Chastity Cage Adventures: From Overdrive to Overruled
Connor had always known he was different. Not just bisexual—insatiable. Men or women, it didn’t matter. He craved touch, the heat of bodies, the sharp thrill of being desired and devoured. His libido was a wildfire. But lately, it was burning everything—his relationships, his focus, his sense of control.
That’s when Zara came back into his life. She wasn’t like the others. Confident, dominant, a little wicked. And she saw right through him.
“You don’t need more sex,” she told him one night, smirking as he panted under her touch. “You need less power.”
He thought it was just dirty talk. Until she made good on her promise.
They were in bed the next morning when she pulled up a site she’d discovered: Koalaswim.com. It was known for extreme swimwear and fetish gear, but Zara went straight to the chastity section—and Connor’s jaw dropped.
There were hundreds of designs. Cages that locked the penis flat, ones that made it vanish entirely, some shaped like soft mounds with lips… like a vagina. Others were twisted works of art that pulled his manhood inside him, crushing it, hiding it, denying it.
“This one,” she said, pointing to a sleek inverted chastity cage, “will push that greedy cock of yours so far inside, you’ll forget what it feels like to be a man.”
He trembled.
The package arrived discreetly—at least on the outside. Inside, it was a fetish fantasy come to life: shimmering pink silicone, tiny polished locks, and a note from Koalaswim’s “Feminization Consultant” suggesting matching plugs and panties to complement the look.
Zara insisted on locking it on him herself. Connor whimpered as she teased his erection… then caged it mercilessly. He watched his manhood vanish, stuffed inside his body and sealed under a soft, rounded shell. There was no bulge, no masculinity left—just a smooth, feminine mound where his cock once was.
“You’re adorable,” she whispered. “Like a little girl with a secret.”
She dressed him in soft panties and kissed his cheek. “From now on, you’re my girl.”
It didn’t stop there.
The next model was a “clit-cage”—a chastity device so tiny it not only erased his bulge but reshaped it into something that looked vaginal. He wore it under skirts, under sheer micro swimwear, even at the beach, where strangers would compliment “her curves.”
And Zara? She was relentless. She paraded him, teased him, showed him off to her bisexual friends—both men and women—as her sweet little sissy girl. They loved it. One of them even bought him a custom cage with pink jewels and a faux slit that looked surgically real.
His libido was still there—ferocious, burning—but now locked away, untouchable. All his desire, all his energy, became submission. Pleasure was no longer in the orgasm—it was in being denied, in being feminized, in surrendering everything to Zara’s will.
Chastity Cage Adventures: Part Two – Owned, Plugged, and Proud
Connor’s world shifted on its axis. Orgasm was a distant memory, and erections were nothing more than a cruel joke under his inverted cage. Zara didn’t just lock his body—she rewired his mind.
And she wasn’t done.
“Tonight,” she said with a glint in her eye, “you’re going to meet my friend Vincent. He’s very open-minded. I told him you’re… mine.”
Connor’s stomach fluttered. Vincent wasn’t just anyone. He was tall, chiseled, and confidently bisexual. Zara knew exactly what that did to him.
He wore his newest Koalaswim piece: a shimmering lavender faux-clit chastity shell, paired with soft lace panties and a matching crop top. The cage not only erased his penis but curved perfectly to look like a plump, untouched pussy. When he looked in the mirror, he looked like a girl. A locked, desperate girl.
Vincent’s eyes widened with interest the moment they met. “Damn,” he said with a low growl, “Zara wasn’t kidding.”
Zara laughed. “He’s locked up tighter than a virgin bride. Can’t even leak without permission.”
Connor blushed—and loved it.
They played with him like a toy.
Zara laid him back, legs open, as she slowly inserted his matching silicone training plug—sized just for his daily wear. “Gotta keep your pretty hole ready,” she cooed.
Vincent leaned down, kissed him, and whispered, “I’ve never seen anyone look so sweet in chastity.”
Connor moaned, the pressure inside him deepening as the plug seated firmly into place. He felt full, girly, and completely helpless.
The plug became part of his life. Zara upgraded him weekly, each one a little thicker, a little longer. Some had tails. Others vibrated. One even connected to a discreet Bluetooth app Zara controlled. A buzzing reminder of who owned his body.
He was no longer just a boyfriend. He was a pet. A prize. A feminized doll.
They took him out dancing—in public. Zara insisted on the smallest Koalaswim micro-swimsuit: a rose-pink thong with a heart-shaped front, completely flat. His “clit cage” was locked under it, plugged deep, and no one could tell. At least, not until Zara whispered loudly at the bar:
“She’s locked. Plugged, too. Hasn’t cum in months.”
Connor flushed, trying to hide—but people turned to look. Some smirked. A few men lingered. One woman blew him a kiss and mouthed: Lucky girl.
Zara eventually added a rule: Connor would only wear chastity swimwear from Koalaswim. Micro-thongs with cameltoe shells, double-locked inverted devices with heart-shaped padlocks, and even one custom set that fused chastity with a training belt—impossible to remove, impossible to forget.
She bought a display case for his growing collection. “Every girl needs a closet full of pretty things,” she teased. “But yours come with keys I wear around my neck.”
Sometimes, after parties or long teasing sessions, she would lie beside him, finger gently stroking the mound of his caged front.
“Good girl,” she’d whisper. “You used to chase sex. Now it chases you.”
And she was right.
He didn’t miss the orgasms. He didn’t miss the chaos. He had something better now:
Obedience. Control. Feminization.
And the delicious, daily ache of denial.