Accidental Tie Up

By the time I was ready to go to bed last night, the cage had started to feel genuinely uncomfortable. There were a couple of spots that were very sore, and parts of the base of my penis felt bruised to the touch. I’m assuming this was caused by my cock trying to get hard and pressing against the base ring. The discomfort was concerning enough that I reached out to Mistress Ashley and explained what I was experiencing.

She asked whether I’d had similar issues with this cage before and whether I had an alternative base ring. She also suggested that applying lotion might help soothe the irritated areas. This cage had been very comfortable for short-term wear, which is why I chose it for the competition, but I realized I hadn’t properly tested it for extended use. I mentioned that I owned another cage, and she asked if I would be comfortable switching.

I explained that I’d ordered this cage from a company that specializes in metal chastity devices and also produces 3D-printed test cages to help dial in sizing. I told her I’d try the other cage and report back.

Putting on the second cage was easy—I’m a fucking pro at this by now. I know exactly where to pull and push to keep the skin from getting pinched. It took me about four minutes to get into the new cage, and the difference was immediate. It was noticeably lighter and far more comfortable. I honestly didn’t expect that, especially since this was just a test cage and the previous one was a KINK3D. Somehow, this one fit me much better. It's just not the prettiest cage you've seen.

I let Mistress Ashley know that I felt significantly more comfortable in the new cage and that the ring sat slightly farther forward, avoiding the sore spots entirely. She told me I was welcome to use it, provided I submitted a verification photo to the group.

“Yes, Mistress,” was all I needed to say—and it felt strange. It had been a long time since I’d called someone “Mistress.” Using just “Yes, Mistress” felt far more personal than saying “Yes, Mistress Ashley.”

My cock settled perfectly into its new home. Everything about this test cage had been measured and refined multiple times, and it showed. I felt more secure, more contained, and pulling out felt nearly impossible. As the thought of being imprisoned by a loving, cruel Mistress took hold, I felt my balls begin to ache. My sack felt fuller—almost heavier—and I noticed I had less control over my erection.

Usually, I can distract myself, but this time the erection wouldn’t fade. I was unbearably horny and felt more sexually helpless than before as a few drops of pre-cum escaped. I wanted to clean it up, but gently rubbing those drops in small circular motions with my fingertips against the sensitive skin bulging from the cage felt incredible. A shiver ran through my entire body as all my energy seemed to rush straight to my groin. Once again, I was completely at the mercy of what my body was doing. The arousal intensified, the discomfort lingered, and time stretched into what felt like a brief eternity.

Eventually, I managed to relax and fall asleep. I don’t remember waking from any cage-related discomfort, which felt like a good sign, though I only slept a few hours before waking fully alert. My sleep has been off for four days now, and my theory is that the competition has something to do with it 😝

Going to work today was less challenging. I still had to occasionally reposition the cage—especially around coworkers, who are about 90% female—but it was far more manageable. I could actually see myself wearing a cage to work every day in the future, as part of a lifestyle.

The dull ache in my balls has grown more persistent, sometimes stronger than others. I’m noticing that my brain has started associating nearly everything related to the competition with Mistress Ashley. When I’m horny or aching, she enters my thoughts involuntarily. It’s an intense turn-on and makes me realize how much I miss being in a D/s relationship. I’m genuinely enjoying this competition and having my orgasms controlled—it feels like something I actually need in my life.

This entire experience has also been a huge boost to my confidence, which I think comes from showing up consistently and practicing discipline every day. It’s all about small victories.

On the evening of day four, Mistress Ashley opened bidding for the upcoming edging session. Since I had no real choice, I bid 115 strokes—though I briefly considered bidding 120 to break a tie and free up the other two contestants. I even entertained the idea of getting them to bribe me. Just idle thoughts, really. I knew none of them would sacrifice points for another contestant.

Still, I’m genuinely worried about the edging session. I’m already so aroused that I’m not sure how much more I can take—but it seems being cycled through is inevitable!

To be continued...

