The moment has arrived. I’ve done the research to find the perfect device, took measurements more than ten times, placed my order, and with millimeters in mind, it finally shows up. Now the mind plays odd tricks; during this waiting period, my thoughts centered on buying the gadget—getting a few 3-5 hour sessions in the cage felt fine, nice enough—but now I’m approaching that first full day of confinement. Ma’am wanted to be satisfied last night since she deserves it whenever she wishes, and all sorts of ideas are swirling through my head; this is just how things will be from now on.
I woke up early with a strong urge, so Ma’am took off the cage and let me have release—I’m not exactly sure why, but she said it was part of her plan.
Reality has set in as we ‘begin’ this new path of confinement, denial, and torment. After those couple of practice days when I thought everything was going well because the fit was so good that I barely noticed wearing it,… now I am fully aware it is there and for a specific purpose. I know I’m reading up on this particular stage of our journey since it matters greatly right now.
I can tell I’ll have plenty of energy, which will surely be directed toward pleasing Ma’am rather than sexual release itself—just doing what needs to be done as daily life presents its challenges and seeing how I help make her days easier. Isn’t that the main point of this journey?…:)
I can’t picture how everything will unfold, so if you have any advice for me or Ma’am, please feel free to share. in service