I am constantly reminded of the metal that encases my man clit, its pinching and rubbing against my skin, making me sore in places I had never previously experienced..........but now the cage is simply part of me and I embrace it as I do Her.

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There is a steel lock that fixes itself through my uretha and ensures the metal cage is now a permanent part of my anatomy. The cage not only restricts and influences my erections, but it also acts as a constant reminder of my service to Her. With the keys to the lock and cage hanging from a chain around Her neck, I often gaze at them wondering when I might see them once again enter the lock to release me.  The cage also acts as a weight, pulling my cock downward and constantly reminding me that it is there. Being restricted 24 hours a day, week in and week out, has been a challenge, but thankfully I am used regularly in demanding sessions of fisting and cbt, learning to take the pain and discomfort for Her as I am stretched out and my cock and balls modified by Her. It is during these sessions that I am released to learn to cum from the harsh acts that are now my only form of pleasure.

 

Mistress made the decision last year to ensure that my only cums are only experienced whilst being fisted. This is who I now am and how I am now to be used. She allows me to be released for a few minutes when She fists me and just because I am released during the course of being fisted does not mean I always get to cum. In fact it is probably fair to say that I cum only 50% of the time, the rest I am forced to edge and then I am forced back into the cage again. 

 

I am used for extreme acts, either privately, in public or on film, and I am to associate my pleasure of orgasm from and only from such acts to reinforce my extreme use. 

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From our discussions months ago I shared all of my thoughts and aspirations as a slave with Mistress and She knows that I wanted to be caged. She knows that through chastity I want to feel owned whilst experiencing both the fear and excitement of long term control and influence. Mistress has shared with me that the power exchange of chastity is something that pleases Her so who am I to disappoint Her! Indeed I have no say in my release and I am discouraged from discussing it, therefore i live only in hope but also in long term denial. I see in Her eyes that my periods of release are likely to become more distant and unlikely rather than more regular, which simply drives me to worship and adore Her more. Soon my manhood will be forgotten and my sexual focus always on my anus, my penis a distant memory as my attention is aligned solely on Her, Her needs, wants and desires. I am but a thing for Her to use, to be tested, stretched and enjoyed, all at my own expense and restriction.