It’s been forty days since I got locked up and no orgasm has come around yet, not since June 1st. The Mistress who either secured me or had me secure myself wanted a journal entry here outlining my journey.
I’ve always harbored a hidden submissive nature that I usually keep under wraps; the idea of a powerful, stunning woman taking charge fascinates me deeply, as does forced feminization. Through phonelines, cam sessions, and occasional real-time interactions, I’ve ‘dabbled’ in these areas.
My first encounter with Miss L happened via her camsite profile—it was well-crafted, showcasing femdom interests that matched mine locally. She stood out as one of the most naturally gorgeous women I’ve ever met: warm, intelligent, and incredibly easy to talk to. We discussed some of my deepest, kinkiest secrets just like everyday friends would. Underneath it all, there was a clear sense that she held the reins, getting inside my head and finding those buttons to push so I’d comply with her wishes.
We chatted intermittently for a while; talking with her was always enjoyable. When sessions began, she could easily wrap me around her finger, guiding me to do what she wanted with very little effort (despite being no one’s pushover in daily life). We discussed chastity, and when I mentioned owning a cage, her eyes sparkled with an evil gleam as we talked about putting me into it. My initial response was just for 1 day since not cumming wasn’t a huge issue for me, though I had concerns regarding my workouts (I do lots of fitness activities like running and weightlifting).
Shortly after, we held a dress-up/humiliation session on cam. I wore fishnets, panties, a slutty skirt, and a crop top. She then directed me to fetch a toy along with the chastity cage. Ordered next were instructions to lube up the toy, slide it in, and sit upon it. It was hugely humiliating yet emasculating; for her sake, I felt completely powerless. Then she told me to put on the cage and lock myself. The CB-3000 went on smoothly, but she wanted my keys sent back in an envelope. Noticing some hesitation, she proposed a compromise: using a plastic lock while keeping track of the number as I locked up. It was hard to believe what had transpired—dressed like a slut with a plug deep inside and my cock caged. She took great satisfaction in my predicament, reminding me constantly of her handiwork. It ranked among the most humiliating yet thrilling feelings I’d experienced. The deal allowed for a 3-day trial where I could remove it if working out became too problematic.
Forty days into this trial have been successful—I realize I’ve written quite a bit, so here is a list of things I’ve noticed:
- Sitting down to use the toilet has become necessary.
- Keeping everything clean can be painful; cotton buds are essential.
- Nighttime erections pressing against the cage wake me up—not painful, just uncomfortable.
- Energy and motivation levels have increased—I definitely need an outlet for this boost.
- After about a week, my balls started getting achy, which remains an ongoing issue.
- I admit to probably overdoing masturbation prior to this, so sensitivity is returning down there.
- I’m paying much closer attention to attractive women now—appreciating cute smiles, nice asses, great legs, and beautiful breasts far more than before.
- When uncontrollable horniness strikes, running or a cold shower becomes necessary.
- Simply kissing a girl sends blood rushing straight down there.
- I can still work out, although it’s uncomfortable, particularly when rowing.
I could take the cage off anytime if I chose, but I enjoy being locked up for her and like the challenge of seeing how far I can push myself. Currently, my plan is to have a real-time session in August where Miss L might allow me to cum—it will be entirely at her discretion—and I’ll remain feminized during that session.
Thanks for reading if you made it through all this.