Caged Cocks Go Mainstream

Over at All Mine, Suzanne and her many admirers (I will be polite and not call them drooling sycophants), have been chattering this week about all the supposed benefits of orgasm denial. And it's obvious that for some the long weeks of denial have their charm. Some may never understand the need for the Caged Cock Bill of Rights, we've been promoting in this page.

As it turns out, Slave was required to wear his cage yesterday.

"Slave, since we're not driving together, you'll be in the cage...."

But there was some bracing wake-up sex before I was "shut down" for the day. ANd Mistress liberated the little guy once we were home and headed out for a bike ride.

"We wouldn't want him damaged on the bike frame, would we, Slave."

ANd this morning, even though we had a particularly early wake-up call, Mistress made sure we were able to slip in a "quickie". So, as you can see,  this Slave remains pampered and indulged. Mistress's operating theory appears to be that I will be more docile and less surly if over rather than under-orgasmed.

Vive Le Difference!

Oddly, last night, as we say down to catch up with some languishing episodes of Californication, we stumbled upon an episode that must have aired a month ago:

Marcy, the foul mouthed smurf, was requiring her estranged Hollywood Producer husband to wear a cock cage as a condition for getting back together. It seems his cock had found its way into the mouth of some starlet during several moments of weakness.

Here is the video clip:

"It's a Cock Cage"

It looks like one of those plastic models, tinted silver to look like the stainless steel industrial strength type that this Slave wears as required.

Maybe I can work in an appearance next season touting my Bill of Rights!