Male chastity

Hot and Busy…

dominant wife, submissive husband, cock cageYes, I have been a very naughty blogger as Hannah was pointing out to me just this morning.

“I know how the evening ended with Mady, but your readers don’t and I am not about to write it for you,” she said to me as I stood naked in my corner. “Now, I know that it has been hot, so hot that I have not had you in your little cock cage or in a girdle all month. But this is ridiculous.”

I don’t talk in my corner. And if I nod my head there is the danger of dropping Hannah’s panties so I don’t do that either.

“Well, elliot, it has cooled off and if I can manage to write the first part of a novel while it has been this hot, I can’t see why you can’t write up the last part of our evening with Mady. Or are you too humiliated still, nearly two months later. Either way, it will not do. It is cooler now, Mady is settled in, you are much less busy.”

“But I suspect that you have been having far too much fun and thinking far too much about your little cockette. Obviously, you need to be locked up to get anything done. Turn around.”

I did as I was told. Hannah had my cock cage waiting. She grabbed my little cock and balls and put the smallest ring around them. “The small ring will be a little tight and a little uncomfortable, all the time. And I’ve told Mady she should tease you much more than she has been when you’ve been out of your cage.” Hannah pulled my cock into the cage and, none too gently, crammed it in. “You can adjust that later.” she said reaching for the padlock which she snapped shut. “And, just to give you a little extra incentive, I am upping your Viagra starting today. I want that pathetic little cock straining against your little sissy cockette cage. Maybe then you’ll get cracking and start writing. Do I make myself clear?”

As Hannah said this last she squeezed my testicles, hard. I winced with pain.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Hannah kept the pressure on. “I’ve spoken with Mady and you are going to be disciplined there too. More corner time, fewer little touching pleasures. Or tasting pleasures you goat. You have a blog to update and the rest of your work and, don’t forget, I want our new book done this week without fail.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, now get dressed and get to work. Send Mady up with my tea.”

I was dismissed. Off to work. And here I am.

End of the Maid’s First Day

dominant wife, submissive husband, maid in charge“Sir, if you would be kind enough to come up to my space.” said Mady standing at the door to my study. Hannah was already in bed and I realized that this striking young woman was inviting me into the space where she exercised her own authority. I followed her through the dining room and up the stairs to her studio.

“Well Elliot, now you can be the maid. Undo my apron.”

“Yes Miss.” First I undid the finicky little buttons which held the bib to the uniform and then I went behind her and undid the bow which tied the apron on.

“And now unfasten the dress.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Now loosen the corset.”

Again I did as I was told. Mady undid the busk. And then she reached under her chemise and rolled down her panties.

“I like what Madam has you do in the morning. A few minutes in the corner with your nose pressing my panties should be a perfect end to a delightful day… Off you go. You can leave your girdle on.”

“Yes Miss.”

I went to the corner Mady pointed to, took off my clothes and took my position. I was engulfed in Mady rich, moist scent. I could hear Mady washing and could not help my cock pressing against its cage. How humiliating to be sent to a corner by my maid. Well, Hannah’s maid. But delicious as well.

Mady came out of the washroom and pottered around her space. She took no notice of me in my corner. Finally she spoke.

“I see Madam has trained you very well indeed. You’ll rinse those panties when you corset me tomorrow. There is a bra and stockings to be done as well. Now put those panties in my basket.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Other evenings I’ll have other things for you to do. But uncorseting me will be a constant as will a few minutes in your corner.”

“Yes Miss.”

“I think I am going to like this job. Madam is so kind and you, well you are beautifully trained and charmingly obedient. You seemed to like unbuttoning my apron. And undoing my corset. I suspect we can work with that a little. And even in your cage and your girdle I can see that your cornertime focused you nicely.”

Mady, in a white cotton nightie stood quite close to me.

“I am not a huge fan of men in general. But a man who does exactly what he is told is something I have never encountered. I’ll have to think about that. Good Night Elliot.”

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It’s Complicated

submissive husband, dominant wife, male  chastityIt does not look as though I will be getting out of my girdle soon or my cock cage ever. I am quite reconciled to my chastity simply because it makes Hannah so pleased to have my cockette as she calls it under lock and key. The girdle is less appealing. Not because of the discomfort, rather because of the humiliation of wearing this very feminine garment daily. And it will be all the worse if Hannah finds a Maid because I know she’ll know that I have to wear a girdle.

Hannah likes to, as she puts it, bring out my feminine side but, in a funny sort of a way, she would hate it if I was any less than masculine in my dealings with the rest of the world. She want me submissive to her but out cutting and thrusting with the rest of the entrepreneurs I work with. And she is perfectly delighted to play the part of the elegant, imperious and very supportive wife in public. She does not expect or want my submission where there are the social games of position to be played. Not at all. She wants and expects to compete and win. Which is a huge help to me.

As well, my job is to do the male things around the house just like any other husband (but with no nagging because Hannah does not nag, she sends me to my corner and gets her cane). So the little repairs and maintenance tasks are all mine.

While there are certainly times when the Lady of the House requires me to be more than a little feminine, most of the time she wants a deeply submissive alpha male. Suits me.

On Being Caged: the New Normal

I have been in my cock cage since the first of March. Reading the blogs of other chaste husbands I have been struck by how they long to be free of their chastity. Much whimpering and begging and tales of painful, broken, erections.

I have my fair share of discomfort as my morning wood fills my cage or Hannah gives me a little tease before bed;but that is all part of the sense of having my cock taken away from me.

When I first started wearing my cage it felt strange. My cock was isolated, beyond my control, beyond even my touch. It felt very odd, wrong even. But as my time in my cage went from being occasional to constant I have begun to forget how it felt for my cock to be free. The soft cage is like wearing five or six thick condoms. While it pinches my balls occasionally, I hardly notice the cage most of the time. Only when, involuntarily, I get hard does the cage bite. Most of the time the lack of sensation where my cock used to twitch barely registers.

Wearing a girdle most of the day simply adds to my sensation of incompleteness. I used to have a cock and balls and the masculine sensations which went with them. Now I have nothing except the constant reminder that Hannah holds the keys to the lock and is not inclined to use them.

Before I was caged I had not idea how powerful absence could be; now I know my sexuality, or at least the capacity to do anything about it has been erased by a carefully molded piece of eight inch thick silicone. Our marriage now truly has only one sexuality – Hannah’s.

Which is how my darling wants it and how it should be. I suspect many marriages would be much deeper and more satisfying if wives caged up their husbands and husbands accepted the complete submission a cock cage creates


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.”