Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

I wonder if other fellows have considered this; I suppose you all have. Before starting my time in a cage, my cock usually rested to the left or right inside my underwear, depending on what felt best that day. Occasionally, I might switch sides for one reason or another during daylight hours.

Now, while wearing the cage, I sometimes reflect on it—the consistency of it, the monotony of it, the inevitability of it… My caged member always points straight down, no matter what my desires are at any given moment. It is quite comfortable in its little prison; most times I am not even consciously aware of the device (unless I happen to spot a stunning woman on the street wearing heels and a short skirt). Then, the cage quickly reminds me that I am confined and that my cock remains still, always directed toward the ground…