chastity cage

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Yesterday afternoon, after a nice quick bout of doggy style sex (which I was not allowed to cum during), ML locked me up in the Revenge before sending me off to work.

I’m not sure if it’s just the fact that I don’t wear it very often, but there is something very sexy about this device – my cock locked away, almost entirely encased in steel. I don’t even get the cursory brushes with clothing or ML’s teasing touches through the bars, just the cold hardness of my chastity cage.

As I said, I haven’t spent a whole lot of time wearing the Revenge for one reason or another – at one point, the integrated lock mechanism was broken and we were waiting for a replacement. But, if things go according to plan, that should be changing. The “plan” involves acclimating myself to the Revenge, testing to see how long I can safely wear the device, and possibly trying to extend that time period.

Wearing the Revenge is very much like starting over from scratch: I really need to take it slow and not go for “too much, too soon.” The closed-style of the Revenge differs from the open-style Jailbird in a number of ways, with comfort and hygiene being the two most notable contrasts. I haven’t had much problem with comfort in the past, but hygiene can be challenging when using a closed-style device for long term wear.

With that said… My Lady really wants to try locking my cock in a full steel device for a good amount of time, just to see how crazy and desperate I get for any type of stimulation (I’ll admit, I’m very interested in it, too). So we are going to treat it like we did from the beginning: small steps leading to big steps.

I’m going to wear the Revenge for a week only at first, doing my best to give it a good flush with the showerhead every night before bed in order to keep it clean and avoid any skin reactions. After a week, ML will take me out and “inspect the goods.” If all is good, we will try to do two weeks with the same cleaning routine. If everything is okay after two weeks, we will move on to… hopefully not much longer than two weeks.   🙂

Basically, we want to see where my tolerance limit is, if there is any at all. When we find it, we will know what we have to work with. And if we find there really is no tolerance limit… then ML will know she can keep me locked in the for as long as she wants. I’m not 100% sure which one I’m rooting for…

St writes:

I read a 3 year old post “The Ring’s the Thing”… and you mentioned that you switched back to the regular ring, because the anatomical one started to feel uncomfortable. I would love to read an update regarding this matter, please. I’m thinking of buying the Revenge, but i can’t decide which ring to choose.

Click here for the post that St is referring to.

It kinda surprised me when I found the anatomical ring to be less comfortable than the standard round one for the Revenge. I had heard good things about the anatomical ring from others, and also it’s designed specifically for comfort. So you’d think it would be the best choice, but it wasn’t for me.

But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t the best choice for everyone.

Stay with me…

Just like I wrote in this post about trying out the double ring, the comfort of the base ring is really up to the wearer. Some guys will find the anatomical ring to be a better fit than the standard one; some guys may feel better in an oval ring, while others stick with the round design. You really need to try it to see if it works for you. Just make sure you don’t end up forcing it just because someone else says it’s “the best.”

On the other hand, I do recommend getting the integrated lock option that is available on all of the Steelworxx designs!

Assuming that My Lady doesn’t get the urge to unlock me later tonight (and there’s no reason to think that she will), tomorrow will make it 3 full weeks into 2017… three full weeks that I have been locked in the Jailbird, day and night. Three full weeks of my cock throbbing and struggling inside the bars of my chastity cage. Three full weeks of troubled sleep thanks to unattainable nighttime erections.

Three full weeks of nothing anywhere near this.

Three full weeks of realizing that I look pretty damn sexy with my cock locked in chastity.

The “longest lockup” benchmark for me is quickly approaching, and this time around it seems as though ML is perfectly content to let it continue. I, of course, am getting really desperate… but there is a not-so-small part of me that actually enjoys the idea of being driven even further insane by my need for a simple erection. In fact, I can’t deny or ignore the fact that my cock slowly fills my cage whenever I think about it.

Now, there is NO way I’d be able to handle being locked up over a span of multiple months. I really do need the freedom of getting hard and fucking ML (at least occasionally), and I know ML feels the same. I was actually surprised this time around that we’ve gone so long – two days ago was the first time ML and I didn’t have penetrative sex on our anniversary. As horrible as that sounds, though, it didn’t feel out of the ordinary at all.

