Locked and Controlled
I had read about cock cages on several websites, and I was quite intrigued with the concept. Many attempts at refraining from masturbation had brought about a messy ending. What I had learned is that if I was not capable of being in chastity through sheer will power. There were several femdom mistresses that have a remote domination service where they control the cock cage and only grant access when you met their demands. Being without a girlfriend or wife, this idea greatly appealed to me so I decided to explore this further.
The more challenging aspect of this decision was how and where to purchase a cage. There were several options online but I had no idea what size I needed, what material I wanted, or even how to put the damn thing on. I found a local shop and waited until just before closing to go in, hoping no other customers would be there. As luck would have it, I was the only one in the store. A rather wimpy man with feminine tendencies came over and said, “Can I help you find something?”
My face turned red with embarrassment and I said, “Yes, but this is humiliating to talk to another man about.”
He said, “It’s okay. You are in a safe place right now. No one, especially me, is going to judge you in this store.”
I explained what I was looking for, why I was looking for it and my reasons for coming to the store. He seemed completely unphased by my explanation and looking at his watch he said, “You probably want some privacy so I’m going to close up shop a few minutes early.”
He discussed various materials, the pros and cons of each, and then discussed types of cages, proper fitting, and so on. When I told him what appealed to me the most he walked to the back wall and produced a cock cage that was almost identical to the one I had pictured in my mind. Then he said, “For obvious reason I cannot let you try it on and then return it. But if this one doesn’t fit right, the next one is on the house.”
I took it and flipped it over and over and he finally said, “You need help putting it on don’t you?”
I felt the heat return to my face as my red skin gave my embarrassment away. He said, “Like I said earlier, I don’t judge as long as you don’t judge me. Come on, let’s go in the back so we can get you fitted.”
As he removed my pants and began fiddling around with the cage I felt myself becoming really aroused. Being straight, I was throroughly embarrassed by my body’s reaction. Sensing my emotions again, he said, “Don’t worry. You’re not turning gay. It is common to become aroused when you are fulfilling a sexual fantasy and it doesn’t help that I have to handle your junk to get you fitted.”
He finally got it on and said, “How does it feel?
I said, “It’s a little bit tight.”
He smiled and said, “It takes some time to get used to it. Start out wearing it 2 hours the first day, 4 hours the second day, and so forth until you are able to wear it the whole day.”
He explained how the remote works and told me once I found a domme I wanted to belong to, I could just mail her the remote and she could override the key on the device. This would essentially fulfill my fantasy of her being completely in charge of my orgasms. I followed his instructions and within 12 days I was able to wear the cage all day and all night. On the 13th day I was sitting at work and heard a metallic clicking sound but never heard it again. On the 14th day I went to remove the device for a few moments, but the key would not work. In a panic I called the sex toy shop and said, “I cannot get my device unlocked. Am I doing something wrong?”
He laughed and said, “No. I gave you a fake remote and kept the real one for myself. I now control your orgasms. Come see me in two weeks and we will discuss me letting you out for a quick orgasm before I lock you up again.”
Then he said, “If you get within 300 feet of the store before your two weeks is up, I will be notified and I will send an electrical shock to your cage to teach you who your new boss is.”
Before I could even protest he hung up and then would not answer my call again. The next two weeks were unbearable. If my shirt just brushed up against my nipples I became aroused. If an attractive woman appeared on the television, I became aroused. My thoughts became consumed with being able to orgasm and after two weeks, orgasm was the only thing I cared about. I drove back to the store and when he saw me he pointed to the back room where he had originally caged me. When he walked in I said, “Is this some kind of sick joke?”
He smiled and said, “This is no joke. If you want to cum you will obey me. I already know what you are thinking. Once I get the cage off of your cock you will quickly run out of the store screaming. That is why I am tying you up before I let you orgasm.”
