Interesting. Maybe I see it as they tend to calm me faster. There is nothing worse than the cycle of frustration that triggers futile attempts to defeat my belt. These just increase frustration, and the cycle gets worse, until total failure finally makes you accept the inevitable. I suppose in essence thigh bands make me accept that "total failure" much more quickly - so much so that I don't attempt to defeat my belt in the first place.
Instead, desperation is more likely to make me seek out my partner; flash the big puppy dog eyes at her and try to get her to take sympathy on me. The usual outcome being she shakes her head in mock disgust, followed by a smile and finally that nod of acquiescence, and I win my reward. Trust me, that is far, far better for both of us than masturbation! And is the reason in our home, why a device designed to prevent stimulation, often does the complete opposite! 🤣
