A Conversation about my Cage

I was just cinching Mady, Hannah’s maid, into her corset when she asked, “Do you mind having to wear your cock cage all the time?”

“Not especially, Miss.” I replied honestly. “It is not uncomfortable if that is what you mean.”

“Not exactly. What I was wondering is what it is like for an obviously highly sexed man like you to be locked in chastity. I mean my Mistress literally has the key to your manhood.”

“Well, Miss, she has. But I’ve always accepted the fact that in our marriage there is only her sexuality. I really prefer it that way. Or at least I am used to it.” I said.

“But you still get hard in that little cage. You’ll be going to your corner soon so take your clothes off and let’s get you nice and hard.”

I obeyed my dominant little Miss and was soon standing in front of her quite naked.

“I mean I can get you hard just by talking to you. Making fun of that little cock in its black cage. Or I can make you hard by pinching your nipples like this.” And she reached up with her nicely manicured nails and squeezed my left nipple hard. “See, you are getting hard already. And I know if I keep sqeezing your nipple and then hold your balls in my other hand and squeeze them nice and hard, your tiny little cock will stick right out the tip of your cage.” She proceeded to demonstrate.

“So here you are with a pretty, wet, girl who you would just love to fuck and you can’t can you.” Mady said smiling.

“No Miss, I can pleasure you other ways.”

“Of course you can. And I suspect after dinner, after you have rinsed out my lingerie, I will want your tongue for a little while. But that isn’t my point. Right now, hard as you are, you can’t do a thing about it. I like that.”

“Yes Miss.”

“If I ever get married I am going to keep my husband’s cock in a cage. Of course he’ll be much bigger than your pathetic little cock. But I will keep him locked up. He’ll marry me in a cage. And I don’t think I will have him in a silicone cage either. A man with a big cock will need a stainless steel cage.”

“Yes Miss. So you plan to marry a submissive man?” I asked.

“Not exactly, Mistress tells me you were not submissive when you married. You were trained. If I get married I’ll do the training before the wedding. I think my mistress is a very wise woman. She told me once that since you have been caged you have been much more productive and, at the same time, more obedient. And I gather you have only been caged for about a year.”

“We got my cage in October last year. But Hannah began having me locked up pretty much full time in March.” I said.

“So only a few months before you hired me. Makes sense. My Mistress is not in the least bit jealous but I suspect she prefers to know if I decide to try to enjoy your cute little cock. And look at it trying to press out of its little cage. Well, here are my panties. Now they are all nice and wet. Off to your corner.”

“Yes Miss.”

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Spanking the Maid

We sat down in my study, Hannah in the comfortable black leather armchair before the fireplace, I on a matching sofa with a long, low hassock in front of it. Mady’s employment contract and Indenture were on my desk.

“Ready?” asked Hannah.

“Yes, very much so.” I replied. Hannah reached for her little bell and rang it. Mady appeared with coffee on a silver tray. She set the coffee on the side table and curtsied.

“So, Mady,” began Hannah, “Your probation ended today and we would like your to work for us and give your loyalty and obedience to our House.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“You have read the employment contract and the Indenture?”

“Yes Madam.”

“And you agree to our terms? And you are willing to sign and swear your Indenture?” asked Hannah gently.

“Yes Madam”

“Do you have any questions?” asked Hannah in a soft voice. Mady shook her head. “Well then, let’s get on with it. Elliot, show Mady where to sign.”

I walked Mady to my desk and went through the papers. She signed as expected and I countersigned the employment contract. The Indenture, however, was between the Head of the House and her servant and I took the signed document to Hannah.

“Now, Mady, your first oath will be taken on your knees to me.” said Hannah. “Then, tomorrow, we’ve arranged for you to make this same oath before God at our Church tomorrow afternoon.”

Mady knelt before Hannah and read the short promise which I held before her. I cannot quote the words as it is private but she undertook to be Hannah’s handmaiden and to obey all Hannah’s orders and to be loyal, obedient and chaste for the period of her Indenture. She asked for God’s help to make her obey her liege lady and to accept her position as Hannah’s bondswoman. I held our Bible and Mady swore her oath to Hannah and to God.

Yes, I know,all very feudal and not in the least enforceable in a Court of Law; but for Mady and for Hannah, and for me as witness, it was solemn and absolutely binding.

Then Hannah put her hand on our Bible and swore to guide, discipline and lead Mady in the fulfilment of her solemn pledge and that our House would shelter her, feed her, clothe her and nurse her when she was ill and to direct her spiritual and moral life in her best interests.

“Done. Now Mady I would like you to roll up your skirt and pull your panties to your stockings tops and lie across Elliot’s lap for your first spanking.”

“Yes Madam.” Mady stood and, still facing Hannah rolled up the skirt of her uniform to her waist. She was wearing sheer black satin tap panties which she left in place until she had positioned herself to come across my lap. Only then did Mady lower her panties and lie across my thighs.

It had been years since I spanked a girl. Not something which comes to a man in my position very often. I looked at Hannah.

“Go ahead dear. I’ve told Mady that you are rather good at warming a girl’s bottom and I should know.”

