Accidental Tie Up

For today’s blog, I’m going to cover all three days together since I’ve fallen a bit behind on posting. Rather than breaking them up, I want to talk about what I’ve been experiencing over the past three days as a whole.

These past few days have been incredibly frustrating—and not just sexually. Getting used to wearing the cage has proven to be a much bigger challenge than I anticipated. My sleep schedule has been all over the place, and keeping up with being caged takes a significant amount of time each day. Between maintaining hygiene, managing uncomfortable (and sometimes painful) sensations, and trying to keep my irritability and emotions in check while my hormones feel completely out of sync, it has been overwhelming at times.

Despite all of that, I continue to face each challenge happily and enthusiastically. This experience is incredibly important to me. It’s something I’m deeply passionate about and genuinely take pleasure in participating in, even when it’s difficult.

One unexpected moment that I would definitely consider part of the chastity lifestyle happened at a dealership. I went to use the restroom while someone else took the stall on the right and I took the left. While I was sitting there, someone suddenly opened the door—only then did I realize the lock didn’t work. Thankfully, my cage was tucked into the toilet. I stood up to wipe and dry when, unbelievably, someone opened the door again. This time my cage was fully on display. I grabbed the door handle with everything I had, my pants around my ankles, and managed to close it before they could see anything—at least, that’s what I choose to believe. It’s hilarious now, but at the time I was absolutely in fight-or-flight mode.

After bidding closed, it was time to submit our edging videos. Wanting to send something high quality, I recorded mine with my Sony camera using an online metronome and a clothespin on my left ball, following the new rules. I got the lighting and angle just right, but completely overlooked one critical detail: the timestamp. I assumed I could add it later using online software, but I was wrong—especially since the file size was enormous.

I spent the entire night trying to convert the file into something playable on a phone or PC while also trying to solve the timestamp issue. I let Mistress Ashley know that I had the video and was working on adding the timestamp. She instructed me to send the video to her directly right away and to post it in the group once the issue was resolved.

When I realized there was nothing more I could do, I took a photo of the video playing on my camera that showed the date and time of the recording. I sent that to the group along with the actual video, explaining that I hoped it would be acceptable. Mistress Ashley accepted it but reminded me that next time the timestamp needs to be embedded in the video itself—which I completely agreed with. I also made it through another edging session without cumming.

Tuesday, however, was a day from hell at work. I was exhausted, grumpy, and extremely uncomfortable in the cage. I could tell my mood was off, but for some reason I just couldn’t turn it around. When I got home around 6 p.m., the discomfort had reached a breaking point. Everything was sore, and upon inspecting more closely, I noticed small open spots and about an inch of rash right where my penis meets my pelvis.

Reluctantly, I reached out to Mistress Ashley to explain the situation. I really didn’t want to leave the competition, and taking the cage off was against the rules, so messaging her wasn’t easy—but I knew I had to. Before doing so, I ordered a skin barrier film online, hoping it might help.

She told me she hoped the barrier film would work and asked what I proposed doing in the meantime. I suggested removing the cage overnight to rest and mentioned that I had found a couple of other cages while going through my secret stash duffle bag. She asked if I could hang on until the next day, explaining that she was okay with me changing cages and resting at night but had a surprise planned and hoped I could hold out. I told her I would do my best—I definitely didn’t want to miss the surprise.

I searched for ways to reduce friction and switched cages. One of the cages I found was a Holy Trainer with what I thought was a larger ring. It turned out the ring wasn’t actually that big, but wearing it felt like heaven. I’ve always chosen my “correct” ring size by measuring around the base while flaccid, but I now realize I probably should have started with a larger ring. The Holy Trainer’s design left my sore spots untouched, and the difference was immediate.

I posted a verification photo to the group and went to bed. That night, I slept incredibly well—even though I woke up a few times from erections. They weren’t painful, just uncomfortable due to the tube, not the ring. That distinction made a huge difference. I was intensely aroused, but without pain taking away from the experience. I found myself humping the bed and letting out quiet, frustrated moans.

