and feeling feral. I was lubed and about to beat off, but saw it and got an urge to feel its metal grip. Minutes later I‘m cool, calm and considering storing the keys in my timed safe.

Nothing feels better than relaxing in a hottub after a hot bondage scene.

I didn’t have to wait very long. Leathers feel fantastic compressed under rope, the whole suit became part of the bondage. My heavy breathing quickly fogged up the helmet visor reducing visibility to almost nothing. Damn I want to try this again!

I’m still horny for leather so I suited up in my motorcycle racing suit and hung out next to the lacing bondage table. I’m certain to get into some kind of trouble, right?

My friend K is always quick to keep me out of trouble. First the straitjacket, then a chastity belt, then a set of cool prisoner leg brace restraints that “lock” when the legs are extended to prevent escape. Once I stretched out on the ottoman, I was unable to get back up!

I’m packing gear for a weekend play party and I’m horny for leather. I came up with a 4-step method for making paws useless and extra leathery. I start with tight uniform gloves, add a stress ball, squeeze tight, then strap on locking mitts. It feels phenomenal! Why haven’t I thought of this before?

For me, cycling is more than just an excuse to wear skin tight gear. I mean it’s still a pretty compelling perk, and it’s not like I don’t really enjoy wearing spandex. Today was slightly chilly so I decided to rock tights and some Easter themed colors. My favorite colors are purple and light blue.

You want to know what true helplessness feels like? Exactly like this! There's nothing you can achieve except making yourself tired over and over again. 🥺 🏡 @naughtyberk.bsky.social 🔒 @straitmaxx.bsky.social

Warmer weather means more outdoor rides in bib shorts. The time has finally come for me to shave my winter hairy legs and be smooth again for summer. As is always my tradition, I shave all the way up to my navel. Lycra feels so much better rubbing on my cock and balls when no fur is in the way.

I enjoy the setup more than the punchline. Seeing handcuffs click onto wrists, ropes twisted into knots, hoods being laced, belts being cinched and straitjackets being applied does more to get my juices flowing than any cum shot. I wish fetish porn focused more on progressive, inescapable restraint.

Someone once told me the best sex toy is the one between my ears. Decades before chastity devices were easily obtainable I wore athletic cups as a substitute, often continuously for weeks. They feel good, hit an athletic gear fetish, and constantly remind me my cock is protected but also off limits.

While today was probably warm enough for shorts, it was not so warm that tights were at all uncomfortable. When given an option, my gear-head always leans toward a “more Lycra is better“ attitude.

This heavy ballistic vest and uniform is a favorite of mine. I usually only wear it at bondage camp. I was particularly horny today, for reasons, so I lugged it out. The prisoner restraints just happened to be stored with the vest. We subsequently discovered that it attaches securely to the back!

Vet wrap is fucking awesome for mummification. For those unfamiliar, it‘s elastic, sticks to itself and can be safely applied directly to skin. Head wrapping is safe too, as it‘s porous enough to breathe through. Layering it thick from the neck down results in stretchy and inescapable bondage bliss.

Up early, as always. Not being able to remove any of this without his assistance is a real head trip. Underneath I’m locked and thickly padded. Still dry for now, but eventually I’ll have no choice about that. His total control over my cock, even as he sleeps, is what is such a turn on about this.

It’s cold as fuck here in Chicago. Despite it having quite some more capacity, forcibly being changed out of a semi-wet evening diaper and then into a fresh dry one and then being zipped into a lockable onesie and climbing under a heated blanket is absolute heaven.

Trapped in a prison for my body made out of canvas, all I could do was roll around and struggle in my soaked diaper. After being ignored for hours, Sir entered the room and I thought I was being freed. He proceeded to put his dick down the back of my diaper and filled it. I was helpless to stop him

Game over. Bears lost. :-( At least I am heading to bed still layered in football gear. I love waking up already cupped, ready to take on whatever the day throws at me.

I’m only halfway suited up, but already my cup is feeling kinda tight. The good kinda tight.

Them Bears play tonight, so I’m gearing up to watch the game. The more pads, the better.

Another of me from back in 2018. Basement dungeons can be chilly in winter months. I was told my uniform wasn’t enough “protection”, so I was compelled by those in charge to don a warm hooded jacket to keep cozy. The rope and lacing table were required to keep me secure during a detailed inspection.

This was me a few hours before midnight at a BDSM play party on new years eve back in 2016. The idea was to edge me such that I got off right as the clock struck midnight. It was a fantastic way to welcome the new year.

Obligatory post-indoor cycling crotch shot. When I was young this sort of thing got my juices flowing and led to a lifelong love of cycling. Funny thing is now all spandex *except* cycling gear make me horny. Once it became routine, the fetish faded. Plus this shit is too expensive for cum stains.