Mom has kept me locked in chastity for 7 years. I used to misbehave & lead a very dubious lifestyle, but now, thanks to her sweet, tender guidance & instruction, I am able to conduct myself with the utmost care, quality & attentiveness.
Our story starts one night when I came home intoxicated. It had been a rough night of bad news & even worse company. I drowned my sorrows & stumbled home to find Mom waiting for me, angry, upset & seemingly on a mission. I asked her what the issue was, but due to being so inebriated, I stupidly passed out on the sofa while she was talking.
Upon waking up, my head was heavy & so was something else. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself & discovered something that would change the course of my life forever.
There, encasing my penis, was a solid metal cage, attached by a small hoop that had evidently been put on while I was asleep. My testicles had been squeezed through the hoop & padlocked to the cage to ensure that I couldn't remove it, even with brute force. In desperation, I tugged at it & tried in any way possible to take it off. But it was there. Solid. Stuck. Permanent.
After a while of fretting in the bathroom, I heard my Mom's voice outside calling me. I didn't know what to do nor have any explanation as to how this had happened. I tentatively opened the door & went to see her.
Mom was stood there with her arms folded, leaning on the door frame, looking straight in to my eyes with a slight smirk on her face.
She's 5'11, short cropped brown hair with a pink highlight, dark red lipstick, purple nail polish & wearing a skintight black dress. She's always been pretty & my friends have always flirted with her.
She asked me if I was ok & if I had noticed anything different. I did. I had a million questions racing through my head, but no idea how to articulate them.
As I stuttered, she began to laugh, then walked over towards me, her hand outstretched. I thought she was reaching for mine, so I put my hand out to meet hers, which she totally disregarded & went for a firm clasp of my cage instead, which had created a noticeable bulge in my pants. She lent right in to my ear & whispered how it was all to keep me safe & secure.
My mind filled with panic & I asked if she was the one who had put it on me & she laughed again saying that it was entirely her idea to help rectify my unruly behaviour & that I had to learn how to be nice & treat women with the respect they deserve.
As Mom held my cage, I could feel a swelling deep inside it. Oh no, I was getting hard in my own Mother's hand & couldn't do anything to stop it.
My penis throbbed until it was pressing hard against the cold, shiny steel, pulsating & out of control. Mom obviously felt it & asked why I would be getting hard in front of her. Surely this was inappropriate, but I was hypnotised by her dark eyes, lips & figure hugging dress as she gently caressed my cage.
Mom told me that she was going to be my keyholder until further notice & that I was never to ask to be released or I would indeed pay the consequences for my actions. She showed me 2 keys that she'd put on a delicate thin chain around her neck which hung in between her cleavage. A plump, shapely bust.
I asked her how long she would keep me locked & if there was anything I could do to get out or help my situation, to which she giggled & told me that I had the right attitude to begin my journey as Mommy's little Chaste.
I tried to ignore it, but going to the toilet was hard. I couldn't pee while stood up & had to sit down for all my ablutions. Even in the shower, it made washing very difficult.
After a week of being locked in my new steel home, Mom came to me in the evening & asked if she could see it. I was very embarrassed with the whole situation but thought it was best not to protest too much, given my warning.
I stood in front of Mom & took off my pants. There, hung out for the world to see, was my shiny, caged & again throbbing penis. She took a while to take it all in, watching me, relishing in my discomfort & smiling the whole time.
Once I had finally removed all my clothes, she came over & stroked my chest with one hand & placing the other firmly on my cage again. She asked me how it felt & if I was in any real pain or discomfort. Although it was a very tight squeeze, I had managed to keep my erections to a minimal. But I guessed that it would be short lived.
I told Mom that it didn't really hurt but that it was stopping me from behaving like a man & that I couldn't touch myself, even to clean it. She paused, then offered whether I would like her to remove my cage so I could be cleaned.
I immediately agreed & Mom went in to the bathroom & returned with a razor & shaving cream. I asked what she needed that for & the response was to keep clean & fresh. I went to take the cream from her but she pushed my hand away with a shake of her head. She said if she was going to unlock me, then it was her responsibility to tend to my needs. I reluctantly retracted my hand.
Mom pulled the keys from between her curvy breasts & twiddled them between her fingers. She then put the keys between her lips & sank to the floor, resting upon her knees, head level with my cage.
She toyed with it, touching my cage & then giggled when I twitched, which in turn made it bounce. She put the key in to the padlock but didn't turn it. The suspense was driving me wild.
Mom finally turned the key & the lock clicked open. She unhooked it but clasped the cage on to the hoop so it couldn't release. This was mental. So close yet she seemed to be enjoying the whole process infinitely more than I was.
She removed the cage but kept the hoop firmly around my base. She then squirted a large blob of cream on her hands & then preceeded to lather up my cock & balls until they were completely covered in foam. She took the razor & carefully started shaving away my pubic hair, leaving clear skin underneath & navigating the hoop around to avoid any missed spots.
When she had finished, Mom took a small towel & dabbed my newly shaved area. She then asked if I had at any point during the last week, thought about release or even escaping. I told her that I had, but I was far from being able to actually make it happen.
Mom, who was still on her knees, looked up at me & asked how I would feel if she was to give me the full release of which I'd been craving.
I knew what she meant, but every fibre of my existence was resisting. I wanted to do it. I wanted to be able to touch my penis & make it cum. Besides, incest is frowned upon by so many, yet here I was, naked, in front of my Mom while she was offering to unload me.
I closed my eyes & agreed.
Mom's hands went straight to work, caressing, pulling, rubbing, stroking, everything. My cock roared in to life & was stood to attention. I wasn't sure if I had in fact ever been this hard before in my life, but I quickly tried to put that thought to the back of my head.
Up & down, Mom's tender hands were stimulating & provocative all at the same time. I held the back of her head as if to will her face closer to my shaft.
I let out a moan, which indicated to her that I was about to blow.
Just as I was reaching pinnacle, Mom let go & slapped the head of my penis really hard. It hurt & I let out a short yelp while my cum suddenly fell from the tip, in a sorry looking dribble instead of the usual jet.
Mom laughed & laughed & pointed at my softening penis. She said that a real man could fire his load under any circumstances & that I had just made a ridiculous & unimpressive mess.
I felt ashamed, but still horny, as I hadn't been allowed to achieve a full orgasm. My cock was getting soft again & it was cold being stood there naked.
