So after lurking a bit and posting a bit I felt it was time to share my experiences of how we got where we are, which is that I’ve been locked 24/7 most of the time since October 2023 and currently no exact idea when that will change.
This is my attempt at sharing my journey towards chastity, it’s been evolving slowly for over 30 years of marriage and I’ve never written anything like this before so I hope it’s not boring and may help others on the same journey, as its long I’ll make a start and add over time.
We’ve never been a vanilla couple, having discovered a mutual liking for experimenting with bdsm in a mild way early on. I have had an interest in bondage since a teenager and so this was a natural development for me and she introduced me to a few areas I had not experienced before. So we played with tying up, teasing, mild chastisement, nipple / clit clamps etc. . Fast forward twenty years and while searching on line for new toys we stumbled across sites offering chastity cages. Nothing was said at the time but the idea really appealed to me, by this time (for various medical reasons) PIV sex was becoming a rarity and not easy for her, neither of us was happy with this but had to accept that this was the reality and not likely to change.
And so about 10 years ago after a lot of agonising I broached the fact that I would like to try using a cage, she felt it was a bit weird but agreed to give it a go. I did explain that I would like her to be in total control of when it was worn, if she didn’t like it then that would be the end of it and she could tell me to take it off at any time. We liked books and video porn involving bdsm and domination / submission and she was very happy to take the dominant role, the cage to indicate that I was her slave and she could do anything she liked to me whilst I was wearing it, which I love.
So after a lot of time measuring and reading the size guidance a cheap version of the CB6000 was ordered, that was tentatively tried on and I loved it, she wasn’t too sure but went along with it,
I was only to be caged when at home and I was supposed to take it off if we went out. One day I forgot to take it off on a shopping trip, I found that a huge turn on and after initial anger she found it fun to wind me up in the car and whilst out and about and so it ended up with it being worn continually for a few days until she told me to take it off, at which point she would make me cum, which was normally explosive, sometimes just the sensation of the cage sliding off was enough to start me, especially as she liked to play with my nipples at the same time.
However she didn’t like that fact that at times there was a gap at the end, she preferred it when my penis was pressed against the end at all times, preferably bulging out, and so the CB6000 then got smaller to a CB3000 knock off but again only worn for a few days every now and again.
At no time have I ever tried to push anything top down, knowing that if she felt pushed that could well be the end of it, and I’ve always said that I would only want to do this whilst we were both enjoying the experience, in fact I loved that she enjoyed me wearing it and teasing /punishing / controlling me and I have never self locked - since the deal was that she would be in control of when I was locked up, and as she pointed out my dick is hers to do with as she wishes and always will be.
That’s at least how it started….
[Spaceman] The long road
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Re: [Spaceman] The long road
So far so good, please continue.
Eddie
Eddie
Re: [Spaceman] The long road
Firstly thanks for the appreciation, its a big step to put this out there but something I felt the need to do. That people apparently like it is encouraging. So I'll put the next part here, somewhat abbreviated as there's several years in just a few paragraphs but it gets me closer to today.
Over time she decided to add a bit of corporal punishment on the side as further punishment for rule breaking, which she enjoys inflicting. The problem is that she makes rules up and only tells me when I break them, . She’s always said that she could do what she liked to me whilst I was wearing a cage (we’ve always had a safe word but I’ve never used it) as putting on the cage transforms me into her slave. This including nipple torture with clamps, clothes pegs or most often fingers, over time my nipples have changed shape and grown. I’ve also noticed they grow in sensitivity when I’m caged.
Every now and again either because she feels like it or as punishment for more severe transgressions she enjoys whipping me with a riding cop; and I wear the bruises proudly, any of these makes me grow and the cage even tighter, in fact she loves telling me what she’s going to do and that’s almost as effective. In return I have to play with her whilst caged and make her come whilst I can’t. She also makes me watch bdsm videos whilst caged and tied up whilst she teases me and makes herself come in front on me which is excruciatingly frustrating and I love it..
She later told me she didn’t like the clear plastic at all and then one of them split, luckily not painfully and so I suggested a metal one which she agreed to and helped me choose, again a cheap version, much shorter than the CB3000, in fact I was to be squashed into a 1¼ inch cage, with room between the bars so she could touch and tease me and I would swell out of the end when aroused. It also meant I could keep everything clean without taking it off every day. She liked that more and liked teasing me whilst wearing it, and also threatening me with it, I must admit I have always tended to push the boundaries and she just says “caged, now” if I go too far.
That’s when the whats app messaging started, at work I’d get messages such as “caged when you get home”, "whip it up", "are you feeling cagey today" etc and reference to cages when out with friends or family, telling people I was frustrated at work and felt caged etc. Every time she does this it’s like an electric shock. She didn’t like me wearing it to work, but preferred me to think of it waiting for me when I got home. However when I was wearing it I was always to be subservient, (failure to be so is punished according to the severity) and to wear it continually until she told me to take it off, just not to the office. However by then I was working from home several days a week.
