Tao of Kink

Chapter 20

Locked to run free

There are so many ways to tie, chain, or immobilize a guy. So many methods to make him dig deeper into submission. Though that small cage that takes ownership of one’s genitals can concentrate hours of torment, meters of rope, tons of tools. It’s at the right spot, inconspicuous and in the same time so obvious, perceptible for the wearer. Ironically, it feels hard when touched, encasing the soft cock inside, reminding him constantly of previous experience of stiffness - now in the past.

It starts with the joy of different aesthetics - the reflection in the mirror looks teasing, erotic, compelling to self-gratify … which is of course impossible in the same time. In couple of days one starts to realize that his penis is not the single source of stimulation - various part of the body become responsive in their own truth. Soon enough whole body feels like a sexual organ. It is interesting to imagine if every young man experienced this at least once in a lifetime (a compulsory "locked month" … a sexual equivalent of fasting) - what different relationship he’d build towards his body. Not just a desensitized machine to execute penetration, to perform, stone-faced, almost not allowing himself to feel a sensual pleasure.

Having the cock and balls at rest (and still hyperactive, underneath) one can focus on the nipples, anus, skin sensations, bodybuilding, or mental work. All that sexual energy can be channeled towards the partner - not only to satisfy him, but to draw one’s own joy from the witnessed pleasure of the other. Even in romantic and unlocked context, I remember those moments when I did something to make him moan - as the most revealing sexual moments in my life. Putting a solid border around ones cock can blur the borderlines of one’s sexuality. Body expands to the surroundings, into the body of his partner, one can even cross his previous submissive or masochist limits.

Being in the cage restructures the submission. Every excitement is answered by clear "no" of the encasement. The response must come through different channels, not rubbing the cock. Pleasing more, submitting deeper, allowing for more intense physical sensations. Chastity allows me to switch off that evasive mind conversation: "not now" "perhaps not" "that sounds weird" "really?" "that’s not my thing", to release and relax into no choices, be there to accomplish the tasks in the best possible way, get satisfaction through serving, experience the true submission, answer "yes".

I still admire the guys who take one step further. Body modification is a perpetual mind-blower for me: the tension between curiosity to change and wish to stay intact in the same time. Allowing one’s cock to shrink and lose physical significance, on top of that the permanent aspect of it - in a male world where everyone desires to get bigger and many men suffer for being not big enough - is a fascinating reversion of the mindset. Determination of one’s own. Devotion towards the dominant partner. The social humiliation turned upside-down - into a source of joy. Defining one’s own shade of beauty. That exciting trade between sacrificing something and gaining somewhere else.

A freshly shaved sub offered himself to a master via phone, on the 5-hour train ride. Was told to walk to the toilet several times (which was already humiliating on over-crowded train) and strip naked, punish his balls, lay on the dirty floor … and other things he would never imagine doing.

A beautiful experience of switching off ones objections and comments, no talking-back, no pondering "what will come next?" "will I make it really?", "will there be marks?" "is that too much?" "will it hurt for long?" … just releasing into the simple "yes sir", "I will try my best sir", being led by the moment, by the experience, by Master. Submission of the mind was the most beautiful reward itself. With so much time to go further …

Even the virtual interaction, the mere thought of playing the game - was exciting enough to feel the discomfort of cock unable to get hard in the way-too-small chastity belt. Its futile struggle making it even more excited. The spikes inside the cage tormented the cock-head with every pulse of the blood. The pain brought more excitement. Even more incentive to serve.