I have been wearing a Mature Metal Jailbird for roughly five years, with the last two being mostly full-time wear. It uses a security screw rather than a padlock to stay locked. I picked the screw because noise from the padlock was my main worry back then. The screw holds up pretty well, though you need to add a tiny bit of Loctite to the threads every few weeks; otherwise, it works loose. My keyholder noted that she’ll need to top up the Loctite next time she takes it out.
I also have a Prince Albert piercing where I usually keep a padlock running through it (as mentioned before, my noise anxiety has passed). While the padlock sits nicely in the piercing, it needs almost daily lubrication so the internal parts don’t stick. My keyholder hates not being able to reach her cock whenever she wants, and keeping things lubed can be tricky. For now, we’ve taken the padlock off until a better option comes along.
Typically I stay locked for a couple of weeks at a time. She uses me in various other ways as well. Her cock had been out of the cage just a day or two before this event, so it wasn’t due back in anytime soon.
She was in the middle of moving to a new apartment. The move happened yesterday after she’d spent several weeks carefully packing everything up. We had already shifted several boxes over. The movers were scheduled for early morning the next day to haul away all the heavy furniture and items.
By that evening, we finished prepping for the move. After dinner out, we went back home for a chill night watching TV. One of her best traits is how well she grasps teasing in chastity and loves keeping me on edge. Seeing my bulge protruding from the metal cage gives her great pleasure. This night was no exception.
While lying in bed watching television, she slid down between my legs, wrapped her lips around the cage, and began licking it while making delicious sounds to drive me crazy. With the Jailbird, there is just enough sensation to make you truly aware of what you’re missing out on. It felt like exquisite torture.
After a few minutes, she got quite aroused herself and decided she wanted my cock inside her. She went off to find the key but realized it was in another spot due to all the packing. So she checked the box where she thought the key would be—and it wasn’t there. Then she remembered that the key had ended up in a different box, which was now at our new apartment.
Talk about disappointment for both of us: I was hoping to get released into her warmth and moisture while she prepared herself with her favorite toy. Instead, we were left denied again.
You could see her mind working right away because she recalled that the security screw might need more Loctite. She tried twisting it by hand first, then had me try as well. While I was holding onto it, she darted to another room to grab pliers in case there was enough thread left for them to grip.
We gave that a minute but eventually stopped trying. We just sat together staring at my still-caged cock.
She attempted one more hand twist on the security screw and could feel it turn slightly. A big smile spread across her face as she started unscrewing it properly. It took several minutes, but success! She managed to remove the cage entirely. The relief was overwhelming—I felt so naughty escaping like that. Her first words were “We’re definitely putting Loctite on that screw later.”
There are many wonderfully conflicting emotions about this escape. Having your own keyholder team up with you against the cage is amazing, and knowing she wanted me enough to go through all that trouble feels truly wonderful. Love and desire really do hold great power.