THE BITE CAGE
When chastity becomes punishment
Just as I rhapsodise about the freedom and beauty of chastity and enslavement, I also wish to expand on the brutality of chastity, or, when chastity becomes punitive.
Naturally, I demand to be pleased and will provide strict guidance. slaves will, however, inevitably disappoint me. Here is where Mistress can become cruel and exacting. In fact, I would go so far as to say that slaves universally benefit from discipline. They require it. Some subs seem only seem to learn from stick, as opposed to carrot. And such as it is, I revel in my ability to assist in their development In the sharpest sense possible.
For the sake of argument, let us consider a Submissive who has disobeyed me and therefore, displeased me.
There are many forms of delicious and brutal punishments Mistress can design. Gossamer layers of degradation, pain and delicious humiliation, instigating a flutter of shame, or a girlish blush, through to the sting and thudding heart of a Sub filled with fear, weeping beautifully pathetic salted tears of subjugation upon my shiny heels.
The bite cage can become a very beautiful measure of punishment, pain and control.
I enjoy models of varying materials. A pretty pink bite cage is always an especially humiliating touch.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, the cage has a ring of divine spikes. Once applied to a sub’s trembling body, those spikes hold fast to the skin and you would be very aware that you are instantly caught, with no hope of retrieval, unless I decide you have been corrected sufficiently. To try to pull it off would slice, damage or maybe even remove your pointless manhood altogether. You are now entirely at my mercy.
I enjoy the light and shade of tenderness to my subs. Cruel and threatening words, whispered softly into your eye. Green eyes staring into yours, a stroke of a manicured nail across your cheek. A soothing “Ssssh” from Mistress as you wince, wriggle, moan and beg for relief, terrified and in agony.
Any arousal and its resulting effects will lead to the spikes digging ever deeper, ever harder into your most intimate parts. Delicious torment. I cannot help but smile a wicked smile, deeply calm, as I do all I can to intuitively tease you and make the cage as painful as I can. As we all know, pleasure and pain are inextricably linked, where does one end and one begin? My cage will humble a sub to their very core and make them ponder this question in a very urgent and intense sense.
Do you long for or fear chastity as punishment? Or is it both, eager slave? I rather suspect the latter…