I kept thinking about how every time I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore and reached out to Mistress Ashley, I always ended up still caged—and always stronger for it. The way she handled each situation and guided me through turned me on deeply. I felt a profound sense of being owned. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

When I finally woke up, I felt happy and refreshed. I went to work excited, thinking about the surprise awaiting us. Sure enough, at 9:54 a.m., Mistress Ashley posted in the group:

“While we are waiting on results:

Everyone who has completed their submission for this round may take the next 24 hours unlocked.
If you did NOT cum during edging, you may orgasm once during your unlock.
I expect verification of lockup at 10 a.m. CST on 1/22/26.
I will post results when they are available.
Enjoy your break. Hope it helps.”
I was so relieved—even with the new cage. I expressed my gratitude and told her everything that had happened overnight. She replied, “It sounds like you are enjoying this—frustration of the best kind. I’m glad the Holy Trainer was more comfortable for you.”

After that, I spent the rest of the workday getting used to the Holy Trainer. It was comfortable for the most part; I just need to get a harness to keep it closer to my body.

To be continued…
 

(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)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Four)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Five)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Six)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Seven)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Eight)

Despite finally getting a full seven hours of sleep last night, I woke up more exhausted than I have on any other day of this competition. Everything felt hazy. I woke up a couple of times during the night to use the restroom, adjusted my cage, and drifted back to sleep.

When I finally woke up for good, I checked for irritation, bruising, or broken skin. There was still a lingering bruised sensation, but nothing unmanageable. What did disappoint me was some swelling between the ring and the cage. The skin looked puffy and slightly bulged—not painful or tender to the touch. Having dealt with edema before, I knew fluid was trapped beneath the skin. I carefully adjusted the cage to allow more room and improve circulation. I had really hoped this cage would be trouble-free, especially considering how comfortable it felt overall. Still, it wasn’t severe enough to cause real concern.

I sent my verification photo, applied lotion, had breakfast, and headed out to start the day.

Work was a struggle, much like the days before. I felt a bit paranoid—for lack of a better word—carrying a secret like this with me. Sometimes during casual banter with a coworker, thoughts would suddenly pop into my head: Oh my god, I’m caged and they have no idea. Or What if…? Or worse—Oh no, I’m getting hard. lol stupid xD

After work, on my way to the gym, I stopped at CVS to see if I could find a better lotion. There had been some talk about Eucerin in the group earlier that day, and I’ve used it before—I can definitely vouch for it. But then I spotted “Triple Repair” by La Roche-Posay. It sounded perfect, exactly what I needed. I grabbed that, plus a Eucerin product as a backup or for overnight use since their formulas tend to be thicker.

Working out at the gym wasn’t much trouble. I did find myself wondering if anyone else there might also be wearing a chastity device without anyone knowing. The fantasy of running into my dream domme at the gym isn’t new for me, but with the cage on, it crept into my mind even more. It was frustrating—and fun—at the same time.

When I got home, Mistress Ashley had closed the bidding, and the 24-hour edging window was officially open. Seeing the message “EDGING STARTS NOW” in the group made me instantly hard in my cage, but I decided to wait until bedtime.

I already had a playlist in mind—something slow, dark, red-toned, with glistening reflections of leather and temptation. I adjusted the heat, dimmed the lights, and undressed. There I stood, naked except for my cage, buzzing with anticipation. I was excited to finally take it off and touch myself again—to feel that slippery, tingling sensation along my shaft, to edge and drip. Alongside my nerves about filming myself, I was anxious about whether I could last long enough.

Once the cage came off, it felt like I had gained an extra lung. The relief was incredible—rubbing, squeezing, stretching, pulling on my cock and balls. The only comparison I can make is the relief of finally scratching that tiny, unreachable itch on your back. Pure release.

It didn’t take long for a rock-hard erection to rise, accompanied by a flash of bruised sensation. I didn’t waste any time. I applied lube generously and started counting my strokes, filming with my phone in my left hand. Getting the right angle was more challenging than expected. I kept my eyes open and focused on my strokes, trying not to lose control. I was extremely horny, yet my erection didn’t feel as hard as I expected—probably because I was juggling too many things at once. That actually worked in my favor, helping me avoid getting too excited.

Still, I kept losing count. I think I restarted three or four times, which means I definitely went well over 115 strokes. Every so often, uncontrollable waves of arousal would hit, and I’d feel myself swell to my absolute limit. If I had given in, I would’ve finished long before the end. Instead, I did my best—however imperfectly—to balance staying hard without going overboard. My balls ached regardless, growing heavier by the minute.

In the end, I made it through. I uploaded the video, took a quick shower, re-locked, posted my verification photo, and finally went to sleep.

To be continued...

(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)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Four)

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...

(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…

(Training days 1-5)

(Training days 6-9)

30 Days Lock Up (Day One)

30 Days Lock Up (Day Two)