Chastity Cage

A little over 13 months ago my sweet baby locked my cock in a metal chastity cage for the first time. It was entirely her idea. I had never heard of a chastity cage until she brought it up the first time. After the third or forth time she mentioned, it I figured I’d look into it. (Which is how I stumbled on Tumblr). After reading about the cages, it seemed like it would be fun to let her lock it up once in a while, so I bought a cheap cage on Amazon to surprise her with. That particular cage was a disaster. But sweet baby was SO excited! We went back online and found two more to try. One of those worked out pretty well. It came on a Thursday. We were going camping with another couple that weekend. When she opened the box initially, she excitedly said, “let’s put it on now and leave it on the whole weekend”. I wore it to bed that night, I wore it to work on Friday. If you have never worn a cock cage, or don’t have a cock, you cannot imagine just how much of an impact wearing one has on your daily life. Going to the bathroom, (the act itself, and also the risk of someone seeing at a urinal), walking, sitting, the tightness of every pair of pants you own, nocturnal erections. There is not a moment throughout the day that you are unaware of your predicament. But it is so much fun! When the weekend was over I was very much looking forward to having sweet baby unlock it. After unpacking I said to her, “Can you take it off now”? Without a moments pause she responded, “No, I like this. I don’t want this to be a once in a while thing. I want you wearing it 24/7”. Quite frankly I was somewhat dumbfounded. But yet intrigued at the same time. And that’s the way of the cage. You love it and hate it simultaneously. I desperately want to cum, and at the same time love when she doesn’t allow it. So much of the time I cannot discern whether I’m coming or going. I’m relieved, yet disappointed when I get to cum. I’m frustrated, yet exhilarated when she deprives me of an orgasm. After 2 months wearing that cheap Amazon cage, baby had a custom cage built for me. After wearing this one I cannot believe I was able to tolerate the other. And of all the hours and minutes that have ticked by since she clicked that lock shut the very first time, that cage has been locked snugly around my cock at least 95% of those minutes and seconds. She takes it off when she wants to play with it, or when she wants to watch me play with it. Occasionally she takes it off and leaves it off for an extended period of time, a week, sometimes two. She likes how uncomfortable it is when I have to start wearing it again. Last week was one of those times. We flew up to visit my parents and sweet baby told me to leave the cage at home. We got home Monday night and she let me sleep without it. Tuesday morning I woke up hard and wanting to play. Baby felt my hardness as we cuddled, she reached around and started stroking me until I was rock hard and wanting desperately to slide into her. At that moment she said, “go get your cage and put it on now”. I groaned. She giggled. Seriously, she giggled. Then she said, “look at that look on your face. You look so disappointed.” “I am”, I whined. “Can’t we play again before you lock it back up”? “No. go get it and put it on now.” She responded. I spent the next few minutes trying to stuff my big swollen cock into that small tight metal cage. When I had finally succeeded, she clicked the lock shut and jumped out of bed to start her day. I woke up this morning tired and cranky. The cage pinched and pulled all night. I woke up thinking I hate this thing, I want it off. And almost immediately thought how glad I am that she locked it away. It’s an absurd dichotomy I know. But that’s the way of the cage. I feel proud that she wears the key unabashedly around her neck all day proclaiming her ownership. And I feel proud to be owned. Well, with that, it’s time to go see my first patient. I wonder what they would think if they knew that their straight laced doctor was sitting in front of them locked in a metal chastity cage?

What do you think?

You Tell Him He Can’t Cum

The first time and you feel awful. It hurts you as he begs and tells you how much he needs it. As he curses and his hand shakes as you make him put his cock away. As he wheedles and tries to undermine your command and you aren’t so sure anymore this is what he wants, but you shore up and are firm and you tell him how it will be.

It turns out he loves you for it. It drives him mad. Hearing stern rules almost makes him cum on the spot untouched. Being denied fuels him in a way you can’t quite comprehend, and this first time as you fight guilt and relief in equal measure you don’t enjoy the power.

Oh but the next time… the next time you barely breathe in his direction and he’s hard? You work him up with such little effort to the point where he tells you he needs to cum, asks you to cum… and this time you deny him with a smile. This time the commands fly off your tongue. This time wonderfully evil ideas spin through your mind and sorting through to pluck only one or two this time occupies far too much of your time. You are soaked through.

It is not just a no for now. It is a no for the afternoon. It is a no for the evening. It is a no as you cum and he listens. It is a no as you send him favorite porn of his. It is a no as you let him choose what toy you will masturbate with. It is a no as others tease him. It is a no as you cum again. A world of denial coming easily, and with each no his desperation is evident, but he doesn’t fight it. He’s so grateful. Drowning in lust and hotness and your attention. Denied but not forgotten. Allowed to edge and edge so pleasure builds, if not release.

He has a time limit. A count down. He knows when his torment is set to end. That does not stop him from asking. From needing. From begging. From cursing, but with a smile. Enjoying the teasing nearly as much, if not more, than he’ll enjoy his release. That’s okay… you’ll enjoy that release enough for both of you, over and over and over.

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