I’ve been locked in my Prisonbird stainless steel cage for more than two days, and I’m experiencing a sense of contentment at last as a man. My responsibilities feel lighter now; instead of worrying about losing control over my sexuality, I can simply hold back and observe it. I did edge while caged, which was quite enjoyable.
Being locked up is much better overall. The only issue so far has been an unpleasant rash caused by shaving the hair down there to clean up before putting on the cage—this rash seems triggered just by contact with the steel. To help support the somewhat heavy cage itself, I’ve also added a thread as a strap.
Sometimes, the space beneath the cage and where my balls rest in the ring creates a slightly constricted feeling, but it isn’t severe or burning. I’m happy to endure that minor discomfort for the peace of mind that comes with being a caged man.