October 22, 2020
From December, 2019 to September, 2020 – more than nine months – I was kept in chastity. This is the longest period of time that I have been in the device. I observed atrophy, as expected of any unused muscle, but the sight of my penis shriveling, once filling the cage and later rattling around inside it, caused me concern. While not unusual for chastity to have an almost immediate mental influence on my attitude, as I wrote about in my digital diary the month before my eight-month incarceration (link), as the months passed, the vestiges of my mental manhood seem to shrivel with my skin. I began to have thoughts of never again being able to satisfy a woman with my cock, thoughts that seem more concrete as the months passed and my tongue replaced my cock as the sexual appendage that was used to satisfy my Dominant.
Like a femdom meme that shows a progression of ever-shrinking cock cages, I purchased a smaller device. When it arrived, I stared at the smaller device and realized that I had come to accept my shrinking penis. Nonetheless, I put the tiny device in a drawer with the intent of forgetting about it, as it seemed to symbolize surrender.
My Dominant began to speak of the possibility of receiving pleasure from uncaged men and lesbian lovers. The conversations created some panic in me as I ciphered my role in the relationship. The thought that my Dominant might sleep with a woman became real in December, when she named a possible lover. The concept that my penis might be replaced by the cock of another man seemed abstract until she began to talk about picking up bisexual men who would fuck both of us. She asked me if I would be her cuckold, and I sheepishly agreed, still believing the conversation to be hypothetical. However, as such conversation became routine and the months passed, if not for the pandemic, I began to sense she would act on her urges to take on new lovers. In July, during a conversation about caging men and cuckolding, my Dominant told one of her girlfriends that she keeps me in chastity. This was the first time anyone outside our relationship became aware that my Dominant owns my penis and that power inequity defines our relationship. A barrier had been breached.
Without warning in September, I was released. It is always difficult to make the transition from caged to uncaged and vice versa, and it was particularly stressful after nine months. Erections did not come easily at first, and my flaccid penis was smaller than I had ever before witnessed while uncaged. Within a few days, I was able to achieve routine semi-hard erections. Although the length of my erect penis seemed unchanged, the girth appeared smaller. To the disappointment of my Dominant, but not surprising, I had little control during intercourse, and ejaculated almost immediately upon penetration. However, some stamina returned after a few weeks. During my nine-month incarceration, my Dominant enjoyed my tongue, and after release, it was clear that she still preferred it. I had the sense that intercourse and my orgasms were granted as rewards. After about four weeks uncaged, my Dominant insisted I put the chastity device back on in October, where she says it will remain until at least the end of the year. It took a few days to accept my fate, but after a week, my mental state had returned to one of being caged, and my tongue has returned to service.