Me and my Cage
Master insists that my cock be caged, at all times; this is for two reasons.
The first is to stop me playing with myself, as both He and my slut wife wish me to be celibate and save all my sexual energies for serving them. Apparently, the date of my next orgasm has yet to be decided.
Secondly, my Master does not want me to ejaculate my sperm into or onto my slut wife ever again. This privilege is reserved for Master alone and any Bull(s) which he chooses to mate her with. My sole purpose in life is to clean up with my tongue after these sessions.
The cage is of an acrylic material. It fits snugly behind the balls and tightly over the end of my cock. The clever bit about this model is that once it is in place, a final clip grips the penis shaft ensuring that it cannot slip off.
If fitted correctly, it is quite comfortable, to the point where one can almost forget it is there. However, when moving around one definitely knows that there is something hard between the legs, and it is not my pathetic cock. The trapped balls tend to stick out sideways and so are brushed and even squeezed as one walks. However, the cock feels nothing as it is confined within the cage. Sure, there is a degree of pressure between cock and cage but this is generally constant; the intensity may fluctuate with arousal. One notices a complete absence of casual contact between the cock and clothes, legs or anything else for that matter. One begins to feel that the cock is not there, as if it does not exist; the nearest thing to a penectomy without using a knife.
As the tip of the penis is effectively suspended in space, nothing touches the end; so a dribble of pre-cum can be felt and gives the sensation of wanting to pee. Normally, the pre-cum would be absorbed by the clothes. One can feel the movement as a small load of pre-cum is ejected. This means that if one is to avoid embarrassment, a panty liner of some sort needs to be worn. When I remove the liner to pee, I am able to taste the accumulation of my juices.
Peeing is difficult. Under low pressure a dribble should be possible and will drip off the end. However, any muscular spasm that is normally used to empty the urethra will cause a jet and you can guarantee that this will not conveniently pass straight through the end hole of the cage. The chances are that a jet of urine will splash the leg or trousers. The only real solution is to sit down to pee and then drip dry and dab the cage before tucking the cock back into one’s panties.
On this particular day, I have concealed the key in my slut wife’s handbag so I am locked until I can access it again. Master has already threatened to text her and tell her to dispose of the key.
The first is to stop me playing with myself, as both He and my slut wife wish me to be celibate and save all my sexual energies for serving them. Apparently, the date of my next orgasm has yet to be decided.
Secondly, my Master does not want me to ejaculate my sperm into or onto my slut wife ever again. This privilege is reserved for Master alone and any Bull(s) which he chooses to mate her with. My sole purpose in life is to clean up with my tongue after these sessions.
The cage is of an acrylic material. It fits snugly behind the balls and tightly over the end of my cock. The clever bit about this model is that once it is in place, a final clip grips the penis shaft ensuring that it cannot slip off.
If fitted correctly, it is quite comfortable, to the point where one can almost forget it is there. However, when moving around one definitely knows that there is something hard between the legs, and it is not my pathetic cock. The trapped balls tend to stick out sideways and so are brushed and even squeezed as one walks. However, the cock feels nothing as it is confined within the cage. Sure, there is a degree of pressure between cock and cage but this is generally constant; the intensity may fluctuate with arousal. One notices a complete absence of casual contact between the cock and clothes, legs or anything else for that matter. One begins to feel that the cock is not there, as if it does not exist; the nearest thing to a penectomy without using a knife.
As the tip of the penis is effectively suspended in space, nothing touches the end; so a dribble of pre-cum can be felt and gives the sensation of wanting to pee. Normally, the pre-cum would be absorbed by the clothes. One can feel the movement as a small load of pre-cum is ejected. This means that if one is to avoid embarrassment, a panty liner of some sort needs to be worn. When I remove the liner to pee, I am able to taste the accumulation of my juices.
Peeing is difficult. Under low pressure a dribble should be possible and will drip off the end. However, any muscular spasm that is normally used to empty the urethra will cause a jet and you can guarantee that this will not conveniently pass straight through the end hole of the cage. The chances are that a jet of urine will splash the leg or trousers. The only real solution is to sit down to pee and then drip dry and dab the cage before tucking the cock back into one’s panties.
On this particular day, I have concealed the key in my slut wife’s handbag so I am locked until I can access it again. Master has already threatened to text her and tell her to dispose of the key.
7年前
