Chapter 1 - succumbing to my kink
I've always had a adventurous imagination in all aspects but not so in real life. I'd toe the line, try a few things to build my way up but never get to the point where I was afraid I could be kink shamed, called out, embarrassed or said to be doing wrong. But finally, after sucking it up, holding my breath while giving sidelong glances at toys, tools, costumes and videos, I finally took a step into the fetish pool and bought myself my first chastity cage. Even the idea of thinking of it as my "first" cage implies I'll by another, possibly more strict device is another step down this rabbit hole, rather than calling it a chastity cage makes me feel like I'm admitting to a bigger part of my interests.
I’d just finished working my last 12 hour shift for week and got paid. My iPad loaded with dozens of browser pages open with sissy, worshipping and chastity related videos that I opened for later watching was waiting for me to get started after I woke. Looking at my bank account and the thought that would surface again and again every time I drive past the local sex toy shop made me think again, “why not? Just to see and try it out.”
I got in my car and drove the couple blocks to the store at the intersection and walked in, making a beeline for the bondage section. It wasn’t my first time at this store but it was going to be my first time buying something. The lady stocking the shelves nodded towards me, smiling as she said “Let me know if you have any questions or need any help.”
I smile and nod back in acknowledgement at hearing her.
My eyes go over the shelves until they quickly land on them. There they were. Black boxes, red detailing, and pictures of the different styles of chastity cages they held inside. I’m nervous as I pick one off the shelf then another, trying to look like I’m looking for a particular detail or even know what I’m looking at instead of just looking for the price, hoping that it’s high enough that it will dissuade me from buying one while at the same time thinking that I will be buying one anyway.
Settling on the clear plastic model, I walk back to the cash register in the middle of the store. My heart was beating a hundred beats a second.
“Find everything alright ?”
”Yes, thanks.”
The lady looks down, scanning the barcode on the back of the box, a smile touching her lips. This time, I knew, with humor at the fact that I was buying a cage for myself. Her finger nails click across her screen before looking me straight in the eyes.
“That everything, hun?” Her tone teasing.
I quickly put the mini silicon dildo back into the jar on display behind the cash register.
“No, yes, thanks.” I rush through as I tap my card against the card reader. It beeps.
“I’ll just put this in a bag for you. And here’s a little lube sample for you to try. It’ll help sliding the tube on the first time and if you need more….. well, you can come back and let me know if you have any questions, hun.” She slides the box into a black bag and slides it over to me.
I take the handles of the bag, smile awkwardly, nervous and excited. I wanted to get home as fast as I could to try out my new toy and start playing with it. See how it felt to be caged and kept on the edge of cumming but being unable to. I mumble a quick thank you and quick step back to my car and get home as quick.
I throw the shiny bag containing my thrilling prize onto the coffee table, hurrying to unbuckle my pants and slide out of my boxers. My dick grows hard before my belt buckle hits the floor. My hands were shaking as I slice through the stickers sealing the lid of the box, opening the black velvety cardboard to reveal the contents inside. Nestled inside on a bed of foam cut outs were each piece of my new chastity cage. Four rings of various sizes sat next to the clear tube, a pair of locking rings, a pack containing different lengths of pipe and locking pins, and finally a little plastic packet containing three plastic, numbered, lock tags and a simple padlock with a key.
My breath quickened as I read the instructions. I try out each ring, open the lube bottle and squeeze a generous amount into the chastity device pipe. The excess leaks through the gaps along its length as I spread it around the inside with the fingers of my other hand, sliding in and out erotically. I take lube that I’d collected in the palm of the hand holding the device and stroke my dick, coating my shaft, foreskin, head and sack. As I do, enjoying the smooth sensation of having recently shaved all the hair off my dick, my mind shifts gears. I stopped thinking of my genitals as a dick and balls but started taking on the mentality of what I had seen in pornos. My sissy clitty. My low tits. A slut puppy. A gurl to be teased, humiliated and toyed with, used for worshipping, licking, sucking, shaking and leaking, kept on edge and built up further before dribbling, popping, orgasming. I shake my head slightly as I close the ring and slide the pins into place. My clitty was too pumped up. She was bigger than the entrance of the tube but the lube helped her slide in, pulling slightly on the sides of her head. Each window in the tube rubs and kneads my clit, sending a flutter through my heart until finally she slips to the end. The base now only separated by an inch gap from the tube of hard sissy clit. I twist and push the tube covering my clit until it reaches the pins. More twisting and handling of my sissy clit skin finally allows for all of the pins to pass through the corresponding holes and I pass one of the numbered locking tags though the lock pin. The snaps of each link as it passes through the ring, a musical note of excitement.