Occasionally I mentioned stories of people wearing cages for extended periods of time (by now the longest was three weeks and I’d only ever come once whilst caged) but she didn’t like the idea, saying it would just make it normal and boring so I didn’t pursue that dream just being happy with what we had, and later the agreement to buy a heavier steel cage (2 inches) of a birdcage design so she could punish me with that. And that’s how it went for several years, always a background threat that I could be instructed to be caged at any time, or told to go a fetch and whip from the wardrobe r or whatever she felt like doing to me depending what mood she was in. Sometimes for days she ignores that I'm caged and doesn't touch me, other times she teases me all day, most of the time she orders me to do things for her and I have to jump to her command.
I have no idea what changed but early October ’23 she told me to get caged as normal, and it was to be for two weeks, I mentioned that the previous record was three and her reply was, ‘ok, we’ll beat that’. Being now retired there was no office so I wore it 24/7, apart from visits to distant family, but I had to cage up as soon as we got back home. She then started adding days for rule breaking (she still makes up rules without telling me) and October went into November, and then December. To add a variation she wrote out punishments on folded pieces of paper, if I misbehaved she told me to pick a piece out and I would suffer whatever was written. At that point I made a major mistake and she got really angry and told me to take it off and put it away since I wasn’t playing the game.
Early January we talked about it, I apologised and promised to do better and she told me to get caged but warned that I had to do better, and that would be my status until the end of February,
Well that's not quite what has happened.
Over time she decided to add a bit of corporal punishment on the side as further punishment for rule breaking, which she enjoys inflicting. The problem is that she makes rules up and only tells me when I break them, . She’s always said that she could do what she liked to me whilst I was wearing a cage (we’ve always had a safe word but I’ve never used it) as putting on the cage transforms me into her slave. This including nipple torture with clamps, clothes pegs or most often fingers, over time my nipples have changed shape and grown. I’ve also noticed they grow in sensitivity when I’m caged.
Every now and again either because she feels like it or as punishment for more severe transgressions she enjoys whipping me with a riding cop; and I wear the bruises proudly, any of these makes me grow and the cage even tighter, in fact she loves telling me what she’s going to do and that’s almost as effective. In return I have to play with her whilst caged and make her come whilst I can’t. She also makes me watch bdsm videos whilst caged and tied up whilst she teases me and makes herself come in front on me which is excruciatingly frustrating and I love it..
She later told me she didn’t like the clear plastic at all and then one of them split, luckily not painfully and so I suggested a metal one which she agreed to and helped me choose, again a cheap version, much shorter than the CB3000, in fact I was to be squashed into a 1¼ inch cage, with room between the bars so she could touch and tease me and I would swell out of the end when aroused. It also meant I could keep everything clean without taking it off every day. She liked that more and liked teasing me whilst wearing it, and also threatening me with it, I must admit I have always tended to push the boundaries and she just says “caged, now” if I go too far.
That’s when the whats app messaging started, at work I’d get messages such as “caged when you get home”, "whip it up", "are you feeling cagey today" etc and reference to cages when out with friends or family, telling people I was frustrated at work and felt caged etc. Every time she does this it’s like an electric shock. She didn’t like me wearing it to work, but preferred me to think of it waiting for me when I got home. However when I was wearing it I was always to be subservient, (failure to be so is punished according to the severity) and to wear it continually until she told me to take it off, just not to the office. However by then I was working from home several days a week.
Occasionally I mentioned stories of people wearing cages for extended periods of time (by now the longest was three weeks and I’d only ever come once whilst caged) but she didn’t like the idea, saying it would just make it normal and boring so I didn’t pursue that dream just being happy with what we had, and later the agreement to buy a heavier steel cage (2 inches) of a birdcage design so she could punish me with that. And that’s how it went for several years, always a background threat that I could be instructed to be caged at any time, or told to go a fetch and whip from the wardrobe r or whatever she felt like doing to me depending what mood she was in. Sometimes for days she ignores that I'm caged and doesn't touch me, other times she teases me all day, most of the time she orders me to do things for her and I have to jump to her command.
I have no idea what changed but early October ’23 she told me to get caged as normal, and it was to be for two weeks, I mentioned that the previous record was three and her reply was, ‘ok, we’ll beat that’. Being now retired there was no office so I wore it 24/7, apart from visits to distant family, but I had to cage up as soon as we got back home. She then started adding days for rule breaking (she still makes up rules without telling me) and October went into November, and then December. To add a variation she wrote out punishments on folded pieces of paper, if I misbehaved she told me to pick a piece out and I would suffer whatever was written. At that point I made a major mistake and she got really angry and told me to take it off and put it away since I wasn’t playing the game.
Early January we talked about it, I apologised and promised to do better and she told me to get caged but warned that I had to do better, and that would be my status until the end of February,
Well that's not quite what has happened.
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Re: [Spaceman] The long road
Unequivocally agree with Eddie. More please.
Me. "I only got 30 seconds, that's not fair". C. "life's not fair, suck it up" 
Re: [Spaceman] The long road
So in early January I was put back into a cage, a 2” birdcage steel cage because she said she wanted me to feel the weight of it and she could still touch the sensitive parts to wind me up. That in itself is pretty tight as I'm 3 1/2 inches flacid and about 6" erect.
