Male chastity

Locked

According to Amazon there are now four men who are likely to be spending some or all of the holidays locked in cock cages. As Hannah wrote, having my cock in a cage is symbolic:I was chaste and my sexuality was under Hannah’s control long before she locked me up. The fact that as I write my cock is in its little black silicon prison and has been for several days is certainly symbolic but it also has quite practical effects.

In my cage it is impossible for my cock to get fully erect. It can, uncomfortably, get and stay semi-erect and the ball ring keeps it engorged. At the same time the soft silicone insulates my cock and means that it gets next to no stimulation.

The lack of stimulation does not, however, mean that I am unaware of my cock. If anything the cage increases my awareness of the practical absence of my cock. Other than the discomfort of my broken erections, unless Hannah releases me, I simply feel nothing between my legs. Where my little cock had been there is a soft, black apparatus and a shiny brass padlock.

Hannah had worried that locking up my cock would lead me to thinking too much about it. After a few days caged this has not been the case. What I focus on is Hannah and her pleasures and enjoyment. I know that once I have pushed my cock into its cage and handed Hannah my key she largely forgets that I have a cock or that she has the key. And she is, I think, training me to focus on other, more useful and attractive things.

A final point, a lot of the writing about being locked in chastity focuses on how the cage keeps men horney because they are not allowed to come. As a man who was allowed to come only a few times a year even before my cock was “put away” I didn’t think this would be an issue for me. I was wrong. The deadening physical effect of the cage has made Hannah’s pleasure and her occasional teasing all the more precious to me because it reminds me of my place and what I have given away to become a man in my position. Lying locked up between Hannah’s thighs licking her sweet Pussy with two fingers still in her cunt and one two knuckles up her back door I know that my whole focus is on her orgasm, on filling my mouth with her sweetness and obediently swallowing her luscious liquids. And because I know she has left my key downstairs on her desk I am in no doubt that whether the Lady of the House chosen to finish on my tongue or in the privacy having me standing naked in my corner affords her, the last thing on her mind is my little cock straining in its cage.

Soon four more men are going to enjoy the pleasure of giving their sexuality to the women they adore. They can look forward to a happy New Year.

Cock Caged and Busy

submissive husband, chastity, dominant wife“Well of course I am serious, Darling. Your little cock is staying in its cage until at least Halloween.” said Hannah as she was dressing and I was pressing her yesterday panties into my corner. “I have to admit I like you locked up. I like you in your girdle as well, but as you tell me, with your little cock in its soft cage there is no sensation at all. Which is just how I like it. Remember, there is only one sexuality in our house, mine. What I like about your little black cage is that you are excited much less often. Which makes you less of a sex pest.”

I could hear her zipping up her dress.

“The point is Dear that with your cage I can really forget all about your sex and concentrate on your training. Better still, you won’t be distracted as much when you are working and you have a lot of work to do. So, five more minutes in your corner, have a nice cold shower and slip on your girdle and get to work. Maybe we can clip your little nipple for cocktails tonight. I know you don’t like that but it reminds you of your place and I want you to remember that.”

With that she left.

Hannah is right of course. The lack of any stimulation has reduced my level of distraction. In fact, I am really only horny when she teases me or plays with my nipples. Which means I really am over on her cycle. Or, at least, getting there. Which is where she wants me and so where I want to be.

A Week in My Cage

“So Darling, honestly, what is having your little cock in a cage like. It’s been a week and I am curious.” said Hannah.

“It feels, well, sort of normal. Or, a different sort of normal.”

“Your little cage doesn’t hurt?” asked Hannah.

“Not at all. Quite the opposite. It basically isolates my cock from any real sensation. I only feel it on when I get hard and because of the lack of sensation that does not seem to happen except when you tease me. Even my morning elections are sort of muted.”

“Muted. I like that, not a cock cage, a cock mute. Which is really what I wanted. A way to control your silly little elections. Perfect. We’ll leave it on then. Maybe on Saturday we’ll let you out… Or not.”