30 Days Lock Up (Day Five)

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(Training days 1-5)

(Training days 6-9)

30 Days Lock Up (Day One)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Two)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Three)

Day three started early. I was so exhausted the night before that I passed out around 6:30 p.m. and woke up at 2:30 a.m. I slept hard—so hard that, surprisingly, I didn’t wake up even once. That alone felt like a small victory: no painful middle-of-the-night awakening. My cock must have been exhausted too 🙂

I used to love being awake at night after everyone else had gone to sleep. There’s something magical and calming about it—the silence, the privacy, that extra layer of secrecy. Especially as a kinky teen who was always terrified of getting caught. I could lock my door, sure, but when you’re self-bound in a hogtie with a gag in your mouth, a knock on the door is nothing short of full-blown panic 😂

As an adult, though, I rarely stay up super late anymore. A good night’s sleep is just too important. I can always feel the difference the next day: grumpy, impatient, and making more mistakes than usual. I hoped I could fall back asleep, but despite multiple internal lectures and pep talks, there was absolutely no chance. I was wide awake.

Talk about temptation.
The night was mine!

All I wanted to do was watch or read femdom porn, play with my cage, stroke myself until I was dripping with frustration—moaning, grunting, whimpering—only to have every attempted erection tightly squeezed and denied by the cage. I was heading down a dangerous path.

What helped—and somehow turned me on even more—was knowing that there was now a dominant woman on the other side of this equation. Someone I had submitted to under the competition’s rules and terms. That thought grounded me. It made me determined to honor the commitment I’d made. I read only a paragraph of naughtily arranged words before stopping myself and deliberately changing course.

Distraction time.

I lit some candles, put on a TV show, and started cleaning. Navigating house chores while caged—and trying to avoid movements or angles that caused pinching and pressure—proved to be quite the learning curve. Before I knew it, 5:00 a.m. rolled around, and it was time to get ready for work.

I hadn’t gone to work caged in ages, so I took one of the keys with me just in case of an emergency. I sent my cage verification photo to the group, applied a generous amount of lotion to minimize friction, and headed out.

Work was… challenging. The cage kept pinching, and trying to adjust it through my pants only made things worse. After a couple of bathroom trips, I realized that if I kept running off to fix it, I’d never finish my shift. So I spent the day scanning for opportunities to discreetly reach into my underwear and fix the damn thing. When I finally managed to do it right—pure heaven 😂

There were a few uncomfortable moments, but overall, I made it through without crying.

On my way home, my phone started blowing up with notifications from the group. The frequency was more aggressive than usual, so I figured something was up. When I finally checked, I saw that Mistress Ashley had posted the points from the last edging session.

And then I saw the results.

Round 1 Results:

Pneuma — 100
T — 100
S — 100
P — 70
T — 70
B — 60
D — 60
C — 50
P — 50
J — 45
J — 35
L — 30
M— 30
J — 25

…Are you FUCKING kidding me?!

A three-way tie.
With my name on top.

I absolutely did not want to be on top, because now all three of us have to increase our stroke count by at least 15 from our previous pledge each time. Which means—unless and until we go bankrupt—we’ll be doing over 250 strokes by the end of the month.

Yup. Totally fucked.
sobs

To be continued…

30 Days Lock Up (Day Four)

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(Training days 1-5)

(Training days 6-9)

30 Days Lock Up (Day One)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Two)

When I was about to step into the shower before heading out to last night’s comedy show, I had this strange sensation—like I still had my underwear on. It turned out to be nothing more than my body adjusting to the presence of the contraption.

The show itself was fantastic. David Koechner absolutely killed it. Naturally, my friends managed to get us seats right next to the stage. They had even planned to order a birthday shot for me to put me on the spot, but apparently Dave had canceled that policy for his show. Still, during the set he high-fived me after noticing my shaved head, which was hilarious. It was a whole thing—you really had to be there.

Contrary to how I thought I’d react, I spent most of the night completely in the moment, just having fun. I barely noticed the cage at all, which was a relief. I had dressed carefully to allow a little extra room, and it paid off.

After the show, we took refuge in the nearest Applebee’s for some food. Our waitress immediately caught my eye—a young woman with a very striking figure, an incredibly form-fitting uniform, a splash of attitude, and piercing eyes. She definitely stirred something in me.

By the time I got home, it was after midnight. I should have been at least a little tired, but I was buzzing with pent-up energy and didn’t fall asleep until around 4 a.m. I woke up at 7:30 to check the group messages. Mistress Ashley had closed the blind bidding for the edging session, which meant it was finally time to record myself stroking my pledge—though not before sending one of the day’s cage check-in photos.

I decided to play some erotic tantric music in the background because I was more nervous than I expected. Sending a video of myself stroking in a group full of men is so not me. Honestly, I’ve never seen so many guys stroke and actually count their strokes with them!—it was surreal and kind of funny. I truly thought it would bother me much more than it did, for reasons I won’t get into here, but surprisingly, it didn’t.

