I spent the night in the penile prison.
My junk was in jail.
I was in the sausage slammer.
I was locked in the cock cage.
I did the time, but I did not do the crime.
I was minding my own business last night, it was almost 10 pm Eastern. Already an hour past my bedtime.
I was taking one last look at the chaturbate performers that I follow, and noticed that my driver, S, was doing a show. It would have been rude of me to not stop by.
After some pleasantries, she ordered me into my cage. If that is what she wanted, I was happy to oblige. I pulled out my supplies and took a few minutes to clean and disinfect the urethral tube. Nobody wants a staph infection; right?
I set up the camera and computer, and started broadcasting so she could see me straining in my cage as I watched her show. It did not help that she had me control her lush and watch her orgasm, but I really enjoyed that.
After about an hour of this torture, she let me go to sleep, but the cage had to stay on. I was expected to send a photo first thing in the morning before I took it off. I know what you are thinking, why not take it off? There are a couple of reasons.
First, if I want to play the game, I need to follow the rules and accept her demands.
Second, if I start to try and figure out how to game the system, it will likely become too complicated.
Third, she could have started texting me in the middle of the night to check, and made me send a photo on the spot.
Of course, I do expect that occasionally she will make use of the lock box to keep me locked in, and I welcome that. It certainly adds a bit of adrenaline to the situation. I best always make certain that a photo of the combination is available in my bio.
The night went well. Of course, I sleep better without it, but that is a small price to pay for a night of kinky pleasure.
As my cock relaxed, it would retract from the urethral tube a bit, which would cause me to engorge again, and push my cock back up into the cage and pushing the tube back down my penis. The result of this repeated action is that it feels like my urethra is being slowly fucked all night.
I got up at 5:15 as usual, took my photo and sent it off. When I removed the cage, a copious amount of precum oozed out.
An overnight stay in jail is fine, but having to spend the day in the cage can be very hard on my testicles. They get squeezed too much; especially if I have to be sitting upright or driving somewhere. After 24 hours, I am usually left with painful balls for a week.
I would not mind being locked in with the combination lockbox prior to an estim session. It would keep me thinking of the upcoming session and remind me to be compliant and polite.
My junk was in jail.
I was in the sausage slammer.
I was locked in the cock cage.
I did the time, but I did not do the crime.
I was minding my own business last night, it was almost 10 pm Eastern. Already an hour past my bedtime.
I was taking one last look at the chaturbate performers that I follow, and noticed that my driver, S, was doing a show. It would have been rude of me to not stop by.
After some pleasantries, she ordered me into my cage. If that is what she wanted, I was happy to oblige. I pulled out my supplies and took a few minutes to clean and disinfect the urethral tube. Nobody wants a staph infection; right?
I set up the camera and computer, and started broadcasting so she could see me straining in my cage as I watched her show. It did not help that she had me control her lush and watch her orgasm, but I really enjoyed that.
After about an hour of this torture, she let me go to sleep, but the cage had to stay on. I was expected to send a photo first thing in the morning before I took it off. I know what you are thinking, why not take it off? There are a couple of reasons.
First, if I want to play the game, I need to follow the rules and accept her demands.
Second, if I start to try and figure out how to game the system, it will likely become too complicated.
Third, she could have started texting me in the middle of the night to check, and made me send a photo on the spot.
Of course, I do expect that occasionally she will make use of the lock box to keep me locked in, and I welcome that. It certainly adds a bit of adrenaline to the situation. I best always make certain that a photo of the combination is available in my bio.
The night went well. Of course, I sleep better without it, but that is a small price to pay for a night of kinky pleasure.
As my cock relaxed, it would retract from the urethral tube a bit, which would cause me to engorge again, and push my cock back up into the cage and pushing the tube back down my penis. The result of this repeated action is that it feels like my urethra is being slowly fucked all night.
I got up at 5:15 as usual, took my photo and sent it off. When I removed the cage, a copious amount of precum oozed out.
An overnight stay in jail is fine, but having to spend the day in the cage can be very hard on my testicles. They get squeezed too much; especially if I have to be sitting upright or driving somewhere. After 24 hours, I am usually left with painful balls for a week.
I would not mind being locked in with the combination lockbox prior to an estim session. It would keep me thinking of the upcoming session and remind me to be compliant and polite.
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