Cock Cage wishes & Feminized dreams

I’d love to have my cock caged.  A metal cage so it looks nice and snug behind bars, so it can remind me of my shriveled up little dicklet being in prison.  Unable to cum.  Unable to stroke and jerk off.  Only frustration as I’m teased and squirming and my face is whimpering to be set free.
I can anticipate the feeling of being caged for the first time, although I’m sure I can’t comprehend the adrenaline I’d feel.  The high stakes game of chance I’d be playing.  The metal being fitted around my cock and how i’d try my best not to get hard.  I bet some form of making me soft would need to be used because I’d be rock hard at the thought of it.  One of two ways, I’m thinking.  My last ejaculation being filmed so I can be shown it over and over again as the time passes to remember what it was like to cum.  Or an ice cube placed against my balls and run up and down my cock so it stung from the cold and it shrunk to its smallest possible state.
Ideally it would be a girl who would be doing this.  She would be holding the key and placing the lock on my cock cage.  She would own my orgasms.  She would be friendly and sweet and lead me on.  Teasing and tickling around it as the cold metal (maybe she puts it in the freezer for the night before having me try it on) touches my skin and I flinch.  Whispering in my ear that I’m not going to be able to cum for a very, very long time.  Then the lock turns and the key pulls out and I’m finally caged.  Is it appropriate for her to give it a tug to make me wince and whimper in the guise of making sure it’s on tight?
I would regret it.  I know I would.  I don’t know how long it would take but I would absolutely regret giving someone I don’t know very well they key to the cage that’s holding my cock.  I’d beg her to give it back, which makes her not want to even more.  She would laugh at me and tell me every time I begged.  Every time I said please.  Every time I contacted her without her first contacting me that she would add on another week.  That on top of not telling me how long she was going to keep me caged to begin with.
She would tease me too.  She would have me come over and flick my caged cock with a crop.  She would invite other men over, some sissies and some not, to play with my caged cock and make it hard so it hurt.  Then the men who weren’t sissies would fuck me.  The sissies, all of us, would take turns sucking on the others caged cocks.  Making us all hurt so much with our cocks trying to grow.  The one who got the best reaction was released for an hour while the rest added a month onto their sentence.
I would regret this.  All of this.  Admitting it to her and wanting it.  I’d tell her everything in a moment of weakness and submit to her and she would take advantage of it and never look back.  I would belong to her.  She would own me and my orgasms.  I’d be weak and she would love it.  My tiny little cock and my pathetic ejaculations being taken away.  Giving them to her.  Giving myself to her.
Saying all that, knowing how much I’d wish I never wrote this and never let her put the cage around my cock all I can think about right now is that if a girl messaged me (or a guy for that matter) and told me she had a cock cage and would be willing to let me try it on to lock me up, I would do that in an instant.  Without question.  Without hesitation.
I’m just a needy little sissy bitch that craves further humiliation and degradation.