I’m really there to test myself and have fun along the way. I want to see how well I can follow directions and control myself for future reference. I also wanted to put myself out there, be open to new experiences, and just be more open in general.

It took a few tries—and much longer than I anticipated—to relax and allow the arousal to build, but I eventually submitted my pledge successfully without finishing. So far, I’ve only seen one other person reach 100 strokes, and I’m hoping I don’t end up in first place. Otherwise, I’d have no choice but to increase my pledge by 15 strokes each time from my previous count. Evil.

After sending the video, I took advantage of the one-hour window to touch up my shaving, shower, and check for any scars, bruises, or signs of damage. The area that had been tender had scabbed over nicely, and everything looked good. There were a few red lines near the base ring that I’m keeping an eye on, but nothing seems serious so far. My balls ached briefly in the shower—not like full-blown blue balls—but I can definitely feel it building.

For the rest of the day, I went about my business with little trouble from the cage. I hope it continues this way, because tomorrow will be my first day at work wearing it. Being able to navigate a full workday with it on feels like the next major challenge.

To be continued...

Notes:
Noticed a slight increase in energy.

30 Days Lock Up (Day Three)

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(Training days 1-5)

(Training days 6-9)

30 Days Lock Up (Day One)

On the first morning of the competition, I woke up with an immediate, simultaneous, daunting realization: I was caged! for real this time! 

Surprisingly, it didn’t feel nearly as sore as I had expected after another night of sleep. Applying lotion every few hours seems to have made a huge difference.

I woke up a few times during the night to use the bathroom, which relieved a decent amount of pressure and helped the attempted erections subside. Thankfully, my long-standing habit of peeing while sitting has made this adjustment pretty manageable. I just need to reposition the cage from time to time to make sure everything lines up properly.

Each time, I drifted back to sleep smiling, settled into my usual dead-man pose with a pillow under my knee—one of the most comfortable positions for me when I’m caged.

As soon as I woke up for the day, I checked the groups and saw that Mistress Ashley had already given instructions. We were to submit a verification chastity check-in photo, along with a private message containing our bids for how many strokes we’d pledge to the upcoming edging session.

There are two separate groups for the event: one for photos and videos, and another for comments, questions, and general chat. Everyone seems pleasant so far, and the overall sense of commitment makes the experience feel even more exciting.

After fumbling with the lighting in my half-asleep state and sending off my photo, I decided to pledge 100 strokes. I’ve never actually had to estimate how many strokes it takes to make me cum, so it was a bit of a wild guess. One of the rules states that edging will be done at around 60 strokes per minute unless specified otherwise, so I practiced with a clock before the competition began. Based on that, 100 strokes felt like a safe bet—at least for now. We’ll see how that plays out.

Since being locked up yesterday, I’ve been doing my best to stay “pure,” though I’m quickly realizing how challenging it is to avoid arousing content. Sometimes it’s not even about being turned on—just boredom. Despite how intensely arousing this entire experience is, I’m trying to limit erections inside the cage to avoid any potential damage. That said, the moment the lock clicked, my brain immediately became extra perverted, so this restraint is proving to be a challenge in more ways than one. I kind of feel like a slut 😄 

I’m heading to a stand-up comedy show this evening. From experience, I know there will be plenty of good-looking women there, dressed in all sorts of outfits.

See what I mean about my perverted brain? It’s already firing up again…

Anyway—to be continued 🙂

30 Days Lock Up (Day Two)

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(Training days 1-5)

(Training days 6-9)

Day Six:

After a full day and two nights of rest, I felt a mix of excitement and hesitation about getting back into the cage. I’ve been applying aloe oil to soothe the area, but the spot at the base is still sore, and there are visible broken blood vessels near the tail where the ring sits. I definitely caused more damage than I initially realized, and it’s clear that my body isn’t healing as quickly as it once did.

Still, I wanted to cautiously test whether I could wear the cage again. After 1 hour, 21 minutes, and 7 seconds, it became obvious that I needed more time to heal. It’s frustrating, but pushing it now would only make things worse. This really sucks.

