“Caged and Claimed: Our Chastity Adventures”
It started with a lock.
Evan had always fantasized about surrender. About letting someone else take control—not just in the bedroom, but everywhere. So when he finally confessed this to his bold, sensuous mistress, Vanessa, she didn’t laugh. She smiled. Wickedly. And said, “Then let’s see how deep this rabbit hole goes, my pet.”
Their journey into male chastity began with a simple plastic cage—light, discreet, easy to remove. Vanessa fastened it herself that first night, the cool click of the lock sending a shiver down Evan’s spine. She admired her work, then leaned close and whispered, “From now on, I decide when you get pleasure. Not you.”
And he was hooked.
The Silicone Phase
The next week, they tried a soft silicone cage. It was flexible, perfect for long-term wear. Vanessa took him to a small kink party at a private loft downtown. He wore tight jeans—no underwear, of course—and every time someone she trusted asked, she gave a sly grin and said, “Want to see what he’s wearing underneath?”
Evan would blush. She’d unzip his pants slowly, revealing the snug silicone prison, and each time was an erotic humiliation that left him buzzing for hours.
The Steel Evolution
Then came the shift to steel. Vanessa said it was time for something more serious. He was now her full-time chastity boy. The stainless steel cage she picked was cold, heavy, and locked with a heart-shaped padlock. At brunch with her girlfriends, she slid the key between her cleavage and said loudly, “None of you ladies need to worry. He’s all locked up.”
They giggled. One leaned close and cooed, “You’re such a well-behaved little thing. Can I see it?”
To his horror—and delight—Vanessa gave permission. In the bathroom of the café, Evan dropped his pants for a complete stranger while his mistress watched proudly.
The Inverted Cage
Vanessa discovered Koalaswim.com and things got even kinkier. She ordered an inverted cage designed to suck his shaft inward, tucking it into a near-absence. “It’s the closest you’ll ever come to having no cock at all,” she purred, “until I decide otherwise.”
She made him wear it to a pool party. The suit she chose? A Koalaswim ultra-femme bikini with a built-in bulge-smoothing front. The inverted cage ensured there was no trace of his manhood.
One of her male friends noticed and teased, “You let him out in public like that?”
Vanessa grinned and answered, “Let? Sweetheart, I make him. You want a peek?”
By the end of the day, four people had seen him caged, each time adding a new layer of humiliation… and arousal.
The Ultimate Humiliation – Transparent Lockup
For their anniversary, Vanessa gifted him a custom acrylic chastity cage—completely clear, locking in his manhood for display. That weekend, they flew to a kink-friendly resort. She told every couple they met, “He’s mine. He’s locked. Want to see?”
People gathered. Strangers. Curious women. Teasing men. He stood naked in their suite, dick trapped behind thick clear plastic, while Vanessa lifted the veil of secrecy again and again. Some took photos—with his blushing consent. One couple even tried it on him, each marveling at the way he squirmed.
Every Cage, Every Place
For Evan, every cage became a new test of submission and exposure. Parks. Beaches. Clubs. One time, Vanessa even arranged a “chastity runway” at a local fetish event. He walked out wearing nothing but an open trench coat and the cage of the month.
The crowd applauded. Vanessa beamed. “My boy knows his place,” she announced proudly. “And now, so do all of you.”
They never stopped.
Each new chastity cage was another chapter in their story—each one tighter, more devious, more humiliating, more thrilling. Evan didn’t just lose the key to his cock—he gave Vanessa the key to his soul. And in return, she gave him something more intoxicating than pleasure:
Total submission… proudly on display.
Chapter Two: “The Retreat: Public Training Begins”
The invitation came in a black envelope, sealed with crimson wax. On the back, written in elegant script: The Order of the Key – Summer Retreat.
Vanessa licked her lips. “It’s time they see what a good little cage pet you’ve become,” she told Evan, her fingers brushing the bulge of his locked steel cage. “You’re ready for your debut.”
Arrival: Naked but Not Free
Set in a secluded forest lodge, the Order’s retreat was a three-day, members-only gathering for Dommes and their locked boys. Vanessa and Evan arrived late Friday afternoon. While she checked them in, Evan stood quietly beside her—collared, caged, and wearing nothing but a sheer mesh thong that highlighted his chastity with every step.
The receptionist, a tall, striking woman in leather, peered over her glasses and smiled. “New pet?”
Vanessa smirked. “Broken in, but not fully trained. That’s why we’re here.”
The woman stamped their registration and handed Vanessa a clipboard. “Schedule’s full. You’ve signed him up for inspection, performance night, and… oh, the humiliations showcase. Bold.”
“I plan to leave with a ribbon,” Vanessa said. “He’s going to earn it.”
Day One: The Inspection Line
Evan’s first test came early. The “inspection line” was a rite of passage. Twenty locked males—caged, naked, or dressed in hyper-feminine lingerie—stood in a row while the attending Mistresses strutted past, observing, touching, judging.
Vanessa made Evan wear his transparent acrylic cage and a pink satin ribbon tied around his cock. “You’ll be the gift,” she whispered.
When Mistress Diana, one of the retreat’s judges, came to him, she knelt and examined him like a prized object. “So obedient,” she said, tapping the cage. “And on full display.”
Vanessa leaned in. “He knows his worth is in how well he stays locked. Don’t you, pet?”
Evan blushed, murmuring, “Yes, Mistress.”
He was awarded Best Displayed Boy before the sun even set.
Day Two: Performance Night
The main hall was transformed into a dim, decadent theater. Caged boys performed tasks to prove their devotion: cleaning floors with their tongues, reciting mantras of submission, even doing “obedience routines” with remote-controlled vibrating cages.
Vanessa dressed Evan in a shimmering Koalaswim micro bikini with a tucking design and attached a vibrating plug that responded to her phone. His cage? A new model—chrome, curved tightly inward with a urethral insert that kept him dripping at her whim.
On stage, he was instructed to kneel, perform verbal humiliation, and showcase his “training.” Vanessa narrated his journey for the crowd:
“He hasn’t touched himself in 47 days. Each new cage makes him smaller, softer, more mine. Look at him now—hollow, on edge, and thankful.”
She pressed the vibration button. He shuddered, barely keeping upright.
A crowd favorite. Standing ovation.
Day Three: The Humiliation Showcase
This was the event Vanessa had been building to: the public humiliation circuit.
Evan was fitted with the most extreme cage yet—a Koalaswim-designed reverse chastity tube that tucked everything inside. From the outside, he looked like a smooth, feminine mound. Vanessa paired it with a sheer lace thong and 5-inch heels.
He was led on a leash through the crowd, paraded like a living trophy. One by one, other Mistresses stopped him, pulled aside the thong, and inspected the tucked-in cage.
“He’s like a doll,” one said.
“Are you sure he ever had a cock?” asked another.
Vanessa just smiled. “Only in theory.”
At the final round, Evan was brought to the stage and asked a single question by the retreat’s Mistress General:
“What are you?”
He hesitated. Vanessa stepped closer, tugging his leash.
“I’m your caged property,” he whispered.
She tugged harder.
“I’m a good little chastity slut. I don’t need a cock. I only need your control.”
Cheers erupted. He was awarded the Red Key Ribbon for Excellence in Public Submission.
That night, in their private room, Vanessa finally unlocked him—not for release, but to fit a new custom titanium cage: one engraved with his retreat title: PROPERTY OF MISTRESS V.
She slid the lock home and kissed his cheek. “You’ve made me proud. But next year, you’ll win best feminized boy. And for that… we start training tomorrow.”