It started, as these things sometimes do when they catch the zeitgeist of the nation, with a tv programme. One of the channels managed to snag an actor to star in their latest vehicle just as his Hollywood career was taking off. A late-night serial that spoke to the heart about the nature of relationships today. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was exceedingly good looking, had graced the top of the lists of countless “sexiest man on TV” and his co-star was a woman of surpassing beauty. They had already been outed as a couple in the press, and here they were starring together in a tv programme about love, betrayal and hurt.
Deep into the third programme in the series, just after the fourth commercial break, it happened. Not only was there full-frontal nudity, but following the character’s cheating on his beautiful partner, the conversations (a shoo-in for the awards season) with heartfelt pouring out of anger and pain on her behalf, his grief for what he had done, led to him agreeing to enter a period of chastity. There on late night prime time tv, a woman put a man into a chastity cage.
The normal responses were invoked in the national press. Obscene, ridiculous, perverse, unnatural, and so on. Until something happened. Readers weren’t reacting like they normally do to the press’s knee-jerk, string-pulling rhetoric. The viewing figures on catch up were phenomenal. The telephone lines at the tv production company were ringing “off the hook” if they can still do that. They had to hire in new staff to answer email questions. The actors were invited onto Breakfast and Daytime tv to be interviewed and asked questions.
And then the next thing happened. The actor revealed that not only had he quite liked wearing the cage for the tv programme, but he’d also quite liked the FLR displayed by the female actor in the rest of the series. All of a sudden people were hooked on this new idea. Especially when he dropped his trousers in the middle of the day on national tv to show his shiny stainless steel cock cage still being worn. Alison, the host, asked if she could touch it? “Of course.” he said. “Hang on.” said the co-star. “Our female led relationship has gone beyond the confines of the tv studio. We have it in our daily lives now. I get to say who can touch him, he doesn’t.”
“Please can I touch him?” asked the host, staring this strong woman in the eye.
“Yes, of course.”
And so, she did. And she cooed like a pigeon on heat when she got to run her hands over the bits of cock flesh protruding out of the stainless-steel rings. She went beyond touch when she cupped his balls in both her hands and lifted them up. “They feel heavy” she said.
“They should be, I’ve not let him cum for over six weeks.”
The actor was ignored, just standing there with his trousers round his knees being humiliated on live national tv while his beautiful partner, who was also in control of his key and his life, discussed all things FLR and control with the hostess of the show. It should also be said that the director up in the box was shouting into the hostess’s earpiece telling her in no uncertain terms to get that man’s trousers up and get the two people off screen and move onto the next segment. The director was roundly ignored by the hostess who knew deep in her heart that she was onto a goldmine here. She’d seen the initial reaction in the press and how that had changed. Just that morning she’d read an article in OK magazine titled “Which Cock Cage is Best for Your Control?” which not only gave photos of men in cages, but also advice on where to get them, how to measure, which material for which lifestyle and so on.
Manufacturers and importers of cock cages found themselves feted and no longer ridiculed as purveyors of filth. The age range of women buying these devices ranged from late teens up to early eighties. The fact that the actor was a real heart throb was used as a lever to their husbands and partners, and if “HE” could wear one, then why can’t you? The downloads of Chastity Contracts from websites specialising in assisting their customers in such things broke servers, resulting in lots of downtime. It seemed unstoppable.
Some of those who had been wearing cages for some time seemed perturbed. The gay community, especially, felt that their kink was being trampled on. The media wasn’t portraying chastity in their way at all, however, that didn’t seem to stop an upsurge in the gay community as that actor was exceedingly good looking to certain types of men as well as women.
And so, it went on. The thing was, that because chastity had always been an undercurrent, there were already plenty of cheap Far Eastern suppliers making the products. It wasn’t like Rubik’s cubes, Filofaxes or wax jackets when the market stalls were flooded by cheap imports. The cheap imports were already here, you just needed to know where to get them, and the courier companies made money hand over fist. Rather than sending these devices out in plain packaging, it became the thing to advertise what was being delivered. Even better if it sat on your doorstep all afternoon waiting for you to come home from work, and all the neighbours could see what was waiting for you.
So, weirdly, because there was no sudden influx of cheap, shoddily made copies, people didn’t lose faith in their devices. Oh, people had problems with them. They mostly over measured the length of their partner’s cock and had to buy a second cage as the first was far too long. Other people had issues with the size of the ring – and had to but multiple rings to get one to fit. Others needed a strap to keep it all in place. In time it became fashionable for these women in control to start to reduce their men’s cages in size. There were even competitions, which, of course, the men had no say over. Pubs would hold chastity evenings where the women would unlock their partner, the bar maid would measure his length fully erect, dunk it in ice and the winner was the woman who managed to get the biggest difference between erect and caged length. Those who wore micros and thought they were onto a definite winner were always disappointed by the men who turned up in an inverted cage that they were able to stuff their ten inches into. Other men were entered into the competitions by their partners as a humiliation ritual. They were never going to win when theirs was only one and a half inch to start with.
And the weird thing was, the nation changed. Crime figures fell through the floor. Men were locked up in life rather than jail, and after the initial three months were up, their personalities changed. There were fewer fights outside pubs late at night. People didn’t need to use drugs anymore, and alcohol usage fell away to almost nothing.
The women had, somehow, gained control of their men’s cocks, and in controlling that aspect of them, they controlled every aspect.
And the nation never went back. It became very unusual to find an uncaged man. And all because a man got his cock out in a tv programme and the nation watched his partner cage it up forever.
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Re: Zeitgeist
Since nobody else has commented, let me say that this is an interesting story concept. And here's the thing: if you remove the part about the initial guy dropping trou on national TV, there's a lot of believability in the social contagion spreading the use of cages.
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Re: Zeitgeist
Hi Tom,
You may not be aware that there is a British late night TV "reality show" called "Naked Attraction" which has been running for a number of years. This is where there are a number of naked people hidden behind screens and a naked contestant who has to select their most favoured person from the slowly revealed bodies presented to them. They can be opposite sex, same sex, mixed (for the Bi contestants) and all body types, etc are catered for. I've seen people rejected for being too thin, too fat, too many tattoos, not enough tattoos, genitalia too large, genitalia too small, etc. Oh, and hair colour, or too many pubes or not enough pubes. Stick somebody naked on the TV, and they become incredibly fussy!
This, by the way, is on one of the mainstream TV channels shown not long after the 9pm watershed,
You may not be aware that there is a British late night TV "reality show" called "Naked Attraction" which has been running for a number of years. This is where there are a number of naked people hidden behind screens and a naked contestant who has to select their most favoured person from the slowly revealed bodies presented to them. They can be opposite sex, same sex, mixed (for the Bi contestants) and all body types, etc are catered for. I've seen people rejected for being too thin, too fat, too many tattoos, not enough tattoos, genitalia too large, genitalia too small, etc. Oh, and hair colour, or too many pubes or not enough pubes. Stick somebody naked on the TV, and they become incredibly fussy!
This, by the way, is on one of the mainstream TV channels shown not long after the 9pm watershed,
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