So, to set the scene, I bought a chastity cage.
I used to fear chastity, fear it would hurt, fear the lust would drive me insane. Then i got a little more curious. Maybe chastity could help me control myself. Maybe it would make me more submissive and not so lazy all the time. So i bought a cage. A nice big, pink cage. Getting it on was a hassle, as every time I started I got erect, and could no longer fit. Eventually i managed to squeeze in, locked it, and started my adventure.
It was surprisingly comfortable! I kept a close eye on things at first, making sure blood continued flowing to all the right places. It felt weird not feeling my underwear, like my dick had been transported to it's own dimension, which it kind of had. I hadn't considered being denied even the gentle caress of my own clothes. At first it was almost freeing. Not the slightest touch distracting me. My best friend protected by a hard plastic barrier.
After a while, though, the horny started to creep up. Part of me wants to say "this is enough for a first time" and just unlock. But another part doesn't want to give up that quickly. Eventually I take Butterfly up on her offer to control my chastity. Now it's out of my hands, and that feeling causes a stream of pre-cum to leak from the cage. She's curious if I'll manage to sleep in my cage, so whenever i can unlock, it probably won't be this evening.
Some talking a and meme-ing later it's time to go to sleep, and this will prove harder than I thought. I am a side sleeper, and a big piece of plastic between my legs is very noticeable. Some positions also cause waves of unusual warmth in places, which i think was a sign of obstructed blood flow? I don't know, but it doesn't feel standard. After some tossing and turning, I go to ask Butterfly if I can take the cage off for sleep. She says I should try for another hour, and if I still can't sleep I can take it off, if I put it back on first thing in the morning.
Fair enough, I try for another hour. But no matter how I turn, I can't find a position where my genitals and my body both agree to be comfortable. I relent, and take off the cage. Off is easier than on, thank god. And after cleaning up the pre-cum mess I notice some slight bruising. A small spot that is a bit tender and deep purple. Nothing major, but I do feel I need to let this heal before i re-cage. I go to bed unencumbered and swiftly drift off to lala land, deciding I shall wait till morrow to burden Butterfly with my wiener woes.
I used to fear chastity, fear it would hurt, fear the lust would drive me insane. Then i got a little more curious. Maybe chastity could help me control myself. Maybe it would make me more submissive and not so lazy all the time. So i bought a cage. A nice big, pink cage. Getting it on was a hassle, as every time I started I got erect, and could no longer fit. Eventually i managed to squeeze in, locked it, and started my adventure.
It was surprisingly comfortable! I kept a close eye on things at first, making sure blood continued flowing to all the right places. It felt weird not feeling my underwear, like my dick had been transported to it's own dimension, which it kind of had. I hadn't considered being denied even the gentle caress of my own clothes. At first it was almost freeing. Not the slightest touch distracting me. My best friend protected by a hard plastic barrier.
After a while, though, the horny started to creep up. Part of me wants to say "this is enough for a first time" and just unlock. But another part doesn't want to give up that quickly. Eventually I take Butterfly up on her offer to control my chastity. Now it's out of my hands, and that feeling causes a stream of pre-cum to leak from the cage. She's curious if I'll manage to sleep in my cage, so whenever i can unlock, it probably won't be this evening.
Some talking a and meme-ing later it's time to go to sleep, and this will prove harder than I thought. I am a side sleeper, and a big piece of plastic between my legs is very noticeable. Some positions also cause waves of unusual warmth in places, which i think was a sign of obstructed blood flow? I don't know, but it doesn't feel standard. After some tossing and turning, I go to ask Butterfly if I can take the cage off for sleep. She says I should try for another hour, and if I still can't sleep I can take it off, if I put it back on first thing in the morning.
Fair enough, I try for another hour. But no matter how I turn, I can't find a position where my genitals and my body both agree to be comfortable. I relent, and take off the cage. Off is easier than on, thank god. And after cleaning up the pre-cum mess I notice some slight bruising. A small spot that is a bit tender and deep purple. Nothing major, but I do feel I need to let this heal before i re-cage. I go to bed unencumbered and swiftly drift off to lala land, deciding I shall wait till morrow to burden Butterfly with my wiener woes.
