She Made Me Serve Drinks While They Had Sex

It started with a locked male chastity cage and a smug grin on her face. I thought it was going to be another tease-at-home evening — her holding the key, me stuck, aching, desperate. But she had bigger plans.

That night, she invited him over. A tall, confident guy she’d been flirting with for weeks. She told me to stay in my steel cock cage, dress neatly, and keep the drinks flowing. I wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to.

I remember walking around with the tray, the cold weight of the chastity device reminding me exactly where I stood. They were on the couch, kissing, touching, laughing like I wasn’t even there. Every glance she threw at me screamed, You’re mine. He’s here because I want him here.

When their clothes came off, I thought maybe she’d send me out of the room. Instead, she told me to pour more wine and stand closer. I was so near I could hear every gasp, see every detail — but the locked cage made sure I couldn’t feel a thing.

By the time it was over, my knees were trembling. Did she unlock me? Not a chance. She just tapped the cage, smiled, and said, “Good boy. Now clean up.”

That’s the magic (and torment) of male chastity — it’s not just about denying pleasure, it’s about handing over all control. And if you’ve ever wanted to experience that intense mix of frustration and obedience, the right chastity cage for men can make it real.