When the doorbell rang I honestly thought I was hearing things, I'd lived in my apartment for two years and I don't think anybody had ever rang it before. It's not that I don't have any friends although if I'm being honest I don't have many, it's just that I live in a secure block and any visitors would ring the bell at ground level and then I would either choose to let them in or, more commonly for takeaway deliveries, I'd run down and meet them at the main door. This time it was my personal doorbell buzzing, somebody was already at my front door. I paused the game I had been playing on my PC and cautiously approached the door. I peered through the little spyhole embedded in the door and saw my stunning looking neighbour there. She was looking around uncertain, probably because I was taking so long and I guess she was doubting whether I was home. I quickly opened the door now, feeling embarrassed that I was dressed beyond comfortable, wearing grubby track pants and a three day old Tee-shirt that I really only wore at home.
"Hi... I erm... I wasn't expecting anyone," I said needlessly and gestured to myself. "I was playing a computer game."
She had taken my sudden and apologetic appearance in her stride and seemed to be assessing the situation before speaking. She really was striking, dressed for work I assume in a smart dress suit and high heels. Her hair was a deep auburn colour and spilled carelessly over her shoulders. Her eyes were wide, almost staring but in a friendly amused way.
"Hello, it's Mark isn't it?"
"Uh? Oh, yes... and you're Lisa. I mean, I've seen your name on the post box." Oh god, I sounded like some demented stalker and was blushing uncontrollably. She was laughing freely now although I still felt like a moron. Smiling, she held up a small package that she'd been holding.
"Could I possibly pop in for a sec?" She was the one sounding hesitant now. "It's a little embarrassing."
"Yeah, of course. Erm, come in." I was really grateful as she stepped into my hallway that I had only yesterday blitzed the apartment, cleaning and dusting everywhere. I was admittedly a stereotypical loner game-head spending much of my free time at the PC but I was determined to maintain a little dignity and avoid the clichés, so I kept my apartment fairly tidy at all times. All the apartments were designed on a similar theme so Lisa led the way into my lounge and then paused. I still hadn't really taken notice of what she had in her hand and motioned for her to sit down on the couch.
I was about to act the perfect host and offer her a coffee when she placed the small and clearly opened package on my coffee table. I froze.
"I'm really sorry Mark. This came to my address by mistake and I opened it without thinking."
She was looking at me almost affectionately and blushing slightly, whereas I was mortified and unable to speak or even think clearly. Several weeks before I had finally plucked up courage and ordered myself a chastity device. Like many guys I had developed a porn addiction and although initially it had been quite traditional and predictable, I had slowly started exploring the darker side of the internet and spent a lot of time fantasizing and masturbating to Female Domination porn. My Tumblr blog began to change direction and where once I was posting generic pics of naked women, there were now lots of dominant women and submissive men along with some other even more embarrassing re-blogs. I'd become a little preoccupied with chastity blogs and posted lots of captioned pics of men in chastity or women controlling men with chastity. On reflection, it was actually surprising how long it had taken me to order a cage for myself. I was keen to feel my cock locked and unable to get erect.
I was desperately trying to think of something, anything to say when she leaned forward and picked up the package again. She withdrew a small velvet bag and reached inside. When her hand came out it was holding the smooth steel cock-cage I had ordered for myself.
"I have to be honest Mark, I found it really weird." She was smiling now obviously enjoying my discomfort.
"It's so small. I think you may have ordered the wrong size."
"Look, it's not what you think," I lied lamely. She clearly knew exactly what was going on, I had bought myself a chastity cage in order to lock my dick up.
"I think it's probably best if you left now." I said, trying to hang on to a thread of dignity.
Her hands still held the cage and two perfectly manicured fingers had slipped inside where my penis was supposed to go. My mouth had gone dry and I couldn't speak now.
"Ok Mark. I can see you're embarrassed but you shouldn't be." She smiled and passed the cage to me. I took it from her and noticed how cool her hands were.