I stand up and rush over to my full length mirror, lifting my shirt up to admire my caged clit. She looks funny, pressing up against the sides of my new cage, the little windows filled with foreskin and clit trying to escape. It didn’t hurt but was a noticeable pressure. Was it too big or this style of cage? I could feel the sides of the ring press against the insides of my thighs. The weight even felt nice. I try pulling on it, seeing if I could escape if I tried. There’s a bit of pain as one ball manages to slip between the gap between the ring and tube. I take time to choose and change to a smaller ring before locking myself away again. I notice a faint strawberry and rose smell coming from the cage a figure it was the lube. It smelled nice.
I go about the house, doing little chores, aware of how each movement caused my clit to make an exaggerated swing or shake, causing the tag to click against the cage. My clit gradually shrinks and takes up less space in her new home.
An hour passes, my clit growing and shrinking as my thoughts flit between fantasies of sexual nature and the task at hand. I feel the confines of the cage massage a stroke as my little girl slides up and down the length of her new home. At times, my hand will fall upon the cage and give it a little shake of encouragement and I feel a note of excitement as my mind wonders once again to the ideas that blossom form. Dreams of a mistress shaking my cage, rattling my clit around like a bell spurn me onwards down this rabbit hole, her other hand holding me firm.
Another hour passes and all distractions disappear and I am left with nothing but a clean house and an iPad of teasing waiting to be opened. To tease, humiliate, build upon and inspire further fantasies as they play. To challenge my clits new cage and see if I can achieve an orgasm without touching my sissy joy stick.
I start with the basics. Vanilla. Big tits. Latina. Asian. MILF. Massage themes got me really excited imagining myself in their place while wearing my new cage. I gradually transition over to more fetishes such as squirting. Reverse bukakke. Mommy themed. Femdom. Until I get to the real kinks: sissy, chastity, forced orgasms, strapons. The whole time I’m going through all these videos, switching back and forth, skipping ahead a rewatching, I feel my clit expand a push against the sides of her cage. Parts of my foreskin and glands peaking through the windows rub agains the inside of my thighs being the only contact she can feel. I tug on the cat and gradually feel the pressure and sting of the base ring pull and crush my low tits. The feeling arousing and pain full, keeping me on the edge and pushing my slut puppy stick to push harder to grow and instill further pain. I flick the cage a few times, shivering from the sensations and find shaking the cage to be more stimulating. Clear fluid leaks from the slit of my clit, further lubricating my little sissy clits cage and allowing the head to slide back and forth slightly. The small amount of friction ambrosial but frustrating as it continues to tease and dangle release out of reach.
Another hour passes as I grind and palm my sissy cage, shaking my hips and clack my cage, the moans and groans driving my sissy and cuckolded mind onwards. I switch to more sissy milking videos, the smell of my clits precum mixing with the strawberry scent from the free lube sample mixing in my mind to form a poor girls poppers. I promise myself just five more minutes of teasing and I’ll let you out. Another five minutes pass and another. I think I’m so close. Im almost there. I don’t need to be let out. Im a good caged sissy. Im a good gurl. More leaking. More clicking as my hips swing. I mash and grind in the cage. Pinch the clit forcing itself through the bars and windows. Videos saying good gurl, good sissy, edge again.
I finally can’t hold back and relent. I release my sad sissy girl from her cage. I pull off the tube, it slides off easily from the now shiny, slick and sweetly scented gurl clit. The collar is left in place as it constricts around beneath my low tits, the milk throbbing inside. It doesn’t take long till she stands erect begging for attention. She twitches and I grab her. The sensation for touch and pleasure cause my eyes to roll back slightly inn happiness and groan. A few strokes and drool builds up in my mouth and I finally burst. I cum into my hand, pooling more than I’d leaked before. The consistency looser and more watery. Like creamy squirt. As I ride the high back down, I stare at my shrinking little girl dick, my mind switching gears back gradually. I wipe my hand off on a tissue I’d prepared before getting up. I reach for the tube, the collar still nuzzled under my now soft, little dick and empty balls. This was fun. Walking to the bathroom to clean myself up and rinse out the cage till next time. I should get more of that lube. The plastic lock tag slips off the table where I’d tossed it after ripping it clear of the locking pin. Two left. Then the lock.