On a side note at the same time I tried using it without lubricant, apart from a little to help slide it on, but the ring without any at all, (I’d first found it necessary, and then I got into the habit, to lubricate round the ring twice daily to make sure everything could move without pulling). Now I don’t know if my body had got used to the cage or what but I now found it perfectly comfortable without lubricant, in fact with less risk of pinching and my foreskin getting bunched up. I’ve always worn a cage with my foreskin pulled right back as she requires, so she can touch the most sensitive part at any time, this does mean a lot of skin bunched up behind the ring. It was also much more restrictive and stopped any erections growing much, in fact more restrictive than I ever expected. As I’ve always loved that feeling of restriction and being squeezed this simply added to the frustration.
Anyway after putting it back on she told me that it wasn’t coming off again until the end of February and that she intended to make me suffer, true enough she immediately started playing with my nipples, twisting and biting them which playing with my penis through the bars of the cage, this always turns me on massively but after being sentenced to six weeks imprisonment it was explosive, and she carried this on for over half an hour whilst I writhed and almost screamed with frustration. At which point she told me to get dressed and get ready to go out.
After this re-introduction she used every opportunity to wind me up, touching my nipples or groin every time we passed, if she held them I had to stand still until she’s finished what she wants to do, she'd touch me randomly as we sat together. If I go out without her she likes to bite my nipples hard to remember her, and my status, by. She made me do the ironing and housework naked so I could feel the unsupported weight of the cage swinging between my legs, made me exercise and loves to make me do star jumps in front of her. Other times she might be reading beside me and just absent mindedly play with my groin or nipple, otherwise totally ignoring me, making it perfectly clear that I’m just there to be used and not really worthy of her focus.
She also constantly reminds me that I’m her slave and she can do whatever she likes to me, and order me about, and she does exactly that.
I find that over time the sensations in my body just continue to grow, my nipples especially get more and more sensitive and desperate to be touched, but by now I’ve been forbidden to touch them or my penis, even in bed. She knows me well enough that if I do I will eventually confess.
Well I did touch them one morning in desperation, and told her. She gave me a long look and simply said “another week then”. She then started adding days on for infringements, if I argued she would add more time, until she said “right end of March and I’ll keep adding time until you learn”. I’m sure she knew perfectly well that I loved that and was loving being locked up. By this time I hadn’t been allowed to come since October, and while that was so frustrating I found deep down I wasn’t sure I wanted her to make me come, as that might be a let-down after everything else.
At this time I really felt I wanted to try a much smaller cage, so I broached the subject one day and she agreed that I could have a look. That’s a bit of a saga in itself so I’ll start writing that up next.
On a side note at the same time I tried using it without lubricant, apart from a little to help slide it on, but the ring without any at all, (I’d first found it necessary, and then I got into the habit, to lubricate round the ring twice daily to make sure everything could move without pulling). Now I don’t know if my body had got used to the cage or what but I now found it perfectly comfortable without lubricant, in fact with less risk of pinching and my foreskin getting bunched up. I’ve always worn a cage with my foreskin pulled right back as she requires, so she can touch the most sensitive part at any time, this does mean a lot of skin bunched up behind the ring. It was also much more restrictive and stopped any erections growing much, in fact more restrictive than I ever expected. As I’ve always loved that feeling of restriction and being squeezed this simply added to the frustration.
Anyway after putting it back on she told me that it wasn’t coming off again until the end of February and that she intended to make me suffer, true enough she immediately started playing with my nipples, twisting and biting them which playing with my penis through the bars of the cage, this always turns me on massively but after being sentenced to six weeks imprisonment it was explosive, and she carried this on for over half an hour whilst I writhed and almost screamed with frustration. At which point she told me to get dressed and get ready to go out.
After this re-introduction she used every opportunity to wind me up, touching my nipples or groin every time we passed, if she held them I had to stand still until she’s finished what she wants to do, she'd touch me randomly as we sat together. If I go out without her she likes to bite my nipples hard to remember her, and my status, by. She made me do the ironing and housework naked so I could feel the unsupported weight of the cage swinging between my legs, made me exercise and loves to make me do star jumps in front of her. Other times she might be reading beside me and just absent mindedly play with my groin or nipple, otherwise totally ignoring me, making it perfectly clear that I’m just there to be used and not really worthy of her focus.
She also constantly reminds me that I’m her slave and she can do whatever she likes to me, and order me about, and she does exactly that.
I find that over time the sensations in my body just continue to grow, my nipples especially get more and more sensitive and desperate to be touched, but by now I’ve been forbidden to touch them or my penis, even in bed. She knows me well enough that if I do I will eventually confess.
Well I did touch them one morning in desperation, and told her. She gave me a long look and simply said “another week then”. She then started adding days on for infringements, if I argued she would add more time, until she said “right end of March and I’ll keep adding time until you learn”. I’m sure she knew perfectly well that I loved that and was loving being locked up. By this time I hadn’t been allowed to come since October, and while that was so frustrating I found deep down I wasn’t sure I wanted her to make me come, as that might be a let-down after everything else.
At this time I really felt I wanted to try a much smaller cage, so I broached the subject one day and she agreed that I could have a look. That’s a bit of a saga in itself so I’ll start writing that up next.