Day Seven:

Yet another day of rest. I feel disappointed, a bit ashamed, and honestly like an idiot. I can’t believe I did this knowing from the start that getting used to the cage would be difficult. It feels like I sabotaged myself. At this point, I estimate it will take at least a few more days to fully heal, which likely means I won’t get another real chance to practice. I’m not feeling very confident that I can complete this competition exactly as intended—but I’ve decided that even if I can’t physically wear the cage, I’ll wear one mentally and continue the event that way.

Day Eight:

Continuing the healing process.

Day Nine(1/9/26):

I can barely feel any soreness now. I’m almost 100% ready to start wearing the cage again.

Mistress Ash, who is hosting the event, has set up our group on Telegram and is getting everything organized. So far, there are 27 of us.

Here are the complete rules for the competition: 

RULES

CHASTITY:
⦿ Each of you will remain locked in a chastity cage for the duration of the competition.
⦿ The competition will last for 30 days.
⦿ While locked, each of you shall post time stamped photos to the verifications group of their locked cage to the verifications group twice per day and upon my demand.

BIDDING:
⦿ At least two days per week, I will announce an edging day in the pinned messages of the Verification chat.
⦿ Prior to each edging session, each of you will send me a private message directly to me with your pledge stating how many edging strokes you will complete. Your bids are not to be shared with the group. All bids will be blind to others in the group.
⦿ All bids are due before midnight on the day prior to the edging day.
⦿ Your bids will be in increments of five.
⦿ The minimum number of strokes that you will pledge is 25 strokes.

EDGING:
⦿ Each of you will post a time stamped video of your edging sessions in the Verifications chat group.
⦿ You will use lube while edging.
⦿ Edging will be done at around 60 strokes per minute, unless I specify otherwise.
⦿ One edging stroke is counted as one full up and down stroke.
⦿ Once you begin your edging session has begun, you will continue until you complete all of the strokes you have pledged.
⦿ Each successfully completed edging stroke = 1 point.
⦿ Scoring will be cumulative for the duration of the competition..
⦿ If any of you orgasms while edging, he bankrupts all of his accumulated points and starts the next session with zero points.
⦿ I will track all of the points of the contestants and share them after each edging session is completed.

ADDITIONAL RULES:
⦿ Contestants may have up to 60 minutes after completing an edging session to relock to shower and clean as needed

⦿ If you are in first place, your next bid must increase by at least 15 strokes from your previous bid.
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⦿ Sudden Death in the event of a tie for first place: The tied contestants will be locked for 24 hours and you will complete an edging session of my choice the following day.

⦿ Ties for last place will result in the punishment of all those tied for last place.

⦿ The punishment for last place will be a dozen clothespins placed on your cock.

My lockup started at 5:38 PM on January 9th. Time stamped verification photo has already been sent! I’m feeling excited and nervous at the same time. I applied lotion to reduce friction and plan to reapply it as needed to make the adjustment easier. My last orgasm was the morning of the 9th.

Oh boy… here we go. It is OFFICIAL!

(Training days 1-5)

As part of my efforts to ease back into the lifestyle, I’ve decided to participate in a Chastity/Edging Competition on FetLife starting January 10th. Someone suggested that I journal the experience in blog form, which struck me as a great idea—so here we are.

It’s been years since I’ve worn a cage for more than a couple of hours. Finding the right cage for long-term wear hasn’t been easy, especially as a grower. In my experience, metal cages tend to be more comfortable overall, but only if you find the right fit—and that can take time, trial, and patience.

I’m ultimately working toward my dream cage, but for now there are other priorities that come first. For this competition, I’ve decided to use my KINK3D Cobra cage. It’s familiar, reliable, and a good place to restart my journey back into chastity.

Terms of the quest:

⦿ Each contestant will remain locked for the duration of the edging competition.
⦿ The competition will last for 30 days.
⦿ Two days per week, each contestant will complete an edging session.
⦿ Prior to each edging session, each contestant will submit a blind bid with their pledge stating how many edging strokes they will complete.
⦿ Once the edging session has begun, the contestant must continue until they complete all of the strokes they have pledged or until they cum.
⦿ Each successfully completed edging stroke = 1 point.
⦿ Scoring will be cumulative for the duration of the scene.
⦿ If a contestant orgasms while edging, he bankrupts all of his accumulated points and starts the next session with zero points.
⦿ The contestant in last place at the end of the competition is subject to a punishment.

*Full rules will be posted in the online chat.


