Sprung Loose

Mistress did require me to wear my cage to work on Friday. And yes, Fury, it had been a while. Word from the Executive Suite here at the UCTMW World HQ is that slave will be expected to wear it more often, though I've been given some slack on days when I ride my bike to work.

On Friday I was in my "full metal jacket" version. It's rather heavy and noticeable (at least to me), but not particularly uncomfortable once my sack gets accustomed to its close confines. It certainly makes me want to avoid and concupiscent thoughts as I work through my rather tedious work day. (I make a mental note to avoid any sex blog surfing during the lunch hour to prevent any unnecessary "lurches" against my metal encasement). And of course there is the reminder of my "chaste" status everytime slave has to sit to pee.

While we don't have the full assortment of cages depicted to the left,  we do have a plastic model as a backup in the event there are security checks to clear for work duties.

Recently Mistress mentioned that both a potential suitor who reads the blog, and a former lover who has been back in touch recently, had asked if "Mick really does wear a cock cage."

Of course, it does make Mick blush a bit that there are folks out there wondering "is he, or isn't he" on any given day.

"What did you tell them Mistress...."

"That you do, but not as often as you should."

Probably true.

 I suppose Mistress is pretty indulgent. On Friday, it was a beautiful day in River City. I got home before Mistress and was yearning for a bike ride to shake off the cobwebs from a day behind a desk. Mistress was generous enough to let me "self-release" and take that ride without fear of cock decapitation on my bike seat.

But I made sure she was rewarded for her mercy with some oral devotions as soon as she got home.

It was the least I could do.