I’d just finished working my last 12 hour shift for week and got paid. My iPad loaded with dozens of browser pages open with sissy, worshipping and chastity related videos that I opened for later watching was waiting for me to get started after I woke. Looking at my bank account and the thought that would surface again and again every time I drive past the local sex toy shop made me think again, “why not? Just to see and try it out.”
I got in my car and drove the couple blocks to the store at the intersection and walked in, making a beeline for the bondage section. It wasn’t my first time at this store but it was going to be my first time buying something. The lady stocking the shelves nodded towards me, smiling as she said “Let me know if you have any questions or need any help.”
I smile and nod back in acknowledgement at hearing her.
My eyes go over the shelves until they quickly land on them. There they were. Black boxes, red detailing, and pictures of the different styles of chastity cages they held inside. I’m nervous as I pick one off the shelf then another, trying to look like I’m looking for a particular detail or even know what I’m looking at instead of just looking for the price, hoping that it’s high enough that it will dissuade me from buying one while at the same time thinking that I will be buying one anyway.
Settling on the clear plastic model, I walk back to the cash register in the middle of the store. My heart was beating a hundred beats a second.
“Find everything alright ?”
”Yes, thanks.”
The lady looks down, scanning the barcode on the back of the box, a smile touching her lips. This time, I knew, with humor at the fact that I was buying a cage for myself. Her finger nails click across her screen before looking me straight in the eyes.
“That everything, hun?” Her tone teasing.
I quickly put the mini silicon dildo back into the jar on display behind the cash register.
“No, yes, thanks.” I rush through as I tap my card against the card reader. It beeps.
“I’ll just put this in a bag for you. And here’s a little lube sample for you to try. It’ll help sliding the tube on the first time and if you need more….. well, you can come back and let me know if you have any questions, hun.” She slides the box into a black bag and slides it over to me.
I take the handles of the bag, smile awkwardly, nervous and excited. I wanted to get home as fast as I could to try out my new toy and start playing with it. See how it felt to be caged and kept on the edge of cumming but being unable to. I mumble a quick thank you and quick step back to my car and get home as quick.
I throw the shiny bag containing my thrilling prize onto the coffee table, hurrying to unbuckle my pants and slide out of my boxers. My dick grows hard before my belt buckle hits the floor. My hands were shaking as I slice through the stickers sealing the lid of the box, opening the black velvety cardboard to reveal the contents inside. Nestled inside on a bed of foam cut outs were each piece of my new chastity cage. Four rings of various sizes sat next to the clear tube, a pair of locking rings, a pack containing different lengths of pipe and locking pins, and finally a little plastic packet containing three plastic, numbered, lock tags and a simple padlock with a key.
My breath quickened as I read the instructions. I try out each ring, open the lube bottle and squeeze a generous amount into the chastity device pipe. The excess leaks through the gaps along its length as I spread it around the inside with the fingers of my other hand, sliding in and out erotically. I take lube that I’d collected in the palm of the hand holding the device and stroke my dick, coating my shaft, foreskin, head and sack. As I do, enjoying the smooth sensation of having recently shaved all the hair off my dick, my mind shifts gears. I stopped thinking of my genitals as a dick and balls but started taking on the mentality of what I had seen in pornos. My sissy clitty. My low tits. A slut puppy. A gurl to be teased, humiliated and toyed with, used for worshipping, licking, sucking, shaking and leaking, kept on edge and built up further before dribbling, popping, orgasming. I shake my head slightly as I close the ring and slide the pins into place. My clitty was too pumped up. She was bigger than the entrance of the tube but the lube helped her slide in, pulling slightly on the sides of her head. Each window in the tube rubs and kneads my clit, sending a flutter through my heart until finally she slips to the end. The base now only separated by an inch gap from the tube of hard sissy clit. I twist and push the tube covering my clit until it reaches the pins. More twisting and handling of my sissy clit skin finally allows for all of the pins to pass through the corresponding holes and I pass one of the numbered locking tags though the lock pin. The snaps of each link as it passes through the ring, a musical note of excitement.