To my utter surprise and dismay I felt myself becoming very aroused. I had dreamt on many occasion of a woman doing exactly what he was doing to me. Even though I am not gay, his absolute control over my body was erotic and as the blood flowed to my cock the cage became more and more uncomfortable. He said, “remove your clothes and lie down on the table on your back”
Feeling defeated, I did as I was told and found myself lying on his table. I felt him fasten something to my ankles and then to my wrists before he said, “there you go. Completely helpless now. Let’s remove that cage and see how the little guy is doing.”
He removed the cage, then he came around to where he was standing behind me and poured warming oil on my nipples. He gently caressed my nipples and my whole body jolted from the pleasure. He said, “Keep saying the words “I love to be caged” over and over while I play with your nipples.”
As he played with my nipples I was speaking the words at first and as the pleasure intensified, I was practically yelling the words. My back was arched and my body ached for release. He put his mouth very close to my ear and blowing warm air into my ear he said, “Cum for your master.”
My body exploded and I screamed the words “I love to be caged Master” over and over until the pleasure subsided. I realized it was not the orgasm I had hoped for. I had emptied my balls but my hormone levels did not respond the way they normally do after I cum. I was not sleepy and I still felt very aroused. I also didn’t know why I had added the word Master onto the end of saying I love to be caged.
He said, “Do you want master to cage up your cock again slave?”
Before I could even think about the implications of saying yes or no the words left my mouth as I said, “Yes Master.”
He reattached the cage and then he untied me. I was twice his size and had a fairly hard-core military background. I said, “I could break you in two and take that damn remote control from you if I wanted to.”
He smiled and said, “I’m sure you could.” Then walking over to me he grabbed my nipples and said, “But you won’t, will you slave?”
Intense waves of submissiveness flooded my mind and my body as I bowed my head and said, “No Master.”
Then he said, “Good slave. And this time you will learn obedience and respect. Three weeks before your next orgasm. And if you ever threaten me again you will die in that cage and never orgasm again. Now get out of my store and come back in three weeks. You know what I am doing to you but knowing does not help you. I am going to reprogram you to become my slave and there is nothing you can do to resist my power.”
By the end of three weeks my brain was mush. If I even thought about sex I would start leaking cum. I tried to bury myself in my work or go to the gym a lot to take my mind off of my physical urges but nothing worked. When I closed my eyes my mind took me back to being tied to that bed and being blissfully helpless as he brought me to orgasm. Three weeks finally arrived and when I walked in he said, “Ooh. It looks like it has been a tough three weeks for my slave.”
I replied, “Yes Master.”
As he fastened down the restraints he took the remote out and I felt the lock release. I suddenly felt sad and he said, “I see my brainwashing took effect. You love to be caged and it makes you sad to have it removed doesn’t it slave?”
I confirmed his assertions and then he said, “Last time I gave you a ruined orgasm. It relieves the pressure on your balls but it doesn’t remove your arousal because you did not get the dopamine drop and serotonin rush. This time I will not ruin your orgasm but you will probably wish that I did.”
He began the same way as last time with gentle caresses on my nipples and he said, “You will repeat the words “I live to serve my master and I love to obey him.” You will repeat these words the entire time I am playing with you.
This time was different. As I started to reach orgasm he would remove his hands from my nipples and let my body calm down. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, with each time making me more and more desperate to cum. The words I was speaking echoed through the chambers of my mind and my thoughts became one with those words. I could feel drool leaking out of the side of my mouth and I wasn’t even sure the words that I was speaking could be understood by anyone but me. Then he stopped playing with my nipples and said, “Is my slave ready to orgasm for his master?”
I said, “Yes Master.”
He wrapped his hand around my cock and said, “Repeat the words, ‘I cannot cum without my master’s permission’ until you cum.”
It did not take long at all to cum. If I had been masturbating, this is the point where I would have stopped stroking because the pleasure was unbearable. Instead he sped up and kept one hand on my shaft and the other hand on the head of my cock. I screamed and begged him to stop but this only seemed to encourage him to pump harder and faster. And that is when I lost consciousness.
I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke up he was still gently stroking my now soft cock as he said over and over, “You belong to me now.”
He stood up and fastened the cage back onto me. He said, “You and your orgasms belong to me now. You cannot cum without my permission so I do not need the cage any longer. You will continue to wear it to remind you that I made you my bitch. I want to see you back here in one week. Plan on spending the night.”
