Alternative Key Chain
At A Glance Author Allen Baker Contact sambrubag@fast.net When A month ago Artist John, The Wand Man Studio www.princeswand.com Location on the net by Allen Baker
John The Wand Man's web site (www.princeswand.com) was how I found him. And what a find! I had my PA for about 3 years and had fantasized about a wand, but had no source for getting one. Immediately, I sent an inquiring email and started the process toward a custom made wand.
I had been in contact with The Wand Man by email and phone all during our planning and negotiations. We had discussed pros and cons of length and diameter of choices of wands as well as practical and decorative end caps. Just the discussions had produced major erections and eager anticipation.
Finally we had settled on two different length wands with interchangeable parts, allowing for maximum versatility. I paid his fees and sat back to wait. The man was amazing. Within two days I had an email with an update. Four days produced one with attachment pictures of the progress. He certainly had me salivating and oozing from more than one orifice.
At last the email came informing me that the items were boxed, posted, and on the way. I just had to call and thank him. During that conversation, we talked about length of time that is reasonable to leave a wand in place. The Man told me he often wore his three to five days at a time. And around the house he attached his wedding ring to it so that he jingled as he moved about. Well, that set all kinds of ideas in motion.
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At last the package came. I scurried into the house and the privacy of the bedroom and eagerly tore into the box. And there they were: two glorious, gleaming metal objects that were the focal point of my sexual arousal. Two beautiful silver wands just crying out to be slid into my dick slit.
Of course I tore off my clothes and removed the ring from my Prince Albert, all the time staring at the new wands. I lay my nude body down on the bed. Then with shaking hands, lubed up the shorter one and let gravity gently slide it into place. I had been a veteran sounder, so it met no resistance. I nearly shit myself to see the rod disappear into my cock tube. Suddenly the only thing in sight was the one-inch ring at the end. It protruded into the air above the end of my prick and bobbled in time with my heart beat. I just stared in fascination.
Eventually, I reached out and grasped the cross-piece to fit into the PA hole. I greased it liberally and slid it into place. It took a little doing to find the hole in the rod. But The Wand Man had prepared me for that. He'd assured me that with practice it would become easier, so I didn't despair. Soon I had the pin screwed into place. I stood up.
Wow! My only regrets with sounding had been that the rods always slid back out if I tried to move around. This was an unbelievable feeling. The rigid, three-inch rod was fixed in place, going nowhere. I loved it. The weight of it fought the rise of my erection, pulling it away from my belly and down into a horizontal lance. It stuck straight out in front of me and let me to the full-length mirror. Damn, that was a hot sight. Too hot to ignore. I grabbed my newly adorned member and wanked away.
We hadn't discussed the effects of orgasm with a wand, so The Wand Man had not forewarned me how a blocked tube would cause pressure and a back lash. I should have expected as much, since I had had similar experiences with a cord tied at the base of my cock. As soon as I realized what was happening, I quickly unscrewed the end ring, and my jism ran out the hollow metal tube. Whoa, what a show!
Then of course, I had to whiz. And the thought suddenly excited me as I hurried to the bathroom to take my first stand-up piss in two years. Oh, yeah! How nice to see a clearly-defined, non-spraying stream after all that time. When I finished, I didn't have wet nuts. I would be able to stand at a public urinal again. The wand was worth its price for that if nothing else.
Then my only desire was to dress and go out. To walk among people and know what was in my pants that they were totally oblivious to. What a turn on. When I went to grab my car keys is when the idea struck. I remembered The Wand Man talking about jingling as he walked about with his ring attached. I ran back to my closet to change into my convertible cargo pants, the ones that the legs zipped off to make them into shorts. Then I grabbed an eighteen inch length of lightweight chain and attached one end to the ring hanging out of the tip of my cock. On the other end of the chain I attached my car keys. I fished the keys down my right pant leg and zipped up.
I could feel their cool hardness against the inside of my right calf, just below my knee. They made a slight bulge, but only if you were looking for it. When I walked, however, they made a distinctive jangle at a place that didn't normally make noise. It would be obvious to anyone who stopped to think about it that they weren't hearing coins in my pocket.
I left the house and pranced down the walk to my car, clinking all the way. I hopped into the car and unzipped part of my right pant leg. I fished out the keys and, without unhooking the chain, inserted them into the ignition. Oh, wow! As the motor sprang to life, I experienced an unexpected benefit. There was just enough tension on the chain to telegraph the vibration of the rumbling engine! The entire time I drove, it was like I had a thin subtle vibrator stuck up my cock! I quickly envisioned more and more Sunday afternoon drives.
And now I fantasize about being stopped by a policeman for speeding or some other traffic violation. I can hardly wait to see the look on his face as he observes my new key chain.