Sunday, June 16, 2013

My Cock Cage

Well it has been awhile since I wrote anything for the blog and I hope I've not lost all my readers. It's been crazy and I've been so busy I've been unable to complete anything. Nonetheless, I have missed giving you insights into my world as a submissive male. When I looked back over the blog, I must admit it brought back a lot of good memories. It's one of those memories that I'd like to share with you now. If you have a moment, I'd like to tell you about a little thing called a Cock Cage. These little devices are used for Chastity play or in my case simple punishment. Just follow me here and I'll tell you a history of one of my first encounters with these little keyed devices. At the time I was serving a Dominant couple in the Dallas area. They were both professionals and worked full time jobs. I stayed at their house cleaning and cooking during the day. When they arrived, I greeted them in a black pair of underwear, kneeling in the living room beside their two recliners. From there I could obtain dinner, massage their feet, get them the newspaper, or simply sit by while they talked about the day. They always arrived at 5:30pm, give or take a few minutes, except for the one day they did not. I had a nasty little habit at the time of sneaking a masturbation session in now and then while they were out. Well, let's be honest, I jacked it like a freaking little horny toad each day they were gone. Usually around 1:00 or so after I had ate and was sure all the chores was done, I'd sneak into the bathroom, pull out a Nugget magazine the owners kept (that was a bondage type magazine a few years ago) and slip easily into the bathroom. If you've read my blogs before, then you know I'm fond of jacking off into the toilet. Each day, I'd flip through the magazine, imagine myself in the various positions the models were in throughout the magazine and pump away. Within a few minutes each day I was moaning softly and feeling the urge to unload. On one such day I stood over the toilet pumping my cock when the male owner came home early. He was a well built young man that prided himself on his muscles and looks. He managed to come into the house without me hearing him. He naturally did not expect me in the living room since he was early. He came to the bathroom door and assumed I was on the toilet or using the toilet. Since a slave has no basic rights, my owner simply opened the door. As you can imagine I was very embarrassed to be standing over the toilet, holding a magazine in one hand and my rock hard cock in the other. My owner took a deep breath, shook his head and closed the door. Although he said nothing, I knew I had disappointed him. My masturbation was reserved for their viewing. I had taken matters into, well to put it bluntly, my own hands. A slave should never do that. That evening he greeted his wife as usual and they sat in their recliners as I knelt between them. Nothing was said and the silence was crushing. I figured I was about to have to go find a new home. After about an hour, my owner looked at his wife and said, "I think it's time." She smiled and they told me to go to the dungeon. I was relieved since going to the basement usually meant I would be tied up, maybe played with for a while, or I might even witness the owners sex lives after they tortured me. They came into the room and ordered me to take off my underwear and climb onto the table. I did. I was then strapped down to the table by my hands and feet in a spread eagle style. He left the room for a moment and she began to massage my naked balls. I must admit it felt good and I had a raging hard on in seconds. She only smiled. He, however, returned with a small knife. He looked at his wife and said, "We have to make sure this will never happen again," and she agreed. She pulled my balls together in the sac and he moved the knife close. You can imagine that I started screaming. I mean I was really screaming! I was yelling all sorts of stuff like "You can not do this," and don't do this and I'm going to sue and this is not part of the contract, etc. By this point I had real tears in my eyes. It was then that they both started laughing. As I lay there gasping for breath she released my balls and he put away the knife. Needless to say I no longer had the hard on. He smiled and took out a cock cage. Together they put it on me and locked it tight. I could feel it restraining my cock immediately and I had no doubt that my afternoon hand jobs were finished. "Okay," he said. "Now we got your attention and you'll have a little bit of blue balls tonight thanks to my wife. You will remain in the cage until we decide we want to watch you perform." He put the key in his pocket and they unbuckled me. I served this couple for a few more years before moving on. During that time the only time I was allowed to masturbate was while they were watching. Unfortunately, the two of them moved away from the lifestyle for some reason and simply told me one day they were no longer interested in the "bondage life". They were extremely nice and even gave me money and let me stay until I could find another place. Ironically though, I did not get the key to the cock cage until the day I left. I don't know if this was some little bit of continued control or if they simply forgot. At any rate, I'm glad I mentioned it as I was moving out...it would have been very interesting to have to seek out a locksmith....