I hadn’t always kept my slave in chastity. In the beginning, it was something we did occasionally. When we went to see a sexy show. Or as foreplay of sorts before having sex.
Things changed when I developed sleep problems. I ordered slave to sleep in the living room so that I am less distracted by his snoring and movements during the night.
What I didn’t realize at first: while sleeping on the couch, he developed a bad masturbation habit. Before falling asleep, he’d watch porn and jerk off. Generally, his behavior was sub-par, which is why I took some measures.
When I found used tissues under the sofa, I decided that a “circuit breaker” was necessary.
We discussed how important it is to keep our sexuality shared. That as my slave, he cannot just go and pleasure himself without pleasuring his Mistress first.
The ceremony
Locking up someone’s cock permanently is a far-reaching change in his life.
I decided to give the event some importance by almost creating a full ceremony.
It was Friday, 9 am. I put on the shortest leather skirt I had – no underwear obviously –, a crop top, over knee boots and fingerless leather gloves.
We went to a fancy department store in town. I picked a beautiful, simple, but sturdy necklace. Its purpose: to keep the key.
Afterwards, we went for a nice brunch. I let him caress my legs under the table, knowing that soon enough doing so would cause him strong discomfort in his crotch – while touching me, but later also when just thinking of me.
Once we got home, I ordered him to strip and lie on the bed, legs spread.
He was prepared and had trimmed his pubic hair, so that none of it gets stuck in the cage’s joint and locking mechanism.
The night before he had carefully cleaned and polished the cockcage.
I slowly put the steel ring around the base of his shaft and ball sack. Then I put the steel cage over his dick and attached it to the ring with a padlock.
I let him put the key on the necklace. Then I put the lace around my neck. The key was nicely dangling between my breasts.
He seemed almost a little bit tense, not knowing what all this would really mean. No more touching himself, no more erections, no ejaculations – unless authorized by me. No more porn, no more seeking arousal.
With my index finger nails I scratched his nipples. An instant turn on for him. Again, it aroused him, but this time I could see the suffering in his face as his cock started swelling and pushing against the metal bars of the cage.
“It comes off when I say so. Maybe next year. Maybe in ten years. Maybe never. Better accept your fate right now.”
The parade
After the locking up, I took him on a little chastity parade.
First, he got a haircut at a salon filled with beautiful young women. Then we went to eat at Hooters. We finished the day by dancing a little bit at a club known for it’s sexy female crowd.
The effects
All this took place roughly a year ago. Since then, I released him a couple of times for sex and hygiene. He has slowly become accustomed to it.
The first few nights were rough for him because he couldn’t sleep due to his nightly erections. But he got used to it after three or four nights.
I noticed some behavioral changes.
He is now way more focused on my needs. He understands that only if I’m happy is there a chance for him to be happy.
Without porn and masturbation, I generally saw quite an improved in his professional performance.