I began. Gingerly at first but soon I got into the delightful rhythm of a good hard spanking. I like to start by going side to side but once I have my pace I will focus on first one cheek than the other for four or five slap. Mady had lovely white, smooth skin which went a pretty pink before darkening to the scarlet I knew Hannah expected. She initially lay quite still but as my pace increased and her bottom reddened she began to wiggle and kick her legs a bit. Gusts of the scent I knew so well from my corner began to distract me as Mady grew more excited the harder I spanked her. I simply kept going. Hannah would decide when Mady had been spanked long enough. Just as my arm began to tire I heard Hannah.

“Perfect. Darling you have lost none of your vigor. But now Mady needs to get up on the hassock on her hands and knees.”

This was, I admit, a bit of a surprise. However, I released Mady and she did what she was told keeping her skirts well up and displaying her now bright red bottom to its full advantage.

“Mady, you said to me that you would like to make your submission to me in particular and I think that is an excellent idea. So we’ll begin with twelve strokes of my little rattan cane.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Perhaps, Elliot, you might hold Mady’s wrists to steady her.”

I did what I was told and very quickly Hannah set to work with her cane. I know that Hannah has caned me harder but, to be fair, she spared Mady very little of the cane’s biting force. After three strokes I could see tears forming in Mady’s pretty blue eyes and after six she was whimpering and her tears had begun to fall. At nine she was trying to pull away and the last two strokes, delivered at nearly full force pushed her over the edge and she began to bawl.

And then it was over.

“Mady, a good cry is a very good start for a handmaiden. Here’s a tissue. You can stay in your position until you have recovered sufficiently for us to move on to the next step in your submission. But you have done very well and I am very proud of you.”

“Thank you Madam.” Mady blubbed.

Hannah and I sat down to our coffee with the darling girl quaking in tears on our hassock a foot away from us, skirts over her hips, looking at Hannah, the Lady of the House, in wonder.

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Dressing the Maid

Yes, it has been a little while since I have posted. Terribly busy with work and wanted to take enough time to describe the wonderful weekend when Mady formally entered service as the Lady of the House’s maid. Hannah wrote a little bit about Mady’s requests here but until I read that I had no idea. Instead, having spent my day en femme it was time to dress Mady in the formal outfit she and Hannah had come up with for formal occasions.

I climbed the stairs to her space and politely knocked. In the last month I had discovered that Mady was more than capable of being a thoroughly demanding young miss in her own space. I had spent a daily ten minutes with my nose pressed against her moist panties in a corner she had designated. But this was the first time I had been to her door uncaged. Worse, Hannah tripled my micro dose of Viagra and I realized that even with my panti girdle on my cock was very hard indeed at the prospect of dressing such a pretty young girl.

“Just a minute” I heard Mady call. I waited and, eventually, her door opened. She had just stepped out of her shower and was wearing a very sheer robe.

“You look lovely Miss.” I said quite truthfully.

“Thank you. I am going to need your help with my uniform in a few minutes. But first I need to do my hair and make up. Here are my panties and you can strip and go to your corner while I get ready.”

“Yes Miss.” I took her lovely full cut white cotton panties, undressed and stood in the corner. Mady’s scent is very different from Hannah’s. Each are intoxicating but Mady’s is somehow earthier, the difference between a rich red wine and a beautiful Chablis. As I stood I became very hard indeed. A fact Mady noticed in her mirror.

“You seem eager.” she said knowing I could not respond while I was in my corner. “I see what Madam means.”

I heard Mady come up behind me and then felt her hand on my rigid cock.

“Not tiny, but nothing to worry about.” there was a laugh in her voice, “So in a few hours I have to submit to this. Well, Madam does say you are an excellent spanker and, though I don’t have permission to do this until I have sworn my bond, I gather you have excellent oral skills. But there is no danger my gag reflex will be involved in tonight’s proceedings.”

Mady stroked my cock fairly hard and then dug her long nails into the throbbing purple head. “Time to dress me. Just put on your bra and girdle and you can get to work.”

it was not the easiest thing in the world to pull up my pantie girdle over my rock hard cock but I managed and then turned to see Mady sitting at her vanity. She had on her robe and a pair of very pretty black lace panties. Lying on the chaise beside her was a corset, stockings and a dress. Mady stood up and turned away from me.

“Now hand me the corset first. And no peeking.” I did as I was told and was rewarded with a lovely view of her pretty breasts in her vanity mirror. Mady was a gracefully built girl, her breasts were teardrops, high on her lithe torso and her nipples turned nicely upwards resting on a rounded fullness beneath. The corset was rather cunningly designed. It was a conventional long Victorian design which rested on her hips. But it was neither over nor properly under bust; rather it had quarter cups which supported and presented Mady’s breasts without covering the nipples. It was made of a very simple black satin undercasing covered in delicate black lace.

Mady had been wearing a corset for service for several weeks and, as I began to lace her in, I realized that she would easily meet the twenty one inch waist standard Hannah preferred.

“You’ll have to lace me tighter than that Sir. The dress has a nineteen and a half inch waist which mean I have to be nineteen. But not to worry. I have been wearing a training corset in the evenings and I have managed to lace myself down to eighteen and a half. Very Victorian.”