I stand up and rush over to my full length mirror, lifting my shirt up to admire my caged clit. She looks funny, pressing up against the sides of my new cage, the little windows filled with foreskin and clit trying to escape. It didn’t hurt but was a noticeable pressure. Was it too big or this style of cage? I could feel the sides of the ring press against the insides of my thighs. The weight even felt nice. I try pulling on it, seeing if I could escape if I tried. There’s a bit of pain as one ball manages to slip between the gap between the ring and tube. I take time to choose and change to a smaller ring before locking myself away again. I notice a faint strawberry and rose smell coming from the cage a figure it was the lube. It smelled nice.
I go about the house, doing little chores, aware of how each movement caused my clit to make an exaggerated swing or shake, causing the tag to click against the cage. My clit gradually shrinks and takes up less space in her new home.
An hour passes, my clit growing and shrinking as my thoughts flit between fantasies of sexual nature and the task at hand. I feel the confines of the cage massage a stroke as my little girl slides up and down the length of her new home. At times, my hand will fall upon the cage and give it a little shake of encouragement and I feel a note of excitement as my mind wonders once again to the ideas that blossom form. Dreams of a mistress shaking my cage, rattling my clit around like a bell spurn me onwards down this rabbit hole, her other hand holding me firm.
Another hour passes and all distractions disappear and I am left with nothing but a clean house and an iPad of teasing waiting to be opened. To tease, humiliate, build upon and inspire further fantasies as they play. To challenge my clits new cage and see if I can achieve an orgasm without touching my sissy joy stick.
I start with the basics. Vanilla. Big tits. Latina. Asian. MILF. Massage themes got me really excited imagining myself in their place while wearing my new cage. I gradually transition over to more fetishes such as squirting. Reverse bukakke. Mommy themed. Femdom. Until I get to the real kinks: sissy, chastity, forced orgasms, strapons. The whole time I’m going through all these videos, switching back and forth, skipping ahead a rewatching, I feel my clit expand a push against the sides of her cage. Parts of my foreskin and glands peaking through the windows rub agains the inside of my thighs being the only contact she can feel. I tug on the cat and gradually feel the pressure and sting of the base ring pull and crush my low tits. The feeling arousing and pain full, keeping me on the edge and pushing my slut puppy stick to push harder to grow and instill further pain. I flick the cage a few times, shivering from the sensations and find shaking the cage to be more stimulating. Clear fluid leaks from the slit of my clit, further lubricating my little sissy clits cage and allowing the head to slide back and forth slightly. The small amount of friction ambrosial but frustrating as it continues to tease and dangle release out of reach.
Another hour passes as I grind and palm my sissy cage, shaking my hips and clack my cage, the moans and groans driving my sissy and cuckolded mind onwards. I switch to more sissy milking videos, the smell of my clits precum mixing with the strawberry scent from the free lube sample mixing in my mind to form a poor girls poppers. I promise myself just five more minutes of teasing and I’ll let you out. Another five minutes pass and another. I think I’m so close. Im almost there. I don’t need to be let out. Im a good caged sissy. Im a good gurl. More leaking. More clicking as my hips swing. I mash and grind in the cage. Pinch the clit forcing itself through the bars and windows. Videos saying good gurl, good sissy, edge again.
I finally can’t hold back and relent. I release my sad sissy girl from her cage. I pull off the tube, it slides off easily from the now shiny, slick and sweetly scented gurl clit. The collar is left in place as it constricts around beneath my low tits, the milk throbbing inside. It doesn’t take long till she stands erect begging for attention. She twitches and I grab her. The sensation for touch and pleasure cause my eyes to roll back slightly inn happiness and groan. A few strokes and drool builds up in my mouth and I finally burst. I cum into my hand, pooling more than I’d leaked before. The consistency looser and more watery. Like creamy squirt. As I ride the high back down, I stare at my shrinking little girl dick, my mind switching gears back gradually. I wipe my hand off on a tissue I’d prepared before getting up. I reach for the tube, the collar still nuzzled under my now soft, little dick and empty balls. This was fun. Walking to the bathroom to clean myself up and rinse out the cage till next time. I should get more of that lube. The plastic lock tag slips off the table where I’d tossed it after ripping it clear of the locking pin. Two left. Then the lock.
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