Re: [Spaceman] The long road
For some time I’d wanted to try a smaller cage but having already got two I wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. However choosing what I hoped was the right moment soon after she’d told me to get caged again I broached the subject and after some discussion she agreed, on condition that it was smaller than those I had already (I have one 1” shorter and one 1.5” shorter than flaccid) and that it was steel, she likes the look and wants me to have some weight so I don’t forget I’m wearing it.
I’d already been looking secretly for some time and so it didn’t take long for me to put a few in a basket, I then asked if she would have a look and help choose one, which she did and so it was ordered for next day delivery together with an extra, smaller, ring. She then told me to change into my largest cage so I’d really notice the difference when the small one arrived, I must say I was very excited and had some difficulty getting the larger one on, but she insisted and ‘helped’ by touching my nipples and laughing when my struggles (and something else) got harder.
Next day I watched the tracking excitedly until we had to go out, so I had to leave a note asking for any parcels to be put round the side of the house, at this point I was very wound up and trying to burst out of my cage at the slightest touch. She realised this and made sure that she touched me frequently, by the time we got back home and found the package I was ready to explode, especially as she still hadn’t let me come since October and it was now mid January.
At that point she asked me to help unload and put the shopping away, knowing perfectly well that all I wanted to do was open the box, so I had to leave it on the side for even longer, after a few minutes she said ‘ well aren’t you going to open it then?’ By now I was shaking as I opened it and took out the cage and two rings, I passed them to her to examine and she told me to put it on immediately, with the smaller ring. The ring was a bit of a struggle getting each ball through it but I managed whilst she watched closely, then the cage which was a real struggle, another inch shorter (only one inch overall) and by now my penis was growing, but I managed and the feeling of constriction was amazing. It was, however, more enclosed than it looked in the pictures which neither of us wanted. Immediately the lock was in and I handed her the keys she started to play with me, seeing as I was bulging out of the cage wherever there was a gap and my nipples were rock hard that gave her plenty of scope for touching which sent me through the roof.
After a few minutes of this torture she told me to get dressed, by which time I could hardly walk.
An hour later I things weren’t feeling quite right and when I checked my balls were very red and tight, I told her and she agreed I should change to the larger ring, which is the size I normally wear. It was worth trying, I loved the tightness of it but it just didn’t work out.
Next day we discussed the new cage and both agreed it was too enclosed so she told me to take it off and put my large cage back on. The place I had bought it from have a returns policy so if somethings not to your liking they will exchange it, so a couple of emails later it was back in the post to be exchanged for another small cage we choose together and the small ring was just returned. Again another excited wait for the next cage to arrive, this was slightly longer, less enclosed and we hoped a better fit. However when I opened it I found it had a hinged ring, having read a few comments on here about the hinge chafing and pinching this was not what I wanted and it wasn’t mentioned on the website, however we agreed I should try it and see.
It was more fiddly to put on than I expected, having to hold the ring in place with one hand whilst forcing my penis into the cage with the other, bearing in mind that this cage was two inches shorter than my flaccid penis, and by now it was getting larger and larger. It was at this point she decided to ‘help’ me by touching my nipples, I nearly exploded but managed to control myself enough to get the cage aligned and in place, encouraged by her asking what my problem was and telling me that if it wasn’t on quickly she would be getting the whip out to motivate me.
Now I’m never sure about that, she very rarely uses it, but it’s always out of the blue when I don’t expect it, sometimes just to scrape the end (it’s actually a riding crop) over my nipples, caress my chest, the exposed end of my penis and balls, other times such a caress can turn unexpectedly into a whipping. The worst is when I’ve done something bad and she orders me to go and choose a whip (shorter and heavy which leaves a bruise, or longer and thin which makes red welts) and bring it to her after stripping naked, sometimes caged sometimes not. Being caged is more extreme as I find it a huge turn on and feel my erection fighting to get out of the cage.
Anyway I got the cage on eventually and she liked to look of it, I loved the constriction but could already feel that hinge chafing and pinching. I later tried some plaster on the hinge, some tape but nothing made this suitable for longer term wear, which is what we were looking for. So again an exchange was agreed (based on the fact that the hinge wasn’t mentioned on the website) and I was back in the old heavy cage again, in itself frustrating as when naked the weight swings between my legs.
This time the exchange took a bit longer and it was the second week of February before it arrived. Again a small cage, 1 ¼ inches long, which is 2 ¼ inches shorter than my soft penis, and the same curved ring size I’ve been using for years now. When it arrived she told me to take the old cage off and get ready for the new one, but before I could put it on she started playing with me until I was rock hard, she then made me stand in the kitchen, strip naked, legs apart, hands behind my neck while she pulled at one nipple, sucked and bit the other one and played with my penis. Well after the frustration of the last weeks, all the cage changes and not having been allowed to come for four months it didn’t take long until I exploded massively all over the kitchen floor. As soon as I’d finished she instructed me to put the new cage on and get on my hands and knees and clear the mess up before I got dressed again.
The third new cage was a huge success, a tight fit both length and width, giving me the sensation of being squeezed by her. I found that by using the minimum of lubricant to slide the cage on it didn’t move whilst I was wearing it and erections were impossible, but the end was open allowing a fair bit of my head to be squeezed through when trying to be erect, this also sometimes runs as I walk meaning I can rarely forget that I’m caged. It’s a sensation I love and would quite happily be like this very long term, especially as she enjoys it hugely and loves seeing me so frustrated.
