Thanks for posting in my log, RED. I'm really bad about warming up prior to my first constrictor. It's gotten to be a habit that needs to change.REDZULU2003 said:Looking very good.
Just remember to keep warming up and down after and before sessions.
Question: Do you recommend doing the constrictors every day or every other day? I currently do them on a 3-on/1-off cycle.
Yesterday:
No Warmup
12 min Basic Constrictor
massage
alternating Hot Wrap/cold dips
12 min Basic Constrictor
massage
alternating Hot Wrap/cold dips
rested a few hours
massage
20 min BTC hang at 6.75lbs
massage
Hot Wrap
20 min BTC hang at 6.75lbs
massage
Hot Wrap
edged for about 30 minutes
put on cockring
NOTES:
T-vein showed up during the constrictors and after the first hang. Really got a good burn on the second BTC hang. I dled some "women fucking machines" video samples and edged for some time to that - 30minutes is listed, but it was probably longer.
I have to say that the adult entertainment on the "fucking machines" site stimulates me more than anything else that I have seen yet. There is one sample that shows a chick "squirting" (cum?) while she is orgasming loudly and being pounded by the machine-driven dildo. Very Hottttt. Even the girl's friend was like,"Holy Shit! Wow!" Needless to say, after watching and wanking (we call it "edging"
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK:
Here's how the nightmare went down - I went to the bathroom to take a piss. When I whipped my penis out, it was really long - almost touching the floor. Urine started exiting out of the side of the penis in one spot instead of from the meatus. Shortly after that, more holes appeared around the shaft with the urine gushing out, until, finally - the whole penis burst into vertical sections like a peeled banana. At this point, my destroyed dick started stretching even lower until it was dragging in some kind of sewer sludge at the bottom of the urinal. I was frantically reeling in my dick to pull it out of the muck while repeatedly saying,"Oh please let this be a dream!" At the same time, I was calculating how long I could get to the hospital and wondering if they could fix my dick up. The horrible thing about this dream was that it was very realistic and detailed. Anyhow, I woke up needing to take a piss and immediately opened my waistband to check my penis. PHEW!!! Talk about relief. The moral of this nightmare is: be careful about looking at pics in the Disfunctional Cafe . . . I think that one I viewed a month or so ago weaseled its way into my subconscious. Yuck.