“My boy, maybe I should have been clearer in my intentions.
You are to wear this cage until I decide to remove it.
Now since you are new to all of this, I will see you tomorrow at three pm.
So be here tomorrow, and we will talk about what is going to be expected of you from here on out, is that understood?
Now get dressed, and ready for the rest of your day.”
Once dressed, I was ushered out of the penthouse, and into the elevator.
As the door closed, Mistress blew me a kiss, and a wink.
Standing in the elevator, everything that had happened in the last few hours, began running through my tiny brain.
First off, I accepted an invitation from a beautiful woman to join her at her place.
When I saw her play room, I blindly went along with what was going to happen to me.
OK, the fact that I am a horny boy, and if you told me the only way I was going to get laid that night was to wear a pair of pork chop panties, while trying to sandpaper a grizzly bears ass, I would have done it.
The truth is that I enjoyed everything that happened tonight.
I never considered myself a submissive, in fact, I had always been the aggressor when it came to sex.
Standing there, I waited for the doors to open, allowing me to leave this place, and get my thoughts straight.
When the elevator bumped to a halt, the cage that kept my little penis bound, bounced a bit reminding me of it’s presence.
What I never thought of until now was, how was I going to go through my day wearing this thing?
Tomorrow I had to join my friends for an afternoon, playing softball.
How the hell am I going to change in the locker room, let alone shower after the game?
The shower room didn’t have stalls, rather it was just a large room with shower heads along the wall, as well as shower heads on posts in the middle of the room.
Oh well, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Tonight I decided to walk home rather than grabbing an Uber, or taxi, I needed the night air to think.
Every step I took, I was reminded of the chastity cage’s presence, as it bounced against my thighs.
Unfortunately every time it shifted, my penis wanted to become erect, this was damped down immediately as the cage exerted it dominance.
Thirty minutes later I was home, and the first thing I did was to strip off my clothes, and head into the shower to clean off the sweat that coated my body from this evenings activities.
Looking in the bathroom mirror, I turned this way, and that, to see what the cage looked like from different angles.
I hate to admit it, but the cage looked rather cool, sticking out from my midsection.
Felling it’s shape, and heft, I began to get a boner again.
If this keeps up, I’m going to be crippled from the pain that the cage imposed.
Once in the shower, I scrubbed off the grime that I had accumulated.
Soaping up my caged penis, I found that I was able to do a good job in spit of the cage.
Once I was clean, and dry, I headed to bed.
I had an early morning class that I couldn’t miss if I wanted to keep my GPA up.
As I drifted off to sleep, my mind kept replaying the days events, over, and over.
Throughout the night my dreams centered around my newfound submissive nature.
The most memorable dream came to me just prior to waking.
I dreamed I was back in Mistresses home, the center of attention for a dozen of her friends.
Unfortunately, like every sex oriented dream I ever had, I awoke just as the dream began to get interesting.
Dressing for the day, I opted for a pair of pants that were a bit on the baggie side.
I needed to hide the bulge the cage made in anything tighter than what I chose.
Shit, I wish I had a bulge like that without the cage, maybe the girls would look differently at me when I walked past.
As I left the building, my drinking buddy Frank from last night came around the corner headed to his first class of the day.
Walking along Frank kept asking me about last night, how the fuck was I going explain what happened.
The best I could do was lie, and give him a slightly altered version.
“Frank, when I left the pub last night we headed over to her place for a little R&R.
Once in her place, I needed to take control of the evening, so I began by taking my time buttering her up so she wouldn’t be turned off by the small size of my cock.
But, you know what?
She didn’t care in the least.
I don’t want to go into details just right now, just take my word for it, we had a great time.”
Frank kept badgering me for details, I on the other hand did what I could to keep this conversation short, so I didn’t have to think up more lies to tell him.
Walking up to the building where my next class was, I told him we could meet up later for drinks.
With that, Frank continued on towards his first class of the day.
Sitting in class, and listening to a very boring lecture, had my mind wandering, along with constantly looking at the clock on the wall, waiting for the end of the school day, that I can head over to Mistresses home.
Fifteen minutes later the class was over, and I headed out to the ball field for a quick game that I promised my friends that I would join for a bit.
Lucky for me, my locker was in a back row of lockers, with only one other person there changing for the game.
With my back towards the other person, I stripped off my clothes, slid my jock strap up to cradle my caged cock, and balls, followed by my shorts, and tee-shirt.
Looking in the full length mirror, I decided that my cage didn’t protrude in a noticeable way.
As I ran the bases, my cage kept flopping around, even the jock strap had trouble keeping it in place.
If this kept up, I was going to be rubbed raw, by the end of the game.
About half way through, I faked a pulled muscle to beg out of playing anymore that day.
Returning to the locker room, I spent a moment looking around before I stripped off my clothes to hit the showers.