I’ve very nearly caught up to date, its early February and I’m in the smallest cage I’ve ever tried, 2 inches shorter than any guide will advise and very comfortable, if hugely frustrated and with more sensations running through my body than I ever thought possible.
Sorry for the very long posts, nearly up to date and then they will get shorter (a bit like the cage I'm locked in as I write this).
I’d already been looking secretly for some time and so it didn’t take long for me to put a few in a basket, I then asked if she would have a look and help choose one, which she did and so it was ordered for next day delivery together with an extra, smaller, ring. She then told me to change into my largest cage so I’d really notice the difference when the small one arrived, I must say I was very excited and had some difficulty getting the larger one on, but she insisted and ‘helped’ by touching my nipples and laughing when my struggles (and something else) got harder.
Next day I watched the tracking excitedly until we had to go out, so I had to leave a note asking for any parcels to be put round the side of the house, at this point I was very wound up and trying to burst out of my cage at the slightest touch. She realised this and made sure that she touched me frequently, by the time we got back home and found the package I was ready to explode, especially as she still hadn’t let me come since October and it was now mid January.
At that point she asked me to help unload and put the shopping away, knowing perfectly well that all I wanted to do was open the box, so I had to leave it on the side for even longer, after a few minutes she said ‘ well aren’t you going to open it then?’ By now I was shaking as I opened it and took out the cage and two rings, I passed them to her to examine and she told me to put it on immediately, with the smaller ring. The ring was a bit of a struggle getting each ball through it but I managed whilst she watched closely, then the cage which was a real struggle, another inch shorter (only one inch overall) and by now my penis was growing, but I managed and the feeling of constriction was amazing. It was, however, more enclosed than it looked in the pictures which neither of us wanted. Immediately the lock was in and I handed her the keys she started to play with me, seeing as I was bulging out of the cage wherever there was a gap and my nipples were rock hard that gave her plenty of scope for touching which sent me through the roof.
After a few minutes of this torture she told me to get dressed, by which time I could hardly walk.
An hour later I things weren’t feeling quite right and when I checked my balls were very red and tight, I told her and she agreed I should change to the larger ring, which is the size I normally wear. It was worth trying, I loved the tightness of it but it just didn’t work out.
Next day we discussed the new cage and both agreed it was too enclosed so she told me to take it off and put my large cage back on. The place I had bought it from have a returns policy so if somethings not to your liking they will exchange it, so a couple of emails later it was back in the post to be exchanged for another small cage we choose together and the small ring was just returned. Again another excited wait for the next cage to arrive, this was slightly longer, less enclosed and we hoped a better fit. However when I opened it I found it had a hinged ring, having read a few comments on here about the hinge chafing and pinching this was not what I wanted and it wasn’t mentioned on the website, however we agreed I should try it and see.
It was more fiddly to put on than I expected, having to hold the ring in place with one hand whilst forcing my penis into the cage with the other, bearing in mind that this cage was two inches shorter than my flaccid penis, and by now it was getting larger and larger. It was at this point she decided to ‘help’ me by touching my nipples, I nearly exploded but managed to control myself enough to get the cage aligned and in place, encouraged by her asking what my problem was and telling me that if it wasn’t on quickly she would be getting the whip out to motivate me.
Now I’m never sure about that, she very rarely uses it, but it’s always out of the blue when I don’t expect it, sometimes just to scrape the end (it’s actually a riding crop) over my nipples, caress my chest, the exposed end of my penis and balls, other times such a caress can turn unexpectedly into a whipping. The worst is when I’ve done something bad and she orders me to go and choose a whip (shorter and heavy which leaves a bruise, or longer and thin which makes red welts) and bring it to her after stripping naked, sometimes caged sometimes not. Being caged is more extreme as I find it a huge turn on and feel my erection fighting to get out of the cage.
Anyway I got the cage on eventually and she liked to look of it, I loved the constriction but could already feel that hinge chafing and pinching. I later tried some plaster on the hinge, some tape but nothing made this suitable for longer term wear, which is what we were looking for. So again an exchange was agreed (based on the fact that the hinge wasn’t mentioned on the website) and I was back in the old heavy cage again, in itself frustrating as when naked the weight swings between my legs.
This time the exchange took a bit longer and it was the second week of February before it arrived. Again a small cage, 1 ¼ inches long, which is 2 ¼ inches shorter than my soft penis, and the same curved ring size I’ve been using for years now. When it arrived she told me to take the old cage off and get ready for the new one, but before I could put it on she started playing with me until I was rock hard, she then made me stand in the kitchen, strip naked, legs apart, hands behind my neck while she pulled at one nipple, sucked and bit the other one and played with my penis. Well after the frustration of the last weeks, all the cage changes and not having been allowed to come for four months it didn’t take long until I exploded massively all over the kitchen floor. As soon as I’d finished she instructed me to put the new cage on and get on my hands and knees and clear the mess up before I got dressed again.
