When I first gave a woman control over my cock, she was kind of like a long-distance girlfriend. We had discussed it before, but hadn’t really experimented yet, so one day I put the cage on and texted her to say I was locked up and wouldn’t remove it until she permitted me.
She answered right away, mentioning she was heading out for dinner and drinks with friends, so it likely would be late before we connected again. Still, she told me to behave like a good boy and remain locked until I heard from her.
The moment those words came through, my cock began swelling inside the cage, and I realized this experience was meant for me.
Much later that night, she messaged me once more. Per her request, I sent photos of my trapped member already dripping within its confinement. She gave them her approval.
Because it was my debut, she showed mercy by letting me out to stroke myself. However, the instructions were specific: while stroking, I had to visualize her sucking another man’s cock and then finishing him off. Afterward, I had to scoop up and consume my own semen.
I also recorded a video of the entire process, from unlocking myself to releasing my load and eating it.
It was incredible.
We eventually split up, and she never locked me again afterward, but that initial experience remains etched in my memory. Since then, I’ve been on an intermittent locking journey (with just over a week being the longest period), yet I still recall how intensely I pulsed and throbbed when she first called me her good boy and insisted I couldn’t unlock until SHE gave permission. I’ve been chasing that sensation ever since.
Perhaps next time, I’ll share the tale of my first on-camera edging session and ruined orgasm.