This is who we are now. This is our love; this is our marriage – my wife keeps my cock locked in a steel chastity cage for as long as she wants, uses my cock for her pleasure, and teases and denies me orgasms until she wants me to experience that pleasure. It’s amazing, and it couldn’t be any more perfect for either of us. I need this, and My Lady needs it just as much. 

That doesn’t make waiting weeks for a full erection any easier, though.

My wife attacked me last night. Seriously… there’s no better way to describe it.

My Lady’s pent up horny reached a boiling point last night; she had endured her doctor-mandated orgasm denial for long enough, and she was going to get what she wanted from me.

I should have seen it coming the night before: ML took advantage of me being unlocked and had me fuck her nice and hard, both from behind and standing against the wall. She wanted it so badly, she didn’t want to have to be careful – she allowed me to cum in her pussy if I promised not to stop until she was done. Nowadays, with my chance of having an orgasm on any given day is a complete mystery, I’m not turning that deal down. It felt so good to just let loose on her, I almost ended up cumming twice before she was finished.

But she wasn’t finished. All she did was prime her need.

Last night, we were just about ready to go to sleep – TV off, covers up, ready for bed. Then, it all started with an innocent snuggle. My Lady moaned as my naked butt rubbed against her, and her hands were quickly feeling my body up and down. She squeezed me tighter against her, and I could feel her hunger rising quickly. A moment later, ML was pulling the covers off of me, rolling me onto my back, and straddling my hips.

Was the fact that my cock was locked in steel going to stop her from getting what she needed? Hell no! Her soaking wet pussy slid down onto my caged cock, taking me inside her with absolutely no difficulty. Apparently, over time ML has gotten used to fucking me with my cage on; she rode me almost as if I wasn’t wearing it. She pushed herself down onto me, taking my cage in just about as deep as possible, with her clit rubbing against the post of the base ring.

Fucking ML with the cage on has got to be the absolute worst torture ever. My cock struggles and pushes against the cage, eager to feel ML’s warm wet pussy wrapped around it. But I can only feel it where the skin is exposed. The incomplete sensation actually makes my cock try to get even harder, as an attempt to find that missing pleasure. Meanwhile, the steel doesn’t yield at all, and I am left with an incredibly full and painful cage that feels like it might rip my balls off my body.

Add to this the maddening sensation of feeling like I might just cum at any minute, and it makes the suffering that much more unbearable. When my cock fills the cage to capacity (and more), it starts to bulge out between the bars of the cage. Sometimes, just by horrible chance, one of the most sensitive parts of my cock is helplessly exposed:

All of the sensation of ML’s pussy feels like it’s concentrated on that one spot. It’s so intense that it often feels like I am as close as I can be to orgasm without cumming – only to find out that, as ML keeps riding me, I can inch even closer as the moments go by. It’s like having an edge dragged out constantly over the course of minutes, often as ML is enjoying orgasm after orgasm on my poor aching cock.

Add to that the fact that I can never decide if I actually WANT to cum at this point or not…

I’ve found out in the past that I can have an orgasm while caged; I’ve also found out how excruciating it is to have an orgasm while caged. All of this is running through my head while I’m nearly dying from caged edging torture, and I start to think just how bad an orgasm can be at this point… is it as bad as I remember? Is it as bad as this? Does it really even matter? How much sexual torture can I stand?

All of this, while ML is soaking my cock (and the bedsheets below me) with her pussy juices.

So yeah, I was whimpering and moaning, wanting the torture to end but not wanting it to end, wanting to cum but not wanting to cum… all of this turns My Lady on even more (the whimpering, especially). More shuddering orgasms, more of her pussy squeezing and gripping my cock, more pussy juices soaking my balls…

It’s a miracle that we even got to sleep last night.

Speaking of, My Lady wouldn’t let me go to sleep until she took care of one last thing – she took her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it all over my body and face, covering me with her juices. I could feel it all over me – on my chest, on my chin… I could feel and smell it everywhere. I breathed in her delicious scent as I laid down and tried to get to sleep.

Did I say it was a mircale that I was able to fall asleep last night?