Note: I have been training for 5 days at the time of this writing

Training Days 1–5:

I decided that the best window of time for me to practice would be after work until bedtime. The time I get home depends on how busy work is, so some days I’m home fairly early. I usually go to sleep around 9 p.m., but no later than 10, which gives me roughly 8–9 hours to lock up.

Putting the cage on the first day wasn’t difficult at all—I’ve pretty much mastered the process by now. Balls through the ring first, then slide the penis under and make sure the ring sits right at the base. There are several tips out there to make putting on the cage (specifically the tube portion) easier. One common method is the “pantyhose or stocking trick,” where you place the stocking over the shaft, pass it through the pee hole of the cage, and slowly pull as you guide the tube on. This helps the penis sit perfectly inside the tube.

I’ve found that method helpful, but depending on the cage, the fabric can get stuck in the seams or even rip. Personally, I prefer using medical nitrile free gloves. I run the wrist of the glove under the base ring, pass the middle finger through the pee hole of the cage, and gently pull. You also need to poke small holes in the other fingers of the glove to let the air escape. While I enjoy how precise this technique is, I can now cage myself without the help of the “magic glove.”

During the first two days, I managed to stay locked for a combined total of 12 hours. There were no major issues—just getting used to doing everyday activities while caged. Things like peeing, getting in and out of the car, squatting, or sitting all require a bit of adjustment. Occasionally, I had to find moments when no one was around to discreetly adjust the cage, mostly shifting the ring to relieve tender spots. Moving it slightly gives those areas a bit of a break. I also noticed that after taking a shower (and trying my best to clean the area), the ring would stick to my oil free skin a lot me and cause more pulling. Nothing a bit of aloe oil couldn't solve.

Getting hard during the day wasn’t much of a problem. For the most part, I could almost forget I was wearing a cage. That is, except for the moments when being locked up turned me on so much that I started fantasizing—or worse, watching porn. A bad mistake. I knew it would be, but I couldn’t help myself. Straining in the cage is oh-so-delicious.

On the third night, I decided to try sleeping with the cage on. Needless to say, I barely got any sleep. Nocturnal erections are powerful, painful, and long. As my cock filled the tube and bulged against the open spaces, the ring—also acting as a cock ring—pulled on my balls. The pain was dull yet crippling, similar to getting kicked in the balls. That lingering, twisting ache in the pit of my stomach reminded me of the situation I was in, which somehow turned me on even more.

The ring made it harder to get soft while I lay there trying to calm myself down with an uncontrollable erection. I was grumpy, exhausted, and frustrated, but I wanted to power through. Eventually, the erection subsided, and with it came sweet relief. As my cock softened, the pain eased in direct correlation. I finally fell back asleep—only to wake up two more times during the night to the same experience. Around 4:00 a.m., I decided to take the cage off.

On day four, after coming home and locking myself up again, I headed out to run some errands. Every time I did something outside the house, I found myself thinking, “OMG, I’m doing this while caged!” and smiling to myself. I also noticed that I was paying far more attention to women than I had in previous days—their form-fitting jeans, sandals, shiny boots, long hair, and soft skin. Some stood out because of their confident, assertive walk; others simply because they were attractive, completely absorbed in their own world and unaware of my existence.

I found myself fantasizing about scenarios where they might somehow discover I was caged—whether by accidentally bumping into me, noticing it through my pants, or picking up on the way I walked. In my head, this would spark a conversation and lead to their interest in participating in my kink. Some fantasies involved blackmail or coercion, others kidnapping—the specifics varied, but the point is my mind was full of highly arousing thoughts. I may have even leaked a drop or two of precum, which I suppose is normal in this line of work.

Friday night (day four), I went to bed with the cage on again. This time, I only woke up twice—once at 1:15 a.m. and again at 4:00 a.m. After that, I decided to start my day. The cage was becoming uncomfortable, but I was determined to reach the 24-hour mark. I ended up setting a personal record: 27 hours, 48 minutes, and 49 seconds.

When I removed the cage, I noticed what looked like an abrasion on the head of my penis and a very sore, almost bump-like spot at the base of the shaft where the ring sits. I decided to leave the cage off for the fifth night to allow some healing and rest. I definitely should not have watched porn, and I need to get better control over my fantasies. The longer and harder my cock stays strained, the more damage it takes—and not in a good way. I really want to finish this competition, but I’m starting to worry that I may have started training too late. Safety has to come first.

Day Five
I’m leaving the cage off today as well. If everything heals properly, my next lock-up will likely be Monday after work.