The third new cage was a huge success, a tight fit both length and width, giving me the sensation of being squeezed by her. I found that by using the minimum of lubricant to slide the cage on it didn’t move whilst I was wearing it and erections were impossible, but the end was open allowing a fair bit of my head to be squeezed through when trying to be erect, this also sometimes runs as I walk meaning I can rarely forget that I’m caged. It’s a sensation I love and would quite happily be like this very long term, especially as she enjoys it hugely and loves seeing me so frustrated.
I’ve very nearly caught up to date, its early February and I’m in the smallest cage I’ve ever tried, 2 inches shorter than any guide will advise and very comfortable, if hugely frustrated and with more sensations running through my body than I ever thought possible.
Sorry for the very long posts, nearly up to date and then they will get shorter (a bit like the cage I'm locked in as I write this).
Re: [Spaceman] The long road
Finally locked in the smallest cage I’ve ever worn and far smaller than I ever thought possible my amazing and lovely wife has the idea that I should rotate my cages so I don’t get too used to one size. Furthermore she will dictate the timetable and which one is next. I have a choice of three for her to choose from, the large heavy 2.25”, mid 1.5” or smallest and narrowest 1.25”. She’s thrown that in the mix and will tell me when to change.
Meanwhile she’s enjoying my frustration and bouncing me off the ceiling at every opportunity. Her attention varies, some days she’s touching me whenever we pass in the house, pulling my nipples in the car and never leaving me alone, other times she doesn’t touch me all day. Other times she idly reaches out and plays with me whilst reading and completely ignoring what’s happening to me. She also loves winding me up when I’m on the phone and watch me struggle to keep composed and not let anything show in my voice, sometimes I could scream and I feel used and abused and very much hers to do with as she wishes.
She’s now banned me from touching her at all or kissing, unless she gives permission, that’s possibly the hardest command of all and I have failed a few times and she’s added days, even a week for transgressions of this rule, orders can flow thick and fast and If I’m not quick enough more time is added, somehow we’ve now reached August for release.
In addition to changing the cage she decided that occasionally I should spend the night uncaged until I wake in the morning, I’m not allowed to touch myself and if I do punishment will be severe. That’s so hard to do and I’ve been punished several times. This has taken various forms depending on her mood, edging me for an hour, my hands behind my head before being caged again, kneeling naked over me rubbing my penis over her and inside her until I’m desperate to enter her fully, then she made herself come and re-caged me, once re-caged then whipped across my nipples, chest, thighs and buttocks.
On rare occasions she’s edged me for a while and then let me come, only to be re-caged immediately I’ve washed. Coming is no relief though, I’ve found that I’m more frustrated than ever after being caged again.
This continued until the end of March by which times I’d been caged since early October (apart from a couple of weeks when I screwed up over Christmas) and allowed to come about five times. We then went away on holiday and she told me to take the cage off for the trip, but to take one with me in case she felt I needed it. Three days in she rolled over in bed before we went to sleep and asked if I felt frustrated, to which I replied yes, very,
“Oh then let’s see what we can do about that for you” which immediately made my cock rise to the occasion, and she started playing with me. Biting and rolling my nipples, playing with my cock until I was ready to explode – which she judged perfectly by the noises I was making, at which point she stopped and told me to get her vibrator and start playing with her, I brought her to the brick several times until she exploded and came , three times in quick succession. At which point she gave me a kiss, rolled over and said “Goodnight” Leaving me rock hard and totally wound up.
Next morning she pointed out that all she had said was that she would see what she could do about my frustration, and she had, by adding to it.
She then started playing with me again and continued to edge me for what seemed like ages, until she carried on until I exploded in what was that moist powerful orgasm I’ve had for a long time.
However she then fell ill and wasn’t in the mood for anything and my focus was on her needs and wishes to help recovery and the caging was put to one side. However she did make it clear that I was not allowed to come or play with myself in any way, chastity was to stay.
What with one thing following another with illness, injury (nothing to do with cages) and more illness she didn’t feel like anything intimate for all of April and into May until last week when she started casually playing with my nipples while we were sitting watching TV, next day she started touching me, grabbing my nipples and pulling me along with them, that evening as we sat together she looked at me and said “cage, now”. I immediately went and put the smallest one on and came back downstairs, to be ignored. She touched me a few times that evening and next morning which really got me going, and then said she’d forgotten I was caged, as we had visitors coming to stay I’d better take it off for the weekend.
After the weekend we went away and left the cage behind on her direction. I have however been told that all this is being added on to the end, which is now at least October. I’ve also been instructed that I must get caged as soon as we get home between trips away. The reason for the cageless status is that we spend a lot of time in the summer on naturist sites, and any such adornment if not allowed.
However chastity continues, as does frustration.
Meanwhile she’s enjoying my frustration and bouncing me off the ceiling at every opportunity. Her attention varies, some days she’s touching me whenever we pass in the house, pulling my nipples in the car and never leaving me alone, other times she doesn’t touch me all day. Other times she idly reaches out and plays with me whilst reading and completely ignoring what’s happening to me. She also loves winding me up when I’m on the phone and watch me struggle to keep composed and not let anything show in my voice, sometimes I could scream and I feel used and abused and very much hers to do with as she wishes.
She’s now banned me from touching her at all or kissing, unless she gives permission, that’s possibly the hardest command of all and I have failed a few times and she’s added days, even a week for transgressions of this rule, orders can flow thick and fast and If I’m not quick enough more time is added, somehow we’ve now reached August for release.