ML and I have always been curious about whether or not I was able to have an orgasm while wearing my chastity cage. We know it’s possible in the general sense – we’ve heard about it from many sources, and there are plenty of femdom videos where it happens. We just didn’t know if I was actually physically able to do it. We tried using the hitachi wand as well as other ways of stimulation, all with no success. Until last week, that is.

I’m now able to confirm that I can, in fact, have an orgasm in my cage. And, honestly, it might be even more frustrating than a ruined orgasm.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start again…

My “leaving for work” ritual has changed quite a bit after our moves from NY -> WV -> IN. I used to kneel for ML and give her some body worship before I left, and ML would almost always flash me her titties as I drove away (seriously, don’t I have the best fucking wife in the world?). Recently, our kids have been getting up earlier than they have in the past, and they are usually awake by the time I am leaving. This makes it tough to do our routine on a normal basis, but we make time for it when we can.

Last Wednesday morning, ML and I snuck off to the bedroom to get a little privacy. ML laid back on the bed and spread her legs, offering me her delicious horny pussy. I knelt at the side of the bed and began licking her. As always, she tasted AMAZING. As I licked her clit and kissed her pussy lips, she began to moan quietly (trying not to alert the kids in the next room). It was so sexy and it was turning me on like crazy!

ML had kept me locked in the cage all the way from the previous weekend; I was really craving the feeling of being inside her, and her moans of pleasure were only making that craving worse. I may have gently suggested to ML that she unlock me, but my full on “rooty” would have made getting out of the Jailbird almost impossible. But I didn’t care – for some reason, I felt like I NEEDED to be inside her at that moment. So I climbed up on the bed, kneeling in between ML’s legs, and began gently sliding my caged cock into her slippery wet pussy.

My Lady has been very impressive with her ability to handle my chastity cage inside her. When we first tried it, I was barely able to move without causing her discomfort. Now, I still have to be careful, but I am able to thrust into her a little bit (as long as I get the curve of the cage at the correct angle).

The feeling of fucking ML with the cage on is really difficult to describe. On one hand, any time I get to feel ML’s pussy wrapped around my cock is absolutely wonderful. But when I’m wearing the cage, I can only feel her pussy with the parts of my cock that bulge out past the bars. The result is a strange combination of great pleasure and immense frustration.

As I continued to thrust into ML, these conflicting feelings must have been showing on my face, because I saw a flash of excitement in her eyes. She was getting off on my frustration. I could feel her excitement flowing from her as I watched her drink in my suffering. Her excitement increased my arousal so much and so quickly, all of a sudden I realized something.

I looked into ML’s eyes and said, “I think I could cum.”

“Really?” she asked.

“I think so.”

“Do it,” she answered. “Cum for me.”

I had been waiting SEVEN MONTHS to hear My lady say those words.

It didn’t take me long to fulfill her request. I had to control my thrusts in order not to hurt ML with the steel chastity cage, but I was able to push myself to orgasm.

It was, in a word… terrible.

First off, getting myself to orgasm was nowhere near the way I wanted to do it. After seven months of denial, I really just wanted to pound ML’s pussy and cum deep inside her. I couldn’t do that here; I had to thrust very slowly, which ended up making the climb to orgasm a horrible tease of an ordeal. It was like instead of diving into a pool, I was slowly dragged across the cement and unceremoniously dumped in.

Then came the orgasm itself. It wasn’t quite a ruined orgasm because my cock was being stimulated throughout the whole thing, but it was very much like one in the fact that it was absolutely not pleasurable. It was more like a “blocked” orgasm: my cock surged in its cage, eager to release seven months worth of pent up orgasmic pressure. However, each time my cock pulsed, it met with the unyielding steel of the cage. Still desperate for a deep, intense, cum-pumping orgasm, my cock tried even harder, but with no success. All that happened was an even bigger buildup of pressure, only now I could feel it all throughout my cock. At least with a ruined orgasm, there was some sense of release; I wasn’t even gifted that here.

