A Shiny Steelheart Cage Keeps My Hands Off (For Now)

“Look before you leap” – a painful lesson learned. That’s what I woke up to this morning. My chastity cage has won the round again, waking me repeatedly during night erections that yank the base ring forward and drag my testicles along with it. With Sweetie away for several days, I had to ask her where she’d tucked the key so I could remove it. She was very understanding, which means I should be able to sleep through the nights now (as much as possible while she’s gone). Back when I spotted this Steelheart cage on a forum months ago, I thought, oooh, shiny! (Polished stainless steel) and so gadgety! (Built-in lock mechanism), plus no one else I know owns one. It felt like it would be Sweetie and my little secret too; she wouldn’t have to wonder if I was handling myself anymore. Sweetie predicted my excitement would fade, but I persuaded her anyway. Despite her doubts that it might run small, she shelled out a good sum to have it custom-made from the measurements I gave her. Now that I’ve worn it for a bit, I’m not so keen on it. It’s too tight, requires frequent cleaning, forces me to sit down to urinate, and tries to wrench my balls off during sleep while quietly preventing any sneaky self-pleasure. I can barely see my cock! I wanted to sell it. Sweetie said she’d warned me, but since I insisted, I just have to endure it now.
Beyond its obvious purpose of keeping hands off and directing sexual energy toward Sweetie, wearing the Steelheart serves as a constant reminder that Sweetie is almost always right—and often knows me better than I do—which are two things I deeply appreciate.