In addition to changing the cage she decided that occasionally I should spend the night uncaged until I wake in the morning, I’m not allowed to touch myself and if I do punishment will be severe. That’s so hard to do and I’ve been punished several times. This has taken various forms depending on her mood, edging me for an hour, my hands behind my head before being caged again, kneeling naked over me rubbing my penis over her and inside her until I’m desperate to enter her fully, then she made herself come and re-caged me, once re-caged then whipped across my nipples, chest, thighs and buttocks.
On rare occasions she’s edged me for a while and then let me come, only to be re-caged immediately I’ve washed. Coming is no relief though, I’ve found that I’m more frustrated than ever after being caged again.
This continued until the end of March by which times I’d been caged since early October (apart from a couple of weeks when I screwed up over Christmas) and allowed to come about five times. We then went away on holiday and she told me to take the cage off for the trip, but to take one with me in case she felt I needed it. Three days in she rolled over in bed before we went to sleep and asked if I felt frustrated, to which I replied yes, very,
“Oh then let’s see what we can do about that for you” which immediately made my cock rise to the occasion, and she started playing with me. Biting and rolling my nipples, playing with my cock until I was ready to explode – which she judged perfectly by the noises I was making, at which point she stopped and told me to get her vibrator and start playing with her, I brought her to the brick several times until she exploded and came , three times in quick succession. At which point she gave me a kiss, rolled over and said “Goodnight” Leaving me rock hard and totally wound up.
Next morning she pointed out that all she had said was that she would see what she could do about my frustration, and she had, by adding to it.
She then started playing with me again and continued to edge me for what seemed like ages, until she carried on until I exploded in what was that moist powerful orgasm I’ve had for a long time.
However she then fell ill and wasn’t in the mood for anything and my focus was on her needs and wishes to help recovery and the caging was put to one side. However she did make it clear that I was not allowed to come or play with myself in any way, chastity was to stay.
What with one thing following another with illness, injury (nothing to do with cages) and more illness she didn’t feel like anything intimate for all of April and into May until last week when she started casually playing with my nipples while we were sitting watching TV, next day she started touching me, grabbing my nipples and pulling me along with them, that evening as we sat together she looked at me and said “cage, now”. I immediately went and put the smallest one on and came back downstairs, to be ignored. She touched me a few times that evening and next morning which really got me going, and then said she’d forgotten I was caged, as we had visitors coming to stay I’d better take it off for the weekend.
After the weekend we went away and left the cage behind on her direction. I have however been told that all this is being added on to the end, which is now at least October. I’ve also been instructed that I must get caged as soon as we get home between trips away. The reason for the cageless status is that we spend a lot of time in the summer on naturist sites, and any such adornment if not allowed.
However chastity continues, as does frustration.
Re: [Spaceman] The long road
I was going to bring this up to date tomorrow, but I've written it whilst she's asleep so here it is, right after my last post 
The last few days have been on and off. Just been home for a few nights and been caged for two or three of them, however the teasing continues, both touching me and also touching herself, stripping and dancing in front of me to wind me up, which she does to perfection, not a hint that I will be coming any time soon, and to be honest I don't want to. As some have commented on these forums after the highs of the building frustration in a cage coming can leave a strange vacuum afterwards.
We’re home most of next week and I’ve been told the first thing I have to do after unloading the car is to get caged, and I am looking forward to that immensely, I’ve also been told that I will be severely punished for this period of freedom from the cage and this will likely extend over the whole of next winter, and won’t be just limited to caging, teasing and frustration, I have no idea what she has in mind – or will actually do.
Frankly I don’t know what changed at the end of last year to move this from an occasional game to something longer term, but whatever it is I’m happy. As important to me is that she’s also enjoying it, I said earlier that I can only enjoy it if she is, it’s critical to me that’s it’s a two way street. But she’s loving the control and domination, long may it continue.
We will just enjoy it whilst it does.
The last few days have been on and off. Just been home for a few nights and been caged for two or three of them, however the teasing continues, both touching me and also touching herself, stripping and dancing in front of me to wind me up, which she does to perfection, not a hint that I will be coming any time soon, and to be honest I don't want to. As some have commented on these forums after the highs of the building frustration in a cage coming can leave a strange vacuum afterwards.
We’re home most of next week and I’ve been told the first thing I have to do after unloading the car is to get caged, and I am looking forward to that immensely, I’ve also been told that I will be severely punished for this period of freedom from the cage and this will likely extend over the whole of next winter, and won’t be just limited to caging, teasing and frustration, I have no idea what she has in mind – or will actually do.
Frankly I don’t know what changed at the end of last year to move this from an occasional game to something longer term, but whatever it is I’m happy. As important to me is that she’s also enjoying it, I said earlier that I can only enjoy it if she is, it’s critical to me that’s it’s a two way street. But she’s loving the control and domination, long may it continue.
We will just enjoy it whilst it does.
Re: [Spaceman] The long road
So last week we were at home from Monday and orders were repeated n the to get caged as soon as I'd unpacked, direct orders like that immediately get me going anyway but for some reason, probably having been a while uncaged, that hit me hard (literaly hard), luckily things had subsided by the time unpacking was done.