I could tell My Lady could feel my bulging cock twitching inside her because her eyes had an intense look in them. The look on my face was probably equal parts surprise, confusion, desperation, and frustration, and she was loving every single second of it. As my cock continued its strangled orgasm, I couldn’t help but whimper as I suffered through the torture. In the end, I wasn’t able to fill ML’s pussy with my cum; it ended up dribbling out later once my cock had given up and gotten soft.

So yes, it was absolutely horrible, in such a good way. I was teased and taunted by an “orgasm” that ended up being more frustrating than I could have imagined. Now knowing how this effected me, I wouldn’t be surprised if ML were to try this again, only next time using her wand to give herself a ruined orgasm while I suffer through mine. I’m not sure if I could think of anything more soul crushing than that.

A friend of mine I haven’t seen in about 9 years came by the other day. It was so much fun seeing her, we’ve been friends over 20 years now! We met as teenagers working fast food and have been friends ever since. Since I moved away 16 years ago, seeing my friends in real life doesn’t happen all that often.

Anyway, we were chatting away and at one point she grabbed my necklace to have a closer look. She says, “that’s an interesting looking necklace.” I said, “oh, that’s the key to CM’s chastity cage and I had the company who made it cut the key shorter so I could wear it on this necklace!” It’s funny… I didn’t even think to hide it from her or anything. She knows we are into kinky stuff but I found it interesting that I freely offered up the info like it was just a regular thing! 🙂

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Joey, one of our readers, wrote to us the following:

Mr monkey, 
I’m just curious what’s the longest mrs monkey has ever kept you locked up in chastity?

First of all, there’s no need for formalities. 🙂

I’m guessing that by the “longest” I’ve been locked up, you mean the longest 24/7 chastity term I’ve gone through without being released.

The longest ML has kept me constantly locked was a little over three weeks – to be honest, I’m not sure of the exact amount of days because we’ve done it a few times already. Each of the last two times, we’ve set out aiming for a month but we never quite make it that long. ML just can’t go on that long without my cock 😉

Joey also asks:

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ow exactly does blue balls feel to you and do you ever get them?

After two months of not cumming, of course I get them!

The good thing is that it’s not a constant feeling that I deal with all day long. I really only feel it when I’m sexually aroused – which is to say that I feel it whenever My Lady is near me. 🙂 It’s not the painful agony that most guys expect or imagine; I would describe it more as an ache, kind of how a minor muscle bruise would feel. And much like a bruise, the ache gets deeper the more you pay attention to it – that’s one of the reasons ML takes every opportunity to remind me of my situation.

Thanks for the questions, Joey!

When I started wearing a chastity device, it took me a little bit to get used to it. Eventually I adjusted, and it was quite comfortable. But when ML and I tried to do any type of long term wear, I would start to get itchy, no matter how often I kept things clean. It soon became clear that I had to get my pubic hair situation under control.

I will freely admit that I was scared of shaving my balls – I don’t even use a blade razor on my face! So my first thought was to find some sort of hair-removal cream… no dice – those types of creams are way too harsh for the sensitive skin down there. ML and I tried waxing… yeah, never doing that again, because obvious reasons.

So it was shaving, or nothing. So I tried it out, and it worked out pretty well. The most surprising thing was that My Lady found my shaved cock and balls to be unbelievably sexy! She loves the hair on the rest of my body, so I figured she wouldn’t enjoy seeing me shaved like that. It ended up being the opposite – note, she wouldn’t have me any other way!

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Gotta admit, I like the way it looks, too.

Solving one problem brought up another – razor burn. As if the skin wasn’t sensitive enough, having a chastity cage rubbing up against my freshly shaved balls caused quite a bit of discomfort. ML and I tried a number of different lotions, but nothing seemed to work. But recently we found something that works great: Pure Romance Skin Therapy!

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Apologies for burying the lede.

This stuff really is amazing! It’s a spray that feels sort of oily on your skin when you apply it. It starts working immediately, providing a cooling sensation pretty much on contact. Once it soaks in, it softens and conditions the skin so that there is no after-shaving discomfort. Since I’ve started using this stuff, shaving is a breeze – I just spray it on right after shaving, and also once for the next couple of days before I put my cage back on… it also works great as a device lubricant! This really is wonderful stuff. It has made my shaving experience so much better, and I’d definitely recommend it to anyone with post-shave comfort issues.

