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Spiky Objects

Spiked Cages

Wait. What? You read that correctly. This is a post about cages with pokey bits on the inside. Why on earth would you want to add uncomfortable sharpness? For us, this is all in good fun, nobody got hurt [too badly]. This blog started as a review of this interesting cage but turned into something between an erotic story and description of a wild exciting experience. For that reason, I won’t link the cage below. I am sure you can find a similar one if you choose.

Clearly some sort of torture device.

This isn’t some new leather clad BDSM dominatrix phase or anything like that. I simply saw a cage online with some sharp pointy things and decided to give it a try. The box arrived, literally months later due to shipping delays from China. The stainless steel cage had three adjustable metal screws at the top which allow you to loosen or tighten them to your preferred level of (dis)comfort.

I removed the shiny stainless steel cage from the discreet brown box and bubble wrap. I removed the three screws from the top and set the cage on Kevin’s night stand along with the pink post-it note that he is so very familiar with. The words “lock it up” scrawled on the top in my admittedly poor penmanship. Kevin noticed the cage a few hours later and brought the key to me. I patted his crotch and we exchanged smiles as I felt the securely locked stainless steel beneath his shorts.

He is used to having me purchase random new cages so he answered my next question without me having to ask. He said, it fits well. I don’t know what the bottom piece is for but the rest fits fine. I asked him that we would have some fun with it later and he looked at me inquisitively but knew better than to push for more details.

Bedtime came around and I pulled the little wrench and three little screws from the tiny ziplock baggie. I called Kevin over and showed him the screws, I showed him where they screw into the top of the cage. He looked at me as if I was crazy and with a gulp he reluctantly agreed to give it a try. Obviously we have our safe word and we can both pull the plug at any time but this could be new and certainly entertaining.

His penis was soft and there was plenty of extra room in the cage. I put the three screws in and tightened them to where there were only slightly protruding into the cage. There was plenty of room for the spikes to coexist with the occupant of the cage at that moment. One of the fascinating things about the penis is its ability to grow. I gently rubbed along the inside of Kevin’s thigh and watched the involuntary reaction as his penis grew and pushed first against the front of the cage followed by pushing itself to the outward bars of the cage. I could tell that he felt tightness and the normal discomfort that comes with a caged arousal. I asked if he felt the spikes and he said that he didn’t. I gave them a couple more turns with the shiny wrench and saw him grimace. I knew that I had found the spot.

I took the little wrench and put it back into the plastic baggie and put it into the drawer of my nightstand. While I had my nightstand drawer open, I pulled out my pink “rabbit” style vibrator. I leaned on to my back, slid out of the boxer shorts that I was wearing and spread my legs. I looked at him as the whirring noise of the toy started doing its thing. Kevin loves to watch me masturbate but we both made eye contact knowing that this time would be different.

Inevitable

He grunted as the involuntary erection came back. This time, more persistent and futile than the last. I told him that he can stay as long as he likes but he might want to go to the other room if becomes is too uncomfortable. We both laughed, his brow furrowed knowing that he would be enjoying what he saw but at what cost?

I played with myself a few more minutes, I could see him watching me then divert his attention elsewhere. I wondered if he was thinking about baseball, his grandma or what he was using to try and counteract his arousal. Whatever he could do to enjoy the show but keep his involuntary erection from those pokey bits. I took my time, enjoying my observation of his struggle between pain and pleasure. I played into it some, arching my back and moaning unnecessarily. It made me feel powerful and sexy, knowing that he was so conflicted but certainly never acted like he was considering my offer of leaving the room.

I finally could take it no more and arched my back, this time more genuinely than the previous times. My body shuddered as the rabbit vibrator did it’s intended job. I heard an oof and a grunt as my poor handsome guy enjoyed my show a bit too much.

As soon as I could speak, I rolled over and looking him in the eye. We both laughed at the experience, his was muted with a furrowed brow and some obvious frustration in his expression but we both enjoyed our first experience into pokey play. He laughed and told me how conflicted he found himself. He wanted to watch me and enjoy the compersion of watching me enjoy pleasure. I on the other hand, loved watching his inner struggle that was so real with such very obvious consequences when his ability to control himself got away from him. I debated naming this article “An Exercise In Self Control” but figured that spiky objects was a more entertaining title.

Summary

Is this punishment for Kevin? No, this is just good fun. We are just exploring our bodies, our sexuality and our lust for one another. We tried the punishment thing and we enjoyed the novelty of it for a while but neither of us were able to take it seriously. Our relationship is more of a partnership and not a femdom or dominatrix relationship. I was never actually punishing him for anything real. As with any couple we do fight but our fights are rare and when we do argue, we settle our differences like adults.

I’ll misquote the often misquoted Oscar Wilde and say that “Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about having the presence of mind to not let your ding-a-ling get poked with spikes.”

We practice orgasm control as a way to bring ourselves closer together. The evening described above was just an extension of that. Greater sexual exploration and openness makes us both feel closer and improves the level of communication in our relationship. We have fun with it and with each other.

We haven’t tried this again but writing this blog and remembering the experience and the feeling of power and sexy energy might just make me try it again. We removed the cage and put the cardboard box into the plastic tub that we keep under the bed. Next time we might give those spikes an extra turn or two and see if we can crank this battle of the sexy up a notch or two.

9 thoughts on “Spiky Objects

    1. Thanks MarBe. To reiterate, this was just for play and we had a good time with this one experience. We will probably do it again but this is not a cage that he wears regularly. Probably a wise call on not telling the lady.

  1. There is a nice clip … Using a spikey cage:
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    Edit – I removed the link but feel free to post in the forum or search porn video sites for videos like this. I just didn’t want these types of links directly on the blog. Thanks for understanding.

      1. Yes, Emma.

        But it will arrive not before the end of June.

        I ordered the spike penis cage from onundon, sold by amazon.

        Two reasons for ordering such a cage:

        1. I’m allowed to watch 15 minutes a day erotic pictures or clips. And I’m getting very often in this situation a hard-on. Even if my penis is in the cage. This spikes might prevent me from feeling comfortably.

        2. Sometimes, I’m allowed to use a strap-on to spend pleasure to my Mistress. In combination with the penis cage of course … And twice I ejaculated IN the penis cage. With a spiked penis cage this might be prohibited.

        What are You thinking about this ?

        I’ll keep You informed.

        Best regards,

        Markus

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