Butt Plugs and Brain Chemistry—the Good Stuff

Living Plugged Increases Happiness

An awkward "selfie" of my butt, while I'm
lying in bed taking a nap. My plug is
buried too deep to show, here.

I've often written here that wearing a butt plug (for me) is kind of addicting, makes me feel good, and it's gotten to the point that I really sleep much better when I'm plugged and naked. I finally realized that wearing a butt plug actually alters brain chemistry and floods my brain with elevated levels of the good stuff—serotonin. Health food stores across the country routinely carry a supplement called "tryptophan" and it is known to increase the levels of serotonin in the brain. Serotonin is the happiness "drug" that rises when we're engaged in pleasant behavior, and for me, being naked and plugged do that. However, wearing a butt plug was recommended by doctors even as early as the late 1800s, as they thought it decreased hysteria, and they were right. There is a distinct connection between what goes on in the butt and what goes on in the brain. Not to belabor the point, but scientists have also discovered that generally happy people have different fecal bacteria in the gut than generally unhappy people, and there are now actual fecal transplants to help change the moods and attitude of unhappy, cantankerous, and nasty people.

 Yes, of course, I'm overgeneralizing for the purpose of getting your attention. I'm neither a scientist nor a doctor, or for that matter, I'm not a psychologist either—but I bet you'd get better treatment from your doctor and your psychiatrist if both of them were wearing butt plugs when they're seeing patients! And I would like to generalize some more. Since the inception of this blog, Living Plugged, I have advocated for both men and women to get in touch with their butts, with anal play, fucking, and keeping plugs in their rectum. Now more than ever, with all of us having come through the stress of a pandemic and just getting our lives back, we need something to help alleviate our anger, depression, and frustration, and I can think of nothing better on a day by day, hour by hour basis that to have a comfortable, soothing, butt plug in your rectum. 

 This also goes for heterosexual men, whom I often feel are societally restricted from pleasuring their anal side of sex and that glorious prostate just waiting to be massaged from the inside.

 Over the last nine years and almost six months of living plugged, I've also learned to glean enjoyment from being secretly plugged and to not feel guilty, let's say if I'm talking to my grandmother, a sibling, a friend, or a stranger. I say "guilt" but it's more akin to that feeling that it's somehow "wrong" to wear a butt plug in public or anytime. I've long ago passed that societal taboo that anything that deals with nudity, genitalia, sex, or gaining pleasure from playing with my butt is wrong or that wearing a plug and talking with grandma at the same time is somehow wronging them.

So I will once again sign off with extolling the pleasure of waking up with a plug in my ass and somehow wanting to express how good it feels to live plugged.