I have, quite literally, been trying to write this post for three days. It’s been sitting in my drafts just waiting for me. On Friday, I sent this quick email to a couple friends:
” You’ll have to read the blog to hear the steamy adventures but… CM is a slave to my sexual needs today, I can’t get enough of his cock… I just fucked him good and hard, then I laid back and fucked my own ass with his cock and later I’m going to suck that big thick cock of his, fuck him some more and then lock him back up tight in his steel armor!”

So there’s my post, I’m done. 🙂

Haha, Yeah right! So you all know I was trying so hard to keep my cagedmonkey locked up tight until we renew our vows in January. Well, for some reason, I just cannot get myself past 3 weeks of not having him. It literally makes me nuts and no amount of fucking by “Adam” satisfies me like my hubby.

Cagedmonkey got home from work Friday morning and I was in some really bad shape. I tucked him into bed and snuggle up with him. We were doing some kissing and touching and groping and enjoying feeling every part of each others bodies. It was very similar to any other morning when I tuck him in. We kissed, we touched, he licked my tummy all the way down to my sweet mound. He licked my warm wet pussy to an orgasm and we cuddled a little bit more. As I was laying there in his arms, I felt this incredible ache between my legs. It was actually painful and the only way I can describe it was like a toothache in the lips of my pussy just aching to feel his massive hard cock sliding deep into my pussy.

My voice was shaky trying to explain this to him. He was such a good boy too, knowing not to push me too much in that vulnerable state. I was practically crying because I wanted and needed him so badly. I really was torturing myself, not only him, during all of this. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I HAD to have him, to use him, to feel him inside me. I got that screw undone and popped the tube off of his cock as fast as I could. The ring was not coming off! That’s ok though, the ring just acts like a cockring and makes him bigger and harder. God, I’m getting so horny right now thinking about this again! Ugh!

I immediately climbed up on his massive erection and slid down onto him with my extremely wet pussy. I rode his cock fast and as hard as I could, fucking my aching pussy until it squeezed forcefully around his erection, contracting over and over as I came so hard, quietly screaming through my orgasm. Oh it was such an amazing moment but I was no where near done. It only fueled the fire burning in me. I wanted more! I rolled myself off of him, on to my back and pulled him on top of me and he fucked me good missionary, thrusting into me hard. He was sliding in and out of me at the perfect rhythm, my pussy griping his cock and bringing me to another fantastic orgasm. I really do love how it feels to cum on his cock and how my pussy squeezes around his hardness.

We laid there for a moment just taking in the feelings of the moment. Being together in my after-orgasm glow, until my inner horny raged again. I rolled him to his side on an angle to me to form my favorite T position. I reach along side the bed and grabbed my wand. I told him I wanted a “big one,” which is what I call the orgasm that happens when I use the wand. I reached down and got his cock situated inside me, at this point he’s barely able to move because he’s so sensitive from me taking him over and over without allowing him to cum. So he explains he’ll “do his best ma’am.” I’m laying there moving my body, just using him to fuck myself as I have my wand on my clit. I was so wet and and I could feel my juices dripping down my crack tickling my tight asshole. It made me want to be filled up as the juices ran down. I really was just so horny to have him in every way that I pulled him out of me, reached down and pushed him down until his cock was gently pressing at my horny hole. I tilted myself toward him and slid his entire thickness into my ass, stretching me, filling me up. Fuck it was fantastic finally feeling him after waiting so long. I told him, as well as I could half out of breath how I wanted to be filled up more. He reached his hand down between my legs and slid two fingers into my wetness. As I rocked myself, sliding him in and out, with the wand on my clit, he fingered me faster and harder while I pushed myself into the orgasmic stratosphere.

My day was not complete, though, until I had him multiple times that day. Randomly throughout the day I would go into the bedroom, lock the door, tell him “hard cock,” as I’d drop my pants. I’d climb up on him and ride his cock three more times that day, enjoying my orgasms as I denied his. After dinner I made him shower and shave. I gave him a blow job and fucked him again as he sat on the couch, before he left for work, caged and denied.