Being in a small cage always gets me going and seems to make every other part of my body extra sensitive to her touch, its fair to say that when she casually reached acrosss and pulled my nipples that evening it sent me through the roof, but then she just as casually went back to reading and ignored me. That how it went for the four nights until we went away for the long weekend.
As you will have seen unlike others on here she doesn't want me to touch her, make her come etc, she just enjoys making me suffer and preventing me from coming, whilst winding.me up for as long as possible; and a cage does that perfectly as I've never come whilst caged..
Back home again today (Monday) and again told to cage up as soon as we got home. She told me she again wanted me in the smallest cage, but as its lighter she wants to add some weight to it, her idea is to get some fishing weights, padlock them to the bars (using padlocks left over from the old cb6000 so she can hold that key too,) and make me spend the day naked like that. We'll see if that comes to anything.
She then surprised me, I went upstairs, was called into the bedroom and before i knew it was hit with the riding crop, she made me stand still whilst giving me four more solids whacks with it (I have the marks seven hours later) and saying that was a reminder of my slave status for the week.
I'm now lying in bed with a sore backside, tightly caged cock and nipples feeling like there going to explode, she's told me if she finds me touching them or my cock todays little reminder will seem like nothing.
I think I'll do as I'm told..
Being in a small cage always gets me going and seems to make every other part of my body extra sensitive to her touch, its fair to say that when she casually reached acrosss and pulled my nipples that evening it sent me through the roof, but then she just as casually went back to reading and ignored me. That how it went for the four nights until we went away for the long weekend.
As you will have seen unlike others on here she doesn't want me to touch her, make her come etc, she just enjoys making me suffer and preventing me from coming, whilst winding.me up for as long as possible; and a cage does that perfectly as I've never come whilst caged..
Back home again today (Monday) and again told to cage up as soon as we got home. She told me she again wanted me in the smallest cage, but as its lighter she wants to add some weight to it, her idea is to get some fishing weights, padlock them to the bars (using padlocks left over from the old cb6000 so she can hold that key too,) and make me spend the day naked like that. We'll see if that comes to anything.
She then surprised me, I went upstairs, was called into the bedroom and before i knew it was hit with the riding crop, she made me stand still whilst giving me four more solids whacks with it (I have the marks seven hours later) and saying that was a reminder of my slave status for the week.
I'm now lying in bed with a sore backside, tightly caged cock and nipples feeling like there going to explode, she's told me if she finds me touching them or my cock todays little reminder will seem like nothing.
I think I'll do as I'm told..
Re: [Spaceman] The long road
I've been in the small cage all week without a break and got used to the sensations, i bulge out of the open end all the time so every time i move it rubs on my clothes (I wear my foreskin pulled right back when caged). Its stimulating, frustrating and can be slightly painful if careless, but i love it and this is the cage she's made me use mostly since February when we bought it, one of the nice things for me is that it turns me on when the bedclothes rub over the bulging end.
Wednesday night she looked hard at my cage as i stood naked by her and said " if you're a good boy I might let you out to come tomorrow". I went to sleep with mixed feelings, wanting to come but also wanting to stay locked.
Well that idea came to an abrupt end yesterday, Out shopping and I get a series of texts in quick succession:
Tomatoes
Caged
Bread
Whip
Eggs
Change cage
That hit me hard, literally hard and bulging out rubbing like crazy as i walked round to get those last bits, having to look at those texts again to make sure I'd not forgotten anything.
Back home I unpacked the shopping then did as I was bid and changed cages. This one is larger (but still much shorter than flacid) with a birdcage style end and a fair bit heavier.
Being more enclosed my penis feels like its been taken away from me, suddenly it doesn't rub, i cant touch it at all and it swings with the weight as i walk. I woke up three or four times last night rock solid, not at all painful but very pleasant, and every time i roll over i can feel the weight flopping across.
To be honest the sudden change is frustrating, exhilarating and I love it, I found last night that just by tensing my muscles i could keep a very pleasant hard on for as long as i wanted with my penis straining against the bars. Not a good night for sleep but very pleasant and frustrating.
Wednesday night she looked hard at my cage as i stood naked by her and said " if you're a good boy I might let you out to come tomorrow". I went to sleep with mixed feelings, wanting to come but also wanting to stay locked.
Well that idea came to an abrupt end yesterday, Out shopping and I get a series of texts in quick succession:
Tomatoes
Caged
Bread
Whip
Eggs
Change cage
That hit me hard, literally hard and bulging out rubbing like crazy as i walked round to get those last bits, having to look at those texts again to make sure I'd not forgotten anything.
Back home I unpacked the shopping then did as I was bid and changed cages. This one is larger (but still much shorter than flacid) with a birdcage style end and a fair bit heavier.
Being more enclosed my penis feels like its been taken away from me, suddenly it doesn't rub, i cant touch it at all and it swings with the weight as i walk. I woke up three or four times last night rock solid, not at all painful but very pleasant, and every time i roll over i can feel the weight flopping across.
To be honest the sudden change is frustrating, exhilarating and I love it, I found last night that just by tensing my muscles i could keep a very pleasant hard on for as long as i wanted with my penis straining against the bars. Not a good night for sleep but very pleasant and frustrating.