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The deed is done.

As you can see, I’ve updated the graphic at the top of the page to reflect my new state.  My cock is now a prisoner, locked away in a tiny plastic cage and Mistress will soon be holding the only keys that can set me free.  (Yes, those are the actual keys pictured above.  I wanted a reminder of what was taking away the one thing that makes me distinctly male, those tiny little pieces of brass are now guardians of Mistress’s property.)

I am very glad she made me wait to open the box.  It was a magical unveiling, stripping away the packing material to find a small gray box tied with a silver string.  Inside the box, swaddled in silver tissue paper was the object of my torment.  I really need to meet the wicked genius who invented the CB-2000.  It is an engineering masterpiece.  The unit shipped with five different size base rings, three different length locking pins, and a variety of spacers.  The locking pin goes through the cock ring, the ring goes on, the spacers go on the pin, and then the cage slides into place and is locked.  The variety of components means that it can accommodate any sized cock and balls.

The first fitting was really  tight.  After about 15 minutes, my balls got cold and tingly, so Mistress told me to adjust it immediately.  I still need to adjust it a little bit to make sure it’s inescapable while still being comfortable enough so I can maintain my regular workout routine.  My only remaining fear (besides being locked away for weeks at a time) is that it will show under my work clothes.  I think I’m going to try my khakis on tonight to make sure I don’t have a panic attack tomorrow morning.

The one small bit of comfort is that Mistress finally let me cum before I was locked away.  I can’t tell you how powerful my orgasm was, between being brought to the edge daily for the last two weeks and having Mistress in my ear reminding me that this was her cock under her control.  (She had me put on the cock ring of the chastity cage before she let me cum, so I was already within her grasp.)  It didn’t take much stroking before my cock was throbbing in my hand and I was panting pleas for release while Mistress laughed at me before finally granting that which I needed so badly. 

I’m staring at the keys now, knowing that in about 12 hours they will be going into a FedEx envelope on their way to another state leaving me completely in Mistress’s control.

I am now her property, as sure as if she had branded me.