I pulled on the ribbons of her corset and she was quite right. She had sewn a mark for nineteen inches on the ribbons and I could see five more which would take her all the way down to seventeen and a half inches. But not tonight. I tied off the ribbons.

At the bottom of the corset were six thin garter straps with metal stockings tabs. I knelt behind Mady and she rested her hand on my shoulder as she slipped her foot into the first stocking. I rolled it up her leg. It was a long stocking ending well up her thigh. She fastened the front tab leaving me to do the side and rear and then we repeated the process with her other stocking.

“Now, Hold my dress.”

The dress was a well constructed, very plain, sheath with just a slit in the back to allow Mady to walk, carefully. I had to ease it over her hips and then she wriggled into the bodice. I fastened the hooks and eyes which closed the back.

“Apron”

Again, from behind I handed her her very well starched, lace trimmed, cocktail apron which was more a mark of her station than of any practical value. I tied the bow tight right at her corseted waist.

“Thank you. Now, I know that Madam is expecting you for cocktails shortly so you don’t need to rinse out my panties tonight. Off you go.”

I did as I was told.

Still Caged

After Hannah had me with our nJoy wand yesterday I thought I might be released from my little cock cage…No luck.

“Oh, not yet dear.” said Hannah, “I like you locked up. I can have a little fun with you while not worrying at all about you getting too excited. It’s perfect. Now, have you finished the next book?”

I had, fortunately. Here it is for free for the next couple of days. I have to admit that I love the “porn” of the late 50’s early 60’s. It is so innocent and so “naughty”.

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The Rainy Season

Stockings at last

Hannah seemed very pleased with herself this morning.

“So Darling, that nice man in the States wrote back. He’s having a lot of trouble with the wish list, not your fault just something about how it works. But I am going to make arrangements and, in a little while, we’ll be able to lock up your little cock.”

As I was in my corner Hannah did not expect an answer.

“Now I know that you would never break your vow of chastity but I have to admit I have enjoyed having you in girdles most of the time these last few weeks but you only have three pounds to go and that will mean you’ll be wearing your girdles less. So let’s see how we enjoy locking you up.”

Hannah came up behind me and reached around for my already hard cock. “I think it will be great having this little thing in a short cage so that you learn to only have erections when I want you hard. Even with your Viagra. It will give you a goal for the rainy season.”

She gave my cock a squeeze with her long nails.

“Now get your girdle on and get off to your desk. Lots to do.”

Interactive Chastity

My cock’s new home?

Not sure I like the sounds of what my lovely Hannah wrote after all sorts of tempting hints at this afternoon’s activities.

I am leaving the question of locking his little cockette up to my readers. I have this rather elegant cock cage on my wishlist at Amazon. If you want Elliot to be locked in chastity under his girdle all you need to do is click on the link. I don’t think he’ll like being locked up but I think it is something I would like to try on him. Needless to say he has no choice in the matter and I will be instructing him to post this on his blog as well. a dominant wife

Instructions are instructions and, even if one of our readers decides to help Hannah lock me up it will take at least a couple of weeks before the thing gets here.

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Chastity – the Honour System

Hannah has been keeping me on a rather short leash for the summer. I am at day 21 without relief and this is when it begins to become very difficult indeed. Especially as the low dose Viagra means I wake up hard and get hard during the day at the drop of a hat.

The Lady of the House seems to have backed off the CB6000S chastity cage for the moment which is a bit of a relief. But she is still toying with the idea.

What she has been doing is teasing and making me work on rather erotic books(link to a free copy of 50’s Strip Tease Artists). Nothing gets me harder faster than Hannah coming up behind me, reaching down my shirt, stroking my nipple and asking, “Do you like that girl?” when I have a picture up on my screen.

She’s very vague as to when I might be allowed some relief. As that is her decision entirely, it is nice to know that she is at least thinking about it.

Rewards

“Darling,  thank you so much for posting the Amazon items.  I know it’s a lot of work but it’s fun to see what people buy and,  well if we are ever going to get a cage for your little cock we’re going to have to work hard. However…” She said slipping her hands under her skirt and slipping  off her panties. “I think you need a little corner time to focus before cocktails.  When you hear the timer go off put on one of your girdles and one of your pretty camis and bring down your nipple clips. Having your nipples clipped for cocktails always makes you  nice and hard. And don’t forget your tablet. You might as well have a bit of fun with your little cock while you still can.”

I Immediately did what I was told and, standing in my corner, engulfed in Hannah’s sweet scent, I realised she had pretty much decided to cage me.

Waiting

The Lady of the House seems ready for me to break my chastity. She has been kind enough to let me ejaculate exactly once in the last two weeks. But this morning she was definitely a bit interested in my oral attentions. Usually that means that, over the next couple of days, she will want me to orally pleasure her and, if I am good at that (which, modestly, I am) then there is every chance she will want me for her greater pleasure.

Or not.

And that is, of course, the point. Only her desire matters. She knows I want her desperately. But unless and until she wants me, my desires are just that. The Lady of the House is perfectly capable of forgetting my desires all together. As is her perfect right. But a man can dream.