Seeing only three others, all of whom were dressing for the outside world, I felt safe in hitting the shower room.
Taking a shower head in the back of the room, I tossed my towel onto a nearby hook, and adjusted the water temp to my liking.
I swear to God, that a long hot shower is so wonderfully decadent, and soothing.
I finished soaping up, and just stood under the cascading water, feeling it’s relaxing, almost hypnotic effect it was having on my body.
My revelry was interrupted by the sound of another person entering the room.
Why I ask myself, in a room this size did he have to pick a shower heads just five feet away from me?
Keeping my back to him, hoping he wouldn’t see the cage I wore, realized that my hope was dashed in only a few minutes’ time.
As he reached over to grab some shampoo off the shelf, he spied the cage I wore.
The sudden realization of what he saw brought a chuckle from deep within himself.
“Dude, what the fuck are you wearing, and why?”
“Fuck dude, I thought I could shower without being seen.
Well I can see that I was wrong.
If you must know, this is a chastity cage, after losing a bet, my friend challenged me to wear this until she was ready to unlock it.
This is my second day wearing it, and I’m still trying to get used to the feel of it, and the control it has over my penis.”
“Could you turn around so I can see it?
I’m not passing any judgment, but I am very curious, and would love to learn more about that thing.”
Turning to face him, I stood very still as he bent over a bit to inspect my cage.
“Would you mind if I touched it, I have so many questions to ask you.”
Nodding my head, I gave him permission to feel my cage.
Reaching out, he cupped my caged cock, and balls in his hand.
Giving it a little jiggle to feel the weight, and heft of my cage he began to pepper me with questions.
As I began to do my best to answer his questions, I watched as his cock began to harden.
At that moment I did something I never thought I would do, I reached out, and took his cock in my hand.
For the first time ever, I held another guys cock in my hands.
As I began to stroke his cock, his knees began to buckle, and a groan escaped his lips.
As if an invisible mind took hold of me, I began to stroke his cock, it felt like velvet, with a iron core.
Grabbing the soap from the shelf, I lathered up my hands, and returned to stroking off my new friend.
While I was doing this, my cock began to harden to the point that I was ready to double up from the pressure the cage was imposing on my cock.
Yes it began to verge on painful, yet I accepted this pain as the price I payed for this moment of pleasure.
With one hand holding his balls, and the other stroking his cock, his body began shaking with his impending climax.
Five seconds later, his cock spewed forth a gallon of cum.
Rope after rope of cum flew outward, hitting my chest, and the wall behind me.
Releasing my grip, he leaned against wall, doing his best to catch his breath.
As soon as he was able to speak, he said, “Well that was unexpected, but not unwelcome.
In fact that was incredible.
I don’t think I have ever had a better hand job that that.
Anytime you feel the need to help a guy out, come find me.
Until then, thank you again.”
Leaving the campus, I headed off to my Mistresses home.
Once out of the elevator, I found myself standing in front of the door.
I spent a few moments debating if I still wanted to go through with her subjugation of me.
Raising my hand to draw back the big brass knocker, I was startled to have the door swing open before I could even grasp the knocker.
Standing there with a startled look upon my face, Mistress pointed towards a camera mounted on the wall outside the door.
In just a second my shock gave way to understanding, as she bid me to enter.
Taking me by the wrist, she had me stand in the center of the room.
With an exceedingly slow, and deliberate stripping me of my clothes, in just seconds I stood naked before her.
“OK young man, I want you to tell me about your day, and leave nothing out.
Tell me about how you have coped with the cage I placed you in.
Have you had any problems with the fit of the cage, or pain associated with it?”
I proceeded to tell her about everything from the moment I awoke, until she found me standing at the threshold of her home.
When I related the incident that occurred in the shower her mood picked up, along with a wide smile growing across her face.
I do believe she was gaining some joy out of discovering my bi-sexuality.
Reaching into her pocket, Mistress produced a single key, and unlocked my cage.
As it fell away from my little penis, an erection that had waited a day to occur, sprang forth.
So abruptly did this happen, that I felt a bit light headed.
“Come with me, my little man.”
Walking down the hallway, I was led into a bathroom where I was told to wash up, and when I was ready, I was to meet her in the play room.
Stepping into the shower, I began the process of shaving the stubble from my cock, and balls.
When I was satisfied with the results, I stepped out of the stall to dry myself, readying myself to join my Mistress.
Walking down the hall, I knocked on the door asking for her permission to enter the playroom.
From the other side of the door came “You may enter.”
Stepping in, I approached Mistress, and dropped to my knees, my hands flat across my thighs.
Placing her hand upon my head she bid me to rise.
Standing, cock rampant with desire, Mistress took hold of it, and led me over to the spanking bench.
Laying face down, my arms, and legs were bound to the large brass rings set into each corner, along with a series of straps that held me in place.
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