"Oh, and don't worry, I won't say anything about this to anyone."
"Thank you." I managed, and followed her through to the front door unaware that I was carrying the cage with me now. She opened the door and stepped out but then stopped and nodded towards the cage.
"You'll have to let me know how you get on with it." A wry smile and she walked the half-dozen steps to her own apartment and went in. I stood there for a while unable to process what had just happened. I had obviously wanted to approach and talk to Lisa for ever but knew that she was totally out of my league, now unbelievably we had broken the ice and it had been because we were discussing my chastity fetish.
Once I was back in the apartment I actually couldn't wait to look at and play with the chastity device. Obviously I'd seen many hundreds of them on Tumblr and other porn sites but I'd never held one before, never felt the weight of it. I was fascinated with the movement and dimensions of the cage and kept locking and unlocking the mechanism. I hadn't really known what I was looking for when I ordered it or what size I might need. When flaccid my dick shrinks down quite small and I wanted one that would accommodate this size fluctuation so I had opted for a model called a 'Pepper-pot'. It was only about 50mm long and made of stainless steel.
I unconsciously mimicked Lisa and slid my two fingers inside. I'd forgotten or at least repressed my earlier embarrassment and was excited to try on my new purchase. Undressing quickly I stood in the lounge naked and tried to wear the cock ring base first. I knew that the ring needed to slip over both testicles first and then have my penis follow through but I was completely erect now and this simply wasn't a viable option. I stood stupidly with the base ring encasing my nuts with no possibility of getting my dick through. I went and sat in front of my PC and closed down the game I had been playing and logged on to the alternate profile I keep just for my porn stuff.
The welcome page loaded and I was confronted with the image of a reclining sissy wearing lingerie and with his cock firmly locked away in a device not dissimilar to the one I was holding. I navigated to Tumblr, not difficult as there was a link on the desktop and soon found material to wank to. I usually sat and masturbated here in front of the computer at least twice a day although in my head I anticipated that might be less due to my own self-imposed denial. It didn't take long for me to cum especially as the image of Lisa handling my cock-cage was in the forefront of my mind but I was still too engorged and erect to get the ring on and I worried that I had wasted my money and bought too small a device. I decided to occupy my mind a little and once again changed computer profiles and decided to kill some time checking Facebook and Emails.
After several minutes I realised my dick was totally flaccid and soft and I swiftly slipped the ring over my balls and then squeezed my dick through the remaining space to fully surround the base of it. It was an incredibly tight fit and as my subconscious caught up with the fact that I was wearing part of the chastity device I began to stiffen again. OK, I realised that I needed to fool and distract myself for this to work so I positioned the cage itself and the small padlock that had been supplied with it nearby and went back to browsing on the internet. It took slightly longer this time as I was conscious of my dick constantly and any reminder made it swell slightly.
At last, after reading a long article about nothing in particular I realised my erection had subsided totally and I leapt into action before my libido could catch up with current events. I placed the cage over my soft penis and located the locking stem which connected both pieces. Once I had my dick encased, although I could feel the blood inside trying to pump up my erection, the cage restricted me and kept me soft. I slipped the padlock through and clicked it locked. Wow! That first moment wearing a cock-cage was so thrilling and exciting. I stood up and walked about the apartment fascinated by how it felt and how it hung. I teased myself by looking at porn for a while, amazed at the feeling of helplessness and submission but ultimately only kept the cage on for an hour or so before my will broke and I unlocked the cage and masturbated furiously.
Over the next week or so, I wore the cage quite a lot, enjoying the thrill of going out to the shops and once even to work wearing it. I loved having a secret that nobody else would or could ever know about. I wasn't actually masturbating any less as my lack of self-discipline was shocking. I toyed with the idea of mailing the padlock key to myself so that I would be powerless to unlock myself until the key was redelivered back home but was frankly too scared to attempt this.
"Oh. Hi Mark."