That week went by and when I looked in the mirror I thought, “I love being caged.”
This time when I arrived I knew where to go and went straight back to the room in the rear of the store. I removed my clothes and then laid back onto the bed. He looked down at me and laughed as he said, “I probably don’t need to use the mind machine today but let’s think of it as a great safety machine to keep you completely under my control.”
He approached me with what looked like a helmet and placed it over my head. The machine began to make a dull pulsing noise and then lights began to dance in front of my eyes. I immediately felt my mind shifting to something I had never experienced before. His hand suddenly went into my mouth and I felt a liquid go down my throat. He said, “That medicine will keep you from going soft after you orgasm.”
I felt the cage unlock and then I felt something attach to my nipples. I felt him apply oil to my cock and then something slip down over my shaft. Whatever was attached to my nipples began delivering mind numbing pleasure. Words came into my ears saying, “You belong to Master now. You live to serve Master. You love to obey Master. Only Master knows what is best for you and you will obey him without question.”
The words were on repeat and they soon just drifted off into the background as I found it difficult to think about anything except my nipples. The pleasure was now so intense that my back was arched and I was both breathing hard and sweating even though it wasn’t hot. I felt the table I was on open up under my ass and then something began to penetrate my ass. It felt like a dildo and it moved in and out with precise rhythm. This went on for some time and I was now breathless and drenched in sweat. That is when the machine attached to my cock turned on. It was one of those masturbating machines and I did not last long at all. I began to cum and I screamed for him to release me from the unbearable pleasure. I wanted my cock to go soft and stop the torture but he had drugged me and my cock remained rock hard. I drifted in and out of consciousness and each time I woke up, I was in the same position with the same machines still breaking my mind down. It seemed like an eternity before he finally released me. I felt him attach the device and then he said, “Come back tomorrow slave.”
When I got to the shop the next day there was another customer so I hid back in the shadows and waited for him to leave. But to my surprise the man was not a customer because he had a key to the door also and he went and locked the store up. My master came over and said, “Tell me why you live.”
At first I was confused by the question but the words once again flowed out of my mouth before I could give the question any real thought. I replied, “I live to serve you Master.”
Then he said, “And what do you love?”
I immediately replied, “I love to obey you master.”
The man turned to my master and said, “And you did all this in just three visits? That is remarkable.”
Master smiled and said, “never underestimate the power of a locked cock. His dopamine levels were so high that his brain absorbed every word as if they were his own thoughts. And just to make it more interesting, I told him what I was doing to him and he still couldn’t fight it. Shall I demonstrate?”
The man shook his head in the affirmative and Master said, “You love to obey me Slave. Be a good boy and give my friend a blowjob.”
I wanted to explain to him that I don’t do that, that I had never given one, and had no intention of ever giving one. But my body betrayed me and I went to my knees as I said, “Yes Master, I will obey.”
The man moaned in pleasure as I sucked his cock. Then I felt Master grab my nipples as he whispered in my ear, “It feels good to be my bitch now. Suck it like a good boy.”
After the man exploded in my mouth my master turned to the man and said, “So, what do you think?”
The man was still out of breath as he said, “That was amazing. So this guy was completely straight when he came to you?”
Master said, “He still is unless I command him otherwise. I didn’t take away his desire for women, although I could have easily done so. Since I intend to keep him caged for the rest of his life, his desires will only serve as a punishment as his cock grows in the cage. Why would I limit the source of his arousal?”
The man said, “I am impressed. Can you get me a slave like yours?”
My master said, “I thought you would never ask.”
Master turned to me and handed me a second cage, an envelope, and a syringe. He said, “You will sneak up on your roommate when he is asleep tonight and inject this quickly right into his neck. It is a powerful sedative and will leave him completely helpless and unconscious as you fasten his cock cage. Once he is caged you will leave the envelope on his nightstand and will return to me.”
I knew my roommate would be angry at first but after a month or so he would be thanking me. There is nothing more freeing than being properly caged and locked.