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...