It was just under two months ago that S caught me off guard with our first cage. For weeks, she had me wearing it for a day or two at a time, then letting me out so we could enjoy great sex. But after she read A Keyholders Handbook — and might still be reading it without telling me — things shifted. Instead of having fairly frequent sex, she has kept me locked up for 13 days now, only letting me leave to go running for under an hour every couple of days (“physical exercise is important,” S says, seemingly deadpan). She teased me while I was still in the cage, which added a layer of difficulty. Four days ago, that teasing involved tying me up and using a powerful vibrator on herself just inches from my face. All I could do was smell her arousal and strain against the steel bars. After she had another orgasm with it, she remarked that since the vibrator is so effective, she might never need me again.
She shows no sign of planning to release me anytime soon. It seems like out-of-cage stimulation has been abandoned entirely. I still feel very new to this situation, and the intensity and duration are a lot to handle. Interestingly, her newly strict demands excite me almost constantly; just writing about these experiences makes my member try so hard to get hard that I keep having to pause for a few breaths until the pain of a straining partial erection fades.
I wish I had full privileges to post here because I could really use some feedback and would like to start a thread discussing my newbie conflicted emotions. At this rate, those privileges will “come” long before I do.
Even though it’s difficult — harder than I ever guessed — and S has quickly become quite demanding regarding extending my denial and requiring household service, even as my increasingly frequent “crushed arousal” causes deep, undeniable pain, I have to admit I wouldn’t ask her to be more lenient. Despite all the suffering (or perhaps because of it), I feel a tremendous appreciation and deeper love, feelings that envelope the discomfort like fine leather gloves pulled over cold hands.
In the end, I must acknowledge that I love her even more for putting me through this ordeal.
It helps to write down in detail this intense, constant tangle of pain, longing, gratitude, love, and despair. Thanks for reading.