It wasn’t our first time to the Lion’s Den. Our first visit had been pretty early into our relationship. We were both fresh off the marriage train, each ending what had become lonely and passionless unions. Reflections on how and why that may have happened are saved for a different place and time. Suffice it to say, we were both entering a stage in our life where we felt like we could finally breathe again. We were ready to wake up and find the parts of ourselves that had been quietly and without recognization put to the side and slowly locked away, and for me, forgotten. We were free, which is ironic for a passage titled “The Cage.”
We were heading out of town for a weekend of fun. I felt like a teenager, filled to the brim with dopamine, a feeling I had not had in a very long time. I couldn’t keep my hands, or mouth, off of Andy. Sitting in the front seats together, laughing and petting each other. That’s when I first discovered the cock ring! I don’t know what it was about it that gave me such an arousal. I found it hot and sexy and different. A little kinky.
Somewhere south on Route 65, Andy took an unexpected detour and with a devilish smirk on his face took an exit and headed into an adult store, the Lion’s Den. I’d been in one before, but only for bachelorette novelty accessories, never for actual pleasure and certainly not with a partner. We were the only car in the parking lot. I felt like we had a spotlight turned on us as we walked into the store, almost as if we were announcing to the world that we had entered a sex store. I was a mix of awkward embarrassment and piqued curiosity. Of course, on the outside, I attempted to put up a brave exterior. We looked at each other, almost as if daring the other to act bashful, but instead we walked in loud and proud.
Naturally I headed in the direction of the counter to look at silly penis straws and other party-favor-like items. Andy had other ideas, however. Just as soon as the store clerk perked up and asked how he could help us, Andy threw his arm around me and said—or more like shouted—“I need something that will rock her world!” And that is the day I met the vibrator, which I believe will have its very own passage on this site, if not its very own page! But it is fair to say, it did indeed rock my world.
So it wasn’t a surprise to find ourselves visiting another store on another adventure a few months later. This visit may have been slightly alcohol induced, but we were still on our “new relationship” high—to be honest, however many years later, I’m still on it—and open to exploring more. This time I confidently walked right past the novelty section and boldly went to the real stuff. I had no idea the variety of toys that were out there. It was fun to feel open and free to explore without the fear of judgment. We stood aisle by aisle looking at different things, some of which took me some time to figure out how they even worked! That’s when we stumbled upon bondage and chastity. There amongst the whips and handcuffs hung a metal cage. Oh, what fun that could be… and apparently Andy thought the same… and that is the day we met the cage.
That first weekend with the cage on Andy was wild. The effect it had on him was almost immediate. He was passionate and made me feel alive, but once that cage was on and he had a sense of being denied, he became ravenous, almost wolfish with desire for me. The thrill and power that came over me was like nothing I’d ever felt. I was in possession of the key that locked the cage on his penis. I controlled his ability to release. I controlled the decision to deny him. I could make him beg for it. In the state he was in, I could make him do whatever I told him to do… and I did.
At first it was still part of “play time.” I ordered him to rub my feet, massage my shoulders. As we continued to play, the stronger the power came over me. I raised the bar and started making demands on pleasuring me, reminding him that I owned the key and in order to be released—and to release—he had to make me happy, and in order to make me happy he had to do exactly as I ordered.
When we parted ways at the end of our weekend getaway, my mind was blown once again. He was still in his cage and I was still in possession of the key. I couldn’t believe he could stay in that cage a whole week. I didn’t even think that could be done. On the weekends, I’d let him out and we would play. We discovered that the submissive feeling that would consume Andy would wane and eventually even go away after he released. It would take some time to get back to that place, even after the cage was put back on. That was frustrating, since the feeling of power and control inside me didn’t. I wanted to keep that feeling but needed him to be in that submissive state.
That’s when we both started reading more about this new world we were tiptoeing into, without even realizing it. I started reading more about male chastity and how to keep your sub under your “powers.” I had lived a pretty naive life up to this point and had always thought that a man had to release when stimulated. I thought something physical happened to them that was painful and could actually harm them if left unattended. When I read that there are dominants that keep their subs caged all the time and never allow them to release, even after sessions of teasing… yep, you guessed it, my mind was blown!
I was ready to explore how long I could keep Andy caged. I set up little rewards for him. If he did certain things for a period of time, I’d consider letting him out. We’d go a month at a time with his penis locked up. We had to make exceptions for travel and events that had metal detectors but for the most part, he would stay locked up. The month would turn into two, and then three… and ultimately it became a core attachment. He would be let out of his cage for maintenance and other fine tuning but otherwise it remained on at all times.
We had some setbacks and eventually invested in a better-quality cage. Travel is still an obstacle—or as we call it, a “loophole”—that needs to be worked on. We’ve made some modifications that are still in the test phase, but seem to be working. Of course, there is a lot of trust that has to come with having your partner wear a cage as part of their everyday life, so having to trust them with limited access to the key during travel isn’t as difficult as it may otherwise be. It does lessen the intensity, but it is something that, as we continue to work on closing the loophole, has significantly improved.
As our bond has grown stronger and our relationship has grown and we’ve taken more steps into the life of Dom and Sub, the cage has become second nature. Andy’s penis is no longer his. It belongs to me. I am its owner and thus his owner. Occasionally I will wear the key to the cage on a chain around my neck. It’s to tease him and remind him that he is owned. I also like to cause an eyebrow or two to raise, with others wondering what the key around my neck belongs to.
I don’t know what it is about the cage that makes me feel powerful. Probably initially it was insurance of his fidelity when out without me. He has never given me cause to be concerned, nor had I ever been in prior relationships that would give me this sort of insecurity… but Andy is a good-looking man and I know how aggressive women can be—especially divorced ladies after a certain age. I mean, heck, I was one of them!
But in the beginning it was probably more that assurance and the notion that this man was openly willing to explore this new world with me. That he was open and trusting of me gave me a new feeling, or one I hadn’t felt in a very long time. The power that comes from chastity has grown since the early days. It was definitely present from the very start, only I didn’t fully comprehend yet what we had stumbled into. Something inside of me unlocked and was stirring, and as we continued to go down this path I learned more and the power grew. It continues to this day. I have gotten much stronger, but I know there is a lot more in our future. That, of course, is a whole other story to share.