Caged

“So Darling,” Hannah said sleepily from our bed as I stood in my corner for my morning mindfulness, “How was your little cock cage to sleep in.”

“Surprisingly comfortable.” I replied as it had been.

“What about erections?” asked Hannah.

“Well, my morning erection was a bit difficult but one thing which I noticed is that because my cock is protected it isn’t stimulated by my nightie or the sheets or my panties so I didn’t have as many little erections as I usually do.”

“And you can’t play with yourself in your corner as I know you used to. What about peeing?” Hannah asked.

“Not a problem if I sit down.”

“Good. I think it looks quite nice. Much neater than having your little cock flopping around. You may get my tea.”

Not a word about taking the cage off.

Locked in my Cock Cage

“Darling, can you come up here for a moment.” Hannah called down the stairs when I got home for lunch. I went up to our bedroom and on the bed found:

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my little black cock

“It finally arrived when you were out. Now it looks to me as if there are a lot of fiddly bits which you will have to attend to. Go to it. We’ll formally put your little cock away at cocktails but I’d like you to try the various ring sizes and so on this afternoon. Once you are as comfortable as you can be you may come downstairs, kneel and hand me the keys. I counted. There are three of them.” Hannah smiled, “I am so glad I got you the small. Your little cock will be able to squeeze in there but, once you are locked up I don’t think there will be any erections for you without my permission.”

With that Hannah left and I began to figure out how my little cock cage worked. It is, in fact, quite small and it was a bit difficult to push the head of my cock in. I started with a big ball ring but that is too large and I am on the middle ring.

I’ve only worn my cage for an hour and it is not uncomfortable. But I know it is there. It is locked in place.

Half an hour ago I knelt at Hannah’s feet and, silently, handed her all three keys.

“Perfect. Now back to work and you can tell me at cocktail hour how it’s feeling. Then we’ll give you your little tablet and see how well it controls your erections.”

An Evening – Part II

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I knew what was coming. And I was not looking forward to it one bit.

“Put the water jug on the floor at the end of the coffee table Dear.” said Hannah. I did and waited for her next instruction.

“Kneel. That right, knees on either side of the jug. Perfect! Now Miss Black, a really well trained husband does exactly what he is told to do. And he does it until he is told to stop. Ready Darling…okay, lower your little balls and that silly cockette into the ice. That’s it dear. Now here is your kitchen timer…Four minutes should be about right.”

The shock of the iced water on my testicles was enough to make me forget how embarrassed I was to be kneeling in front of a strange woman in a bra, girdle and stockings. And then the ice hit the steel intruder up my bottom and I could feel it cooling in me. Hannah kept right on talking.

“Elliot loves this little old fashioned kitchen timer. I can be forgetful and a couple of times I have simply left him in his corner all afternoon. In fact, one day I went shopping and he simply had to stand there naked until I came back. And I often send him to a corner in my closet where he can enjoy his mindfulness in the dark. But, out of sight, out of mind.” (more…)

Hannah Relaxes

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Hannah writes about her evening at her dominant wife blog. Relaxing for her, a bit less so for me. I passed my one month chastity mark. Hannah is showing no signs at all of being in the least bit concerned. In fact, last night she teased me a little as I was getting ready for bed.

She has nipple trained me which means that it is nearly impossible for me to ejaculate without her pinching my nipples; but it is almost impossible not to when she pinches, especially if she uses her lovely long nails. Which she did last night but without any verbal permission I just had to lie back in my nightie and pantie girdle and let her enjoy my acute discomfort. She pinched my erect nipple through the thin cotton of my white nightie. She would put on a lot of pressure for a few seconds with the tips of her fingernails and then ease off a little only to repeat the pain a few seconds latter. My cockette, I am embarrassed to say, leaked precum in my pantigirdle and I had to go to sleep in the wetness of my mess.

I so hope she lets me ejaculate sometime before Halloween.