CHASTITY
"I have a new device," I texted. It was just after noon on a Friday, and I didn't expect a reply for awhile, but almost right away I heard the chime.
"What?"
I sent a picture, and saw text bubbles pop up then disappear, more bubbles, then gone again. I knew his mind was whirling around trying to decide how he felt about the image, and what it would mean for him. A few minutes later I heard another chime.
"Damn. Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes."
I'd gotten the delivery that morning and was eager to try it out. My shiny new toy was a stainless steel male chastity device, a cock cage. It has a fairly wide band that wraps around the balls and a short "birdcage" with bars to enclose the penis, limiting but not excluding sensation while preventing an erection. It was quite heavy and looked very menacing.
Several more minutes passed before he replied, "That looks scary."
"I think it will look great on you," I texted back.
We had shared many first experiences and were bold, adventurous lovers, pushing each other's limits further and further outside the norm. It was an erotic and stimulating game of one-upmanship built on playfulness, respect and trust, and also our mutually dirty minds and high libidos.
I had been the first person to put him over a lap and spank his ass, the first to tie him down in restraints. Now the idea of getting his dick locked up was marinating in his head.
After about an hour my phone chimed again. "What are you doing today?"
"Work for now, no set plans yet for later," I replied.
"I'll do it."
I grinned, I knew he would.
"Can I come to you now?" he asked.
I still had work to finish, he was at least an hour away with traffic, and there were people in my house, so I suggested we meet at a mall not too far from me, and told him to let me know when he got close. The idea of locking him up in the cage was tantalizing but the idea of doing it in a parking lot in broad daylight made it even more of a turn on.
I continued working until my phone chimed again. He told me where he would be parked and I collected the cage and drove to meet him. Seeing his SUV, I pulled into the space beside him, turned my car off and gestured for him to come get into the passenger seat. I drive a sports car and even with the seat all the way back, his height makes it a bit restricting.
He looked very anxious as I drew the metal cage from my purse and laid it in his hand.
"That's really heavy," he said.
"Yes it is. Put it on," I replied.
He looked around nervously, hesitating, and then undid the button of his pants, unzipped them, lifted his hips and pulled them down to his knees. He stared at his exposed crotch and then looked at the cage.
"You need to get it on before you grow too much," I said.
He fumbled a bit, figuring out how it worked and having his movements limited in the seat of my car. Eventually he wrapped the ring around his balls, pausing as he held the steel frame of the cage in his hand, shaking his head with disbelief that he was about to put this over his cock. But he did. I handed him a small padlock which he threaded through the ring and cage and pressed it closed. Click. He was securely locked now and looked at me with a worried expression. He tried to process whether he was regretting this or aroused by it. I pulled a necklace from underneath my shirt, around my neck hung a small key.
"I am your key holder now," I told him, reaching between his legs, touching his balls then running a fingertip between the metal bars that encased him. I licked my finger and glided it over what parts of his cock were accessible.
"Uuuhh," he gasped, as his shaft tried to grow hard but met the constraints of its new metal cage. I continued touching him, caressing his balls which were completely exposed and swelling. Cupping them, I squeezed and his cock filled the cage and bulged inside it, unable to become erect. This was a brand new sensation for him. "Oh god, this is torture. I can't even touch myself," he moaned.
"Exactly. No relief until I say so. I need to leave now and finish up some work. I will let you know when I'm on my way to your house later."
His eyes widened as the reality hit him that he would be going home alone, horny and unable to stroke himself, locked up in a heavy steel contraption that prevented his cock from getting hard. He stared down at it and looked dismayed at the sight of his most prized attribute straining against the bars.
"I feel so submissive," he muttered.
Licking my fingers, I ran them across his sack again replying, "I know. Now pull your pants up before anyone sees you like that."
He lifted his hips and tugged at his jeans, wriggling them back up, zipped the fly and rebuttoned them. "Oh hell," he said, the feeling of the cage pressed inside his pants surprised him, and the denim rubbed against his swollen balls.
"I'll see you later, but I do have to go now," I told him, playing with my necklace. He stared at the tiny key that represented his submission and his salvation.
I took my short drive home, thinking about how he would get stuck in traffic on his much longer drive, the weight of the cage providing a constant reminder of his predicament. His mind would be focused on his locked cock and his balls would be aching as he thought of that small but powerful key that hung just above my cleavage.
The whole situation was entirely arousing to me and I was wet and eager to see him again, to discover how being caged would effect him. But I didn't want to sit in traffic and had things to finish for work by the end of the business day. Besides, I liked that he would have to stew in this state without any ability to relieve himself.
A couple of hours later I heard my phone chime again.
"I went shopping on the way home."
Hmmm... I was curious, I couldn't imagine groceries being on his mind. "And???" I replied.
"I stopped by a sex store and bought something I think you'll like."
"Okay, show me when I get there, I'm about to shower now." I signed off.
After my shower I dried my hair and put on some makeup. I dressed in a long skirt and blouse, making sure to wear the necklace that held that precious key. As I was getting ready my phone chimed a few more times with "ETA?" then "?????" and "this thing is making me crazy" and "on your way yet?"
He was an eager boy. I could imagine him pacing about, waiting, just waiting. I knew that by now his balls would be full and swollen with that lovely purplish hue they become when teased but denied, needing release. That his cock would feel tortured, craving to be let out and touched.
When I got into my car I finally responded, "leaving now."
"Any instructions?" he asked.
I didn't reply.
When I arrived and knocked he hid himself behind the door as he opened it, naked except for the delightful silver cage between his legs. He fell to his knees as soon as I entered saying, "I've never felt this submissive."
I removed my skirt and blouse, revealing black thigh high stillitto boots and a black satin corset with silver buckles running across it, and nothing else.
"Mistress," he moaned, leaning down to kiss my feet, then sat up on his knees and placed his face against me, his tongue reaching out to my naked pussy, licking at me. "I'll do anything you want," he said.
"Show me what you bought today when you went into that store wearing your shiny new cage," I said as I walked away from him, placing my bag on a table.
He got up, went into the kitchen and held up his purchase. "It didn't look this big until I got home and took it out of the box. I'm not so sure it was a good idea." He was holding a curved butt plug and the conflicted look on his face was priceless.
