I’d like to spend a few minutes talking about chastity devices. Or, as Mistress Katherine refers to them, Cock Cages. Her term accurately describes what they are. They come in different styles and materials (plastic, metal, or leather). They encase a cock and encircle the balls.

My Mistress had me start wearing one early in our relationship. I opted for an inexpensive plastic one with a lock. I found some useful information online but had to dig for each scrap of advice. I’d like to save you the trouble and provide all the information in one place.

I’ve only worn the plastic cock cage so I can’t compare the various styles. Some of this information, therefore, only applies to the plastic version. Most of it, I hope, will apply to all cock cages.

Getting Started

If you are lucky enough to be required to wear a cock cage, I suggest you invest in a bottle of baby oil gel. This magic potion can be applied to a cock and balls to help get the cage on and to prevent chaffing. It is available at grocery stores and drug stores. I liberally apply it when I first put on the cage and then in the morning after I shower and immediately before going to bed.

When I first started wearing it, I had problems with my balls being randomly squished. Yikes. I traced it back to my underwear and pants. Both were too snug. They would shift my cage – and its contents – into a position that would guarantee that my balls would be squished when I sat down or bent over. Now, I either wear baggy underwear (I’m a briefs guy) or pull them down two or three inches lower than usual. I also wear baggy pants.

I feel that I have changed the way I move a bit to accommodate the cock cage. Sitting and bending over can be tricky. Spend some time at home getting used to it before venturing out in public. I pee sitting down. I can’t imagine doing it any other way. I also find myself moving the cage forward so my balls don’t get trapped between my thighs.

Physical Benefits

The obvious physical benefit to wearing a cage is that I can’t get an erection while wearing it. My Mistress is effectively preventing me from getting hard and she doesn’t even have to be present. My cock is pointed downwards and the cage is too short for a full erection. My penis quickly learned that an erection is uncomfortable and sometimes painful, so they don’t happen as often. However, if you’ve seen pictures of my Mistress you’ll understand that there are still times when it wants to get hard. Along those same lines, I can’t touch my cock. I can’t play with it. I can move it but I don’t feel my touch on it. It is a strange situation to be able to see it and reach it, but not be able to touch it.

The lock tends to make noise when I’m walking naked. It’s similar to wearing a bell. I can be tracked by the sound it makes. I remember a time when I was bent over and my Mistress was canning me. She stopped and asked – incredulously – if that noise was my cock cage. Each time she hit me with the cane, the lock would knock against the plastic cage. It sounded like a porch screen door slamming on a hot summer day. I suspect I got extra whacks with the cane just so she could listen to the lock. Her amusement gives me great joy.

Emotional Benefits

As with much of the submissive experience, it is the emotional aspect that is most significant. First, I need to talk about my relationship with my cock, just to set the baseline. I’m not especially fond of it. I’m not against it. It serves its purpose. But I don’t relate to it. It’s some dangly bit needed for reproduction. I consider it average. I have a hunch that women consider it small. Although maybe a small cock is average. I digress. My point is that I am not my cock and my cock is not me.

With that said, wearing a cock cage had a very strong emotional effect on me. It brought up feelings of inadequacy, selfishness, submissiveness / slavery, and an arrogant belief that I have the right to an erection and orgasms. I had many sleepless nights where I waged psychological battles against the large chunk of plastic clamped to my cock. It’s a very intense therapy session. At times, it felt like it weighed hundreds of pounds. Other times I felt like I was under house arrest and made to wear this unusual “ankle bracelet” for a life-time of crimes committed while being male. A few times, I wanted to literally rip off my cock and balls so I wouldn’t have to wear the cage anymore. (Since I wasn’t allowed to remove the cage without my Mistress’ permission, castrating myself with it still attached seemed like a rational loophole.)

As always, if I am experiencing unpleasant or uncomfortable thoughts, it means that I am not behaving correctly or that my beliefs are not correct. I’m a better sub because I survived those internal battles. For the most part, they are greatly reduced or gone. But the cage does still affect me. I imagine it always will. I’m wearing it right now. I’d like to take it off and masturbate but that isn’t what my Mistress wants so it won’t happen. It makes me very happy to know that she has that control over me. That she can control not only my orgasms but also my erections.

In general, wearing the cage directs my attention away from myself and towards my Mistress and other women. In the cage, my cock is ineffective so I’m focused on pleasing others. I also want to be especially obedient and useful to improve my chances that my Mistress will allow me to take it off and cum. It is similar to wearing a collar. It has the same “I belong to a Mistress” feel to it. Yet it is more intimate. I feel taken care of. I’m not some stray wandering the streets. I belong to someone who cares enough about me to make me wear a cock cage. To control me. To alter my behavior. To assert her ownership. My Mistress enjoys having me wear it. She is my top priority. I also know that it is beneficial to me. I want to be a valued, well-behaved submissive, therefore, I have to wear a cock cage.

It feels natural now. At times, I’m not aware that I’m wearing it. I am reminded, though, when I go to the bathroom or take a shower or change clothes or walk naked or sit wrong and feel a pinch. So, you know, often.

A few times I’ve asked for permission to wear it. When I’m feeling horny and my Mistress won’t let me cum, I know that I need to put it on so I don’t play with myself. I’ll also ask to wear it if I feel my level of obedience slipping. It’s there for my own protection.

Going Solo

I’m fortunate enough to have a Mistress to tell me when to put on the cock cage and when to take it off. However, wearing a cage is something that any submissive can do by himself. I’d recommend it. It’s a very quick and easy way to experience submission. It is a uniform, of sorts. A chef wears a toque. A surgeon wears scrubs. A submissive male wears a cock cage. And, as I mentioned, it does take a little getting used to; a little practice. It’s a useful ability to have for when a mistress does take control.

Submission in a Cage

 

For me, the image of myself wearing a cock cage captures submissiveness in its entirety. I’ll drop my pants and look at it in the mirror. Even more than wearing a collar or welts on my skin, a cock cage is a symbol of my submission to my Mistress. It is a physical representation of the control she has over me, the insignificance of my cock and its happiness, the restrictions I’m subjected to, and the acceptance that I’m a willing submissive – heart and body – to my Mistress.

–puppy