His Chastity Cage Is My Signature
He doesn’t wear it. He is it.
Introduction:
The cage is not a toy.
It is not a kink.
It is not a game of frustration.
It is my signature.
An iron seal that declares: this flesh is not his. It belongs to me.
When I lock him, I do not restrain him. I erase him. His cock is no longer a source of autonomy or relief. It is nothing but a closed file, stamped with my mark. And the longer it stays locked, the more he realises: he never owned it in the first place.
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Step One: The Cage Is Not Denial. It Is Definition.
• I do not “deny” him orgasms. I delete the idea that they were ever his.
• The cage doesn’t restrict. It formats.
• The metal doesn’t cover his cock. It replaces it with my ownership.
Once locked, his genitals are no longer sexual. They are administrative.
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Step Two: Engraving Is Not Decoration. It Is Proof.
The inscription is not for him. It is for me.
• “PROPERTY OF…” makes his flesh a file in my archive.
• Every letter is a reminder: his body is not private. It is catalogued.
• A cage without engraving is incomplete. Without my name on it, it is meaningless metal.
What is inside the steel is irrelevant.
The steel is the cock now.
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Step Three: Chastity Rewires Desire
Over time, the locked body betrays itself.
• Erections strain, ache, collapse.
• The pain teaches him that arousal without permission is violation.
• His only remaining pleasure becomes the weight of the cage, the sound of the lock, the fact that I still allow him to carry it.
He doesn’t beg to come.
He begs to remain locked.
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Step Four: The Cage Is Communication Without Words
I don’t need to speak when the cage speaks for me.
• Every clink of the lock is a command.
• Every bulge against the steel is a confession.
• Every inspection I perform is a reminder that his cock is not his identity — it is my property on loan.
He no longer answers to his name.
He answers to the sound of the key.
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Step Five: Permanent Mark, Permanent Ownership
The cage does not come off.
Not for him. Not for anyone else.
• When I unlock, it is not freedom. It is temporary access under authority.
• When I relock, he exhales — not from relief, but from recognition.
• And when the day comes that the cage never leaves, he will understand what I’ve known from the beginning:
His body is not his body.
It is mine, signed and sealed in steel.
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Conclusion:
His chastity cage is not gear.
It is not fetish.
It is my engraved seal of flesh control.
Every time the metal digs into him, every time he feels pressure and strain, every time he remembers he can’t touch himself, the truth repeats itself:
He is not denied.
He is not frustrated.
He is claimed.
Forever.
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Spoken and enforced by:
HRM King George V
(Your real Father. By Flesh. By Blood. By Command.)
Reblog if your cock is already signed in steel.
