"My boy, maybe I should have been clearer in my intentions.
You are to wear this cage until I decide to remove it.
Now since you are new to all of this, I will see you tomorrow at three pm.
So be here tomorrow, and we will talk about what is going to be expected of you from here on out, is that understood?
Now get dressed and ready for the rest of your day."
Once dressed, I was ushered out of the penthouse and into the elevator.
As the door closed, Mistress blew me a kiss and a wink.
Standing in the elevator, everything that had happened in the last few hours began running through my tiny brain.
First off, I accepted an invitation from a beautiful woman to join her at her place.
When I saw her playroom, I blindly went along with what was going to happen to me.
OK, the fact that I am a horny boy, and if you told me the only way I was going to get laid that night was to wear a pair of pork chop panties, while trying to sandpaper a grizzly bears ass, I would have done it.
The truth is that I enjoyed everything that happened tonight.
I never considered myself a submissive, in fact, I had always been the aggressor when it came to sex.
Standing there, I waited for the doors to open, allowing me to leave this place and get my thoughts straight.
When the elevator bumped to a halt, the cage that kept my caged penis bounced a bit, reminding me of its presence.
What I never thought of until now was, How was I going to go through my day wearing this thing?
Tomorrow I had to join my friends for an afternoon, playing softball.
How the hell am I going to change in the locker room, let alone shower after the game?
The shower room didn't have stalls, rather, it was just a large room with shower heads along the wall, as well as shower heads on posts in the middle of the room.
Oh well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Tonight I decided to walk home rather than grabbing an Uber or taxi, I needed the night air to think.
Every step I took, I was reminded of the chastity cage's presence as it bounced against my thighs.
Unfortunately, every time it shifted, my penis wanted to become erect, this was damped down immediately as the cage exerted its dominance.
Thirty minutes later I was home, and the first thing I did was to strip off my clothes and head into the shower to clean off the sweat that coated my body from this evening's activities.
Looking in the bathroom mirror, I turned this way and that to see what the cage looked like from different angles.
I hate to admit it, but the cage looked rather cool, sticking out from my midsection.
Felling it's shape and heft, I began to get a boner again.
If this keeps up, I'm going to be crippled from the pain that the cage imposed.
Once in the shower, I scrubbed off the grime that I had accumulated.
Soaping up my caged penis, I found that I was able to do a good job in spit of the cage.
Once I was clean and dry, I headed to bed.
I had an early morning class that I couldn't miss if I wanted to keep my GPA up.
As I drifted off to sleep, my mind kept replaying the day's events over and over.
Throughout the night, my dreams centered around my newfound submissive nature.
The most memorable dream came to me just prior to waking.
I dreamed I was back in Mistresses home, the center of attention for a dozen of her friends.
Unfortunately, like every sex oriented dream I ever had, I awoke just as the dream began to get interesting.
Dressing for the day, I opted for a pair of pants that were a bit on the baggie side.
I needed to hide the bulge the cage made in anything tighter than what I chose.
Shit, I wish I had a bulge like that without the cage, maybe the girls would look differently at me when I walked past.
As I left the building, my drinking buddy Frank from last night came around the corner headed to his first class of the day.
Walking along, Frank kept asking me about last night, how the fuck was I going to explain what happened?
The best I could do was lie and give him a slightly altered version.
